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[tojislovergirl]

toji headcanons

has a lot of emotional walls up not because he necessarily wants to but because he’s scared of getting attached and hurt

secretly really insecure but tries to overcompensate with his ego

not good at expressing emotions but he tries to make up for it through his actions

like when you run out of your favorite snacks, he will notice and refill your stockpile or randomly buy flowers even if he thinks it’s pointless since they will be dead in a few days anyway…overall just little gestures to show you that he cares for you

will completely shut down during arguments and lock himself in the spare bedroom to cool down

mainly does this so he doesn’t lose his cool and say things he doesn’t mean…you quickly learned that it’s best to let him cool off rather than chase after him

once he’s cooled off, he will come to bed and lay on top of you, peppering kissing on your neck and jaw until he reaches your lips

whispers quiet “i’m sorry’s” and “i love you’s” while you play with his hair

sleeps like a BABY

loves being the little spoon, but will absolutely NEVER admit it

most people think he’s a loud snorer, but he definitely has soft little snores that you find absolutely adorable

when you tease him about them, he goes “i don’t do that” with a pout on his face

100% will fake being upset just to get kisses from you

will pretend not to care about the ridiculous and obviously scripted reality tv shows you watch but is secretly very invested in them

while he may try not to pretend to care about onscreen drama, he is all ears when you gossip to him

would be a hater with you like the type to hate someone just because you said one negative thing about them

never hid the fact that he was a single father but was hesitant to bring you around megumi at first…again he’s scared of getting attached

however, after he saw how warm and loving you were to megumi the first time you met him, he decided to open up to you about his past and megumi’s mom

he would expect you to leave while you had the chance, but you reassured him you weren’t going to leave and thanked him for being to open and willing to left you into his family

once he realized you were in it for the long haul, he couldn’t help himself but fall in love with you all over again

a/n: this is my first post so pls be nice! these are also just my opinion. part of me is posting this because all i ever see is toji smut under his tag, so i think he is overdue for some fluff. i also wrote and posted this on mobile, so i apologize if the formatting is weird. so far, i’m planning to post smaus with the occasional headcannon or oneshot. hope you enjoy <3 NOT PROOFREAD

[chaotic-birds]

fluffy Jason thought

if you like run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s sleepy, he’ll kiss your palms and wrists. Especially after an argument, it’s like his silent little apology before the actual words (kinda like he’s hyping himself up in a way)

I love soft!Jason so much :,)

soft!Jason owns my heart. thank you for sending this in!!! my writing is a little rusty, but I had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!

this is also uploaded on mobile so sorry if the formatting is weird. if it is, i’ll fix it later 😖

TW none | WC ~500 | G angst, fluff, h/c

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It didn’t take long for you to realize Jason Todd is not used to being loved.

He’s not used to the gentle touches or the soft voices.

But he tries to be.

He tries for you.

Jason’s head lays on your lap, eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling of your fingers threading through his dark hair. The slow motions bring comfort to his fast-paced life. It steadies his breathing and allows his body to sink deeper into the couch cushions.

Although Jason is becoming sleepier, he can’t bring himself to rest. Not when he snapped at you last night. Not when he knows the origin of his frustrations came from his self-hatred that he made you so scared for his well-being.

Jason reaches up to grab the hand that’s been playing with his hair and guides it to his mouth. He places tender kisses on each knuckle. Each time his mouth touches your skin, he can hear the echo of his words he had said to you.

Words that he regrets saying.

“I don’t need you worrying about me all the damn time.”

“I’m not a fucking child, and you’re not my fucking mother.”

“Leave me alone.”

“I can take care of myself. Been doing it for years, darlin’.”

“How about you worry about someone else?”

Jason kisses the inside of your wrist and lets his lips linger on your warm skin.

Skin that he loves to feel against his. Skin from the person he loves so much that it scares him.

Scares him because what happens if your skin becomes cold forever. What if…

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your wrist. “I’m so sorry.”

Your hand cups his face, angling it so his blue eyes connect with yours.

“I know, Jayce. I forgive you.”

Jason’s lips twitch in a failed attempt to smile.

He should have never gotten mad about you caring for him.

If you were the one stumbling home after a bad fight, bruised and bleeding, he’d be fretting over you too. Hell, he’d probably react in more extreme ways.

“I’ll try not to worry so much,” you say.

Jason shakes his head. “I don’t want you to, but I understand why you do. I… I worry about you too.”

You smile, nodding. “I’m glad you do.”

Tilting his head, he questions, “You are?”

“Yup,” you reply. “It means you care.”

Jason’s eyes flicker from yours.

He knows he cares about you. He’d give his life for you. He’d take all the pain in the world if it meant you were unharmed.

But if he’s willing to do that because he cares about you, does that mean you’d do the same because you care about him?

Jason leans his head into your palm that’s still against his cheek as he lulls over the thought.

He’s not used to feeling loved. He’s not used to your soft touches and soothing voice.

But he’s trying.

Because deep down in his heart, he wants to be.

He wants to be loved.

He wants to be loved by you.

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[drowned-captain]

The Rebound - Pitfighter! Vi x Fem! Reader - Ch.1

A/N: Hellooo this idea came to me in my mind brain. This is going to take place during the time of Vi’s pitfighter era (duh). I’m kinda hitting the ground running with this one, so bear with me lol. I’m aiming for some angst and drama! This is pretty much the first fic I’m writing so I hope you readers enjoy! I’m also writing this on mobile (and I’m kinda new to posting on tumblr) so I apologize for any possible weird formatting. This will most likely be a multi-part story :) Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

MDNI! (18+ only).

TW// Mature themes like violence, drinking, possible drug use, infidelity, mean/triggering thoughts

Summary: You are a Zaunite going through a breakup. Your partner was once your entire world for nearly three years until you had enough of them going behind your back. After being reclusive in your home for weeks, you decide to rejoin society. You find yourself curious about Zaun’s latest fighting champion, but she might have other intentions with you.

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You are laying in your bed like you have been for the past few hours. Or has it been days? Weeks? Who knows. The only time you made yourself get up was to grab a snack or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, being curled up in a bunch of blankets has been all the comfort you can give yourself without the usual embrace of your ex-partner. You have a photograph of the two of you pinched between your fingers, the image blurry from the pooling of tears in your eyes. You adjust your head on your pillow slightly to lay your cheek on a dry spot, inhaling deeply through your nose and cringing at the snot retreating back into your nostrils.

You roll over on your bed, facing the empty spot next to you. Your face crinkles in sadness at the absence of the person you considered your everything. In frustration, you shove the pillow next to yours and it falls off the bed, hitting the floor softly. Your mind wandered to how many people that lying rat had laid down in the bed you two shared. Your fist clenches in rage, and you merely slam your fist at the spot next to you. Your hand just bounces easily, encouraging you to sit up and toss the picture you were holding elsewhere as you slammed your fists into the bed. A frustrated scream escapes your lips before you tire yourself out, leaving you panting and wiping tears, snot, and saliva off of your face with your already soggy sleeves.

You remain seated there on your knees, just staring at the ruffled mess underneath you. The anger and sadness in your mind tore each other apart like a couple of fighting cats, and you slump into yourself. You finally pick your head up and look around your room, and all you see are reminders of them. Photographs, trinkets, and clothes that they couldn’t come collect because you were serious when you told them to never come back. You know that you’ll have to return them eventually, but it’s just too painful to even touch their possessions. You’ve had enough of surrounding yourself with these painful memories.

You bring your shirt to your nose and take a congested whiff, and despite having your nose compromised your head recoiled at your own stench. Groaning, you scooted yourself off of your bed. Your knees and ankles popped from not being used in a while as you walked to the bathroom. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and sighed at your state.

Your hair was stuck to your face from the tears, your eyes were swollen and red, entire face shiny from the oil buildup. You have to pull yourself together, girl!

After a much needed shower, you felt a little bit better. You wandered off back into your bedroom, briefly glancing out of the curtain on your window to see what time of day it was. It appeared to be later in the day, maybe too late to go out and actually do something. However, the pain from your surroundings was enough of a deterrent to encourage you to step out anyways.

You threw on some casual clothing, finishing it off with some light makeup. For the first time in a while, you felt pretty. It was almost like a little makeover for your depressed self… but you would’ve felt a lot better about it if the makeup you used wasn’t one of your many “I’m sorry” gifts from your ex lover.

You sigh, slipping some shoes on before locking your place and heading out into the streets of Zaun. It didn’t seem like much changed around the street except for the growing trend of people dying their hair blue.

Zaun’s noises were a much needed change from the echoing of your own sobs in your bedroom. You keep your head low as you wander around. You don’t really care where you end up— you just have to get some (not so) fresh air. You pretend not to hear whistles that you know are directed at you. In another world, the attention might have been nice. You left your apartment feeling pretty, but your mean mind once again beats you down.

‘If you were as pretty as you think you are, you wouldn’t have been cheated on. You weren’t pretty enough to them since they did what they did MULTIPLE times.’

You shake your head, feeling tears threatening to gather along your waterline. You sniffle and pick your head up, looking up at the darkened, foggy sky to blink the tears away. As your head returns to a neutral position, your eyes catch a glimpse of some posters on the wall that you walked along. The wall had many of the same poster, but most of them had been drawn on with blue spray paint. Your analytical eyes were quick to find a readable one.

