#will's mom is also kinda a mood in that scenario

[hypershocked]

when the sleeper brainrot is back and hits harder than ever

[nouearth]

feel the rush.

tom holland x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. rushing a fraternity is highly-competitive, and all-so overwhelming. if it was up to you, you wouldn't have participated in the first place. fortunately, tom was here to provide you all of the shortcuts in receiving a bid to the greek life, as long as you did a bang-up job.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. one-shot [ 5.5k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 college!au 〳 frat!tom 〳brief alcoholic drinking 〳 closeted!reader 〳 reader is kinda religious coded 〳 sexual content: top!tom, bottom!reader, breeding, kissing, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), humiliation, dirty talk, muscle worship, scent!kink.

“You know you’re not exactly dressed for the occasion, right?”

The door closed behind Tom, sectioning you off from the party. The atmosphere of the event was tangible regardless. Strong beats throttled from wall to wall, tremors from a familiar song tickling your feet. Chants, albeit muffled, were resonant as you could only presume that someone executed a keg stand for the nth time of the night.

Chug, chug, chug, chug, and the crowd roared as if downing a keg of beer prevented Earth from being infiltrated by extraterrestrials. Granted, that was within the best scenario, in which alcohol and everything loud and deafening like university students wanting to fit in were highly toxic to those devious space invaders.

“What—how do you mean? Rushing is pretty formal, isn’t it? That’s what my mom tells me, anyway.”

You felt small from Tom’s comment, taking a peek at yourself in his mirror and shamefully finding nothing out of the ordinary with your white dress shirt, polka-dotted tie, and khaki pants. Though, you had to be honest. It wasn’t a fair assessment, considering you were judging under the purple hue of his dim lights. The compact size of his room certainly didn’t help either.

“Yes and no. Obviously, you don’t want to look like a slob. But you also don’t want to stand out too much. You’re not going to be a Greek if you wear Ralph Lauren from head to toe—that’s obnoxious. It looks like your mum dressed you for the Lord’s Supper or someone’s granddad, which is frankly the worst offender: don’t look like a square.”

“These are all I have—duly noted—so, it’s okay to dress… like you then? Won’t I blend in with everyone else?”

Tom wore a snapback, a blue polo, and white cargo shorts—which was brazen of him considering the amount of drinking and bile you had seen before the party had even began. It was simple to replicate. If it was your mother’s judgement, she would have all the men and women cover up their legs and arms, while embarrassingly leaving you as the prime example of what a gentleman should dress like.

But your mother wasn’t here, was she? Which meant, you could enjoy the holy sight of Tom’s biceps threatening to burst his shirt at the sleeve, his bulky chest at the placket—all for a little while longer before your intuition stepped in at the call of your mother, and forced those thoughts to scurry off.

That was ungentlemanly.

“That’s the point. You blend in, which means you put in the extra effort to get you noticed by the brothers—by us. Outfit aside, I reckon you’re off to a mighty start. Could be a pledge if you keep this up. I’m certainly noticing you,” Tom muttered after taking a sip of his beer, backing you with small, but imposing steps, until your ankles knocked against the footer of his bed, making you fall back. “Here, loosen up.”

He handed you his beer can.

“I don’t—“

“Just a sip to get in the mood. Not asking you to get blackout drunk here, Christ.”

“Sorry, mama.” You tipped the can into your mouth and instantly, the first taste of lager made you grimace, your face and body shriveling up like the bitter bubbles in the back of your throat. “That’s not… pleasant.”

“You get used to it.”

You were an easy target, weren’t you?

All you had to do was lurk around the party like a lost puppy, head and shoulders down as if the entire objecting of rushing was the complete opposite of being noticeable, and then Tom came around to your aid. He flashed that confident, gorgeous smile of his, immediately knowing you’d do anything to receive a bid from anyone at Alpha Kappa Psi, to be a pledge, without ever doing the hard-work of politely boasting about yourself to complete strangers.

Using your body was easier.

“You’ve done this before?” Tom took the can out of your hand and set it on his desk. He joined you at the foot of the bed after, his thigh touching yours. Then his hand on your knee, rubbing to simultaneously appease those nervous twiddling fingers of yours, and to warm you up.

“Yes—but don’t tell my mom, all right? She doesn’t know that I’m—Just… a couple of hook-ups back at home. Nothing much.” You nervously laughed to fill the silence, watching Tom’s hand warm your knee in gentle strokes that seem to ascend closer to your thigh with every cycle.

He stopped at your inner thigh. “I don’t plan on it unless you do a bad job. And/or your ass somehow rips my dick off and I need someone to take accountability for your actions.”

Your body straightened when Tom began kneading at your tender skin. “Not funny, I mean it.”

“Relax, I’m not telling your mom. It’ll be fun…” With one smooth motion, Tom turned his snapback around, the visor facing the back, and his mouth lowered to the shell of your ear. “And if I can be honest…? It turns me on knowing you’re hiding such a dirty secret from your poor mother.”

There was a shuffling, and then a firm grip on your nape that made your breath hitch. Before your instincts to pull away could react, Tom drew you in for a pressing kiss.

You breathed in, sucking the taste of liquor into your lungs, and trailed after the sweep of his lips. His nose smashed against yours, you could practically hear him inhaling you, and you barely got a sound out before your lips were pushed apart with Tom’s wet tongue. He tasted of familiar lager, yet certainly much more appetizing than drinking from the source itself as you pressed closer to him, welcoming him into your mouth with messy licks to the slithering muscle.

“Mm…”

Electricity shot up your spine when his tongue began properly mingling with yours. Sparks ricocheted off your cranium, then back down to your toes, where they flexed and brought the rest of your legs onto Tom’s bed. Heat flushed through your veins, the kiss all-consuming like Tom had needed your moans to survive. He drew you in closer, holding you close, exploring your mouth with his. You let out small whimpers and pressed into him, drowning yourself in his groans as your hand experimented with desperate tugs and kneads to his growing erection. He licked and nipped at your lips in revenge, countering your touch with a much more brazen hand down your khakis and briefs, toying with your bare chub in his palm.

“Had my eyes on you since you walked through that door,” Tom’s breath spilled over your neck, kissing at the stretch of skin in between the seconds of stripping your clothes off and his after. “You stuck out like a sore thumb. Have no idea why you thought you even had a chance, but then I thought about it for longer, watching you stick to the walls, observing everyone, drinking our punch. I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”

You were lost in this sanity. Your lips were swollen and nearly numb from use, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. They tingled in all the right ways, sending signals to your exposed cock, throbbing out in the open air after many clumsy movements of shimmying yourself out of your pants and briefs.

You helped Tom with his clothes, fingers swiping across his muscular back when you pulled off his polo, palms brushing over his toned thighs when it came to undoing his shorts. Surprisingly, no briefs to remove after, which made you even harder, even when you were nearly assaulted in the face with the spring of his erection.

All of Tom was impressive, especially his hard, thick cock.

“Mom told me to make some friends—“

When Tom returned his grasp onto your nape and pushed your head toward his groin, you lost all semblance of self-control. He held you close enough to smell his cock, but far enough to deprive you the pleasure of having him in your mouth. He smelled salty, something of sweat that made your nostrils flare for more, so you pushed your head. You sniffed, lowering yourself until your nose was buried into his heavy balls, and inhaled your curiosities.

The aroma of Tom’s musk was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. It was intoxicating. The scent was strong and pure when you pressed in. It was here, a pungent assault to your nose when you took another indulgent breath of his sweaty balls, and your senses went haywire when Tom’s fingers dug into your nape, scraping sweet lines of fire across the nape of your neck, and pulled you over his leaking cock.

Your inability to control yourself was as much of an arousal for Tom, judging by how his cock was twitching with every breath you took to fight off the urge in gulping him down.

“Wow, you really are a momma’s boy, aren’t you? Bet you have her constantly in your mind, telling you what’s right from wrong, don’t you? Tell me, what’s she saying while you’re sucking me off?”

“I don’t know what—mmf!”

Just like that, your mouth was full of Tom’s smell, full of him, god. Your eyes snapped shut and you choked down a moan as you took his thick cock into your mouth at the help of Tom’s bruising grip. One hand braced on his toned and flexed thigh while the other was wrapped around his shaft, holding him steady in your mouth. Your lips wrapped snug around him, hallowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue over veins—multiple veins that were the source of his pre-cum leaking into your mouth like a broken faucet.

Salt spread on your tongue, wakening every taste bud to an early bloom as you squeezed and stroked him at the base, forcing out more drips of pre-cum onto your tongue.

“Fuck, your mouth’s so warm…” His eyes widened at the warm and wet embrace of your tongue slobbering over his cock, groaning at the obscene sounds of your saliva spit-shining his shaft as he was leaning on his elbows. “God, look at you.”

“I’m doing okay…?” You gasped after pulling his cock out of your mouth, spitting out the thick, droopy web of saliva that connected your lips to Tom’s shaft back over the plump, swollen glans. You looked up at him for approval, wide-eyed and dazed, recovering from the stretch Tom had provided your mouth seconds prior.

When you needed a breather, you licked at the underside of his cock, tending to the inches you couldn’t possibly fit inside of your mouth with multiple tantalizing strokes of your hand. You spread your spit thick over his hard flesh, massaging every spit bubble until his cock and balls were moisturized with the slick of your mouth.

“Better than I could imagine, honestly…” Tom marveled with a chuckle, exhaling slow and deep from his gut to seemingly keep himself from spilling too early from your unrelenting strokes. His toes wiggled in his socks, a tic you found yourself simpering about because it was rather the opposite of Tom’s imposing demeanor.

He pressed two fingers against his own tongue, slicking it up with spit, before shoving them into your mouth to get a second opinion on your cock-sucking skills. Tom hummed, his hand removed from your nape to hold your chin up while he watched you take his fingers, pumping them in and out of your tight, sucking lips.

He seemed pleased.

Somehow, it was more intimate sucking his fingers off. Tom was staring. He had always been, which made you nervous since he introduced himself to you. But he was staring, as if he could control your every move with a simple look, as if he was capable of communicating with you without uttering a word. His lips parted, his brow raised, and you quickly caught on to reflect upon his wishes, diligently opening your lips to welcome a third slicked up finger into your mouth.

Right then and there, you figured Tom had taken your brain cells hostage and forged them to work in his favor. Whatever he wanted, you were absolutely pleased to do without a single complaint peeping from your end.

