#what do i even tag this as. idk if you want it tagged with something let me know

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[Image IDs: Image #1: Tumblr ask with username blocked out reading: lowkey something that irritates me w the common belief that "estrogen has less effects that T" or "estrogen is slower than T" is that, like. thats only because doctors don't give trans women the proper dose!

trans men get the correct dose of testosterone to take their levels to similar to a cis guy, but trans women are systematically underdosed because the medical establishment has a vested transmisogynist interest in ensuring we can not pass, and in making TME people believe estrogen is *weaker*

Answer with username blocked out reading: yeah it's utterly fucked. this is one of the number one reasons why people shouldn't believe all the fearmongering about DIY imo

Image #2: Tumblr tags from corpseComplex reading: #And where are you getting the information that trans men are universally given cis man level doses of t. #I have seen so many horror stories from other trans men about how their doctors were underdosing them in order to try and make them quit t #or because 'well we don't want you to ruin your beautiful impregnatable body with the ugly violent hormone teehee'

Image #3: Tumblr tags from puppyDogDevotion reading: #these people are just flat out lying about some of this now #doctors very much frequently low does trans men so we don't ""ruin ourselves"" with T

Image #4: Tumblr tags from monemin reading: #as if there isn't a post on r/ftm every few days where a guy wonders why his changes are so slow and finds out that his doctor has been #fucking. microdosing him. in order to get him to think testosterone doesn't work and stop transitioning. #people will see an issue transfems have and automatically decided that it doesnt happen to trans men based on literally nothing #(and then decide based on even less than nothing that it's actually something that benefits trans men)

Image #5: Tumblr tags from alienFagz reading: #this also ignores the fact that trans men (esp young trans men) are also frequently under dosed #idk maybe its just us #but we've been on t for 2 years and our endo has us on a pretty low dose #at least compared to what ive seen from other trans guys

Image #6: Anonymous Tumblr ask reading: "trans men get [given] the correct dose of testosterone" ..... do they? i thought it was a pretty common experience among trans men and transmascs that a lot of prescribers actually don't and more often than not transmascs and trans men find out their testosterone levels are too low months or even years down the line when they switch providers, do their own research or find out from others. /End IDs]

i fully buy that this (lowdosing) is true but oh my God why does it have to come back to "TMEs" believing that it's weaker? Why is the medical industry so invested in that? Why wouldn't it be invested in making "TMAs" believe that?

Most of the "TMEs" people refer to already have bodies that are affected by estrogen. In fact, if you actually talk to "transandrobros" you will find we often discuss how estrogen is wrongly and misogynistically portrayed as the weaker hormone, when we KNOW it isn't because it fundamentally changed our bodies in ways that require medical intervention to change again. Like. what do you think WE are gaining from trans women getting low dosed or propaganda about estrogen being weak. Why does this have to be about how the medical industry loves trans men and is only systemically against trans women. Hellloooooo

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last dance | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: turns out you both want different things but seunghyun has to give you the perfect goodbye ・❥・word count: 2.5k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, swearing, angst. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this took me all day to write and now i go hide like i always do when i write smut because i will always be forever nervous to write it. but there might be a part two to this. maybe. we'll see. also, didn't add my taglist because idk who wants tagging in smut so <3

As you sat there watching your friends have their very first dance together as a married couple, your heart clenched in your chest. You had to tear your eyes away instead focusing on the glass of wine you had in your hand. Today wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be a happy day celebrating your friend’s love but how could you celebrate love when your own love life had just crumbled apart mere hours ago? The conversation with Seunghyun replayed over and over in your head.  

It had been like any other day – the excitement of watching your two friends finally tie the knot hanging in the air. It had spurred you on to wonder about your future with Seunghyun. You had been together for four years now. They hadn’t been the easiest four years but somehow, someway, you always made it through the other end stronger than ever. This was what true love felt like. Every single day with him made you fall even more in love. There was no doubt that you wanted to be with this man for the rest of your life so, you had voiced that to him. The second you had said that you wanted to get married one day, maybe even have children, he had turned pale. His whole body had gone rigid, his hands dropping from the tie he was trying to tighten. As he looked at you and said ‘I don’t think that’s going to ever be in the cards for us. Marriage isn’t something I’ve ever wanted’, your heart had plummeted into your stomach.

Really, it should have been conversation early on in your relationship but you had been so caught up in each other that some of the important conversations like that got lost along the way. His words had cut you deep, so deep that it had resulted in the two of you arguing. It made you think he didn’t love you enough even as he tried to explain why he didn’t want to get married. So, as you left for the wedding, all the hurt and scalding words that had been said between you hanging in the air, you knew this was the beginning of the end. 

Sitting at the table, you swirled around the last remains of your drink in the glass, bringing it up to your lips to swig it off. As you did, you locked eyes with Seunghyun who had been sitting at the table over talking to his bandmates. You didn’t tear yours away as he said something to them then made his way to you. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?” 

Your eyes glanced at his hand, hesitation coursing through your body but you took it anyway. He led you to the dancefloor, his hands finding your hips, placing yours around his neck. A slow song was playing, Seunghyun gently swaying the two of you to the beat. It was too painful to look at his face right now, focusing on his shoes instead but he didn’t let that last too long, his slender fingers reaching out to lift your chin up to look at him. As you met his eyes once more, you could see the pain in them mirroring your own. He knew as well as you that this was it for the two of you. God, it hurt. Your heart physically felt like it was breaking in two. 