It said something about where to place bets for tonight’s match in The Pit. There were the names of some contestants listed below, but you couldn’t care less about the names of the people getting their teeth punched out tonight. Judging by the distant noise, it doesn’t seem like it’s too far at all. However, the crowd of people coming towards you— some cheering and some angry — tells you that you just missed the fight. Oh well.

You walked against the crowd, letting yourself keep walking. There was distant music that was getting closer and some colorful lights coming from many buildings. You looked around, realizing that you had wandered into the ‘livelier’ strip of Zaun. People walking by smelled of alcohol, sex, and cigarette. This would normally bother you or warrant your face scrunching up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

With your shoe dragging to a stop, you look around the area and contemplate going back home for a few seconds. But you shake your head.

“No, I’m tired of being at the apartment. I’m going to treat myself,” you say to yourself with a determined look on your face.

“Treat yourself to a psych ward if you’re going to stand there talking to nobody,” says a random guy to your left. A bouncer.

You turn to face him, your face twisting into an awkward smile.

“You gonna go in or not?” He asks, crossing his arms. You look past him, your eyebrows raised at the amount of people in there. You can hear the bass of the music booming through the walls.

“Uh.. sure. Yeah. I’ll give this place a shot,” you say, clicking your tongue and winking at him for your lame pun. He just scoffs and stands aside, opening the door to let you in.

When you step inside, you contemplate turning right back around. There are so many people in here that you can feel sweat landing on you from all the dancing people. You awkwardly shimmy your way through the crowd until you reach the bar area. A groan escapes your mouth when you see that the bar is also pretty backed up. But alas! Someone gets off of one of the barstools. You shove your way past people and take a seat, sighing at the slight relief of not being elbowed or having your shoes stepped on by people lost in the music.

The bartender makes eye contact with you, and you yell out for two shots of raspberry vodka. After a few moments, the bartender slides two shot glasses of the tinted liquid in front of you.

As you reach for the glass on the right, a bandaged hand has already grabbed it.

“Thanks,” says the woman, throwing her head back and downing the shot before slamming it down on the counter. Her forehead bonks onto the counter as well, black hair sprawling out.

Your mouth is agape and your hand is still in midair above where your now empty shot glass rests. Your eyebrows furrow in irritation, and you nudge the drunk girl’s shoulder with your hand.

“Hey! That was not for you. You’re going to have to pay for that shot,” you say. The woman rolls her head to the side, an annoyed scowl on her face.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she growls, her words slurring. She peels her face off of the counter and runs a hand through her hair, fixing her bangs into place.

Before you can say something to defend yourself, you close your mouth upon seeing those wrapped up hands of hers; the bandages on her knuckles were stained with blood. Her glossy eyes meet yours, the scowl on her face relaxing a bit upon seeing your face.

‘This girl is probably one of those fighter people. Better not agitate her even more.’

You quickly break the eye contact and grab your only shot left and down it, feeling the burn all the way down to your stomach.

“Who are you anyways? You don’t look like you belong here at all,” she says, leaning in a bit so you can hear her past the music.

You honestly can’t tell if she’s trying to find a reason to escalate a fight or if she’s genuinely trying to have a conversation. Glancing at her, you can see bruises on her face even underneath her smeared, black makeup.

“This was the only free seat,” you say, not making the contact with her in fear that you’ll get socked in the jaw. What if she perceives eye contact as a threat?

“Lucky me,” the girl says with as she plops her chin onto the counter. You breathe a sigh of relief now that her posture is a bit more relaxed.

“So do you have a name or not?” she asks again.

Finally turning your head to look at her properly, you answer, “It’s definitely not as important or well known as yours might be.”

Her silvery eyes glance up at you, “You watch the fights then?”

“I can assume that you’re one of those pit fighters judging by your, um…” you look at her bloody knuckles once more and at the bruises on her face, “demeanor.”

The woman lets out a laugh, “You’re a such a dork,” she slurs, picking her head up. “You could just say no. But I’ll have you know that I’m at the top of the food chain in that pit. You should come see me.” She flexes her bicep, and you glance at her beefy arm before looking back at her smug face. Drunk people are so damn weird.

“….Right,” is all you can say.

“Now how about that name of yours?” She asks with a smile, “I would like to know the name of the lady who bought me a shot.”

“I didn’t b— ugh.. whatever. It’s (y/n).”

“I like that name. Caitlyn is such a pretty name,” she says, smiling weakly.

“I said (y/n).”

“That’s what I said. (Y/n).”

You roll your eyes and disengage from the conversation by turning slightly away from her in your seat.

“You’re not going to ask me my name?” She asks, using her foot to turn your barstool back to her.

“…What’s your name?”

“Vi,” she answers, resting her head on her hand. You just nod, feeling awkward. Needing more liquid confidence, you wave the bartender down again and order a lemondrop martini.

“A martini, huh? Aren’t those usually called princess drinks?” Vi says with a wink.

“Since when?” you raise one of your eyebrows at her. Vi just laughs.

After the bartender brings you your drink, you take a sip and cough a bit at the strength of it.

“You don’t drink very often. I can tell,” Vi says with a playful smile.

“You seem to drink too much judging by your behavior,” you retort. You somewhat chug the rest of the martini, already feeling the buzz in your head. You order shot after shot, not really paying attention to the flirtatious stuff that Vi is telling you. You wonder if your ex lover did the same shit to the people they brought to your bed.

“I’m just having fun,” Vi says, having ordered some beverage for herself and taking a swig.

“No you’re not,” you say, the alcohol helping you speak your mind, “If you’re anything like me, you’re here to forget. To numb some type of pain.”

Vi’s face and body language went from drunken flirt to mild shock.

“Yeah,” you say, looking at her, “I don’t belong here, you’re right. But neither do you, is what I’m thinking. That’s what I’m reading off of you.”

Vi lowers her drink, staring at you.

“See, you know I’m right ‘cause you have nothing to say,” a smile on your face as your words slur.

Vi’s face turns into a scowl again, “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“I don’t want to know a damn thing about you,” you bark, narrowing your eyes at her, “So stop flirting with me and get a grip.”

Vi stands up from her seat, her body tense. A bearded man who sat on the other side of her put his hand on her shoulder, making her sit back down. You were scared for a brief second, but you didn’t let it show. Thank goodness Vi had some sort of friend with her to keep her in check.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet, leaving some cash on the counter.

Vi looks at her friend, briefly coming to her senses. She then huffs, her attitude completely changing. She takes a few gulps of her drink before saying, “You should really get a grip on yourself too, then. Don’t let it get like this,” she glances down at herself.

You don’t say anything in response, but you know she’s right. You have to practice what you preach.

You wave the bartender down once more, making a gesture. The bartender comes back with two plastic cups of clear liquid, and you push one towards Vi.

“Sober up, Vi,” you say. You stand up from your seat and take your cup of liquid, making your way through the crowd towards the exit.

Vi grabs the cup you left, taking a sip and expecting it to burn, but it doesn’t. It’s just water.

End of Ch. 1

Part two is here!

[the-ultimate-muses]

For a moment, Kazuichi swore his ears were acting up again, a hand coming up to fiddle with the tiny devices curled around his ears, only to find that they were, in fact, working just fine. If not that, maybe it was the alcohol? Sure, he didn't have that much, enough to have him warm and carefree, but surely not enough to halluciante entire conversations. Did...alcohol even do that? Well, seems that would remain a mystery as everything Gundham was saying lived in reality.

He hadn't expected a return defense against his own self depreciation, Kaz's cheeks steadily gaining in color until the flush traveled well down his neck to disappear under his shirt collar. If he had been confused before, he was woefully lost now, caught between the compliments, the promise of defense from his father despite Gundham not truly knowing what it would entail, and-

"Wha-" Words replayed in his head, mouth opening and closing several times before looking up to the breeder in pure disbelief. "Did...are you..." He was afraid to say it, that if he said it outloud it wouldn't be true, that Gundham would laugh at his misunderstandings. There was no fucking way...was there?

His emotional whirlwind came to a sudden, almost nauseating halt as a group of people started shouting where they gathered in Ibuki's pool, Kaz's hand having to cover his ears it had been so loud with the help of the amplifiers he still hadn't fully acclimated to. "C-Can we like...I dunno, go for a walk or something? I don't wanna make you ditch Sonia but I-I...I don't wanna be here anymore." What if someone overheard? What if they laughed at how delusional Kaz was being? What if his own shitty reputation started to affect Gundham after this?

"I-If you don't wanna leave, I have the key to 'buki's room? Her heh, her parents had it soundproofed after she got her last bass, so it sure as shit won't be this noisy in there."

Mind dragging like a stuttering brake belt, first getting caught when trying to figure out what the hell ephemeral meant, it skipped and screeched in the form of a blank stare until Gundham's voice trailed off in his ears. "You...You're stupid, you know that?" It was said with a sort of laugh, Kaz running a hand through messy hair with his eyes trained to the ground. "Have you met me? Do I seem like the guy who has mortal attachments or whatever? I have Ibuki, and she's friends with literally everybody. I mean, I love her to death, but...I'm useful to her. I know tech and can fix her music shit when she blows amps, a-and now I can do actual music stuff with her. I know she loves me and shit, but even if she didn't, she'd probably still put up with me like everyone else does." They kept him around because he's useful, it was the only truth in his mind.