He pulled out embarrassing sounds that would’ve gotten you stoned if your mother ever heard them from your room. His other hand worked on your leaking cock, massaging your testicles and palming the plump tip, because he can—because you let him.

You were Tom’s puppet, and your body was at his disposal.

“See? This is fun, right?”

He slid his fingers out of your mouth ever so-slowly, the dim light catching onto the trail of spit that bridged his fingers and your tongue with a magical glint. They eventually lost their sparkle when Tom was quick to bring his hand to your ass and wet your exposed rim with a finger, circling the flesh at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“M-mm…”

It was pathetic how deprived of touch you were.

Something as simple as a tease made you writhe on all fours. All it took was a lazy stroke of his finger for you to arch your back and draw your ass out. You couldn’t manage more than a moan as Tom guided you flat on your stomach and himself behind you, continuing his taunts after freshly lubing his fingers and throbbing cock.

Upon the next turn, Tom had the generosity of delivering you of a fill that had been making your cock leak into his sheets, that had been making you rock your hips like you were an animal in heat.

After pushing your legs apart, Tom slowly slid one finger inside of you, his mouth opening in rapport, but also in wonder, as your tight hole welcomed his thick digit in with such warmth, your body locking up as pleasure entered your body.

“C-Christ…” you hissed, thighs clenching and ass squeezing around the foreign intrusion. Something like panic, mixed with agonizing, desperate need, froze you in your place, yet you could feel your body melt, beads of sweat forming over the slope of your tense shoulders and back muscles. Every contact point of your body meeting his, from his firm hand kneading your plump ass, to the tender push and pull of his finger, scorched.

“I don’t know, (M/N)… I don’t know if you can take my cock. My finger can barely move. Might have to call it a night…”

The thudding of your heart muffled your ears as Tom pressed in another finger after slowly working you open. Upon instinct, you closed your legs, only for Tom to spread them back apart before your sweaty thighs could meet, keeping yourself exposed and bare under his direction.

You chewed on a whimper, your face pressing into a pillow in your arms while Tom’s two fingers curled and pumped deep inside of you. You felt yourself pulsate around him, the tight ring of muscle unrelenting in its grip around his fingers, but Tom was determined to break you, another digit joining the pair of fingers, demeaning the tightness of your hole with an obnoxious whistle while pushing into your resistance. “Damn, look at that hole… barely fitting in three fingers.”

“N-no, I can take it. Please…” you gasped on an onslaught of curls, fast and repetitive until you were stretched enough for Tom to yank his fingers completely out of you and quickly feel withdrawal symptoms of his fill. Your thighs shook, your ass pushed out for more, your hole twitched in rapport—you murmured a whine that you needed Tom to hear, but was too self-conscious to let it be known, so you settled biting into his pillow to resist your throat from spilling.

“Such a shame. I thought you made the perfect fit for A.K.P., too.”

His touch was soft and exploring, smearing the sweat on your back over the expanse of your ass and covering it in a humiliating sheen that you’d reckon Tom was stroking himself to upon picking up on the lewd, slick sounds of lube sliding over something thick behind you.

“S-stop, stop, please. I-I’ve taken it before, just—give me a chance, yeah? Please? Hear me—feel me out?”

“You’re that desperate, huh? Don’t know if you need the pledge more, or my cock…”

“Your cock… Tom, please—“

“So, you wouldn’t mind if you received nothing in return, as long as my cock was inside of you? Fucking you? Breeding you?”

“No, I just—“

No, no, no. I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop. Your ass communicated those pleas in desperate wiggles. A strong smack to your ass cheeks meant to halt you in place, but it only made your hips more fervent as you graciously backed into the thick of Tom’s cock, reaching back and giving him a needy pump or two, then slid him against your crack.

A needy moan escaped when you felt the weight of his cock sandwiched between your cheeks.

“So, you don’t want my cock? I’m confused on what exactly you’re telling me. Hurry, before I lose my patience.”

You felt a stickiness to your rim. Peeking over your shoulder, you took a glimpse of Tom presumably tracing your hole with his cock and spreading his pre-cum thick over the smooth flesh. The small space grew humid with the tension between your body and his, heavy breaths adding onto the heavy air as Tom rocked into you, holding you by the waist, gliding his cock through the wetness of your lubed ass cheeks. His shaft rubbed over your hole, and your cock throbbed and leaked in between your legs at the chance that anytime now—Tom could breach you open, and fill you wondrously. Your hole clenched at the thought, aided by Tom’s hands pressing your cheeks tighter around his cock as it slid over you.

If only you could command your asshole to open, because you would’ve taken him in by now.

“I want you inside of me, Tom. F-forget the pledge, I just—I need something, someone inside of me. Please, just—Christ, fuck me. Fuck me with your thick cock. Fuck your cum into me. Fuck my ass until I’m nothing but a gaping hole dripping with your seed. Don’t even care if we never see each other again, please, Tom—”

Your eagerness took Tom by surprise, making him chuckle and slap his cock over your blinking hole before resuming on sliding his shaft against your crack, hopefully for one last turn. “Who knew you had such a potty mouth?”

You don’t know what drew you back to looking at Tom again. Maybe it was the hard, brawn structure of his body, cut straight from a sculpture of the most heroic Greek warrior. The firm lines of his abdominal muscles, or the way his snapback was adjusted backwards, emphasizing his soft, yet handsome looks. All in all, you didn’t mean what you said.

You would absolutely care if you never saw him again.

He was too good.

His rough hands over your ass, smacking them whenever you would try to angle your hips in a way to fit him in, were too good. His delicate kisses on your neck, back, and shoulders, quelling the tremble of your limbs, were too good. His soft lips, when you and him met halfway until your mouths were exchanging breaths, making the effort of holding yourself still against him excruciating, were too good.

Tom’s lips ghosted over yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You groaned as he supported your core with a strong hand, opening your mouth to take more. Every part of you, even the moisture in your body, wanted to touch him. You were sweating, drooling into his mouth, leaking into Tom’s palm when he wandered down to stroke your cock; all strong indicators that you were losing control, if you hadn’t already.

His voice, as he murmured something about your body in your ear while he was gathering you against him, was too good. His breath forced itself between your lips, breathing out a supply of oxygen into your mouth, into your lungs, to prepare you for the inevitable, and you had never felt so fragile before—especially so, when you found yourself quickly using up Tom’s oxygen when he pushed his cock into you without hesitation, without warning, your body hammered by a thousand needles in the process.

“T-Tom!” you hissed in a breath, but it only made the grip on your hips more strident when his thrust made you collapse back onto all fours. It wouldn’t be surprising if your skin was blemished with bruises the very next day with the way his fingers dug into your flesh.

Tom was generous enough to let you adjust to his size, indulging in the warmth and tightness of your entrance with only the tip of his plump cock despite feeling like he had toppled your backside with all of his body weight. Even then, those minuscule ruts were enough to make you whimper out of agony.

“So fucking tight…”

Tom pulled himself out and spread your ass cheeks apart, marveling and silently wondering to himself how he was going to puzzle himself inside of you. Some spit would surely help. He licked his fingers, then pressed it over your swollen hole, smoothing the skin before pushing the tip back in, having only a tenuous grasp on his self-control.

After the burning mellowed with the help of multiple deep exhales and kisses from Tom, you felt yourself finally unravel the moment he moved his hips. Your fingers raked against his abs as you reached back to pace his hips, palm on his pelvis to keep from completely ruining you. A shiver ran down the length of your spine as Tom smoothed a hand over your back, then kept it at the lower half, pushing deeper into you while he held you still. You made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, pleasured yet disoriented by the ample stretch Tom was providing you with. It gutted the fog of arousal, you could feel your hole instinctively pushing his cock out with overwhelmed pulses, but Tom was persistent, driving into you deeper— harder—the moment your body tried to resist him.

���Don’t mind it hard, right?” Tom asked against your ear, gruff in between his slow, yet deep strokes.

“Please,” you whimpered, barely getting the word out before Tom’s hand found its way to your mouth, covering it and holding your head back at the millisecond your answer registered in his brain, giving him the green light to pummel you relentlessly.

Your eyes popped open when Tom soared, bucking his hips wildly into you. Cries of pleasure, your whimpers and moans of being hammered with such overwhelming desire for your body, were muffled into the palm of Tom’s hand. He squeezed your cheeks, loud groans leaving your throat, and your torso arched into the mattress.

The brutal stretch was what you’d been needing. All this pent up sex drive that you had been harboring for so long came exploding out of you like molten lava, scorching your torso and all in effect. Your body was on fire, coupling with Tom’s as sweat dripped from his forehead, and somewhere onto your backside. Your mind emptied out while you hovered in the space between deprived arousal and complete ecstasy, only perfected by Tom’s cockhead screwing into your tight, clamping hole.

“Open,” Tom demanded with a huff, and you did as you were told at the prodding of his fingers. You welcomed him in with the parting of your lips, luring each digit with the curl of your wet tongue. “You like that? You like taking my hard cock like this? Fucking you open until you’re nothing but a hole? God, look at you drooling…”

As Tom pumped inside of you at a steady pace, angling his hips so he stretched you wider, you suckled on his fingers as they remained hooked over your mouth—you were starting to guess that he loved having them sucked, or at least, liked playing with the idea of having himself inside of you in more ways than one.

It was a messy affair. Pools of saliva leaked from either corners of your mouth. The smell of sex was thickening in between the heavy pants that you and Tom would collectively exile. It wouldn’t be long until your body was drenched in sweat, and you’d come to realize that you wouldn’t be alone in that department. Tom had his sweaty arm around your throat, pushing all of his body weight onto you and gutting you open with the deep hammering of his thrusts. His chest rumbled with wild growls as he pounded into you from behind, burying your hole to the root of his shaft, fucking you with the salacious sound of his heavy and musky sack slapping against your sweat-stained taint. You whimpered when his cockhead brushed past that sweet spot of yours, an unfamiliar feeling that you had no doubts in wanting to befriend.

“O-oh, that’s s-so g-good—“ You bit into his forearms, the thick vein pulsing through looking appetizing, and you were glad you did it because—it was like an ‘on’ switch for Tom.

“Taking my cock so well—your mom would be disgusted, wouldn’t she? Knowing her baby boy is taking a man’s cock. Want you to remember this. I don’t care how many cocks you had before me. I want you to remember what my cock feels like, digging deep inside of you. And when I’m done with you, I don’t want you coming home, crying to mommy—because I’ll never be done with you. Once you get your bid, you’re fucking mine.”