“Seunghyun...” you started but he cut you off. 

“Let’s just... have this moment, yeah?” His voice broke as he spoke, the gentleness combined with his deep tone penetrating right through your broken heart. 

He tugged you closer to him, your body pressed against his with your head laying on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours, his hand gently reaching up to your head to stroke your hair. It was soothing but it wasn’t enough. This was just hurting you more. Knowing this would be the last time he’d ever hold you like this, that he’d ever be this close to you? It was enough to bring you to tears. As you let them fall onto his suit jacket, he knew you were crying, squeezing his own eyes shut. Seunghyun wasn’t afraid of crying, he never had been but right now he needed to be strong for you. When he was alone later, he’d let the tears fall but right now making sure you had one last bit of comfort from him was his main priority. 

As the song ended and you pulled back to look at him, he kept his arms around you, his thumb running along your lower lip. “...I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.” 

“I know,” you whispered. 

He looked at you so intensely, like he was memorising all of your features knowing that he would never be able to look at you this way again. Before he could even control himself, he was leaning in and his lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your body; his hands splayed across your back as he poured every ounce of his love into the kiss. Love wasn’t the problem; his own commitment issues were. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, Seunghyun letting out a sigh. He didn’t say any words as he pulled away, he didn’t need to. Instead, he simply took your hand in his and lead you outside. If he was going to say goodbye then he was going to make sure it was one you could both remember. 

That was how you ended up in the backseat of the car, Seunghyun’s shirt half open, yours somewhere in the front of the car as you straddled his lap, hands cradling his face as you kissed him hungrily. His hands slid up your back, unhooking your bra. It was quickly discarded somewhere in the car, his eyes instantly falling to your chest. His head dipped down, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your hand tangled in his hair, a breathy moan passing your lips as he worked his magic. Slowly, you grinded your hips against his feeling his growing length rubbing against your core. Thank the stars you’d decided to wear a skirt, only the barrier of your underwear in the way. It was good but it wasn’t enough. You needed him, you needed him like you needed air. 

His lips trailed wet kisses along your chest and collarbone until he reached your neck, biting down to leave his mark. It might be the last time he’d get to have you like this but he still wanted the world to know you had been his. You tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to meet your lips. “If this is the last time just... give me everything, please.” 

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, thumb brushing against your cheek as he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hand slid underneath your skirt, dipping beneath your underwear. The second his fingers touched your sensitive core, he bit back a moan at how wet you were. “You're always so ready for me.” 

His fingers slid between your folds, coating his fingers in your slick before he pushed two digits inside you. The intrusion had you gasping, his fingers setting a slow, torturous rhythm. He pumped them in and out, your head falling onto his shoulder as you ground against his hand. “Seunghyun, please.” 

“Please, what?” His voice was a deep, reverberating whisper in your ear only making your arousal worse. “Use your words, baby.” 

“More. I need more. I...” Words seemed to escape you especially when he suddenly sped up his movements, his fingers plunging in and out of your tight heat. You whimpered, hips rocking with him. He was nothing but determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, his free hand tangling in your hair, tilting your head back roughly as his lips found your neck. The feeling of his fingers deep inside you and the soft bites along your collarbone were enough to send you spiralling. 

You moaned out his name, biting down on his shoulder as you came all over his fingers. He didn't let up, working you through your orgasm until he felt your body slump against his. Only then did he pull his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips. He made a show out of pushing them into his mouth to taste you. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, a breathy sigh passing his lips. “You always taste amazing, princess.” 

His swollen lips brushed against yours, the sweet taste of you lingering on his lips. He gently tugged at your bottom lip, grinding his hips up into yours. You could feel how hard he was, how desperate he was and God, did you want him inside you so badly. The feeling was very mutual, his cock aching to be buried deep inside you. He lifted your hips off him momentarily, popping open the button on his slacks as he lifted his own hips to tug off his pants and boxers down his legs enough to free himself. He hissed as the cool air hit his erection.  

Licking your lips, you leaned your head down, his hand instantly coming to push you closer to his length. Your tongue darted out, teasing along his tip, the taste of his precum filling your mouth. He groaned, a deep husky noise; it was almost enough to send you spiralling again. The throbbing between your legs back yet again as he lost all his patience and pushed your head onto him. Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. What you couldn’t fit, you wrapped your hand around. You began to bob your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks. With lidded eyes he watched as you took him deep into your throat, holding your head there. He let out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively pushing up into your mouth causing the tip of his length to hit the back of your throat. The choking sound you made was almost enough to make him come there and then. Instead, he pulled you off him, his thumb wiping at the corners of your mouth. You looked picturesque, the way your lips were swollen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. This was one of the ways he was always going to remember you on lonely nights when he couldn’t have you anymore.  

“I need you so much,” he whispered, the pain in his voice like a knife to your heart. “Even if it's for the last time, I just... I fuckin’ need you.”  

You didn’t say anything, instead you slid your underwear off down your legs, moving to straddled him yet again. You took him in your hand, positioning him at your entrance before you sank down onto him. You moaned as you took all of him inside you, sitting on his thick length to give yourself time to adjust. His fingers dug into your hips; head tilted back as he looked at you. “You’re so beautiful. I... love you.” 

