#I really shouldn't be afraid to do some weird stuff

[datamodel-of-disaster]

New (terrible) plan to get better at playing dnd and not always cast the same 3 spells:

- Make a random d20 roll table containing all prepared spells.

- As the combat round starts, roll on the table to determine what spell will be used.

- You now HAVE TO come up with something vaguely useful (or at least, not detrimental) to do on your turn with that spell. Environment, familiars and allies can be used.

...

It will probably suck but since my DM has cautiously let me know he is a bit bored of my overly cautious and unimaginative playstyle... I'm gonna do this.

Will report back on the hijinks ^^

[muliwamm]

cw: toxic relationship (with readers ex, dont hate reader it's not her fault 😭), Lots trauma dumping on readers part and cho being oblivious and getting dragged into readers mess

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Hockey Player!Choso Kamo who started playing hockey as a kid when he saw his dad liked it.

Children tend to say they like the things their parents like, whether it's for validation or attention or praise, but Choso grew to love the sport.

He loved the coldness radiating from the rink, making his nose blistering cold, or the way the ice felt beneath his feet as the sharp blades of his skate pierced through the icy sheet.

He loved the feeling of hitting the hockey puck as he put all his emotion and energy into every swing, every shot of his was precise, intentional, and powerful.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo was a player of brute force. He was strategic, but mostly relied on his strength and insane scoring accuracy, which was why he was the left wing.

And although he strived to be center at first, he realized that his overthinking eclipsed that dream, though he wasn't bitter because of it. He loved his position.

Although, Hockey Player!Choso Kamo's overthinking got him in some pretty questionable situations.

He was never the type to argue back, afraid that the person might not like him anymore. He liked to avoid conflict at all costs.

So, if someone told him to try something, he would probably just do it no matter how insane it may be.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo had never been great at questioning things anyway. Like the time yuji convinced him that using a spoon for cereal was overrated, so he spent 5 months struggling to eat cereal with chopsticks instead.

Due to Hockey Player!Choso Kamo's obliviousness, he somehow landed himself here. Across from you. Drinking hot coco in a cozy coffee shop, though the tension coming from you both drowned out the "coziness".

It would have been a cute first date you both could look back upon and smile at, IF you didn't already have a boyfriend.

You two had been texting back and forth for a couple days though it was dry on choso's part.

You both bonded pretty well, had a lot in common, so choso tried forgetting the fact that you had a boyfriend, but the fact that you did made him uncomfortable, therefore your convorsations with him werent all that exciting.

You got sick of it so you both finally agreed to meet up.

"Sorry if I made things weird...I really do like you!" You try to explain.

Choso pouts a bit, picking at the paper of his hot coco cup.

"You can't like me. You have a boyfriend," he deadpans, voice flat as his fingers tense around the cup.

"I know, I know, I just-" you start before letting out a deep sigh.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just..." you trail.

Choso raises his eyebrows expectantly.

"Look I just needed some time with someone who wasn't so mentally draining, and you're- god you're just easy to talk to. To be around in general," you gesture to him, putting your hands in your face in embarrassment and defeat.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo who softens his features from your distress, though he still is pretty angry at you for not telling him you had a whole ass boyfriend.

He blames this on Naoya. If only he hadn't suggested exchanging numbers maybe you would have just been the cute figure skater he crashed into at the skating rink and never talked to again, instead of an unraveling mess that he waltzed right into.

"Wanna take a walk?" You abruptly say, finally lifting your head.

"Yeah, sure," choso mumbles before getting up and throwing his empty cup away, you doing the same.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo feels frustration bubble in his chest when you explain to him your situation.

"My boyfriend- well, no, my ex, is kinda an asshole," you explain.

"I was just scared that he would say stuff to make me feel bad for moving on."

"Stuff like what?" Choso asks, noticing the way you nervously picked at your thumbs.

"Stuff like- like how I shouldn't be trying to cut him off because we have history and how I 'owe him' after everything he's done for me and stupid shit like that," you sigh, making finger quotes.

"—I'm just sick of his manipulation and him trying to control my life even after we broke up—which was almost eight months ago might I add," you let out a dry laugh.

"Why dont you just block him or something?" Choso asks, his brows furrowing slightly.

"—I mean it's not that hard, right? he sounds pretty toxic."

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo realizes moments later that your ex is a fucking psycho.

You were telling him why you couldn't get rid of your ex, how no matter how many time you would tell him you're done he just wouldn't leave you alone. And how you've blocked him countless times and he still found a way to get ahold of you despite that.

You told choso how you wanted to move on, and you apologized for dragging him into this mess but your ex just made everything in your life seem impossible.

"I dont miss him and I definately don't want him. I just want him gone," you sigh, sounding exhausted.