This was it.

This was Tom at his peak performance.

And your body was at his mercy.

He pulled out, flipped you over, then hooked your legs over his shoulders before resuming in his relentless rapture.

You stroked yourself to the image before you, a tight fist around your aching cock, squeezing from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum down your already sticky length, while your other hand toyed with your nipples, playing with the perky nubs.

Tom’s muscular body dripped in sweat. His teeth gritted as he struggled to control his volume. Glimpses of the base of his cock would appear when he would pull out, only to be hidden by the trimmed hairs of his pubic hair when he would shove himself back in, veins of his large cock throbbing and basking in your warmth. Hard and strong kisses layered your ankles while Tom’s pecs jiggled with every thrust he made. Even if you weren’t being fucked right now, you could get off to this. You could come right now, to the absolute bliss on Tom’s face as he buried himself deep inside of you, impaling you with his cock, moulding your hole to the shape of his shaft.

It enthralled you knowing how much pleasure your body gave Tom.

The squeaking of the bed roped everything together, gathering all sorts of noises—lewd sounds of sex and delirious desire—like a beautiful symphony. Your moans against his were the choir when Tom came down to kiss you hard on the mouth, sloppy and wet as he explored you open both ways. His tongue curious into your mouth and his thick cock rearranging your guts.

Your hands freely roamed over the expanse of his broad back, clutching and scratching at his back muscles when he curled his hips in a way that made you arch your body off the bed and knocked the breath out of you. God, he was so strong. So buff. You could feel his back muscles move in sync with his hips, flexing and flaring as he sank his cock deep into you. Your body stuttered, your eyes shut tight, tears nearly welling from the utter pleasure, shriveling as Tom would batter your prostate with better precision every time his hips came down on you. You couldn't be bothered to find the proper words to tell Tom how good he was making you feel, so you settled for a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and a daring scratch over the length of his spine.

That was telling enough, right?

Tom growled at the sting overloading his senses when you made your marks, grazing his teeth and lips over the palm of your hand when he reached back to take and hold the culprit of the forming welts before him. You and him shared a gaze, a kiss when he lowered himself and briefly settled on imposing you with strong, but slow and deep thrusts. To catch his breath. To catch yours. You both exchanged breaths, swapped saliva, explored each other's mouths, held each other hands, and the intimacy of it all made it all the more tranquilizing for you.

“Gonna breed that ass of yours. Fuck, it’s perfect for me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have your hole dripping, gaping, and raw? Maybe I’ll get the bros to look at the mess you made. Maybe they’ll want in on it and have a turn at your body, too. It could be your initiation, hm? Could skip the entire process, and be a Greek, as long as you let all of us breed you. How does that sound?”

“Holy, s-shit—“

You pumped your cock, a familiar feeling quickly bubbling to a high from the pit of your stomach, all the way to your swollen nipples, and you knew what awaited you as that sensation wouldn’t falter. Your heart beat ran faster than the effort of caffeine. Even though it was muffled, the rhythmic beats downstairs were still resonant, and you were absolutely outpacing its tempo. The heat of Tom’s hands returned on your body. He caressed and rubbed your hips, thighs, chest, balls, and ass, all while he urged you to come.

“There we go. Good boy. Keep fucking that fist. Yeah, fuck—“

His palms smoothed over your skin, up the sides of your body, thumbs pressing into either sides of your hips, then maneuvered you with his strength to meet him half-way into his strong thrusts. His biceps flexed, thick veins demonstrating his rush of adrenaline and sheer strength as he brought you down onto his cock with thundering claps, sweaty skin contacting sweaty skin, constantly assaulting your prostate with his swollen cockhead.

It both frightened and thrilled you, your eyes blown, and you felt yourself quickly spill, thick and heavy over your stomach, knowing you were at Tom’s disposal. You shuddered, watching the thick ropes of cum fly high before splattering and soon pooling at the plane of your body.

“I’m close—“

“Come inside of me, please–“

You were panting as your cock finished spilling itself all over your stomach and chest, as Tom’s big cock pounded in and out of you with such ease now, the weight of his hips coming down on you making you continuously bounce on the mattress.

“Fuck.”

His breathing was even heavier than yours, laced with grunts as he used your ass like a toy, pulling hard and pushing you as he pleased, breaching you with the thick of his cock. His thrusts become wilder, sweat dampening his snapback as Tom mustered up the rest of his strength and energy to completely overpower you. His swollen cock dug deep, you could feel every veins about to burst. With a choke of your name, he delivered one more grandiose rut against your ass, the impact of his hips biting sharp into the back of your thighs, and filled you with his cum, burying you to the root.

“Holy shit…”

“O-oh, god—“

Warmth spread thick inside of you, and you writhed and groaned as your hole swallowed another fat fill. Tom’s body goes slack, crashing into your arms immediately, and he moaned on each slow thrust, creaming you from the inside and out. You strained toward him in desperation, wrapping your legs around his hips to lock him in place, and reaching over to his ass to push him deeper, to urge him to keep breeding you as your hole held Tom’s sensitive cock with gratitude, taking his thick seed without hesitation, until his cock veins stopped pulsating.

As promised, Tom kept you impaled, rocking his hips and kissing you once more, soft and passionate, something of him owing you one laced in the way he smooched your lips and refused to let you reciprocate—because Tom never came like that before. His hand was tender on your cheek, stroking the dried stain of drool that was left abandoned when he pulled away to look at you, properly this time. You sighed, brushing the snapback off his head to let his scalp breathe, and pulled him in at the introduction of a sudden draft, your legs still anchored by his hips.

You lay intertwined, sharing deep kisses in between moments of recovery, where the post-nut clarity rendered you and Tom into fit of collective shy laughter, incredulous to the affair both of you had just engaged in.

“So, you live on campus?”

“Oh—yeah. East side, near Turing…”

“Figured you’d be a science guy. Anyways, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Give me your phone.”

“Pick me up? For what?”

“Christ. Did I fuck the memory out of you or something? Bid day’s tomorrow. It gets hectic, so I think it’ll be better if you stick with me.”

“Won’t that… be suspicious?”

“Nah. Plus, I figured we’d get an early start on your initiation…”

“You mean—“

“Fuck, yeah.”

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done for the night

axel kovacevic x reader

author's note ⋆｡𖦹 ✮ ‧₊˚✩彡

hiiiii this is my first fic for any CK character so i'm kinda nervous. hope u like it. i started a pt. 2 already bc i just love axel but i also wanna write him in different scenarios as well! will open my requests asap :)

c.w.

s6pt2 spoilers, drinking.

being in barcelona was a dream. you were grateful that you were able to tag along with the miyagi do's. sensei larusso and sensei lawerence always liked you, especially johnny. being miguel's best friend is a privilege you were happy to have. sure, it came with a lot of drama but it also came with a protector, a group of friends, and some karate skills.

plus, being miyagi do's water girl wasn't a bad deal for being flown out to barcelona.

you were enjoying being on the inside of all the events while not needing to fight. the first couple of rounds you seen were intense. being around all these powerful people made you a little nervous but you had hope nothing terrible would happen like the rumble at west valley. these weren't angry teenagers fueled off drama and angst, they're athletes. aspiring professionals.

after miyagi do managed to stay in the game by the skin of their teeth, everyone was getting ready to go out. sam was talking your and devons ear off about spain and all the things her and miguel were going to do in their freetime when there was a knock at the door. you got up from your spot at the vanity and opened it to see miguel.

he was distressed, foot anxiously tapping with a hand through his hair. "is sam in here?"

"yeah, sam." you waved her over to the door. "you good, miggy?" miguel opened his mouth to speak and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "what's wrong?"

"my mom..." his voice shook as he took sam in his arms for a hug. "something's wrong with the baby, i need to go back home." he spoke, voice muffled by sams hair.

"of course." you nodded. "is there anything we can do?"

he only shook his head and hugged sam harder.

"miguel." johnny said from the end of the hallway and beckoned him.

miguel let sam go and gave you a quick but tight hug before taking off. you and sam share an uneasy look before going back inside the room.

"miguel's going back home? sensei too?" devon asked and the two of you nodded.

"i need a drink." you said, grabbing your purse.

***

at the bar, everyone just seemed to take the gloominess with them. knowing miguel was struggling made it impossible to have fun.

"what are we going to do now that miguel's gone?" devon asked hawk and demitri.

"we could always have y/n take his spot?" hawk said, giving you a look over like he was sizing you up.

you scoffed. "yeah right, i wasn't even good enough to fight for a spot in the sekai tekai. getting my ass kicked on the world stage isn't on my bucket list."

"i'm serious." hawk said. "if they can't get kenny, you're next up. so don't black out this time." hawk pointed at your drink, remembering the time you got blackout drunk and threw up all over the inside of his car at one of moons parties.

"i'd prefer drunk y/n over kenny any day." demitri started. "at least she didn't shit her pants."

"oooookay." you stood up, taking your empty glass with you. "i'm getting another drink." you saw the way they were looking at you. "my last one. i don't think you guys will need me but if you do, i'll be ready. i promise."

you walked over to the bar, where sam and robby were sitting. "hey."

"hey." sam said and robby only nodded.

"what's with him?" you noticed robby's bad mood as soon as you walked up.

"maybe you can help." sam stood up, taking her cup with her. "i'm gonna go sit with the others for a sec, see if miguel still has service."

"okay." you nodded, taking sams spot at the bar. "what's wrong?"

"everything." robby sighed. "i need a drink."

you wanted to tell him not to, that it wouldn't solve anything but you knew that he already knew.

"get one, whatever you want. i got us for the first round." you took some cash from your pocket. "hey, can i get a mai tai and..."

"a rum and coke. double. please." robby asked and the bartender nodded, getting to work on your drinks.

"it's one of those nights, huh?" he only nodded, peering at the other edge of the bar for a moment before scoffing and turning back to you.

"yeah." you looked down to where he had just looked, to see tory and kwon sitting besided each other. kwon had an arm around her shoulders and was whispering something in her ear.

"i'm sorry robby. she's gonna come around, i know she is."

"i don't know. she's doing better without me." robby took a sip of his drink and looked down to where tory was sitting. kwon had separated from her but was still close. "and i'm here." he looked at his drink. "thanks by the way."