"I mean, like I said before, I have no idea why you still keep me around. You're best friends with actual fucking royalty, and- There was a reason I latched onto Sonia. She's cool and smart and pretty as hell. I- Heh, I thought she could get my dad to like me, that's how fucking great she is. I mean, it was stupid to think she'd go for me in the first place. I'm a damn grease monkey, our lives couldn't be more different. I bet she has more money in her pocket right now than I'll see in a whole year." But he was getting sidetracked, this wasn't about him. Gundham was more important here, he had an actual chance since-

"Whoever the hell it is you like, they'd be the biggest fucking idiot if they chose anyone else over a guy like you."

[mushroom-words]

Hate Me, Waste Me || Tate Langdon

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Words: 1983 Notes: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous account. It’s being posted from mobile, so I apologize if the formatting is weird. And, as always, if this sort of content isn’t your thing, simply don’t read it. I put warnings in for a reason, baby. Edit: I fixed the formatting on desktop. Warnings: Non-con. Pre-death!Tate. Loss of virginity. Blood. Reader is bitten, smacked, and spanked one time each. Unprotected. Creampie. Forced orgasm (just the body protecting itself). Tate is a possessive little bastard. I think that’s it, but if I missed any, please let me know. Summary: Tate refuses to share you with anyone else and reminds you that you're his friend—no one else's.

MONSTERS LIVED AMONG humans. They adapted to camouflage themselves—to hide under the pretense of being your teacher, your neighbor, your family, your best friend. It was a hard lesson to learn and not one that ever came easily.

You were an outcast at Westfield High. Maybe that was why you and Tate seemed to gravitate towards each other. He was a loner, but it also seemed to be by choice. Like he detested the social interactions and thus separated himself from them. The only person he bothered with was you.

It never occurred to you that there could be a darker reason behind his attachment. You were just happy to have a friend. Even one that wasn’t particularly fond of sharing you with anyone else.

Kyle Greenwell’s voice drifted over the phone line. “You have some neat ideas. You’re actually pretty smart there, (Y/N).”

A blush broke out over your face at the compliment. You’d been reluctant when you had been partnered with him for a project for your Government class. Kyle was the quarterback for the Westfield Wolverines and had recently received a football scholarship to Georgia Tech. He’d never so much as looked your way before being paired with you, but he was actually a lot nicer than you’d thought he would be.

Kyle Greenwell was the kind of guy who seemed to have it all—fit and athletic, intelligent and handsome, charming and funny. He was the kind of guy who shouldn’t have given you the time of day. But you admittedly had stumbled into the line of girls vying for his attention when he turned out to be the complete opposite of what you had expected.

“You think so?” You cleared your throat delicately, biting your lip against your smile. “Yeah, I mean—thanks. You too,” you rambled.

Kyle chuckled warmly. Heat bloomed beneath your cheeks. You held back a wistful sigh at the sound. But then your smile fell victim to confusion when your doorbell rang. The cordless phone cradled your ear as you started to make your way to the front of your house.

“I’d like to brainstorm some more with you, if that’s okay,” Kyle continued. “We could meet in the library during lunch—or we could always meet up somewhere after, if that’ll be better for you.”

You peeked through the window curtains and saw Tate standing at your door. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you told Kyle. “I’ll see you in the library tomorrow then?”

You unlocked the door and opened it for your friend. He smiled, and you returned it but held up a finger before he could say anything. His smile fell into a frown.

“See you the n, (Y/N). Bye.”

“Bye, Kyle.” The line went dead as you pulled the phone away from your ear and gave Tate your full attention. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

Tate’s expression had hardened from what it had been when you’d opened the door. The hairs on the back of your neck bristled. Your smile dropped uncomfortably. Instead of answering, he pushed past you to walk inside.

“So,” he said. “Who’s Kyle?”

“Kyle Greenwell. We’re paired for a project.” You frowned and shut the door. “We’re gonna work on it tomorrow in the library during lunch,” you added, carefully placing the phone back in its cradle.

With your back to him, you missed the flash of anger that crossed his features. You missed how his nostrils flared, the way his eyes darkened from aged hickory to burnt coal. You missed how his body went rigid.

“So you’re leaving me alone.” You didn’t miss the way his voice had tightened, the hint of darkness lacing between the words. Chills skittered up your spine.

Swallowing past the sudden dryness in your mouth, you turned to face him with delicately furrowed brows. “No? We’re just working on a project—”

His hand shot out to grab your chin. The words died out in a startled squeak.

“Stay away from him,” he seethed.

Your eyes rounded. This wasn’t the Tate Langdon you knew. The one you loved like a brother, the one you considered family. You didn’t know who this was.

“Tate—”

“No.” His fingers tightened against your jaw as he yanked your face closer. “Don’t you fucking go near him again. Do you understand me, (Y/N)?”

“You’re hurting me,” you protested. You tried to pull away, but he held firm.

“Fucking say it, (Y/N). Do you understand me?”

As you looked into his eyes, you were looking at an entirely different person. They weren’t the eyes of your best friend. They were black as night, dark as sin—you might as well have been staring into the depths of the devil himself.

Panic started to claw at your chest. You smacked your hands against his chest and shoved him with a desperate cry of, “Let go of me!”

He stumbled back a couple of steps with a swear but was quick to bounce back with what looked to be twice the anger. Tate lunged forward and drew his hand across your face. The sharp impact knocked you to the floor. Your head smacked the corner of the small table against the wall where the phone sat.

Your ears were ringing before the pain settled. Sharp and throbbing and pounding against the inside of your skull. A veil of fog disoriented your head as you blinked heavily through the sludge. You were only vaguely aware of the warmth your blood provided as it trickled from the open wound.

Tate crouched beside you, brushing aside some of the hair that curtained your face. “Y’know, you’re a real fucking bitch sometimes, (Y/N),” he mused.

Your eyes fluttered as you tried to regather your surroundings. His fingers continued to linger against your skin. A touch that once brought you comfort. Even through the daze, you shuddered beneath it now.

He smirked and cocked his head. “You’ve gotta learn, y’know,” he said before abruptly flipping you onto your stomach. His weight settled on you. “You’re mine.”

A quiet groan slipped past your lips in protest of his hips rocking against your backside. Tears slowly began to drip from your eyelashes. Your fingers curled into the polished wooden floor, nails scratching at the finish as you tried to drag yourself away.

Tate laughed again, filled with a twisted joy at having you completely at his mercy. “And where do you think you’re going, baby?” he said, pinning your wrists down by your head.

“Please,” you whimpered. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your damp cheek in what could have been mistaken for affection. The vines of dread tightened around your chest.

He shushed you gently when another whimper fell from your lips. “You have to learn your lesson, (Y/N),” he murmured, dragging the tip of his nose along your cheek. “How will you learn if I don’t teach you?”

Tate lifted up and moved his hands from your wrists to trace the curve of your body. Then your pants and underwear were both ripped down to expose your lower half. You cried out as the cool air brushed against your skin.

Lifting your head, you tried again to pull yourself out from underneath him. You grabbed hold of the panic twisting inside of you to scream out for help. Your voice broke against the rawness of your throat, cracking as it bubbled past your lips.

He chuckled once more and planted his hand against the top of your back to keep you down. His fingers fluttered along the curve of your backside, tapping against the flesh in a taunt to the beat of his own depraved pleasure. Then he promptly lifted his hand and brought it back down in a sharp smack that made her cry out in pain.

Splinters jammed beneath your nails, drawing beads of blood from the sensitive skin underneath. You clawed at the floor when you heard him pull his zipper down. You sobbed, you pleaded, you screamed as loud as you possibly could.

Tate slipped an arm under your waist and lifted your body slightly. He lowered his head until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, parroting, “You’re mine,” in a snarl that made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach.

Then he was pushing inside of you with no mercy, burying himself completely in a single thrust that utterly ripped you apart. He tore away your innocence like it was nothing. Your mouth popped open in anguish, but the scream that wanted to escape was rendered silent against the burning pain.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted, his hot breath puffing out to paint the side of your face. “You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit.”

Every thrust jerked your body forward. He yanked you back into him each time, his blunt nails imprinting crescents into your flesh. Your silence shifted into raw moans of despair—of disgust, of pain, of heartbreak. They mingled with his grunts and the muttered swears that fell from his tainted mouth.

Your stomach lurched upon hearing how much pleasure he was receiving from your suffering. Snot and tears and saliva coated your face in a display that was both shameful and pathetic. You hadn’t necessarily been saving yourself for anyone, but it was still something you were meant to give away—not have it ripped from your hands.

Tate nipped at the soft flesh between your shoulder and neck. You shuddered as his teeth grazed over the skin. Then he bit down, sinking those teeth into the juncture like a hot knife through warm butter. You cried out as blood—your blood—dripped from the wound. It curved over your skin and splattered in droplets on the floor. It was more than just a bite. It was a mark—a brand on his property.

You were his.

Tate ran his hand along your body and between your thighs. His fingers found your clit. He traced slow circles around it. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the way his hips slammed against your backside. It wrenched another cry from your throat as you realized your body was reacting to it.