“It’s like he’s everywhere. Showing up at the rink, texting me out of nowhere, acting like I still owe him something. He just- he won’t let go," you explained.

"I feel stuck and now I dragged you into this and I'm so sorr-" you pause, squinting your eyes in the distance, your face falling in recognition.

In the midst of your trauma dump about a certain asshole, that said asshole approaches you both.

"Toji, what the hell are you doing here?" You say harshly, giving Choso a worried look.

"Came to see you, dollface," Toji tilts his head, smirking.

"—who's this new friend of yours?" He nods his head toward Choso.

At that moment Hockey Player!Choso Kamo wonders what the actual fuck did he get himself into.

"He's my boyfriend." You blurt hurried.

"Wha- ow!" Choso winces when you pinch his arm.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo had no clue what was going on, because you two were not dating so why did you just say that?

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A/n: um. this ones lowk kinda deep idk what just happened. Srry toji lovers

Anyway pls dont hate me anymore 😭😭 reader just has a crazy ex who shes trying to get rid of, she doesnt want anything to do with toji but hes kinda crazy here and wont leave her alone, she just wants to settle with someone who isnt insane (choso).

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[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.6

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 5362

Summary: Once you're back home, your husbands try their best to support you, but the circumstances are taking their toll on you. It all goes well until you find out who was the one driving that night...

Warnings/Tags: mention of amnesia, angst, tiny mention of blood, fluff, cuddles, anxious!soft!min, caring!soft!channie, domestic stuff, husband!min, husband!chan

A/N: I know, I know it looks like shit in the beginning but trust the word count, it'll get all good, soft and domestic🖤

PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

Minho slips out of his shoes and stands still for a moment. Chan closes the door and hesitantly slips his hand into Minho's. “Kitten?” he asks quietly but gets no response. “Min, look at me, please.”

Minho does, looking at him with wet eyes, still not saying a word. Chan gently rubs his shoulders before cupping his face and flashing him a small smile. “I know I should be happy,” he finally says. “I know I should be relieved that she's awake and talking. I know I should be happy that we finally got her back. I know I shouldn't still be feeling like shit,” he rambles, and Chan soothingly fondles his cheeks. “But you know how much she hates losing control. You know how scared she gets of change,” he hiccups helplessly, and a few hot tears slip down his cheeks. “Once it'll all settle in, she'll hate me, and I-I can't even blame her because I did-didn't do anything else those p-past two months a-and-.”

“Hey,” Chan says so softly it makes him shut his mouth. “I won't let that happen, baby. It was an accident and there was nothing you could've done,” he says firmly and pulls him in close. “I'm so thankful you're both alive, you know? I don't know-” his voice breaks, and Minho's heart sinks at the sound. “I don't know what I would've done if…,” he stops himself, not daring to put his deepest fear into words. “I get it, Minnie because it would've been a lot easier without the memory loss. I'm terrified of hurting her because I'm not fully feeling well yet. But as long as you won't let go of my hand in all this, I know I'll be okay.”

Minho carefully pulls Chan's hands off his face and intertwines their fingers. “I won't let go,” he says.

“I'll always have your back, okay?” Chan asks timidly, and Minho nods quickly. 

“And I'll have yours,” he promises and squeezes his hands. 

“I could really use a hug,” Chan admits, and Minho doesn't hesitate, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. He gently sways them from side to side and exhales softly. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you too, Channie,” Minho whispers back and squeezes him tightly. 

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Minho gently helps you out of your jacket and hangs it up for you. Neither Chan nor Minho had remembered that you only moved in here one and a half years ago, so the house was another factor. He watches you glance around the hallway timidly and swallows softly. “Anything familiar?” he asks gently. 

You swallow hard and shake your head. “Not besides…some of the interior,” you tell him. 

He notices how anxious it makes you and carefully slips his hand into yours. “Let me give you a tour, come on.”

You follow him through the house and recognize some bits of your old home. He tells you where to find the most important things, and seems like he's afraid to say anything wrong. It makes you sick seeing your husband try so hard to make you comfortable in a suddenly so unfamiliar place. “I-I'll go use the bathroom real quick,” you tell him, and he nods, telling you again where to find it. 

You close the door and take a deep breath, hugging yourself tightly. “Fuck,” you whisper and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. If you wouldn't know Minho and Chan had been your boyfriends for four years and then husbands for another five you would've freaked out at the hospital. You couldn't remember the past two years of your marriage, but the seven years before are enough to trust them. Still, it all feels so weird. You don't notice how much time has passed until Minho gently knocks at the door and lets himself in. He sits down next to you, and for a moment, you're both quiet. “Minho?” you ask timidly. 

“Yeah?” he asks gently, turning to look at you. 