You rested your forehead against his, eyes squeezing shut as if it was too painful to even look at him after saying that knowing what was going to come after this was over. Regardless, you replied softly. “I love you, too.” 

“Don’t move. Not yet. I...just want to look at you... so I can keep this picture in my head,” his finger trailed along your jaw, his eyes piercing into yours now that you’d opened them. “You were always the best thing that had ever happened to me and nothing will change that.” 

You let the moment linger between you, knowing that you both needed it. Your eyes scanned his face, committing his dark, gorgeous eyes, strong jawline and perfect lips to your memory. Slowly but surely, you began to lift your hips up then back down. His hands on your hips guiding your movements, small breathy groans coming from the beautiful man in front of you. He leaned up, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped between your parted lips, tongue tangling with yours as you picked up your pace. Seunghyun’s own hips bucked up into yours, his lips never leaving yours. One of your hands cupped his cheek, his soft skin flushed beneath your touch. The grunts and groans coming from him were some of your favourite sounds, ones that you’d miss so very much.  

“I’m so close, baby,” you panted, your hips beginning to lose the rhythm. Seunghyun took this as his cue to wrap his arm around your body, laying you back on the plush seat of the car.  

“Shh, let me take care of you,” he rasped, his body covering yours as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. He thrust into you hard and fast, your body moving with the force of his movements. Nails raked down his back (your turn to mark him as yours now), the sting of it causing him to moan. He had always loved when you did that. 

He could feel your walls squeezing him, letting him know you were close. So, he brought the pad of his thumb down, rubbing tight, small circles against your clit. His lips whispering “I love you” against yours as he changed to slow, deep thrusts. That was it. You couldn’t take anymore, your walls clamping down around him, your lips singing his name like a prayer as you came undone. He didn’t take his eyes off your face as he watched your orgasm hit you, it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He kept up his rhythm but soon faltered when he heard you whisper you loved him. He stilled, his hips flush against you as he came, emptying himself inside you with a deep groan. 

He collapsed on top of you, your sweat slicked bodies pressing together. You ran your hand through his hair as he nuzzled into your neck. Why couldn’t you stay this way? Just wrapped up in your own little bubble with the man you loved. But, no. Reality wasn’t that kind to either of you. You both wanted different thing and as selfish as Seunghyun wanted to be, he couldn’t do that to you. No matter what, you deserved to find everything you’d ever wanted but he wasn’t the one that could give you that. 

He lifted his head, a sad frown on his beautiful face. “I’m staying at Jiyong’s tonight but... I’ll drive you home and come get my stuff tomorrow.” 

“Okay.” 

That was all you could say otherwise you’d break down. The fact that this was really it was all consuming pain. And, as much as this had been the perfect way to say goodbye to each other, it made it all the much harder. 

How were you supposed to ever let him go? 

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Intimacy - Part One - Fingering

Mr. Crawling x f!reader

Yeah, I just couldn't resist everyone. I love the scary ghost man. For all my usual readers, this is my personality now. I love you, give it a shot, I promise you'll love him too.

Not Beta Read

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, monster-fucking? (idk he's a ghost so I think it's considered monsterfucking), fingering, reader is not race coded, f!reader, premature ejaculation, Mr. Crawling is eager and pathetic and we love him for that.

“Me need,” he said, waking you out of your dead sleep.

You groaned, shifting against him where he still held you from behind. You’d fallen asleep like that, your back against his broad chest, curled up into his large frame. His long arms were wrapped around you, keeping you tightly pressed together.

“You not rest?” You asked.

He’d insisted on laying in bed with you. In fact, he insisted on being with you all the time. All it took was one bad run-in with Mr. Stitch to earn yourself a ghost who wouldn’t leave your side unless he was surgically removed. You certainly didn’t mind. Mr. Crawling had been nothing but kind to you since you’d arrived in that place, and he’d done everything he could to protect you…

Even when you mistook him for a threat and hit him with a crowbar.

“Not rest. Me need you. Much desire,” he rasped against your ear in a sleepy voice.

You felt your body burn in response.

“Y-you with me. Me with you,” you tried to say without making it too obvious how much you were shaking.

“Me need,” he said again, and this time he held you closer, if it were even possible, and you felt his hips rut against your backside.

That’s when you finally understood what he was trying to say.

He needed you. He desired you.

“Need,” he repeated again, a large hand gripping the waistband of your pants and trying to get them off. “Clothes many, want off.”

“C-Crawling, Crawling—”

He stopped and asked, “me stop? Not want?”

You could’ve lied and told him you didn’t want him to keep going. He would’ve ceased right there without question. You couldn’t help feeling bad for him though. It must’ve been ages since he’d been touched, and even longer since he’d been this intimate with anyone. Besides, it wasn’t like you weren’t feeling something stirring in your own body.

“No, not stop. Can go,” you urged, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

His expression shifted from one of concern to a wide grin.

“Grateful,” he muttered. “You help? Clothes can disappear.”

You reached down and slipped your pants off, glad to be beneath the covers and away from the chill you would’ve suffered without them. Mr. Crawling’s hand touched the skin on your thigh, and despite how frigid that hand might’ve felt, the contact made your body heat up.

Subconsciously, your legs parted to make way for his wandering fingers. You felt his index slip between your already dripping folds. He gasped, pulling his hand back as if he’d just been burned.

“Water is here?” He asked, “you wounded? You sick?”