"it's not good to drink alone. especially when you're down." you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "also, i missed out on the robby who smoked weed and skated everywhere. i hear he was kinda fun."

"i still skate everywhere." he said with a small laugh. "just not a skate rat anymore."

"yeah, you're the captain now." you gently nudged his shoulder. "i don't know how that feels exactly, the pressure, but i do know that you're gonna make everyone back home proud. especially tory."

"i hope so." he took another drink and eventually, his was gone.

"i know so. she's been watching every one of your fights."

robby cringed a little bit. "knowing i've lost every one of my fights definitely makes me feel lame."

"you're still in it. there's still tomorrow." you took another sip of your drink.

robby nodded. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

you nodded in return, looking over your shoulder to see hawk on his phone, sam and devon talking, and demitri dancing with a girl. when you turned back to where robby was sitting, kwon was in his seat.

"hi."

"hello." you were playing with your straw.

"what are you drinking?"

"a mai tai." your responses were dry but kwon wasn't backing off.

"do you want to dance?" he offered his hands but you shook your head, backing away a little.

"no, thanks."

"what? you're only miyagi do's little girlfriend? not for the rest of us?" kwon leaned in closer. "i can treat you better than keene."

"leave me alone, kwon."

"hey." robby's voice came from behind you.

kwon only scoffed and backed up. "someone's waiting for me anyways." he stood up. "i promise i'll keep her warm tonight, keene." he said before leaving the bar.

"are you okay?"

"i need some air." you stood up and went outside, leaving your friends at the bar. you felt bad for leaving robby alone but you couldn't be there anymore.

you felt the effects of the alcohol as you walked down to the beach. your head was spinning. you stopped and took a seat near the shore, sighing as you looked out to the water.

and then you saw him.

axel kovacevic.

he had been destroying his opponents on the mat. nobody's been able to land a point on him. he was one of the strongest competitors. he was stoic too, especially now as he was practicing his kata about 10 feet away from you. in the moonlight, by the ocean, with the alcohol making your perspective soft, he wasn't robotic. he was focused. until he caught you staring at him.

you made eye contact and immediately looked down at your lap. you waited about 5 seconds to check if he was still looking and he was full on staring. it was awkward. he wasn't looking at you as a threat, but with curiosity.

the two of you observed each other for a silent minute before you decided to say something. "hi." you waved and he didn't say anything in return. "you're axel right?" he nodded. "i'm y/n. i liked the kata you were doing."

"i'm not supposed to speak with opponent." he turned away from you and you stood up.

"i'm not your opponent. i'm not even fighting in the tournament. more like, emergency backup." you smiled, watching the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"why aren't you fighting?" he asked curiously, taking a step closer to you.

"i'm not really a fighter like my friends are." you shrugged. "you're great though."

"i'm alright." he leaned over to pick up his shirt and revealed bruises on his back. the sight made you wince.

"what happened?"

"bo staff competition."

"nobody has been able to land a point on you yet." you looked at him and he had a sort of an embarrassed look. "i know about... your sensei. one of my friends saw. it's not right. you should be out with your team, not practicing alone."

"there's always time for practice. my sensei wants me to be the best. it's because of him i never lose."

"doesn't make it right." you responded. "your entire dojo is pretty great though, i have to admit."

"you're pretty." axel stopped himself. your face was on fire and so was his. "your dojo's pretty good too."

"thanks. do you wanna walk with me? back to the hotel?" you asked, rocking on your heels. axel looked around and nodded and you both took off into the night.

"how long have you been fighting for?" you asked.

"ever since i was a kid. what about you?"

"only a couple years. after one of my friends got really hurt, i decided i had to get serious about learning. he had been teaching me some stuff but when it happened i just had to join a dojo. it was actually... cobra kai."

axel looked at you in disbelief. "you were in cobra kai?"

"yeah. after miguel got hurt, i was really angry and i took it out on everyone."

"miguel..."

"he was the original cobra kai." you remembered when miguel excitedly showed you his first gi. "it's a long story though. those sensei's, silver. they put me and all my friends through hell. so i know what its like to have a sensei do anything to make you the best, even hurt you."

axel couldn't say anything, he could only look at you with wonder. "is that why you don't fight anymore?"

"kind of. i don't know. i'm just not as angry as i used to be. i feel like my anger was the only reason i was ever good and i don't wanna live like that." you shrugged.

"i understand." he nodded. "i love karate but i don't want to be a robot all the time." you shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted. "i hear what everyone says. they call me a monster, a machine. sometimes i just want to be axel." you nodded, this time you didn't have anything to say. "that's why i like to travel. i get to disappear in each city whenever i'm not fighting."

"how many cities have you been to?"

"a lot." he chuckled and listed all the cities and countries he's been to. you listened in awe. "what about you?"

"i've never really left california." you responded. "but after being here, i'd love to see everything. the sagrada familia makes me feel small but not in a scary way. it's like a monument to the great things humans can do."

"how cute!" a familiar voice interrupted. "little rival team playtime, huh?" kwon and another cobra kai came from around the corner. "thought you were only for miyagi do to play with."

"and i thought i told you to leave me alone." you tried to push past them but they blocked the path. you could smell the alcohol on kwons breath as he spoke. "just let us go."

"what's the magic word?" kwon asked, leaning in closer to you.

"move." you responded bluntly, not wanting anything else to do with this.

"wrong." kwon scoffed and shook his head. he glanced over your shoulder and you were sure someone was behind you.

"we just want to go back to the hotel." you weren't planning on giving kwon what he wanted.

"okay. you can go, only if you say please." kwon was in your face again, smug smile plastered on his face.

before you knew it, the other cobra kai kicked axel. it barely affected him as he shot into action to defend the both of you.

"come on, hit me. show me why they brought you here." kwon tapped his cheek and you were about to raise your arm when you were grabbed from behind. you elbowed whoever grabbed you multiple times before being able to slither out and kick him across the face. at the same time, axel shoved the other cobra kai into kwon. "okay come on. i'll take you both."

the sound of sirens took everyone but kwon out of the fight. he was still pressing axel and had to be taken away by his teammates.

"come on, let's go."

the two of you bolted back to the beach. after catching your breath, you started laughing a little.

"what?" axel asked.

"that guy kicked you and you barely moved. you have a strong base."

axel looked away from you, a smile spreading across his face. "thanks. that was a nice roundhouse."

"thanks, axel." you smiled at him and then looked out at the ocean. when you looked back at him, he was staring. no, he was admiring you. "what?"

axel said nothing, he only reached to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. his hand brushed against your face and you leaned into the touch.

and then he kissed you.

and you kissed him back. it was perfect. he was cradling your face with one hand, pulling you closer by your waist with the other. his mouth moved against yours softly and romantically. it was sweet. he didn't want anything other than to kiss you and you were happy to oblige and let yourself be putty in his hands.

but then your head started spinning again. you pulled away abruptly, taking a deep breath as you came up for air. the alcohol, the running, and the kissing were all making you dizzy. "axel i-."

"i'm sorry, i should go. already after curfew." axel took off running down the beach.

"wait, axel!" you called out after him but he was gone. you felt terrible as you went back inside the bar to meet with your team. everyone was already heading out and robby was nowhere to be seen. you figured he had went back to the hotel and hoped he would be fine. everyone else on the other hand would be dealing with their drama for a minute, including yourself.

[bots-and-cons]

*⁠.⁠✧Hiii!! Happy Pride and Men's Mental Health Month⁠!｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I want to say thank you so much for doing that angst request!

Now I came here for something warm.

May I please ask for headcanons of any Bots and/or cons of your choice being father/mother/parental figure for teenage gn!human?

Once again biiig thanks for doing (Almost) all of my requests and enjoy the Summer!

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

A/N: I wanted to write this during June, but I was kinda busy, so I didn’t really have time and my motivation was also low, but hey happy disability pride month! I decided to do only autobots, since it seemed easier. I have these HCs about KOBD being like adoptive parents to a human teen (the other parts are linked in that post too). Also there are these scenarios of reader being in need of a father figure and going to Optimus and Shockwave, another father figure thing here and I’ve got these HCs about the reader being sort of like a parental figure to some bots. You're very welcome, and I wish you a good summer too :D

~Arcee~

•Arcee would not in any way consider herself a parental figure, but it’s not really for her to choose is it

•Your relationship with your mom is rocky to say the least, so when you met and got to know Arcee, she was what you imagined a mother could be

•She’s strict, but she also lets you do things as long as you’re responsible and smart about it

•Arcee doesn’t have unrealistic expectations for you, nor does she berate you for every little mistake

•She listens when you talk, and offers advice IF you want it

•Of course the way she grew up and the environment she grew up in are nothing like the situation you’re in, but you two can always find some connections in your situations, even if they’re really weird and sort of far-fetched sometimes

•Arcee doesn’t consider herself your parent, and you haven’t told her how much you look up to her and how important she is to you

•She’s always there for you when she can, be if for happy things or sad things

•She does eventually sort of accept the role she ended up in with you and it does make her happy you would think of her like that

•There was a moment when you told her she was like family to you, when she thought it wasn’t a good thing because she’s aware of how bad your relationship with your parents is

•You assured her that no, it’s not like that and you saw her as someone you wished you had as your parent

~Ultra Magnus~

•Magnus is super strict, but he also provides the sort of structure you need in your life, unlike your parents

•He’s not exactly there to help you with homework, but he does make sure you always get them done, and you can ask him if you need help with something

•He’s not much help with things such as history, biology, languages or health ed, because he doesn’t really know anything about those things since they’re so human related

•Magnus isn’t the best at reading or expressing emotions, but when he does notice there is something bothering you, he will ask you about it

•He’s pretty awkward when it comes to relationships, but he aims to be honest and just tell you his opinion, with some limits of course

•He doesn’t belittle you, but he does tell you if you’re doing something wrong in his opinion, and you talk about how you could possibly fix it

•Most talks you have with Magnus are very constructive and solution-oriented and not there isn’t really much emotion involved on his side

•He does learn to notice what causes your mood to shift and stuff like that though, and he does ask about it if you seem to be feeling a particularly strong emotion

•It’s a very rare treat to hear him chuckle, and it’s usually because of the stupidest jokes imaginable

[pumpkinsy0]