You knew enough about the female body to know that it would do what was necessary for protection. For survival. But feeling the slick between your thighs that did not come from the blood he’d forced from you made you sick to your stomach. You slammed your eyes shut and bit your lip hard to muffle the shameful little moans you felt clawing out of your throat.

Tate took great enjoyment in it. “That’s it, (Y/N),” he encouraged, chuckling breathlessly. “I’m not stopping until you cum. I wanna feel you submit to me.”

He rubbed in tighter circles, applying enough pressure to make your head spin. You sobbed out a pathetic whine as you felt the knot in your lower stomach pulse. It was building up to something strong, something depraved and sinful and wrong—oh, so very, very wrong.

You gritted your teeth against the coiling spring until it snapped. Tendrils of heat erupted from your center and radiated outwards in branches of liquid warmth. It shot through you like streaks of lightning in a stormy sky. Your entire body shuddered beneath him.

His responding groan was guttural, like it had echoed from the deepest depths of his chest. He snapped his hips quicker, harder. The arm barring your waist drew you closer as he stilled. He swore loudly and spilled into you, the new sensation bleeding uncomfortably between your thighs.

Tate slowly let his body relax. He slumped over you, dropping your body back to the floor, where you trembled in the aftershocks of what just happened. The disgust and shame and guilt. It cut you deeper than your spilled blood.

“You’re mine, (Y/N),” Tate panted into your ear, nuzzling your sweaty hair and kissing your cheek. “Fucking mine.”

[luvz13ss]

୨☕୧ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ !!! ⏜ ۫ . ⟡

Character: -Shoto Todoroki

Parts! - #1, Katsuki Bakugou - #2, Izuku Midoriya

# !! ꒰ Independent ꒱ 🥢 🥡

-I feel like before Todoroki began to attend UA ( and in the beginning of his time there ) he was a really picky eater since I think Endeavour would limit his food options. But, once he made some friends they convinced him to try a lot of new things and now his pallet is very diverse. -He's terrible at texting and uses a bunch of slang in the wrong ways. He'll also send messages like: "Lol! 🤣😂" -Todoroki doesn't understand other people's sarcasm the slightest, flirting or some metaphors. You could tell him to go break a leg and he'd just look at you like: 🙁 -But somehow he's also incredibly sassy without even knowing it. -He also sucks at saying tongue twisters. -Todoroki is really indecisive and will probably internally panic if someone asks him what he wants to do.

꒰ With Others ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮

-During the winter, Asui clings to Todoroki's left side for warmth so she doesn't go into hibernation depending on how cold it is at the moment. -Uraraka and Todoroki like to go grocery shopping together for the dormitories. -He has some trouble understanding the few things Kaminari or Ashido say, but can barely understand Utsushimi the second she speaks.

🕯️୧ ‧₊˚ ꒰ Todoroki x fem!reader꒱ !!

-Todoroki's love language is probably words of affirmation: -He won't hesitate to praise you or mention if he was impressed by your skills during training because he knows how it feels to not receive the attention you deserve for your accomplishments. -He'd text you 'I love you' before going to sleep just to reassure you of his feelings. -When he found out you were flirting with him the whole time he was honestly shocked and apologized for not realizing sooner. -Todoroki will sometimes slip little notes into your lockers with something motivational on it. There might be a little flower like a baby breath attached to it every once in awhile.

⠀ི ·̩͙ ꒰ঌུ A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’ll be doing this with a majority of the students in Class’s A and B. Starting with the guys of Class A first. I hope this doesn't flop like my Deku one diddd xd ! I wish you all have a nice day and lmk what you think !!! ><

-I apologize if the format of this post looks weird on mobile! I am a laptop user!

[mattrosetoy]

𓍯𓂃★ : stargirl. matt sturniolo fic.

chapter 3. ‘nothing to do with you.’

authors note: there will be a rapid amount of chapters coming out, just cause this story was one of my pre-writes from wattpad i’m transferring over. also, the format may be weird as i formatted this on mobile, so i apologize if on desktop it’s off center. love u guys hope u enjoy the chapppp <3

the boys + nick

brielle kisser -cas

drug dealer ☺️ -elias

ddd 🚗 -matt

topher 😛 -chris

nicky -nick

ddd 🚗

still no texts from alaina

brielle kisser

dude wtf did u do😂

drug dealer ☺️

sex was that bad huh?

ddd 🚗

i mean it's only been a week

maybe she just forgot

she wouldn't purposefully not text me

i think i’m in love with her

nicky

i miss one party. and matt thinks he's in love.

topher 😛

bro no fucking way.

matt alaina literally left the party right after you two fucked🤦‍♂️

maybe you did something

brielle kisser

he probably did tbh

drug dealer ☺️

what's the problem with just texting her first

ddd 🚗

i don’t have her number

drug dealer ☺️

hey uh quick reality check you're talking to her best friend i'm pretty sure i have her number

ddd 🚗

idk maybe she don’t even want all this.

does she have a boyfriend

brielle kisser

is he dumb

no

ddd 🚗

jealous ex boyfriend?

brielle kisser

well elias is her only ex so i would hope not

nicky

they dated??

topher 😛

news to me

drug dealer ☺️

mhm worst 2 weeks of my life

never date your best friend

ddd 🚗

she’s just so gorgeous

i’ve been stalking her insta

i want her so bad

topher 😛

ok weird

nicky

truth

drug dealer ☺️

just text her bro

ddd 🚗

k fine send me her number

Maybe: matt sturniolo

Today at 7:10pm.

matt sturniolo

hey alaina it’s matt just checking in

Read at 7:10pm.

pretty faces 😘😘

lainey😭😭😭 -alaina

cas kisser -brielle

rors -aurora

cig addict 😖 -mae

lainey😭😭😭

BITCHES WERE IN OPP TERRITORY

MATT JUST TEXTED

cig addict 😖

oh not that hoe

rors

i hate him what the fuck

cas kisser

OOOOU WHAT DID HE SAY LAINEY

cig addict 😖

yeah what did IT say..

lainey😭😭😭

he said .

and i quote .

"hey alaina it’s matt just checking in"

cas kisser

AWW that's kinda sweet

cig addict 😖

no it’s not bri he’s a whore? have we forgotten?

cas kisser

maybe he didn't mean what he said last week

players mess up yk 💔

rors

no no he meant it alright

there's no way he "didn't mean"

and i repeat

to call. her. a. slut.

lainey😭😭😭

yeah fr like?

i need my cart

cas kisser

come on alaina maybe he was just trying to act cool in front of cas and elias or something

or maybe he was drunk

cig addict 😖

idk he did fuck up but he’s hot

i’d fuck him if i had the chance

lainey😭😭😭

not the time mae.

rors

do NOT listen to them alaina.

at all.

don't let a man fuck you over just for his entertainment

lainey😭😭😭

should i respond?

rors

NO

cig addict 😖

eh..

cas kisser

YES

lainey😭😭😭

well thanks for the help bitches

still going to cas's party tonight?

cig addict 😖

i don't think we have a choice

Maybe: matt sturniolo

Today at 7:10pm.

matt sturniolo

hey alaina it’s matt just checking in

alaina consoli

don’t text me again

i want nothing to do with you

but why? matt thought to himself. what did he do to fuck up this bad? did alaina really want nothing to do with him? these questions ran through his head over and over, trying to find an answer.

"hey, matt," he heard chris knock on his door and opened it up.

"yeah, what's up?" he asked.

"you going to the party tonight, or are you gonna sit here and bitch and moan to the groupchat about alaina?" chris teased, walking into matt's room.

"no, seriously," he heard nick add from behind chris.

"holy shit, i'm not bitching and moaning. and yes, i'm coming to that fucking party. now get out so i can change," matt yelled, and chris hit his cart and slammed the door.

matt was only going because he knew alaina would be there. usually, partying two weeks in a row would kill him. but tonight, was about alaina.

grabbing his keys, he walked out and yelled a 'let's go' to the other two twins in the house. they still had to pick up elias and head over to cas' house party. apparently the other three girls were meeting them there.

thoughts ran through his head about what had happened last saturday in the car. maybe alaina thought it was just a one time thing, and other than that, they were just friends.

like it should be.

but that still doesn't explain why she wanted nothing to do with him.

confused, he put the car in drive and turned up the music. exchange by bryson tiller blared through the speakers. matt sat quietly the rest of the drive, in his own head.

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“they’re heeere!" she heard elias yell as the group walked into cas' house party for the night.

"damn right i am," alaina responded, blowing a kiss to elias. "missed me?"

"obviously," he said, giving her a hug with his cart in his mouth.

"want a drink?" aurora asked the three, smiling at them all, while she brought over a pack of twisted for their friend group to share.

"fuck yes," mae exclaimed, taking a rocket pop and walking to the couch.

"oh, alaina. this is nick," elias started, blowing his smoke out and pointing to nick.

"he's not like matt, don't worry," elias laughed to himself before mae quickly shut him up by hitting him in the stomach. "not fucking funny, elias."

"hey, nick! it's great to meet you!" alaina gave him a hug.

"nice to meet you too, alaina! matt talks about you all the time," he said with a laugh.

"does he now?" she responded with a cocky tone. "well his loss. you look so good, oh my god!”