You carefully took his hand and guided it back between your thighs.

“Not wounded, not sick. Body make water, much desire,” you tried to explain.

He seemed to get it, relaxing behind you again, holding you closer with his other arm. His breathing was getting heavier against your shoulder, the feeling of his cock becoming even harder to ignore. Mr. Crawling’s hips moved idly, grinding up against your rear as his fingers worked to discover more of your body.

His index and middle fingers worked together to explore between each crevice, his body trembling from what you suspected was an attempt to restrain his more primal urges. The idea of encouraging him to shove you down into the mattress right then and there was tempting, but you decided to let him do this at his own pace. Every time his fingers grazed your clit you choked out a small moan, careful not to disturb the other specters that might be lurking nearby.

“You sad?” He asked, hovering his fingers over your swollen bud.

“N-no, not sad,” you took his hand in yours once more, leading his fingers to rest against your clit. “Here finger touch, much good.”

You helped him, using your hand to guide him, showing him how to move his fingers around that sensitive sweet spot in ways that made your body shiver. His breath came out in short huffs against your ear as you taught him what you liked. The heat pooled in your core, cunt dripping as he continued working your clit.

“Crawling, y-yes,” you whispered, unable to stifle your moans any longer.

“Is good?”

“Is good,” you confirmed.

“Me feel good, my body touch your body,” he whined as he rocked faster against you, cock rubbing on your asscheek through the fabric of his kimono.

Suddenly he stopped moving, and his breathing became a series of tiny little panting moans. A warm, wet sensation coated your backside. In all honesty, you were surprised he hadn’t come sooner than that. If your suspicions were correct, he probably hadn’t been with someone like this in ages, if ever.

Then you heard his sad little sobs, which he cried against your shoulder. You cooed, reaching a hand back to touch his cheek over his silky, black locks.

“Why sad?” you asked softly.

He sniffled, “s-sorry, body do water your leg,” he cried and whimpered some more.

You chuckled, “is good. Do more, again,” you said, reaching down to make his hand move against your cunt once more. “Not stop.”

He continued to work his fingers on you, now reinvigorated by your words. His lips ghosted over your neck, and it wasn’t until you urged him to use his tongue on your skin that he found the courage to kiss you there. The ironic part of it all was that, despite him having no idea what he was doing, he was good at this.

His mouth hungrily claimed your skin over and over, and his fingers swirled around your swollen clit masterfully. You could feel him again already, cock hard and aching against your rear.

‘So eager,’ you thought fondly.

“Finger can go inside,” you breathed, looking at him over your shoulder again.

His mouth hung open, breathing deep before curling into a grin. He wasted no time slipping a long, thick finger deep inside your fluttering hole. He whimpered in unison with you before he pressed his lips against your cheek.

“Can kiss,” you said just above a whisper, unsure if he understood you or not.

Whether he actually knew what you said, or he was acting purely on instinct, his mouth covered yours sloppily. You let him find his own way, tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting you, all the while his middle finger was pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. He brought a second finger in to meet the first, digits working in time with his hips as he grinded feverishly against you once more.

“Yes, like this. This good. So f-fucking good…” you groaned, forgetting his language as your mind started to go blank.

“Is much good? You happy?” He asked, but started kissing you again before you could even respond.

You hummed in approval, reaching up to cup his cheek and deepen the kiss, hoping your actions helped him understand that this was absolutely good. His fingers curled, you were certain it was by some deep rooted instinct, and within seconds your body was a trembling mess. He started to worry, moving to take his fingers out of you, but you wordlessly grabbed his hand and held it in place.

“Yes, good! Good!” You cried, toes curling as your climax came crashing down over you.

Your eyes shot open, cunt clenching and releasing around Mr. Crawling’s fingers with every wave of your orgasm. You moaned and whined into his mouth, continuing to kiss him through your pleasure until you could hardly breathe.

When you collapsed onto the pillow, Mr. Crawling didn’t know what to do for a moment. You turned onto your back, looking up at him and smiling.

“You wounded?” He asked, concern etched over every inch of his face.

You chuckled and cupped his cheek, “feel good.”

He sighed in relief, laying down next to you and tangling his legs with yours. You watched as he brought his fingers, now coated in your slick arousal, up to his face. The heat rose to your cheeks as you watched him inspect the way it webbed between his fingers, and then carefully, he darted his tongue out to taste it.

His mouth fell open and he hastily sat up, sticking both fingers in his mouth excitedly. He giggled, looking over at you with that wide grin of his.

“Consume this, need again,” he said eagerly, clamoring to move the covers away from you and examine between your legs.

He had each hand gripping both of your calves, parting your legs wide. Whether he had eyes or not, you knew he was looking right at you, burning your image into his mind. His mouth hung open as he savored the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Touch tongue there?”

You nodded, breathless and unaware of just how insatiable Mr. Crawling would become now that he’d had his first taste of you.