Hcs for if Ponyboy for WHATEVER reason (be it like you said to a previous ask, getting separated in a rumble or something else) Pony is spending a night at the Shepard house?? (maybe even a few hcs for if Pony was HURT and spending a night at the Shepard house and some pookie ❤️ Tim ❤️ lecturing Pony but also being there for him ((very normal about Tim Shepard ofc)))

most normal reaction to tim tbh completely understandable

•lets sayyyy that there was a rumble, cops arrived and pony ran to who was closest (which was tim), a storm hit and it was unsafe to drive pony back to his house so tim told him he could hunker down w em

•lowkey tim aint even notice pony was w him, everyone just kinda packed into the car n dipped, it was just on the way home that he realized, everything was a blur till that moment😭

•pony was petrified, NEVER been over to their house, he wanted to get out so bad, no offense to curly and tim but their house is scary as hell!! he wants out of here!!! and angela dont want him over either so its just so AWKWARD

•as he was patching him up, tim gave pony the quickest run down on what and what not to do while he was over at the house, and its not bc tims running that house like the NAVY, its just that hes doing it for ponys safety so he doesnt encounter their mom, their dad???? couldnt rlly care much about nobody in that house rlly cares what he thinks

•ponys took his second ever swig of alcohol at that house too, not bc tim was #irresponsible but bc he said it would take the pain off ponys wounds for a lil WHICH IT DID, but ponys a lightweight, he felt woozy and a lil sicker, he wouldve preferred just feeling the pain but its tim shepard, cant say no to em

•darry was worried about where in the world pony was of course, so tim called darry as soon as he could and let pony just talk to darry for a few, tim PROMISED to make sure that pony was safe, tim is a stepfather fr

•pony was basically locked away up in curly (and angelas) room, which tbh best case scenario for him he wasnt in the mood tonight. curly was excited to just let pony sleep in his bed tonight

•tims talk w pony had him terrified about encountering his mom, like he SAID she was wayyyyy to passed out to wake up and notice him but pony doesnt know that woman, curly HAS to either accompany him or go down for him

•pony could feeelll the dirty looks angela was giving him from across the room, just the cherry on top of y he couldnt sleep, usually pony would like cuddling huddling up to sleep w curly, but atp it just felt suffocating, it was pretty cold tho so look, he aint pushing him off anytime soon

•periodically, tim checks in on em, he knows curlys LOVING this cause wooooo ponys “over and im at home yeaaaaaa” but he can see how off put pony is by everything, and he doesn’t blame him

•they got caught in the storm a lil and pony got sick, pony came back home wearing half curlys clothes half tims, and a bottle of sprite they picked up on the way, pony STILL got those clothes

•ever since then tim and curlys joked about when hes coming back over, pony laughs it off but he would love not to go actually

[kizuna-the-randomix]

So one of my friends is really into history, lore, and Stuff and told me that a dude named Dr. Irving Finkel translates stuff from sumerian and he's, like, the one who learned that the Epic of Gilgamesh was like homework for scribes-in-training with said trainee scribes being, as I like to describe, 2-18-years-old rich kids. Bestie then proceeded to yeet me the mental imagery of some young noble child scribe writing GilKidu fan fiction instead of their homework [which, mood you scenario-noble child] which leads me to THIS crack shot of an idea being born when I said to them:

"Imagine one of the best scribes in the Modern Era was a 2 year old girl and the only reason she's considered the best because she lost her homework and that's the only reason why a Significant Part of The Story of Gilgamesh still exists."

Which lead me to conclude that "I can fanfic this." So really this AU (kinda) started because of bestie and because they like Kaveh and Deshret and Kaveh as Deshret, I decided to call this one The Epic of Deshret AU (shortened name) [full name of this AU would probably be Ancient Ship Fiction Survives AU]. (Below is basically copy pasting what I told them while I was running on AU juice)

Epic of Gilgamesh AU in Genshin but replace Gil and Enkidu with King Deshret and Nabu Malikata-- but its modern au with Haikaveh/Kavetham being Scribe and Archeologist respectively and they just uncovered a new site that contains ancient text that seems to hold new information about the Epic of King Deshret-- except that's not really the main plot.

So first scene is haikaveh uncovering the text and it like freezes to black and white, focusing on the Ancient text they're holding with some background dialouge going like "so you're probably wondering how I got here" with the voiceover being Nahida. Now flashback to an ancient time where The Era of King Deshret has passed but their stories told are still (kinda) accurate-- newly inducted scribe Nahida (5 years old), daughter of the late Lady Rukkadevata, has decided that she want to write about The Definitely True and Hidden Love Story of King Deshret and His Goddess of Flower Nabu Malikata that she discovered from her Late Mother's hidden books. There starts the tale of a grand adventure starting her escape from her definitely-not-power-hungry uncle Azar who definitely did not kill Rukka to going on a journey where she meets many people, asking them about what Hidden Details they could possibly know about King Deshret and Nabu Malikata to make her Definitely Hidden True Love Story more accurate.

So like the thing is that the story Nahida finds from her mom's hidden stuff is a What-If fanfiction if Nabu Malikata lived and they went on their way to Love and Procreate. Yeah she definitely still died as lore accurate to her Epic of Gilgamesh counterpart Enkidu.

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So yea that's all that I got for now. If anyone does decide this also tickles their plot bunny do tag me so I can see it too.

[ninjagirlstar5]

I was in the mood to draw Minako Tomori, and so I did. I put her in this melancholic pose while dressed in casual clothes, like she's hanging out in public, but she started getting distracted by past regrets...

Her casual clothes are based off of this sprite edit I made of her for my fanfic:

There's no tattoo-covering-a-scar on her shoulder in this sprite cause I literally just came up with that headcanon yesterday and this sprite edit is almost a year old (I just never posted it until now). Not that you would've seen it that well from this angle anyways.

Her tattoo is based off of the flower, Sakurasou or the Japanese Primrose, btw. Kinda proud on how it turned out, ngl, as I'm not really that good in designing tattoos for characters. ^^;

Anyways, I made an off-the-cuff Minako Tomori analysis under the read more, oops:

I've been seeing a lot of Tomori family talk lately and that made me start thinking of Minako again as she's, well, kindof my favorite out of the 6.5 crew next to Dr. Ando (which led to me making this drawing of her). Now, I'm not defending her in how she raised Kizuna or her horrible attitude or anything like that. She's pretty horrible in DRA 6.5 and she gets called out on multiple times by Ryutaro and even Dr. Ando, and rightfully so. But man, from what I can understand in DRA 6.5, she's clearly a goddamn mess. From all the smoking she does to (badly) cope with the stress of dealing with her failure of a marriage to a shitty husband who is also a shitty dad, to constantly cheating on him cause she'd rather be anywhere but with him and can't divorce him due to collateral so she's just legally stuck with him so she goes off to find other men (usually younger but at least they're of age) to ignore her problems at home, puts importance on money because she's the only one trying make sure they have a fuckin' roof over their heads cause her husband is too busy gambling and drinking all their money away, and probably put importance on her appearance more than anything else cause it's one of the few things she can control about herself and feel confident in (and even then, she can't stop the passage of time that is old age). And all of this, plus how she interacts with Ryutaro in her Talk sections (a.k.a. her FTEs) by constantly calling him brat and trying to get him to go away, and no wonder Kizuna turned out the way she did. She had a dad that was never there for her or his wife, refusing to take responsibility for anything and just focuses on himself, and her mom is dealing with SO many things that she's constantly stressed about money and her appearance to the point that she's unable to be emotionally supportive to her daughter in any healthy manner that her flaws, her own attitude about men, and her beliefs in money and appearance is all that matters just ended up trickling down to her daughter and influencing her in a way that it turned her into the messed up girl she is in the short time we got to know her in DRA. Like, holy shit, Minako. You're an asshole of a parent, but when you really think about it, the poor woman got the short end of the stick in life and that really affected how she acted in raising her daughter. Again, not defending her as she's still a bad influence but it's hard not to pity her when she's left to do all the work herself, from parenting, to working, to just trying to take care of herself (by coping in very bad ways)...It's not an enviable position, that's for sure. But honestly, that's what makes Minako so interesting to me. She's not a good person, far from it, nor is she the "better" parent in this scenario. But she still cared enough about Kizuna to follow a suspicious note and getting kidnapped in the process, even when it had the underlying motivation of deciding that she had enough of her shitty husband and took the opportunity to run away from him. And whenever the other characters, particularly Dr. Ando, call her out on her nonsense, I think she gets struck silent in response. Like their words are genuinely getting to her and making her question the way she acts.

And you know what fucks me up the most?

The implication that, between finding out what happened to Kizuna and the rest of the class in DRA post 6.5 upon getting rescued and before the events of SDRA2, she actually changed and improved as a person. Minako, while she is gossiping in the epilogue, is a lot more nicer and friendlier here, is giving us a rundown of what happened after the Utsuroshima Killing Game and the rumors surrounding it to Midori, and making light-hearted jokes in an attempt to cheer Midori up by making fun of herself. And when Midori starts to cry over Teruya's death, Minako's sprite goes sympathetic and concerned and it fades to black for awhile and we come back to Midori reassuring Minako that she's feeling better now with the implication that Minako was trying to comfort her through her mourning. And then she gives out some pretty sound advice, even when dropping this bit in the process:

(The translation is an unofficial version and this bit of dialogue appears at the 3:55 mark.)

"...Go ahead and cry your heart out. You're still young, so you don't have to pretend you're strong."

"With age, the tears won't come even if you want to cry, so when you feel the need to cry, cry."

Which, OW to that last one.

Like, imagine going through so much shit through your life as an adult that you can't even bring yourself to cry about it. You just go, "Yep, this might as well happen," with all the apathy and frustration you can muster in your body.