“shut up- you do too!” nick laughed and didn't question the comment about his brother, knowing matt probably did something stupid.

"where's cas?" brielle asked, hoping someone know the answer as to where her boyfriend was.

"outside, with matt and chris," elias responded, legs sprawled out on the couch, hitting his cart.

alaina muttered something under her breath and rolled her eyes. "of course."

brielle immediately grabbed alaina's hand to drag her outside to the patio, where beer pong was taking place. currently, chris and cas were up against eachother, shooting randomly for the little ball to make it in.

"hi baby," brielle wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and smiled.

"hi, sweet girl," cas said, taking his eyes away from the game to partly makeout with brielle in front of everyone. the kiss lasted longer than alaina could take, and she just looked away as if she had interrupted something.

alaina spotted chris, clearly already drunk. she spotted matt right after, who was sitting behind him with a red solo cup in his hand, but moved on.

"hey, jit," alaina laughed as she spoke to chris.

"shut up, alaina," he replied, eyes dead focused on the cups on the ping pong table. "i'm locked in."

alaina laughed to herself and turned back around without saying a word to matt.

"hey, sweetheart." she heard matt say from behind her, with a genuine smile on his face.

"what the fuck did you call me?" she said, turning back around with an eye roll. "what did i tell you about talking to me?"

matt seemed stunned, with genuine concern. covering up his surprised expression, he stopped in his tracks. alaina was harsh. why was she doing this to him? what could he have possibly done? but you know what, if she wanted to play that game, he could too. he just needed to push his feelings down and try to hate her.

"i called you sweetheart," he stepped up to her, their faces so close their lips could touch. "and i know what you said. but i don't have to listen to you, do i?"

"fuck you, matthew." she said, looking him up and down.

"again?." he replied back, “damn, you must really love my dick, don’t you?” he dropped his empty red solo cup on the ground and walked past her. he nudged her shoulder with aggression, but soft enough not to hurt her.

alaina scoffed in response. what the fuck? he was the one that hurt her, not the other way around. he doesn’t get to act like a bitch.

and then, an idea hit her.

back to the chapter list!

[slowlyenchantingzephyr]

A l m a  G e n t i l e - /ˈal.ma d͡ʒenˈtile/ --- The gentle,fostering one

Non-MC OC blog; Penned by Mun [[[Hello :D]]], Mun is 21+; CET/GMT+2 Timezone; useful informations and tags under the cut; p l e a s e   r e a d  e v e r y t h i n g   c a r e f u l l y    b e f o r e   i n t e r a c t i n g.

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This blog primarily revolves around my Non-MC OC Alma, from the Love And Deepspace universe. It includes her thoughts and experiences, fanfictions/fiction involving her, artworks and general musing posts. This blog will be run as if she's the owner of it [IC replies to asks (asks made by non-rp blogs included), posts of her artworks and reblogs that aren't tagged by Mun tags], with occasional slices of her day to day life or of her past [including RP threads, fanfictions, etc.].

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Regarding interactions Everyone is welcome to interact with Alma as they see fit. This blog accepts MCs, OCs and LIs from the L&DS universe, as well as non-rp blogs. At the moment, Mun does not accept crossovers or crossover characters. This blog is mirrored-lit, meaning what you use (para/multipara/simple exchange/etc.) is what you'll receive back. [[[ Sadly Mun writes a lot by default so be prepared- Mun apologizes! ]]] Regarding threads Pre-plotting is appreciated but not required, just keep in mind that she's not the MC. Regarding asks There are no specific rules for asks (aside from blog rules), you can format them as a social media post for her to react to, a comment or even a multi-para message (which may become a thread, rules above apply). You can also leave an ask for Mun, if you'd like. If you're anon, please leave a way for Mun to recognise you.

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Alma is not shipped with anyone canonically as she is not a MC. However she can be shipped with any Love Interest, NPC, OC or even MC themselves depending on the Verse we are roleplaying in. Mun is open to shipping her with anyone as long as there is chemestry between characters, message Mun privately if you'd like to explore any dynamic or if you have any idea! [[[ Alma is written as an extremely slow burn character ... If you are willing to try ... ]]] Alma is often inclined to remain just friend with the characters she interacts with (assuming LIs have MCs, MCs have LIs, etc). All ships and interactions with different blogs are their own Verse and they won't overlap unless otherwise specified.

Mun asks everyone to please read the rules and the about section before interacting. Mun is not responsable for your discomfort if you willingly ignored the content warnings, the rules or the about section.

[two-blue-mews]

Masterpost

(This blog will be heavily inspired by the rotomblr format for questions and answers. So the resident Rotom will be taking care of asks. Anything mod related will be posted with parenthesis and tagged as such)

((Credit to @penumbramewtwos for the original idea))

(((Also, apologies for any formatting mistakes, I’m on mobile lol)))

You are currently able to “call” any of the characters and show them your memories if you want to. Worlds without the technology will just have a “screen” of sorts appear that will allow them to communicate and interact.

Rules:

1. Outside of the tumblr tos, I ask that you’re at least 14 to interact with this blog. While there will be no nsfw, there may be some PG-13 content.

2. Just be kind and patient. This is just a blog meant for fun.

3. I don’t mind if you ask multiple questions, but they may all not get answered right away

4. Fanart and character interactions are very much encouraged and will be cherished! I also will do my best to respond to them and possibly even draw my own fanart!

Just keep in mind that B-2 is around 13 years old, so please don’t be weird with her.

5. Feel free to be goofy and weird. Splice loves goofy and weird!

Links:

Toyhouse (note: contains spoilers for other stories and characters) :

Main blog: @candys-mewporium

Characters:

Zap- open for asks

Electric/Ghost - he/him - lvl. 15 - lax - “Scatters things often” - likes sour things and hates bitter tastes

Zap is the link between this world and the others. He gained strange abilities after getting attacked by a powerful pokemon. These include being connected to a multi-universal “network” that allows him to communicate with other worlds and even show the memories of others. His powers are still developing.

Question Hints:

Who is he?

Why is here in the middle of the mountains in the first place?

How in the world can he get a signal up there??

Trying giving them some food or something!

Do you have Mewtwo in this world?

What are the mew in this world like?

Bleu - open for asks

ice - she/her- lvl.35 - Lonely - “often lost in thought” - likes spicy things - dislikes sour stuff 

Question hints:

Who is she?

What kind of pokemon is she?

Does anyone else live up here?

How can we understand her?

How did she and B-2 meet?

Why is she so small compared to her sister?

Art by @mushroom-for-art

B-2 - open for asks

Art by @mushroom-for-art

she/they - ice/??? - lvl. ??? Type - rash - “strongly defiant” - likes dry foods - dislikes anything bitter

Bleu’s younger sister

Calls herself a variant on Bleus and refers to herself go a Bleutwo

Does not like to be referred to as a mew or mewtwo

Question Hints:

What kind of pokemon is she?

How old is she?

What does she like to do?

What’s her ability?

Side Characters:

auntie fern and auntie blossom

periwinkle

[rorywritesjunk]

Let's be one another's present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. 

Warning: Swearing, soft Buggy, sort of terrible communication but in a soft way, both of them are just a bit dumb. Kissing. Bath time for Buggy as well. Also insecure Buggy.

A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself. I'm also posting this chapter on mobile, so apologies if the formatting is weird but I wanted to get this chapter out and I'm impatient.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb. 

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 7

Honestly, confessing your feelings didn't make too much of a difference from what you two were previously doing, but now Buggy didn't wait until you were asleep to pull you into his arms, he did it when you were still awake, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck with promises of how he would keep you safe now, that he would take care of you. And you still prepared him a plate at breakfast, still made sure he ate, but now you made sure he had second helpings of his favorite food to get him through the day.

You still called him an asshole and he still called you a diva from time to time, but there was less bite to it than before.

Though sometimes you two still had arguments, mostly about your routine, which you were getting closer and closer to giving up on. Just a month after you two confessed to each other your feelings, it finally came to a head.

“You were under water for way too long!” Buggy snapped when you two were back in your room after a frustrating day. Both of you woke up late, breakfast tasted horrible, and several freaks kept messing up on their routines. Buggy was in a foul mood and you were just grumpy. You ignored him as you stripped off your wet clothes and started drying off with a towel. At this point being naked around each other wasn't a big deal.

“Four minutes!” You shot back. “I was only in there for four minutes, okay? And I'm fine!”

“No, four minutes is not okay!” He shouted. “That's too long!”

“Buggy, it's not a big deal!” You insisted as you pulled on one of his shirts to wear. You liked how they fit you and it was often your preferred item to wear for sleeping. Next was a clean pair of underwear. “I know what I'm capable of, okay? I wish you could understand that!”

“I know you're capable, I just don't like it!” Buggy snapped. “What if something happens when my back is turned, or your helper can't reach you?! I can't help you, remember?”

You crossed your arms and stared at him, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. If this was something he worried about…

“Well, why don't I just stop doing it then?” You suggested with a shrug, but when you saw the way Buggy's face fell you immediately regretted suggesting it.

“And then what?” He asked quietly. “Are you going to leave?”

That wasn't the question you expected. “What? No! Why would I leave?!”