To be continued…

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okay to elaborate on what i meant by the tags on that @/calypsolemon post (rlly compelling post-canon hcs btw): i'm picky about post-canon lovestory angst in part bc while i Do like the idea of them learning how to deal with the less idyllic parts of romance, even when they're being upfront with each other they tend to do so through the lens of elaborate creative endeavors, which makes me feel like this would Also apply to when they come into conflict with each other (at least initially.)

like idk in my head one of their first arguments is that they're workshopping the next OPM installment and click clack is like "if our god is being perfectly honest episode XIV would serve as a decent finale." and thespius gets, like, kinda heated about it. he's like “dude how can you even say that we left SO much shit unresolved” and click clack is like "WELL their relationship was the crux of the show and episode XIV resolved it! MEANING the writers are now free to move onto new pastures!"

and then it escalates until thespius is like “WELL MAYBE I - …maybe. styella's… still got something eating at her. y'know, as a hypothetical."

click clack, eyes narrowing, gears starting to turn in his head: "…well, as a hypothetical… would byella not want to soothe her beloved's pain, after spending so long focusing on feldly?"

thespius, realizing they are absolutely going to have the rest of this conversation using this metaphor: "maaaaybe that's kind of what's eating at styella? again, hypothetically."

click clack, also coming to the same realization: "…byella might need styella to elaborate. hypothetically."

like yes there is an emotional push and pull/eventual catharsis but it is also kind of fundamentally ridiculous bc life is kind of fundamentally ridiculous. that doesn't rob it of its depth or their love. i daresay it even adds to it. does that make sense

[elaina-elaina]

Dating Creepypasta Headcannons

Warnings: fluff, Mentions of gore, idk what else😊

THESE ARE JUST HOW I LIKE TO THINK THEY'D ACT!! they aren't real so pls don't take these seriously if some you disagree with some!!

Jeff The Killer

🩸 Loves teasing you and pissing you off, he finds it hilarious. He tones it down when you actually start getting angry with him and snap at him, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Woah sweetheart it's just a joke."

🔪 A little possessive over you. Like he starts to get annoyed if your talking to another guy for to long. A little controlling over your relationships with people but it's just because he loves you.

🚬 He smokes with Ben or by himself quit a lot. He doesn't smoke around you though because he doesn't want you breathing in the smoke. One time you asked to try it and he laughed at you and started telling you, "No this shits bad for you and addictive."

🖤 He's very overprotective of you. Ben likes to mess with you just because he knows it makes Jeff mad. He doesn't like the creepies messing with you because 'only he can do it.'

🫀 He always tags along if you have a mission. He tells you it's "Just in case something happens to you!". He views you as weak and thinks the only way for you to stay safe is if he's with you.

☠️ He likes when you're sleeping with him, you don't even have to be cuddling, just knowing you're next to him helps him sleep better. You guys usually cuddle though since you love touching him, it helps you sleep better as well.

🥀 He gets pissed off when you're ignoring him, but it's fine when he ignores you. You find that a little annoying but get used to it soon enough.

💋 He gives you small forehead kisses whenever he sees you napping, he's not great at showing affection really so that's his way of doing it! not like you know since your asleep whenever it happens..

🌧️ He likes watching movies with you, he usually hates sitting still for to long but he can tolerate it when it's with you! He acts annoyed when you ask but always ends up more interested than you while watching.

🎧 He doesn't tell you that he loves you a lot. Usually when he does its like "Your lucky I love you y/n" If you do something like taking his hoodie/shirt or something.

Eyeless Jack

🫁 He's definitely the quiet type, but around you he's more talkative. That's mostly because he loves talking with you. He knows how to keep a conversation going surprisingly.

👤 Like Jeff, he's protective of you. He watches over you a lot, and goes on missions with you. He just wants to make sure you're safe, you don't mind him coming since he usually does all the work for you!

💊 I like to believe he watches you sleep a lot, since he's a demon he doesn't really need as much sleep as you do. He's also good at staying still for hours on end when you're sleeping just so he doesn't interrupt your slumber.

💙 (Ya'll I personally don't think he's insecure about his face.. that's just me though!) He of course has no problem not having his mask on around you! Also whenever you're talking he sometimes crouches slightly to be down to your height. (I think he's like 6'6)

🖊️ He loves hugs from you and stuff. Whenever you're in the living room in the mansion you're always cuddled up together, same goes for any other place. It's more of you cuddle into his side and his arm around your shoulder.

🪻 He's super nice to you, sometimes sarcastic. He just loves you so much he couldn't imagine hurting you. Sometimes he has bad thoughts about you, once a week every couple of months he gets super hungry, so he has to distance himself from you so he doesn't do something he regrets.

🪨 He loves going on walks with you in the forest, there is a creek near by that you two always go too. He loves nature just as much as you do.

🕷️ He thinks you're hilarious even when you're not trying to be. Like he finds some of the stuff you do stupid, if you're asking a stupid question you genuinely didn't know, or if you're just doing something not smart.

👁️ He smells really good, every time he eats a person he always washes up nicely, leaving him smelling great and clean which you love so very much.

👻 Whenever you two are standing in a public setting he's impulsively stands behind you, resting his hands around your waist and resting his head on top of yours.

Ben Drowned

🛏️ Ben loves when you two nap together, it's one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. He loves you being wrapped in his body.

💚 He tells you he loves you a lot, you're his favorite person and he never wants you thinking differently. He makes small jokes but not mean ones because he doesn't want to upset you! He sometimes makes freaky comments like, "Wanna watch gore together." And when you give him a weird look he just plays it off.

💻 He's huge on gaming of course! He loves when people play with him because it gives him something to do, he especially loves when you play with him. He also lets you win most of the time just to see you happy.

⚾️ He likes playing sports sometimes outside, it reminds him of when he was little when he used to play. You usually watch as him and Jeff play together, sitting on the porch or a tree stump.