And when Midori goes to leave to talk to the criminals, Minako has the sense to go "That's a bad and dangerous idea, Midori, don't go alone!" and points out that she JUST got out of the hospital and hasn't fully recovered yet. She even tries to convince her to stay by asking her to continue talking with her cause she's bored. (And, well, I can believe that, even when she's speaking some common sense.) But it clearly rubbed Midori the wrong way as she seems to want to be useful in any way she can, regardless of whether or not her life gets put in danger, so she goes anyway. Aaand Minako complains about Midori's parents not teaching her to treat her adults with "respect," and has brought up "worrying over Keisuke getting a scratch on his pretty face" earlier in conversation, which shows that she's still a flawed person. But I consider that good writing as just because she's a better person now, that doesn't mean her flaws are just going to go away or disappear suddenly. Taking away a character's flaws in order to make them a "good" person will only make them bland, boring, and flat as a paper. Flaws are meant to help characters be more nuanced in personality, and Minako still being abrasive is good as it's a flaw that is a part of her to be aware of and keeps her character recognizable despite the implication that she's trying to do better now. And when Midori gets kidnapped, she immediately runs over to Ryutaro and Keisuke to tell them what happened, calling Ryutaro "kid" in the process, and showing fear for Midori's safety. I don't know if the translation between Kid and Brat is any different, but it's a step up from brat, at least. (And honestly, I can see Minako using "kid" and "brat" as a more affectionate nickname to Ryutaro over time since she comes off as the type to show affection through teasing.) And to top it all off, the cigarettes from her DRA sprites have been replaced with lollipops in her SDRA2 sprites, and candy is a common way of trying to combat addiction to nicotine.

In other words, the way Minako acts in SDRA2 shows that she's trying to be a better person, even if that development happened between games. (And frankly, we shouldn't just stop everything in the epilogue just to have a flashback of "here's why so-and-so acts like this now!" Like, that would just kill the pacing of the epilogue and defeats the whole purpose of a time-skip between games.) It's just a shame that Kizuna's death was the wake-up call that put her on that track to growth in the first place (alongside the call-outs). It's through the death of her own daughter and what led up to it and why she acted the way she did in that moment that made her stop, take in the call outs she's been dealt with throughout the 6.5 chapter, and go, "Oh. I've been a shitty mom and that played a part in how Kizuna acted and led to her death." Cause think about it: if Kizuna was never concerned about her appearance, if she never had this belief that she had to extort others in order to benefit herself, whether it's men for money, affection, popularity, attention or anyone else for anything else, DRA's Chapter 2 probably wouldn't have happened the way that it did. It may not have prevented Kizuna from dying at some point during the killing game, but her behavior was something that she learned and inherited from Minako. And that realization had to sting for her as she not only lost her daughter but had to come to terms with the revelation that it was indirectly her fault for influencing Kizuna in a way that made her a terrible person that decided her only option to survive was to try and kill (which backfired on her hard). But unlike some people, who would double-down on their behavior or just grow worse through their grief, Minako seemed to have reflected on everything up to that point and decided to grow as a person instead. But even though Minako is trying to be a better person now, she can never make it up to her own daughter that she messed up the most. Because that chance is forever lost thanks to death itself.

Reflection is important, because if you don't do that much, you'll never realize what you've done wrong until it's too late and the chance to make it up to your loved one is forever stripped from you.

...At least, that's how I've interpreted Minako Tomori.

[devondespresso]

OK I NEED TO SHARE THIS FIC RIGHT NOW OR I WILL DIE

THIS. FIC. IS. FUCKING. EXCEPTIONAL.

it was a one-chapter idea that had so much good going for it that the author is expanding it into a full fic and series. it has 12 chapters out right now (total undetermined but they seem to have a lot planned) and every single one is absolute art. its also at a pretty good place right now so stopping at chapter 12 isn't cliffhanger torture or anything, it has questions unresolved and whatnot but im not falling apart at the seams from not knowing what happens next.

no im falling apart at the seams from everything thats already happened.

(this is your vague spoiler warning. im mostly warning/disclaiming shit and roleplaying a car salesman as i try to get you to give this fic a shot)

fair warning this fic is heavy. it deals with the upside down trauma and the canon-divergent trauma the author introduced so incredibly realistically that it kinda makes you realize how desensitized we are to steve getting hurt. its amazing.

also feel the need to tell you its not the type of realistic that leaves you depressed after reading thank god. its real and heavy but not demoralizing. characters cry and grieve and scream but characters also hug and comfort each other and make little jokes to lighten the mood. there are worst case scenarios and best case scenarios and you get to be with the characters in the aftermath and their healing.

the structure and pacing is really good. it centers around steve but it alternates povs to most of the other characters and gets their perspective and struggles (has switched between steve, eddie, hopper, max, lucas, dustin, nancy, wayne, b*lly, and steves mom) and that makes almost every character feel like they're a main character or at the very least really well developed.

also this is your anti-b*lly h*rgrove warning. hes 100% an irredeemable monster here so if that bothers you definitely skip this because his impact is felt every chapter. all the other characters are flawed but understandable and definitely not malicious.

and ofc read the tags and chapter notes for content warnings and such. the author tells you what areas to skip over if certain subjects bother you but some aspects (like what happened to steve and max and eddie's childhood traumas) are too integral to the story and can't be glossed over without missing plot details.

if its at all interesting to you (and its safe for you to read) please just go check out the first chapter and you'll get it. its really good.

[herdailydiarysblog]

Hello again ✨

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Ok so update for the post where I asked for advice.

I had a chat w my friend and I cleared my head. So no more weird feelings. I am good now, no crush no feelings sorted. Also I haven't talked to that guy much after that. Thanks for being my audience and hearing me out.

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My Sunday update- went to meet my mom's side of family. Record few clips of while travel etc, I have a thing for vlogging haha. I want to start creating some sort of video diary for myself.

I did many things: saw sunrise 🌄, sky, roads, rail lines, rush and sunset 🌇. It felt good. Met close relatives, had a great chat and good food. I can even name so many dishes I ate. Should I?

Took a walk with my cousin for 2 hours, sharing life. Tried kombucha ( Korean fermented drink) first time in my life- it was good, I tried coffee after more than a year since I quit, my sis made filter coffee latte with almond milk- loved the feeling of having coffee. I mean wow.

Watched 2 korean movies: Mood of the day & New year blues. Both good worth watching. Slow but steady I would say.

Although I like being alone, it still is kinda lonely. I felt happy being around people. Every time I come here, I feel different emotions and experience different scenarios. My normal life seems b&w in comparison to my one day here which is good I got to experience this.

Also I was given a cute note where she said she's happy to have me🥹 with itar (oil based perfume) from my sis & fridge magnet frommy bro. Grateful but now I also want to do something for them. 💌

Ok now I will take a nap, it's 4 am already. 🫠

See ya.

[leffee]

More head cannons about your son?

I love my son. If someone saw this out of context that would be quite worrying. For real though, imagine actually having headcanons about you real, biological son. Goodness. But no, it's just funny gecko that I think of as a human or human with tail and ears and scales that I have projected everything on and more. The best thing is that those headcanons will probably never end bc I think about him constantly. So let's deliver hmhmh 10 more:

so this one is kinda complex, and not among my main ones, but it sure exists. If he were super in love with someone (as often, we'll go with Sunil, but it can be anyone) but for whatever reason didn't tell him about it, to relieve the tension and need to be with him, he would write some short (or longer, if he's in the mood) stories about himself and Sunil being a couple in love. So he's essentialy kinda writing fanfictions. Those aren't super good or anything, as I said, he writes them only to satisfy his own need to be with Sunil romantically, A bonus thingy dingy scenario: somehow Minka found out about that, read one of those stories and thought that it was actually pretty good. And in this scenario she's in love with Russell, didn't tell him either. And so Vinnie and Minka strike a deal, to satisfy each other's romantic cravings, they trade sometimes. So basically it looks like that: Minka paints some Vinnil stuff for Vinnie and he in turn writes her a short Russinka story. It actually works really well for them and they pretty much eat that up totally not feeding each other's obsessions. Even better if Sunil and Russell are already in relationships with others, then they can feed each other's delusions

he's just as much of eating lover as Penny Ling is. He can devour so much in one sitting. They have a traditon that once the school or now academic year ends they go to this one specific fast food place that they have been going to since forever, order a shit ton of food and eat all that. He also stress-eats sometimes

coffee doesn't work on him, or at least not in the way it was intended. It makes him sleepy instead. He still drinks it anyway sometimes, though tries not drinking too much or at all when he knows he'll need to be on any amount of alert soon

when he has dreams they are mostly fucked up dreams. Not necessarily scary, though those are possible too. Most of them aren't exactly nightmare material that you would wake up from covered in sweat and having trouble breathing, just disturbing and/or weird in nature. One reoccuring dream he has goes something like that: he's laying on the grass, as far as he can look there's just that, mid-height grass and night sky above. He can't move at all, no standing up, no turning his head, nothing. And then this pretty big shadow shows up, gradually covering him like something or someone is coming up to him from behind. He tries to see what that is, looking as far back as he can. He never saw what or who it is, but it always feel like it's just out of his field of view, like one more inch and he could see it. But alas he can't. And that shadow looms over him for the entirety of that dream. It used to be quite scary at the beginning but after experiencing this dream every now and then for years he's just kinda bored of it now

sometimes, when Russell and his dad go to the graveyard to visit Russell's mom's grave he goes with them. He's honestly not quite sure why, neither of his parents are dead, but it gives him some sort of weird catharsis. The only idea he has is that since they are visiting his friend's mom's grave then maybe he subconciously treats it as if he was coming to his dad's grave as well. Again, his dad's not dead, but Vinnie never sees him, he barely, very barely remembers him, so in a way he might as well be... Or maybe he just likes spending time with Russell and his dad that much. Even if it's in such way

him and Zoe like listening to music together. Like in a situation when all seven of them are driving somewhere whether in a car or on a train or something and it's been many hours so they are all just kinda tired at this point Zoe gets her headphones out, gives one of them to Vinnie, puts the other one in her ear of course and puts on some music. Vinnie doesn't have a specific music taste, he like what he likes and he found out that somehow every song Zoe has on her phone just hits the spot so damn well

I like to think he has picked up quite a few habits from Sunil over time. You know, the thing when people who spend a lot of time together pick up each other habits and that makes them get more similar to each other. Yeah, that's a real thing. Anyway, so he did end up with the habit of: saying "my friend" when adressing others, interwining his fingers when concerned as well as holding and playing with his tail (in a world where they have tails) when nervous or stressed. He doesn't do any of that as often as Sunil does, but admittedly, it appeared in his behavior, while it simply wasn't there before

his favourite kind of alcohol is liqueur but he's not picky, he will drink pretty much anything. There are very few things he will out-right refuse to drink under any circumstances

people who only knowing him from seeing or hearing either think he is super duper nice and a complete softie who couldn't protect himself and would never stand up for himself or that he's some sort of indestructible force that can and will destroy everything and everyone, always pissed and angry. Basically, the second kind folks saw him angry once and since he's super uncontrolable, very vocal about that, and seething with need to destroy something when feeling that way they just thought he's this way always. Halo effect, am I right?