“If you're not going to do it…”

“Then Cabaji can use me as target practice.” You sighed as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Look, clearly this isn't working.” You silenced him with your finger to his lips before he could fuss. “The routine, Buggy. You're stressing over it and I don't want you to stress, so what if I just… take a break from it for a while and work with Cabaji? You trust him, right?”

Buggy let the suggestion soak in. Okay, you weren't going to leave, you had a suggestion, and you still got to perform, which he was happy with. And yea, he trusted Cabaji. You would be safe working with him. No risk of drowning, just maybe a stab wound if he miscalculated a throw, but Buggy could deal with that. Maybe.

“I'll tell him about it.” Buggy mumbled as he leaned into your touch. “Just… don't leave.”

“Why do you think I'm going to leave?” You asked. “I just don't want you to stress. You've been stressing about this since I started it.”

Buggy just shrugged as he pulled back from you. “I need a bath.”

“Yea, you do, stinky man.” You sighed. Bathing habits of pirates was something you were still getting used to, and Buggy seemed to prefer going days without bathing before finally giving in, and right then you were grateful. You tried to get one at least every other day, but sometimes it didn't work that way. You had thought about taking one tonight but your little argument with your boyfriend distracted you.

Buggy sat down to unbuckle his boots but you stopped him. You could see how stressed he was, that he was feeling the frustrations from the day weighing down on him, so you knelt down and did it for him, setting them aside before pulling off his socks. Yea, you were washing his clothes tomorrow, you wouldn't take no for an answer on that.

“You don't have-”

“Shut up and relax.” You told him firmly. “Today was shitty and you're about to snap, so let me help, Buggy.”

He nodded and let you be in control. You stood back up and pressed a kiss to his forehead, resisting the urge to tell him who was in charge since he often liked to say that to you, whether being serious or playful, but you didn't want to rile him up. You needed him to take it easy.

“I'm going to do laundry tomorrow, so anything you want washed, go ahead and put it in the basket, Buggy.” You told him as you leaned down to unbutton his shirt. He just nodded, shrugging it off before standing up to take his pants off next. You moved over to the tub, starting the water to get it filled up. His hair needed to get washed and brushed out, and you wanted his face clean, so you grabbed the shampoo, brush, and the makeup remover and cleanser before returning to the tub.

“I can do this myself, y’know.” He mumbled as he tossed the dirty clothes into the basket. You shrugged and stuck your hand in the water to check the temperature.

“Do you want to?” You asked. “I can go do something else.”

“No, no.” He replied a little too quickly as he walked over to the tub and climbed in, lowering himself down into the water. “Just don't want you to think you have to.”

“Well, I want to.” You told him as you grabbed a towel to kneel on as you got yourself comfy behind the tub. “Now can I wash your hair? It got in my mouth last night and… it wasn't good.”

He smirked a bit and glanced back at you. “I can always put something else in your mouth, y'know.”

You tugged on a lock of hair when he said that before reaching in to push his shoulders down to get as much of his hair wet as possible. The bath water wasn't sea water thankfully, unlike some of it that came into the tank you would be submerged in. You knew that's why he felt helpless when you were in there, he couldn't help you if something went wrong.

“Maybe once you're clean.” You shot back playfully as you made sure his hair was wet. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. You poured some of the strawberry scented shampoo into your hand before you began to massage it into his locks, dragging your nails over his scalp gently, eliciting a moan from him. You couldn't help but giggle at the reaction, ensuring his hair was well lathered before dunking him back into the water. “Mm, you like me touching you like that, Buggy?”

“Fuck, don't ask me that.” He hissed as you wrung his hair out before letting it hang outside the tub while you grabbed a towel to dry it.

“Why?” You chuckled as you made sure to get his hair dried before wrapping it up in the towel. “You don't want me touching you?”

“I do.” He grumbled as he sat up a bit in the tub. “I'll… do the rest. I don't need you to help.”

“But I want to.” You reminded him with a frown. “Please?”

He glanced back at you, cheeks pink with embarrassment, but he finally nodded. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before grabbing a washcloth to clean his face with.

“Can I wash your face?” You asked. “And… can I touch your nose?”

“Why?” He demanded, narrowing his eyes. You held the washcloth up as well as the remover.

“I just want to clean your face.”

“It's real, you know that.”

“Buggy, I'm just asking to wash your face.” You told him gently. “And I'll try not to touch your nose, but I may need to. That's all.”

He wasn't sure about that. For one thing, you asked to touch his nose. He was used to others just touching it in the past, not believing it to be real, wondering if it came off or even honked. Those incidents were humiliating and uncomfortable for him, and what if this was all a ruse, you wanting to see if it did anything other than sit on his face? He couldn't cope. He didn't want you to.

“I'll wash my face.” He mumbled as he looked away from you. With a shrug, you handed him the cleanser and washcloth. You got up to get him a clean pair of pants to wear to sleep in. He glanced over as you moved, wondering if you were upset now. “Maybe… next time.”

“Okay.” You found a pair and tossed it on the bed before tossing his socks and shirt into the laundry basket. “Buggy, communication is a big thing, y’know, and while I'm no expert with relationships, we do gotta communicate.”

“We do!” He insisted. “You asked me something and I said no, so we communicated!”

“I'm not saying we don't, Buggy.”

“Then what are you saying?”

You resisted grabbing one of his socks and throwing it at him. “Buggy, don't bite my head off. I'm just trying to talk to you. Why are you so defensive?”

“Why did you want to touch my nose?” He shot back. You stared at him before throwing your arms up in exasperation.

“Communicating! I asked because I know it's something you're sensitive about!” You exclaimed. “Geez, would you have rather I just touched it?!”

“No! Just…” he huffed and looked down at the washcloth and cleanser before looking back at you. “I don't want you to feel disgusted or anything, okay?”

“I'm not going to.” You assured him as you went back over to the tub. “I'm trying to do the right thing and ask first, okay, just like you ask me before doing things for me.”

Buggy sighed and handed the cleanser and washcloth back to you, which you took back before kissing his cheek. You were gentle, wetting his face before using the cleanser, massaging it into his skin before using the washcloth to clean his face. You were mindful of his nose, though your fingertips brushed against it just for a moment, making him flinch but he didn't pull away from you. Once you were done and his face was clean, you turned his head so you could kiss him on the lips.

“All done.” You murmured as you started to pull away, but before you realized what was happening, both of Buggy's arms detached and were hauling you into the tub. You couldn't help but shriek as you were suddenly dunked in the bath water. “Buggy!”

“You need a bath too, Cupcake.” He said with a smirk as he pulled the soaking shirt off of you. “Might as well conserve water.”

“You asshole.” You said, your tone playful as you shimmied out of your underwear, tossing it aside with the wet shirt. “Those were my only clean pair.”

“Eh, laundry tomorrow.” Buggy shrugged as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you against his chest. “It's fine.”

Guess you were sleeping naked tonight.

[backslashhhh]

My One and Only

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1241

Authors notes: this is my first fic ever so don’t judge me too hard lmao, not proof read cause who has time for that. Also I apologize if the formatting is weird as I am on mobile. Definitely let me know if there are any mistakes and I’ll try to fix them

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“How much longer?” You groaned. You had been walking for what seemed to be hours at this point.

Hesh said nothing but let out a chuckle, watching as Riley excitedly darted up ahead, only to fall back and loop around both his legs.

It was your second year anniversary, two whole years of dating this amazing man. You didn’t think that a measly two years was worth celebrating, but Hesh insisted on you both taking the time off work. He definitely deserved some time off, one thing you had always admired about him was how much of a hard worker he was. The man was practically married to his work. Made you a little jealous sometimes.

He finally spoke, “Just up past this hill,” he vaguely pointed to something that was very much a mountain, not a hill.

You groaned loudly. Hesh had always been more of an outdoorsy person, always taking Riley to the beach or on long hikes. You? Not so much. You had been burned one to many times in the great outdoors, be it bugs, sunburn, or even that one time you fell down a small cliff.

But you agreed to come on a camping trip with him. You were never able to resist the puppy eyes he gave you when he wanted something. So once you begrudgingly agreed he all but forced everyone to start packing. Riley made himself useful by padding around with his favourite toy in his mouth.

Hesh outstretched his hand “-kay?” You came to and realized you had been staring at Hesh with that dopey smile he always makes fun of you for while he was saying something. You smirk at him and nod, pretending you had heard what he just said.

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t hear me did you?”

“Nope.”

He huffed and pecked you on the cheek, “I’m just that handsome, huh” he pulled back with a shit eating grin.

You playfully swatted him and pushed forward, aiming to get to the campsite while there was still light.

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It was hard to tell what time it was by the time you made it to the campsite, as dark heavy clouds began to roll in with the promise of a very wet start to the trip.

You and Hesh scrambled to set up the tent as quickly as possible, adding extra tarps under and on top. Riley, (ever the smart one of you three) laid himself down under some thick brush as little droplets began to fall.

You both had just finished up when the sky opened and layers of rain pelted down. You both scrambled inside and quickly called Riley before the wet dog smell became too bad.

A moment of quiet had settled between you and Hesh. Too quiet, for Hesh at least. You glance over at him and see him staring at you with a guilty smile.