🍏 He loves food, like a lot. He eats way too much, which shocks you because he's still so skinny? (Wish I had that fast metabolism😔) He's not good at cooking really, he sticks at using the stove but you help him out!

☔️ His favorite weather is either sunny or rainy. When it's raining he looks opening the curtains while gaming so he can watch it go down, or takes walks with you during the rain.

🐱 He is a huge cat lover. He always sends you videos of them if that's on TikTok, insta reels, Pinterest pictures, etc. He's always talking about kidnapping one from one of his victims, but hasn't found one with a cat yet.

👀 He for sure teleports to you through your phone. If he's bored and your not with him, he's gonna be giving you a little surprise visit..

🚬 Unlike Jeff, he doesn't really care about smoking around you unless you don't want him too. He's not that addicted to it, he does go days without smoking so it's not much of an addiction to him like it is to Jeff.

🫁 He isn't to overprotective, he doesn't care who your with that much, sometimes he gets a little jealous but that's it. If someone makes a snarky comment towards you he will say something though. Like, "Don't talk to my partner like that" or "watch your mouth".

ALRIGHT YALL I HOPEE YOU ENJOYED THIS! I had a lot of fun writing it. I should probably be writing my essay that was due a couple of days ago for History though.. Whateverrr I hope you guys have a good day/night!

[just-a-little-unionoid]

In which Stone sort of has a daughter and Ivo and her are not getting along

so I've talked about this fic I started writing back when the first movie came out and since a few people seem interested I decided to post what I wrote back then to test the water

on the base concept this fic is supposed to be stobotnik but this first part doesn't even has Stone in it, as it is only the first encounter between Robotnik and the kid

it's also not supposed to be the first chapter and it's short but that's all I got the motivation to write back then and it's been 4 years so I'm just, I'm gonna post it now cuz that's long enough okay, we will see how it goes later 😭

for context this takes place after the first movie and will only be canon-compliant up to that point

also uh cw r slur??? idk I don't condone the characters' language but it's there

tagging @thebadevil @alexcole1326 and @nosebleedy99 'cause you commented on the other post

- Meanwhile a few months latter on the mushroom planet -

The Doctor was looking for a way on a tricky path, a collapsing old mushroom cap he needed to step on in order to reach a better point of view, when his appliances went insane: there was some dimensional shit going on. He heard a big crack, like thunderbolt, then the dimentional fluctuation faded away.

Maybe two hours latter he heard something again, but something small, something he hadn't heard in a long time. It was not the wind, not the mushrooms growing, not his own breath, not Agent Stone rolling away. It was something that moved by itself, something alive, something animal. It was footsteps.

He was prepared for anything, really, he was prepared for humans, talking blue hedgehogs, other feaking rainbow animals, dinosaurs that would try to eat him... He was ready, and ready to fight for his life if necessary! What he wasn't really expecting though was a child in some kind of safety suit shaped like a dress? With a lot of shiny technological device attached here and there. He didn't get to see their face a lot but based on its proportions and the way it was standing it was obviously a human child, or a weirdly humanoid shaped alien, because as far as Robotnik knew the probability of an alien species to evolve in the exact same way as human, if statistically possible, was very low, and the probability to encounter it even lower.

The child glanced at him for a second and didn't even look up from the touchscreen tablet in their hands when they addressed him:

"I am looking for a human man who was known on his home planet, Earth, as Dr. Ivo Robotnik. Would you appear to 1) know English and 2) have seen a human looking quite like you, in that the human male standard shape and size are similar to yours. He should have a pale skin and dark hairs, and apparently a 'glorious mustache'?"

For once he didn't really know what to say, it only took half a second for him to remember how to register English words but the kid was faster and after a jaded sigh they resumed: "Nǐ huì shuō pǔtōnghuà ma? Kya aap hindee bolate hain? ¿Hablas español? Hal tatahadath alearabiatu? Tumi ki bān-"

"YES I do speak English, and other language stoo, thank you very much. Who are you and what are you doing here anyway?"

"I am here to find the Dr. Ivo Robotnik, I have already said that. Are you retarded or something? If you are don't worry I can explain things again, more slowly, I am trained for that."

"I AM, Dr. Ivo Robotnik," he said, trying very hard not to break the child's neck. "I know you're looking for me, what I'm asking is why? Who are you and who sent you here? No. You know what in fact I don't care who you are. I just want to know who sent you. Which government or secret agency, that sort of thing."

The mildly disgusted and doubtful facial expression they made as they were double-checking his appearance was speaking volumes about their internal thoughts.

"I have no more time to dedicate to you. I'm a very busy person and searching for you already wasted far more of my precious time than you deserve. All you need to know is that a very important person want you and you will follow me now if you don't want me to make use of force."

And on that, the child turned their back to him and disappeared behind a mushroom.

Great. One of those child genius who thought they were above everyone else just because they worked for a random government. He should know, he was one of them. But that kid would learn soon enough what their real place was: down below.

He still followed them though, because they looked like they knew a way back and, well, even if he was smart enough to find a way by himself, thank you very much, the sooner he could beat that hedgehog the better it was. Also, he could just kill them after learning whatever device brought them here and no one would know.

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Soon they arrived to a more open area. The child seemingly took measurements, they walked around taking notes on their pad for a few minutes then stopped.