You know the cocktail party effect? When you react to hearing your name even if you know it's not adressed at you? He doesn't have that, or rather he doesn't have that with Vincent. If he heard "Vinnie" yeah, he would react, but if he heard "Vincent" 99% of time his brain just doesn't react to that name. Even if you were looking straight into his eyes and called him that, he would be like "???" and look behind himself to see if you're maybe talking to someone behind him, because you're clearly not talking to him, right? He's Vinnie. He doesn't do it out of any ill intent or anything, he just genuinely most of the time doesn't think about the fact that Vinnie is not his actual name. Ah the beautiful duality of Vinnie and Vincent. I could give him an identity crisis or sth, but that's a long one, maybe another time

He's way better at theory than practise when it comes to dancing, he just doesn't want to admit it, especially to himself. Look, he's just not good at dancing, he'll never be, he's clumsy, this is just not working for him, he's just in heavy denial about it and thinks he can pursue it. One day he'll realize he can't. But anyway, I'm not taking everything away from him, he can be good at theory. Because he genuinely loves dancing, he even likes reading about it, learning the history, different kinds, all kinds in fact, when and what and who. That doesn't only include the real dances, for example he's very knowledgable about danse macabre, you know, the theme in art where all people are lead by Death in death dance representing how everybody no matter the differences will die one day? Yeah, he knows about stuff like that and can talk about it for hours actually

Ok, that's actually 11 headcanons but I couldn't stop myself :} hope you liked them.

[papirouge]

in an unfortunate turn of event (me visiting my sister who scheduled a movie seance for my niece), I went to see The Little Mermaid🥴

Cliffs **spoilers** :

- Halle is breathtakingly beautiful... Like- it was lowkey distracting lol. She was perfect for that role. She has those outlandish features that are perfect to pull off the look of a mythical creature such as a mermaid (I feel the same for Michaela Coel). Something tells me the fact she's so pretty and Black AND paired with a White man is one of the reason White Conservative/ANTI/NLOG pickmes seethed particularly hard at that casting🥴

- it's obvious that the story is based in the Caribbeans so Ariel being Black is totally coherent. There's absolutely no "Black in the middle of the snow" syndrome since the cast is extremely diverse and multiracial (Creole type of demographic). The (White) Prince is an adoptee of the Black queen, and most islanders look mixed to some degree. And it's echoing what's happening in the sea kindgom since Ariel and her sisters are supposed to represent the 7 seas (2 mermaids are Black, 2 are White, 1 Arabic, 1 East Asian, 1 Indian) so screaming about White erasure is stupid lol

Oh, And let's not forget King Triton who's Latino LMAO (Javier Bardem)

In the end of the day, directors are entitled to make remake through their own perspective and a Creole Little Mermaid was an interesting and convincing move considering how well put together and highlighted this culture is throughout the entire movie (and let's no forget that even in the OG Little Mermaid Sebastian already had a Creole accent so the call was from inside the building at this point). In retrospective, the whole outrage surrounding this movie lookw even more embarrassing & stupid...

- kinda off that Ariel is 15 years old while the Prince is 21...🥴

- the songs are good - there are 3 additional songs - of which one sang by the Prince (which is okay but still a bit awkward lol). "Under the Sea" SLAPS and is visually marvelous. Scuffle ragga song is funny idc lol

- the CGI looks better in motion (especially Sebastian), but the realism kinda kills the mood. Although I suspect they made this choice so that the animals aren't too much out of place when interacting with humans (which happens A LOT in the movie). It's not like Finding Nemo where humans were only a tiny fraction of screen time.

- the building up of the romance is surprisingly cute. The chemistry between the 2 actors is very convincing. The Creole dancing scene is absolutely lovely. Their bonding around their curiosity for the world and exploration is very credible and fleshes out their romance beyond the 'Prince fell in love with mute unknown girl'/'mermaid falls in love at first sight' thing. I like how they added in the scenario that Ariel forgot that she had to kiss the prince to remain human forever (it was a ruse from Ursula to prevent Ariel of reaching that goal, but also a scenaristic ploy to avoid Ariel rushing to kiss the Prince who quickly felt in love with her) so their romance looked more genuine.

- the Prince is pretty handsome 👀 that's a first for a live action Disney movie imo I also think we dodged a bullet concerning the rumors of Harry Styles being initially casted for the role

- the final fight with (giant) Ursula is kinda underwhelming

- from a Christian perspective: this movie is a total rehabilitation of mermaids. At some point, when Ariel reverts to a mermaid right before the prince and his mom, the Queen says (talking to the prince) "I told you the creatures from the kingdom of sea were DEMONIC" ....and the thing is.... she's supposed to be the evil one for rejecting the mermaids. There's an obvious satanic demon acceptance agenda so don't get it twisted to the purpose of that movie.. it's Disney after all....

[sunny6677]

Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 38

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

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You decided to answer Kevin first.

You clicked upon the notification you had received from him, and immediately, it had transitioned to the very page of your messages to him. You then began to type back, and once the message had sent, it had simply said that you wouldn't be able to talk for too long since you were about to sleep soon—but that you wouldn't mind chatting with him for a little bit.

After a few seconds, Kevin began to seemingly type back. And after those few seconds of him typing had past, the message from him had sent. It had read; "Ah okay gotcha. How are you doing btw? Did babysitting those kids go well?"

Ah, yes. You had mentioned to him that you had been babysitting two children when you had spoken to him earlier today. A thin smile spread across your lips as you thought of the fond time you had had with Skid and Pump while you were taking care of them. Your thumbs began to type away again the keyboard, and once you managed to type the full message, it had sent.

Your message had read that it did go well, and that you had taken them to get hot-dogs and to go see a movie with them. You also mentioned how the actual kid you were babysittings mom had seemingly taken a liking to you, and how you received a phone number from some guy you had befriended at the movie theater.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Kevin began to type again. This time, the message took a minute or two, but then it finally sent. "Wow. You've only just moved here, and you're already befriending people. Can't say I can relate lol. I only have one friend, but maybe like two now that you're here."

You paused for a moment, before simply typing back that at the very least, you had managed to befriend someone like him as well. And that he at least had you and that one other friend he mentioned. He typed back, and the message he sent had read: "Well, thanks, dude."

You smiled to yourself. You then typed and sent a message that merely asked how Kevin's day had gone.

Kevin began to type back this time, though the message seemingly took around two minutes the right. And when it finally sent, the message had read: "Eh.. not too bad. It was a little boring though. Some kids tried to steal candy, but I think I was able to handle it just fine since I ended up getting it back. I think I might have just been in a better mood today though."

A better mood, huh? At the very least, Kevin was in somewhat of a positive state. Your lips curled into a smile, you typed back that at least he managed to get it back. And that you were at least glad he was in a better mood for today.

"Thanks, dude :)". That was merely what he sent back to you.

Then, after a minute of nothing, Kevin began to type. This time, the message had read, "I think I'm gonna have to go to bed now since work and all. But maybe sometime on the weekend we can talk some more if you'd be down for that lmao."

You smiled at the thought. Chatting with Kevin on the weekend. Such a scenario didn't sound so bad. You then typed back that you'd be down for it too. And then, in your message, you simply bade him a goodnight. And said that you hoped he slept well.

In reply, Kevin sent: "Night, dude. Hope you have a good sleep too. :)"

The icon on Kevin's profile then flickered a gray, signifying that he was now offline. You sighed, hoping that maybe he wouldn't be too tired tomorrow and that maybe he'd be in a better mood tomorrow too. He really did seem like such a cool guy.

You then scrolled your notifications downwards into view, and took a look at the messages both Lila and Radford had sent.

[j0kers-light]

this is kinda sad but how do you think j would react if b had neglectful parents. especially a neglectful father. my mom and me are close but sometimes she can be really guilt trippy, and tends to assume the worst about my intentions and actions. also i don't blame her for this but my mom homeschooled me, but she was so busy working, no one really taught me anything until i found a tutor in high school. but my main issue is my father. he knows only the bare minimum about me and is sometimes kinda narcissistic. it’s just sad whenever i try to talk to him he never really listens to me (he is always scrolling on the phone or working) and when he does listen there's a good chance he'll yell at me or start an argument.

sorry for the trauma dump but i just am in a "self insert needing comfort" kinda mood if you know what i mean. and you don’t have to use my specific situation, i know it’s not very interesting. and you don’t have to write it all if you don’t feel comfortable. and no rush writing this if you want to write it. I’m just kinda curious if j would be annoyed at her parents for ignoring her so much. much love 💖💝💘💞

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I thank you for the info dumb! Sometimes you need to vent and this be a safe place love!! I would love to write this self insert for you! Ion even like hugs but you need one hon bring it in! 😭🫂

I turned this into a hc if that’s alright with you. I hope you enjoy 😘

Joker knows the signs all too well and he understands your pain.

His parents also neglected him growing up, so I think J would sympathize with you heavy.

You are very independent, mild mannered, and when put under pressure, you strive to achieve and win big (traits your parents unknowingly taught you) however it’s never enough.

You can break a thousand records and win twice as many accolades and still not win their attention which is all you ever wanted.

Joker notices that you’re always quiet, forever in the background, and he has to work twice as hard to make you feel included.

Joker wants you in his life. He won’t neglect you. He’s not your parents. Where would he go anyways? It’s a constant battle to prove himself and you make it harder than it should be.

Those are some of the reasssuring words J tries to drill into your head but it’s a 50/50 chance if you believe him or not.

You know all too well from your father that words are empty and using the wrong one can lead to an unnecessary argument.

So you’ve learned to keep quiet and you remain passive to avoid any conflict.

You assume that Joker doesn’t listen to what you have to say only to be shocked when he repeats every word like it’s textbook.

Joker remembers everything his girl says. Trust.

He goes out of his way to remember every little detail about you and he loves to surprise you with gifts and your favorite things to make you happy. It shows that he cares.

His love language is acts of service/quality time in this scenario and this simp looooooves to spoil you with both. He’s got a lot of years of neglect to make up for after all. 😘

Joker knows all too well what the negative effects of neglect can do to a person and he doesn’t want his Bunny turning into a bad apple. He likes you the way you are!

Overtime his efforts help you to open up and express yourself better, but that all changes when your parents decide to visit.