When you raise a questioning eyebrow at him he finally speaks, “I’m sorry,” he glances down, playing with a stray stick that had made its way into the tent.

“For what?” You chuckle, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“The rain? I’m sorry this was supposed to be perfect” He clarifies looking at you with such guilt you’d think he was apologizing for stabbing you instead of the weather.

You beam at him, saying nothing but scooting closer to him. You pull a spare blanket from your hiking backpack and pull it snugly over the two of you.

“You really think the rain can ruin this? David anywhere with you is perfect, never mind the weather.” You peck him on the cheek.

“I know, I know. It’s just…” he trails off with unfocused eyes. “I don’t know, forget I said anything.”

At this you frown, why was he acting so weird all of a sudden. It wasn’t like him to get caught up on something as simple as the weather.

“It’s just what? You’re scaring me.” You giggle nervously. “Whatever it is, just say it.”

Hesh looks you up and down before taking a deep breath.

He starts “____, I’ve loved you for a while. I liked you for years before I even attempted to ask you out, and the fact that you said yes to dating a guy like me blows my mind to this day.” He pauses to run a hand through his hair. “As much as you and I both like to dance around the topic, my job is scary, the world is scary, there’s never a guarantee that I’ll come home to you.”

You say nothing, staring at him. It was true that his job held no guarantee of survival, but you had met the ghosts, and you trusted them to keep him as safe as possible. You trusted him. You wordlessly nod, urging him along.

“But I can guarantee that you are the single best thing to have ever happened to me. I know that we’ve only been dating for two years, but for me it seemed like an eternity. Two whole years you’ve put up with me being away for work, not knowing whether or not I’m coming home in a body bag. And I just- you always- I love you ____. I love you so much that it physically fucking hurts.” He stares into your eyes, somehow conveying what he’s struggling to say perfectly. “I wanted this moment to be beautiful and sunny, I even had a fucking speech planned but fuck it.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears.

“_____, I can’t just sit around and pretend like the time we spend together isn’t precious. If my time with you is limited, and god knows if it is, I want to be married to you for as long as I can be. ____, will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?”

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There’s a beat of silence as thunder rumbles in the background. At some point you had started crying. Even Riley was watching with canine interest.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “David Walker, is that even a question? Of course I’ll marry you. Yes, YES!” You cry out and rush to hug him while placing sloppy kisses all over his face. Hesh joined you in crying while stumbling to put the ring on your finger.

You immediately cuddled into him whilst holding out the hand with the ring on it. You studied the ring, feeling as though you had seen it before. Hesh nestled into the crook of your neck breathing contentedly before whispering out “It was my mothers ring.”

It finally clicked where you had seen it before. Hesh had shown you a photo of his mother a while back. It was a beautiful photo from her and Elias’s wedding. Hesh always joked that he was a carbon copy of his father, but you could always see some of his mother’s features shine through.

You cuddled impossibly closer into his side, now wrapping both arms around him. Riley, apparently getting jealous, crawled through the tent and rested his head in both your laps.

The sound of rain bounced around in your ears. The world was a cold and cruel place. But for now, if not just for just a moment, it felt as though nothing could hurt you, Hesh, or even Riley. Everything was perfect.

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[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 4: Apricate ☀️

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Apricate (v.)

to bask in the sun; to expose to sunlight

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Hope you’re all feeling as good as a cat sleeping in the window on this 4th day of Inktober 😉

I’m not really because it’s a traveling day & those wear me out, but hey could be worse! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece ✨

(Apologizes in advance for any formatting issues; I wasn’t able to draft the Tumblr post before we got on the road and I am so not used to doing this on mobile. 😅)

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I apologize for the lack of my normal description today, Sparklers. As I mentioned yesterday, I've got on my plate today and I just don't have the time to get into the details right now! I'll see if I can come back in the evening and flesh things out more, but for now I'll leave you with just some bullet point thoughts:

My primary inspiration was kitty cats basking in "puddles" of sunshine they find on the floor, or sitting in sunny windows, etc. Hence the cat-window-silhouette thing happen as sort of the main focus of the mandala.

I also thought of sunflowers, and coincidentally sunflowers are non-toxic to cats, so it would be acceptable for a kitty to sit in a patch of sunflowers while both flowers and feline face the sun.

More obscurely, to help fill space and add contrast, I thought of these things.

I tried to go for a little bit of an effect with the background like the sun is actually shining through the windows, but I'm not sure I pulled it off correctly.

I was 95% done with this piece when I realize it looked much more washed out on screens that were not my iPad, so I had to back track a bit and try to fix it. Now I think it looks too dark with how low I keep the brightness on a lot of my device screens, but I think a lot of people keep their screens brighter than I do by default (at least during the day) so I'm sticking with it.

I'm still not really happy with the "red" for the curtains. I was going for a kind of desaturated dark coral, but it kept coming out either too pink or too dark. Ultimately I settled for too dark because it went better with the sun-through-windows idea, where the curtains would be more shadowed anyway.

White might have been the more natural choice for the lines, but then you probably couldn't see the cat silhouette and I could not be bothered going back and changing it to outlines. [And it looked kinda weird as outlines when I first started drawing it, which is largely why I ended up filling it in the first place.

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Artwork © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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[a-dragons-journal]

I really hate writing posts like this on mobile, but I’m not going to get the chance to write it on desktop for almost a week, so I’m writing this in Google Docs and copying it over and I apologize for any missed formatting errors.

I’m having a real weird time with Frontiers - not bad, necessarily, but weird - and I want to document it to some extent, so here we are. Pretty major game spoilers ahead. Also a quick warning that I am going to get a little mean about trophy hunting; I am aware that on Earth this is a somewhat more nuanced issue (and I really don’t want to get into it tbh), but I am letting myself get emotional here because that’s frankly just not true on Pandora because the situation is different.

This game is giving me a really weird experience, because it’s like… the story is meh until it is not. I’m mostly having a normal time, until I very abruptly am not.

The first round was during the Zeswa clan storyline, when you get into the Lodge. For those who haven’t played or haven’t gotten this far yet, while exploring the Upper Plains and talking with the Zeswa, you learn that the RDA has been poaching animals, hunting and trapping them en masse to ship them or their body parts back to Earth to sell for big bucks, because the people back on Earth will pay massive amounts of money to be able to show off anything Pandoran - often taking whole carcasses, but sometimes just stripping the pieces they can sell and leave the rest to rot. There’s a log from an interrogation wherein they captured a Zeswa and tortured them to try and get them to reveal the location of the graveyard of the zakru, the enormous animals the Zeswa live in symbiosis with, so they can steal the bones and tusks. And when you get into the Lodge, the center of Harding’s poaching operation, there are stuffed animals and animal parts on display as trophies.

I cannot express properly the rage that filled my chest and my throat when I saw that. The outlying camps, with their slaughtered fa’li and aywinzaw in piles, were bad enough. But the Lodge itself, the heads and bodies and bones put on display, animals that were not killed for food or population culls but simply because they could - my throat fills with fire even thinking back on it now. This is not Eywa’s way. This is deeply, deeply wrong.

All right. That’s fine. That’s fine. I can be normal about this. This is a deeper anger than I have gotten out of most media, but it’s fine.

And then there was the second round, during the Kame’tire clan storyline. And let me just say, hoo boy the story very suddenly picks up during the Kame’tire section. There is a segment where you find the place where you and other Sarentu children were held and processed before you were taken to the school the game initially picks up in, where you see what was left behind - cages and shackles the Sarentu were held in, Sarentu toys and clothes and ornaments that were stripped from the children, disinfectant and stark communal showers that were used to strip even their clan’s scent from them. The place is abandoned and empty and hollow, and I… I had to actually take a step back and take a break from it for a minute partway through because I was getting overwhelmed and starting to want to cry, even despite being on call with friends and having them chattering about something unrelated and cheerful in my ear. I felt trapped and frightened and horrified and haunted by memories. And I - look. I am a person that feels a lot with regards to fictional media. I have often said that my emotions are too big for my little body, and fiction is my safe place to feel at 100% capacity where it doesn’t actually have consequences. I am familiar with the emotional impacts fiction can have on me, and they can be big.

I had to actually stop and take a step back and walk away for a couple of minutes and get a snack and engage in an unrelated conversation for a bit to remind myself this was fiction and wasn’t actually happening. I have never had to do that.

And when I escaped that horrible, horrible place and escaped the yavä’ - I came across a Na’vi camp almost immediately and it was horribly jarring, seeing all these people just… living their lives. Talking amongst themselves. Sitting by the fire, sharing food and stories and music. I had to walk back out of the camp and call my ikran just to stroke her head and, in my head at least, hug her and comfort myself for a bit before I could go back in.

And then, after a bit to recover - normal game experience again. Normal level of investment. Normal level of emotional impact.

So… I still don’t think I am Sarentu (or Na’vi of any kind), although the specificity of what hit me that hard makes me pause to wonder for a moment, but hoo boy my alterhumanity related to this world is definitely impacting my emotional experience of this game periodically and it is a wild ride. I am not Na’vi, but being of Eywa, I can live in a Na’vi’s footprints completely enough, at least temporarily, to Know what it is to live this life and walk this path.