"Come here," they said while pointing the ground. "Don't move."

They took a device from their bag, some kind of tripod filled with wires and LEDs, and placed it on the ground. They stepped back and typed on their screen some more.

The tripod beeped and light beams came out of it, scaning the mushroom cap they where standing on. A dozen of flat devices escaped from the bag and and went to place themselves on strategic points marked by the beams.

The child then placed what looked like a power cell in the tripod. That blue glow emanating from it, could it be... But he had no time to think about it, lights amplificated by stimulated emission of radiation came out of the tripode and to the discs, reflecting into the others, and soon the whole place was illuminated. Reality torn open for the second time this day in a deafening din.

When he oppened his eyes again a ring, looking almost exactly like the one that brought him here, was now open on the ground before him. Almost, because it looked like it opened on a room specifically equipped for that purpose, and with the whole procedure to activate it, it could only mean it was a more primitive technology.

The Doctor looked up at the child, who was scrutinizing him for his reaction.

"I bet you didn't do that yourself, it looks just like this creature's gold rings portals," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah of course," responded the child with spite, "it's reverse engineering."

"Lame."

"Well at least I'm not stupidly stuck on a damn mushroom planet like an idiot. I favour efficiency upon ego, that's why I am here saving your ass and you are pathetically crawling over there covered in mushroom goo. Now, you will have to excuse me..."

They pressed some hiden button in their gloves and Robotnik felt something stinging his neck.

"...but I don't trust you."

The last thing he thought while falling to the ground and through the ring was: "But... That's my tech..."

[ccmatta]

I was going to write in the tags but oh well let's ramble here.

I said yes, right? But I'm umbandista*, and to me the Orixás** are gods, not only entities. In that way, I diverge from my mother/fathers/brothers of saint*** (?), because they also believe in Jesus and that one and only God. And, as my therapist pointed out, at 10 years old I was just like Nietzsche and decided there was no God because He didn't give the shit I wanted lmao (it was something for my mental health btw not a toy), so it was just a natural path for me to hate the catholic god :D And when I was doing the course(?) for my first communion (that actually was my second, go figure) I was like "wtf is that lmao" while reading the bible. And I may or may not deslike and almost hate that religion :') (the lore is funny tho). What I want to say is: yes, I believe in godS (in a way. I'm too rational and there's other reasons for me to be in the religion and all of them I can't explain rationally). And before being part of Umbanda, I was studying magick and those things so I want to believe in a lot of entities. I just hate the bible one. :'D

all the explanations for the * are under the cut.

* Umabandista = someone that follows the brazilian religion Umbanda. It's a mix of so much stuff I can't even explain. It's afro but it's also xamanic and also christian and also spiritualist and you can add anything lmao

** Orixás = Entities/Gods that Africans believe. It was brought to brazil by the slaves.

*** mother/fathers/brothers of saint = people that work together inside the terreiro (uhm... it's like the umbandista's church idk how to explain i'm dumb). iirc we call each other family titles because of the tradition from the slavery time.

do you believe in god?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

and the obligatory bonus:

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[revvethasmythh]

I’ve already seen someone say that the wildmother “emotionally manipulated and distracted orym into not asking any questions” and I’m like…. What? How? What’s with people in this fandom accusing every other character of manipulating other characters? Do you think it was manipulation?

I'm honestly not terribly surprised to see takes like that appear--and, to be entirely fair, I think it's possible there was some manipulation there inasmuch as there was during the Changebringer's commune with FCG. They need these mortals' help; it's not surprising to think they'd appeal to them in a specific way to acquire that help.

That said, some of the takes I've seen really truly rely on a bad faith analysis of Melora's intentions there. I think it's worth noting that she has been courting Orym/has taken an interest in Orym since at least episode 42! Her interest in him is neither recent nor surprising and she, without any strings, has provided boons to him throughout the campaign. I think Orym himself is wary of the possibility of being manipulated, hence some of his hesitation after coming out of the vision, and his statement that he's willing to stand with Wildmother as a "partner" more than a follower. This is a man who doesn't really trust the gods, but could nonetheless benefit from an alliance with one.

And, the thing is, you could point to almost any act of kindness and invent a way that it could be manipulation. That's what a lot of those takes sound like to me. Why did Melora only speak to Orym and not any of the other Hells who are more critical of the gods? Because she's been courting Orym for 62 episodes now. Why did she pull away when he questioned her about Aeor? She was opening up a new path for him to walk down in the vision. Why did she show him a cosmic horror that almost broke him? He asked to see it. Why did she comfort him after that? She didn't actually mean to hurt him and was apologizing. Why did she show him Will? Because Will's soul is actually in her domain and letting Orym see him again is, like, nice. Sure, you can assess a lot of those things as manipulative if you want to--but that's a choice you have to make about assessing something in good or bad faith, just like in anything else. And Orym appears to be taking it on good faith at present, which is probably the best foot to put forward, even if you are not entirely sure of someone's full intentions. "Assess in good faith until proven otherwise" is where I'm sitting on this, particularly given the history of past positive relationships Melora has fostered with other characters in the campaigns.