Joker warns you before they arrive, “If they treat you wrong Y/n, I. Will. Kill. Them.” All with a smile on his face. Oh boy. This won’t end well.

Your mother arrives first and thankfully she’s in a pleasant mood. For now.

She hugs you at the front door and you don’t see her judgmental eyes glancing around your apartment behind your back.

“What a lovely place, Y/n! I know you have a pretty face but still! Who’s dumb enough to pay for all of this?”

The insult makes you freeze and shoot a glance down the hall where you know Joker is eavesdropping. He promised he would remain hidden— with the exception that your parents behaved.

If they treated you wrong, they would have to answer to The Joker. And you would be an orphan. 🙂

You lay on the damage control thick to save a life.

“Ahaha.. um I pay the bills around here mom. You know, since I have a high paying job from my (insert degree).”

Your mom just laughs. “Oh. I forget you’re the smart one.”

“No thanks to you.” You mumble under your breath. Although she homeschooled you, if it weren’t for your high school tutor, you would have never graduated with top honors or graduated at all. She taught you nothing.

But that was water under the bridge. Mom was too busy to care then; why should she care now?

The visit goes well with no other major snags until your dad arrives. You can already tell this won’t go well.

He walks in, already preoccupied with his phone to give you a proper hug. He sat down on your couch and tossed a halfhearted greeting your way.

Mom smiled but is of little help to you. Typical. You’re left to deal with this on your own.

“Hey dad. T-Thanks for coming over.”

“Mm. You’re lucky I had the time.”

His words hurt however you can’t let them get to you. Years of practice help you smile through the pain.

“Yeah. Lucky. Listen, um I was thinking while we’re all together we can go out to eat or something..”

“No Y/n, you listen! I just said I don’t have time! I barely squeezed in this meeting. Always asking for things while not being mindful of other people’s time! Have I taught you nothing?”

You automatically drown out dad’s yelling and you don’t bother looking at mother for help.

She’ll just preoccupy herself with her own phone to ignore the abuse unfolding right before her eyes.

It’s always been like this. Things will never change. Until it does.

You’re the first to hear the door opening down the hall and just like that, you remember you have a murderous boyfriend who is a man of his word.

Joker has heard enough of the verbal abuse coming from your parents. You’re about to be an orphan and no he’s not sorry.

He did warn you.

[keefwho]

November 06 - 2023 Monday

10:35pm

This morning I tried making an egg, sausage, and rice quesadilla for breakfast. It didn't turn out great and it was 41% of my daily calories which I figured should be okay since I'm working out today. I was afraid it would hurt my tummy but I think I turned out okay. Daisy showed up for the entire stream today which was nice. I did some sketching and worked on the next installment of the dreaded Venus comic commission while we listened to old brony music. I thought it was a fun vibe. After stream I tried to follow my body's usual schedule but that wasn't quite happening so I did my workout. I performed well today because of that large breakfast and a normal amount of sleep last night. After my shower I spontaneaously offered to make my homemade soup for lunch for my parents which was a fun process since I like cooking in large amounts. She cleaned up for me and I kinda just stood by the pot the entire time watching it cook. Not too much socializing. When it was done mom didn't want any because she said she was having stomach problems and she only brought dad half a bowl so there was a lot leftover that I think got thrown out in the end. Feels kinda shitty. Also I got worried hearing about mom's stomach troubles because I was just susceptible to that today I guess. It stuck on my mind for awhile, worrying about the worst case scenario where she is sick with something transmissible and gave it to me which I won't even experience for a couple days if that's the case. It's very unlikely and I had to work to stop myself from spiraling over something so small. Eventually I was able to do today's request and drew something for the streamer MoonMoon even though I did it all very late. I started playing Star Stable to get cozy when Daisy became free. She wanted to head upstairs to play Zelda but wanted to see me first which always warms my heart. In some ways I feel like I was losing myself today but that sort of grounded me. Seeing so much humanity in her helps me when I'm struggling. We played Zelda for a bit together and even though I wanted to play Zelda, I wasn't really in the mood at the same time so I didn't do much. Eventually I switched back to Star Stable while she fell asleep and did a few quests while eating dinner.

[scarlethallow160]

why tf do one bedroom apartments have to be so expensive (this is a huge vent dump pls avert your gazes)

my roommate keeps inviting people to our apartment without fucking telling me (or waiting til the LAST possible second to do so) even tho i’ve said time and time again i hate when people do that especially cuz he has a bad habit of doing that when we have plans where he just invites other people (esp people i barely know or dont know at all) without telling me or anyone else that was already involved. its even more aggravating cuz when this is brought up he acts like he makes sure to avoid this and he fucking doesnt like when i lived with an old friend and an ex-friend, him and our other friend invited someone to our place (so they invited a stranger to a place they did not live at) and none of them fucking told me until i was literally about to walk inside after work and like am i crazy or do people not see how rude that is?? like dawg thats my fucking home U GOTTA TELL ME WHEN PEOPLE THAT DO NOT LIVE THERE ARE GOING TO BE THERE

and if ur going to force me to interact with strangers have the decency to introduce us???? once we went to meet with some friends (not rly but i’d met them before) and ig one of their sisters was there and they just. didnt introduce us to each other? and we were on opposite ends of the table so its not like we could really interact either? and they did this when we got invited to another friends bday thing where someone i’d never been introduced to was there and they didnt fuckin introduce us and i was anxious cuz i was sitting across from her and finally had to be like “oh hi are u x? i’m so-and-so” like jesus christ is this not common sense for people? why are yall okay with forcing complete strangers to hangout

and with work today i was so overstimulated and got more and more aggravated by this cuz like i dont want to have to move every year and one bedrooms are so expensive rn but im so fucking tired of going thru this. not to mention we dont have a ceiling fan in our living room so he turns down the ac rly low when people are over so it jacks up our ac bill so it makes me even More anxious cuz him inviting people over = social anxiety for me and general anxiousness knowing our bill is going to be higher

i was so aggravated by this i ended up skipping out on plans we had today cuz my roommate also talks about himself. a lot. and we were out with friends like yesterday night or smthing and he kept going on and on about some guys he’s talking to on a dating app and i knew that would just make me angrier and idk it kinda sucked that one of my other friends involved thought i felt i was rly close with didnt seem to gaf either that i abruptly dropped out and theres obviously something wrong with me mental health-wise cuz i have this really bizarre self-sabotaging tendency when my mood severely dips where i convince myself no one cares or everyone hates me and think of this dark scenarios and just kind of start spiraling

and with my anger issues i go thru this weird loop of understanding a lot of my emotional/temperamental and communication issues stems from my fucked up family cuz my mom is super vain/self-absorbed and never thinks she can be wrong and basically my sisters are the same so i keep things bottled up and end up getting REALLY angry with no healthy outlet until i reach a breaking point and im just not great with communicating how i rly feel either cuz talking to my family was like talking to a brick wall and my older sister would literally cut me off constantly telling me to shut up so i rarely communicate things beyond like....joking around and stuff so i tend to vent/trauma dump into the void on social media lmfao which is obviously not healthy at all either but like......yeah it also sucks when i start spiraling and thinking back on this shit that i’ll never get closure from the longterm issues i developed from my family cuz now they want to act like we’re this tight-knit super close family that always got along and even if i were to ever bring this shit up they’d just point fingers or deny doing anything wrong.

 idk like its nice having a group of friends i can hangout with and stuff irl but also i feel like i cant ever really talk to them about anything like this that im going thru cuz i also feel super uncomfortable thinking i might be making things about myself (and honestly i do hate when people trauma-dump on me completely out of nowhere so i also want to avoid doing that)

also whats stopping me about addressing these issues with my roommate is cuz he has a tendency to victimize himself and thinking hes just being attacked? like he’s also super self-deprecating All the time which is also extremely exhausting to deal with constantly and it pisses me off that with our other friend/my old roommate, my current roommate kisses his ass and listened to him when he told him these issues of him being too self-deprecating etc. but ik if anyone else did he would just feel sorry for himself

im tired of this

[azseidation]

OOOOOO I LOVE THE IDEA THAT SHE WAS HIDING- I kinda like to imagine maybe the other amalgamates wanted to keep her safe to some degree? I know they're all kinda out of it but that could explain why she wouldn't show up until they had all calmed down!

and YEAHHH I love how creepy the narration gets in the lab, how its so specific during things like heckling, but immediately follows up with "what? you didn't say that?" and I hoped to capture that mood!! I ADORE the idea of using kanako and the slithers contradictory nature, the slither family being selfish and looking out for themselves, while kanako wanted nothing more than to help everyone! works wonderfully for how confused and muddled the amalgams are! would be really freaky to fight with the narration constantly almost at war with itself, and any dialogue (assuming she has any here) also being weird, things like the slithers offering things like help while kanako ASKS for help, something like that maybe. AND YEAHHH like- god I can only imagine how much of a relief the amalgams felt, frisk helping them piece themselves back together again and finally being the key to their freedom, with kanako its frisk reassuring her that she's loved, that she WILL get out of here, that she'll see her mom again, be able to feel her mothers love(tm) again.

and for that drawing! It honestly made me envision some more specific scenario where like- frisk somehow ends up in the dunes during the epilogue, and is able to return it to kanako and/or ceroba, just a cute lil "side quest" thing, allowing them to learn that bit more about one of the people they helped so much! I honestly can't get enough of Kanako takes, and yours are just so AAAAUIYFHJFHGFKJGJ (very positive), I love how she's okay!! I love when people just- make the amalgamates okay, because they're so different but they'll still themselves and seeing them get to live happily is so amazing I adore it, honestly after I sent this I kept thinking of ideas- your ideas are just, SO good and I feel like I could go on about how much thinking they've made me do LOL.

So I was struck with inspiration and decided to draw how I think a battle with Kanako in the true lab would look! I know this like, COULDNT happen given how she wasn’t really aware enough for something like this, but I thought it would be fun lol.

Didn’t know what to call her so I just went with layering “slither” and her name bc I couldn’t think of much better lol

BRUUUHHH THIS IS SO COOL?!?! AND UOU ADDED ATTACKS WHAT THE HELL

im obsessed with how you combined both the sir slithers and also cerobas attacks that SO clever?? AND THE CRIES SOFTLY FOR ITS FAMILY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILLMEEEEE

THIS IS SO COOLMI LOVE THESE IDEAS SO MUCH!!!!