That’s the odd thing, about having a hearthome which is so integrally connected that the interconnection is part of the hearthome feelings - I am not Na’vi, but also I know what it is to be Na’vi. I am not ikran, but also I know what it is to be ikran. I am not - you get the idea. I am not, but also I kind of am.

It’s… interesting. And hoo boy it’s a lot in this case. I’ll be fine, but man.

[notactuallymalikibheis]

Greetings! And, welcome to THE No. 1 Malik Ibheis Fanpage!

I apologize for any weird formatting, my computer is shit and I can only access tumblr on mobile.

Anywho! Malik Ibheis is a German mime, clown, actor, creature performer, and aerialist!

He's extremely talented but sadly doesn't quite have the fame he deserves. Sooo, I'm attempting to bring the tumblr crowd's attention to this amazing man!

I know you freaks (affectionate) love a good clown

He's located in the UK and has been involved in lots of interesting projects based there.

Including his roles in Inside No.9's 'The Stakeout', 'The School for Good and Evil' and Garsington Opera's 'The Bartered Bride'

Basically, he's awesome (not to mention adorable), and I think he deserves more love!

My name(s) are Jack, Gal, Mal, and Cereix (pronounced see-air-ix)

Yes, yes, I know. What the hell are those names? Idk man, I'm just a weird queer guy who likes having a million and one names and being called odd things.

I use He/They/It pronouns and generally just try to be a fun kinda person!

As I'm sure you can tell, I'm a huge fan of Malik, to the point of making a whole fan account for him specifically.

I don't actually know tons about him, as there's not too much content of him online and I don't live anywhere near where he's based.

Also, almost all the videos and clips I'll be sharing of him are from his Facebook, Instagram, and Youtube so please check him out over there and give him some love!

Please note, this page is purely a fun little thing I'm doing. Please be respectful of Malik, he's an actual human person and we should treat him as such. Calling him attractive or cute is okay but please try to restrain from any explicit stuff (ex: details about what sexual things you want to do to him/him to do to you, assumptions about his sexuality and/or relationships etc.) I know this is tumblr but please try to be respectful towards real-life people.

P.S. Don't worry too much, I pronounce his name wrong too. For the record, in a video he pronounces it 'M-aw-lick' And, no, I'm not sure how to pronounce his last name either lol

[ask-baby-arceus]

Masterpost

Welcome! This is a side-blog meant for sillier and more nonsensical scenarios compared to my other blogs!

(I’m on mobile so I apologize for any formatting/grammar errors) It’ll follow a more traditional ask blog style format.

Synopsis: You wake up in a strange place with a little baby Arceus who wants to play with you. How will you play?

Rules:

1. Outside of the tumblr tos, I ask that you’re at least 14 to interact with this blog. While there will be no nsfw, there may be some PG-13 content.

2. Just be kind and patient. This is just a blog meant for fun.

3. I don’t mind if you ask multiple questions, but they may all not get answered right away

4. Fanart and character interactions are very much encouraged and will be cherished! I also will do my best to respond to them and possibly even draw my own fanart!

Just keep in mind that Zephyr is a young, so please don’t be weird with them.

5. Feel free to be goofy and weird. Zephyr loves goofy and weird! Characters from any universe can pretty freely come in and when interacting with the blog. Zephyr doesn’t care, as long as you’re not boring!

Important links:

main blog: @candys-mewporium

Spinoff Blog: @ask-an-anxious-hoopa

Rotomblr blog: @two-blue-mews

Other Blogs: @ask-a-witchy-braixen

Toyhouse (may contain character spoilers)

Important information (so far):

You are in the Dreamscape, a place that can connect dreamers from multiple universes.

You were summoned here by Zephyr, a baby Arceus who is currently sleeping so he can gain enough power to wake up and transform into his ethereal form.

Zephyr is around 500 years old and just wants to play with you and get advice for being an Arceus is ya have it!

Mama is Zephyr’s caretaker and the one who runs the Dreamscape. She’s tasked with raising him until he wakes up. She’s been teaching him about life and the universe.

Mama is protective of Zephyr and reveals that he’ll likely be waking up soon. She’s mentally preparing herself for it.

Mama gives you free access to the dreamscape as long as you don’t cause any issues.

Ellie and Tim are Zephyr’s best friends and visit almost every night when they dream!

Zephyr has promised Ellie that he will come and rescue her from her home once he wakes up.

The gems around Zephyr are type gems that will transform into type plates and hide across the universe. It will then be Zephyr’s job to collect all of them and master all the typings.

Zephyr is a huge fan of the Ash Ketchum in his universe!

Characters:

“Zephyr” - Open for asks

Arceus? - any/all (usually goes by he/him) - bab (mentally and physically between the ages of 5-10) - lvl. 5 - normal type - quirky - doesn’t really have a flavor preference - “impetuous and silly”

Height: three feet and five inches (but can change to be smaller or bigger depending on who he’s talking to)

A little baby Arceus. Where did he come from? Why is he here? Why so smol? 

Ask Hints:

How old are you?

Why do you not look like any other Arceus?

Do you have any friends?

Do you have an Ash Ketchum in your world?

What are those gems around you?

Try playing a game with him!

“Mama” - open for asks

Cresselia - she/her - thousands of years old - lvl. 76 - psychic type - serious - neutral in tastes - “alert to sounds”

Height: four feet and ten inches

Caretaker and “mother” of Zephyr

She’s quite fond of younglings

Ask Hints:

What happened to the original Arceus?

Why do you look so tired?

Are you Zephyr’s biological mom?

How old are you?

Why don’t Absols exist in your universe?

Why is Zephyr in the dreamscape?

Ellie and Tim - Temporarily open for asks

Ellie and Tim are Zephyr’s “best friends”, coming to visit him every night when they go to sleep.

Ellie (she/her) is a lvl. 8 Buneary

Tim (he/him) is a level 6 Snom

Ask Hints:

How did you meet Zephyr?

What’s on Ellie’s head/the collar around her neck?

Wait, what people in lab coats?

What is Tim thinking about?

Where are they from?

Try playing a game with them!

[twopoppies]

Hey Gina! I don’t exactly know how to talk about this so i apologise if it’s worded weird, but I wanted to talk about polari! :) Also want to quickly preface by saying A.) I am a part of the LGBTQ+ community, B.) while I’m not English, I am Scottish (Glasgow) and we use some of the same slang as (specifically Northern) England & C.) I have a lot of hetero English friends who know absolutely nothing about polari.

(Quickly before I start as u/ppl may find this annoying; I’ve said Scottish separately as a lot of Scottish ppl, myself included, don’t like being referred to as English/British as majority of us are currently wanting & trying to gain independence from the U.K. lol & I included British instead of just Scotland/England as I’m not sure if it’s used anywhere else in great britian/the UK - please say if it is! :D )

I’m not sure if you’ve seen this too but I see quite a lot of people saying that Louis solely knowing/using polari speech is proof/semi-proof of him being queer or knowing queer history - I have to completely disagree with this.

Polari is used very commonly (some examples I can think of off the top of my head are bevvy, lallies and naff as I use them quite a lot.) in day-to-day conversation in scotland/england (as I mentioned, I have hetero english friends and they use polari ALL THE TIME, like they use only refer to a alcohol/drinks as bevvy, and have no absolutely no idea that it IS in fact polari..). People use it without even knowing what it is, especially those who are lower/working class and/or neds/chavs (which Louis seems to use as? Or want to be perceived as?) and are more likely to use slang. I guarantee you that if you were to go down to England (especially the north) and asked what bevvy meant, they’d almost 100% be able to tell you what means - but they won’t know the origins of the word, they’d just think it’s slang (they probably wouldn’t even know it’s used in Scotland too LOL).

I’ve seen absolutely no other scottish/english/british person talk about this so I feel like majority of the people speaking about polari are Americans (not all & not only, of course, but I feel like they majority of larries are American? Haha) who don’t actually use it or understand it’s use in modern day England/Scotland/U.K. and that’s why they’re saying that he must be queer to use it because they think that it’s not used anymore when it actually is! :)

I’m so sorry if this is a complete jumble of words, I’m absolutely horrible at writing my thoughts down hahah! I pray you understand what I’m trying to say. I hope this isn’t coming across as rude or mean. I’m not meaning it that way at all. Also, this isn’t meant to be a dig at Americans/non-scottish/english/great British folk either, it’s completely normal that you wouldn’t know this! :)

Sorry again hahaha I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time and have been dying to get this off my chest !! + I haven’t used tumblr in years so if the layout/format(??) is weird, apologies for that too, I’m also on mobile :( Thank u (if u do) for reading my long ass ramble lol :D I just wanted to shed some light on this.

Hi, honey. I think assuming Louis’ sexuality only based on him being aware of/using Polari is pretty silly. As you say, straight people in your part of the world use certain words regularly without being aware of it.

As always, I think one has to take many behaviors and actions into consideration when wondering if Louis (or anyone) is signaling. There’s a difference between using certain words that have become common, and knowing what Polari is. Him wearing that brand goes hand in hand with many instances of him wearing clothing that sent a message (for example, wearing the All Out, Queen’s Surf, and Rainbow Apple logo shirts). At that time, he seemed to be very calculated about what messages he sent through clothing. I think Polari was one of many instances of Louis signaling being a part of the community. But I’d never look at that as an isolated instance and think that.