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Caitlyn literally went to war for the cooch. Caitlyn LOST AN EYE FOR THE COOCH. She set the bar imo.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

official finish-this-sketch-how-you-want post idk what to call thisSAMPLE TEXT

hi! I miss drawing with people in a café and some folks mentioned they'd like to mess with my sketches themselves and that sounds cool so this is now a thing. if u play gartic phone this is basically the complement mode! but without the fucking ring noise that freaks you out right when you're getting into the flow of it

few things are 1/there's no hard deadline! take this at ur own pace if u do, but 2/I'll also be finishing this sketch and I estimate it to take around uhh 3 to 4 days? from the time this is posted. so if that's a structure u like then let's aim for something done in that timespan as well! and 3/if u finish ur piece and post it and want me to see it the best way to do that is to @ this blog! above all we go into this one determined to have fun and enjoy. I already bought u a matcha latte with oat milk sorry if u don't want that

here I got u today a sketch that's supposed to be Riz Gukgak (SY) (grey bg version and transparent version for ur ease of peruse)

remember to have fun & be urself & finish ur drink & see u in 4 or 5

[highfantasy-soul]

My view on the Elrond/Galadriel kiss:

Cultures be different.

Kisses on the lips are not always sexual/romantic. (I, as an American, have kissed certain friends on the lips in completely platonic ways)

In many cultures, closed-mouthed kisses on the lips are a sign of love and emotional connection in a platonic/familial way.

Specifically American aversion to affection in any form is rotting people's brains - here, a lot of men won't even HUG each other because they think it's 'too intimate'. Other cultures kiss on the hand, cheek, forehead, nose, and yes, lips too, in completely platonic ways. [And we're not even going to get into the large portion of the population who thinks that men and women literally CANNOT be just friends, if a man and woman are close, it HAS to be romantic/sexual.]

Just because YOUR culture/personal preference reserves lip kisses for romantic/sexual feelings only doesn't mean everyone else is wrong for feeling differently.

I didn't read the kiss as Elrond secretly having romantic feelings for Galadriel at all - to me it was clear it was a platonic show of how much he cared for her and how sorry he was that they had been at odds all season (and largely in S1 too) and was afraid it was really going to be the last time he saw her. He wanted to show her just how much she meant to him - PLATONICALLY - and a tender kiss (while also using it as a distraction to slip her a lock-pick) was the way he did it.

Obviously it's ok for people to interpret it as romantic if they ship Galadriel and Elrond, but to say that's the ONLY interpretation based on your own limited cultural understanding of what a kiss could mean is just frustrating.

[sunnyashe]

part 1, part 2

*conversation wherein Jazz starts needling Soundwave, resulting in him trying to use Megatron's defection as leverage*

[imminent-danger-came]

Lady Bone Demon: "Do not lament your fate child, you can rest knowing you served your purpose—destiny has found you."

(2x10 This is the End!)

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Lady Bone Demon: "A reminder: it seems you can not be trusted to willingly follow the path of destiny. But know this: If you betray me again—one misstep, one failure in any way—I will erase the very memory of you."

(3x04 The Winning Side)

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Tang: "You're wrong. I know I'm not a strong as they are. I may still be searching for my purpose—but what I do know, is that doing it alone is not the path I'm destined to take. Deep in my heart, I know my place is alongside my friends."

(3x08 Benched)

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Lady Bone Demon: "I sent you a task—you were to retrieve the Monkie King and his protégé, yet you refused the path of destiny and so there will be pain."

(3x08 Benched)

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Tang: "STOP! It was me! I mean, yeah, Macaque forced me to do it and I am definitely starting to have second thoughts on the whole thing now but- I don't know how and I don't know why, I just felt like I had to. Like it was...destiny!" Lady Bone Demon Voice Over: "Destiny can not be undone Sun Wukong."

(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)

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Lady Bone Demon: "No matter what you do, you cannot change the path of destiny." MK: "I don't know if this all happened because it was destined to, but I have to believe that I found the staff so I could use it for good." [...] "If you really believed that destiny can't be changed, you wouldn't be using every ounce of power you have to keep him contained!"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Lady Bone Demon: “Know this, monkey, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right—that pursuit only leads to one thing." MK: "Hmmhm. To destiny, right?" Lady Bone Demon: "No. To pain."  

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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MK: "I can't believe that worked!" Tang: "Eh, if that was destined to go wrong, then it would have!"

(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

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Tang: "If your bonds of friendships our strong, then you will always find your way back to one another!"

(4x04 Pig Napped!)

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Macaque: "Wukong was on a path of self-destruction, we all were. But when he met the monk, it set him on a different path." MK: "Ah! The path of the good guy! Making those good life choices?"

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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Purpose, Pain, and the Path of Destiny

[milfygerard]

but fr outside of my contracted madness i absolutely refuse to give joe alwyn gold rush like how is that song at all related to their relationship the lyrics clearly spell out a relationship that either never existed or only existed in implication and fantasies and maybe-maybe nots and its so bitter and yet desperately soft in the bridge where it almost projects a sense of envy, of wanting to be them as much as you want them. It continues an interesting oft ignored lyrical trend of taylor wanting just as much to be her lover as to have them, envying their easy charisma (you were flush with the currency of cool/i was always turning out my pockets) or quiet dignity (your integrity makes me seem small) dating back to her earliest songs (the kind of flawless i wish i could be). Theres a projected self hatred and yearning to be better that twists itself into both romantic and sexual lust for her partners thats so fascinating and speaks to how all of her songs regardless of who theyre about are also an act of self reflection on who she is and who she wishes to be.