“Have I been a good wife to you and Chan? Did we have fights? Did I hurt you? Did you hurt me?” you ask, and he inhales deeply. “I know this sounds weird, but…I have no idea where we left off.”

Minho fidgets with his wedding bands and hums thoughtfully. “I can't remember anything big concerning the two of us, we usually get along very well,” he tells you, a small smile on his lips. “We were on a date before the accident. I was very tired, was fighting with Chan over the phone, and…you said you'd take me out for dinner. You were trying to cheer me up, and you did, you always do,” he says and gently clears his throat, pushing away the images of what happened after. 

“What about Chan?” you ask timidly, sensing something off. 

Minho straightens up and pinches his nose, trying to figure out where to start. “About…six months ago, Channie wasn't feeling very well. He was overwhelmed with work and had no resources left for either of us, including himself. He pushed us both away, and one night, when I was abroad, he called me, saying he got into a fight with you and something was seriously wrong,” he tells you and chews on his lower lip. “I called you, asking you to go back and check on him as I flew back home. Chan was feeling numb for quite some time, and we did our best to support him figure out ways to make him feel again. After a while, he decided to visit his family in Australia, take a break, and everything. I stepped in for him at work, and it was killing me,” he admits. “I missed him like hell. I had to lead our team, and I felt lost without him, but you never gave up on me,” he says and his hand subconsciously slips into yours. “He caught me on a bad day, we got into an argument, and well…then we had that accident. Channie got onto the next plane and came back home as fast as he could.”

“Is he still struggling?” you ask hesitantly, and Minho smiles weakly. 

“I don't know, Y/nnie. This whole thing has taken a huge toll on me. I broke down repeatedly and Chan took care of me as best as he could. He even got me a therapist, imagine that,” he laughs, and you can tell he's not really doing well with any of this. “I don't think he had much time to figure out how he truly feels. I should've been there for him more, but I…I could barely get myself out of bed sometimes.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize timidly, squeezing his hand. “I'm so sorry, Min.”

Minho shakes his head firmly. “None of this is your fault,” he says and searches your eyes. “None of it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod hesitantly. 

Minho inhales shakily, a suspicious shimmer covering his eyes. “I know this whole memory thing is shit, honey. I feel selfish for saying this, but I'm just so glad you're alive and back home.”

You smile weakly and squeeze his hand firmly. “As long as I have you two, I'll be okay sooner or later.”

Minho gently squeezes back and looks up as Chan steps into the doorframe. “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” he chuckles. 

“Hey, Channie love,” Minho says softly and Chan leans down to give him a kiss. 

“Hey, kitten,” he smiles, gently caressing his cheek. Chan turns to you and gently brushes back your hair, kissing your head, unsure if you feel like kissing. “You're okay?”

“More or less,” you nod, and he sits down on your other side. 

“We're always here if you need someone,” he tells you and gently pats your knee. 

“Thanks,” you nod tiredly. “I really appreciate it, this can't be easy for you either.”

Minho remains quiet this time and glances at Chan. “We're just glad to have you back. The rest we can figure out together,” he assures you. “Just let us know, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod gently. 

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You turn onto your side heavily and are met with a sight that used to bring a smile to your face. Minho's asleep next to you, his hair hanging into his face, lips parted, and his bunny teeth showing a little. His lashes throw their shadows on his cheekbones and you once more notice how beautiful he is. You've been home for a week now and Minho took another two months off to keep an eye on you. You like being home with Min because he's there when you need him but lets you be when you don't. He doesn't push, he doesn't talk your ears off, and he tries his best not to handle you like you're made out of glass. Still, you can tell he doesn't see you when he looks at you. He doesn't see his wife. He sees the accident and the woman he lost due to the memory loss, and the guilt in his eyes suffocates you sometimes. 

You haven't dared look up the accident yet, but slowly, you can't fight the urge to see what really happened that night. Minho doesn't like talking about it, and Chan wasn't there. 

You slip out of bed and grab your phone, leaving your husband on his own. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you start researching and soon find article over article. Pictures of the crashed car send shivers down your spine. Investigating some further you can tell how worried your friends were about Minho during their interviews, who looks nothing but truly exhausted. You can tell he hasn't been sleeping much; his eyes look glassy in most of them, and Chan never leaves his side.

-

Minho looks up as you come downstairs to join him for breakfast and gets up, putting some waffles on your plate. “Thought you'd like something sweet,” he says and flashes you a smile. 

“Who was driving?” you ask, making him freeze for a second. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, but the slight tremble in his voice tells you he knows exactly what you mean. 

“The accident. Who was driving?” you ask again, stopping in front of the table. 

Minho carefully puts the plate down in front of you. “Does it matter?” he asks timidly. 

“It does,” you nod, tilting your head at him. “Will you be honest with me, or do I have to ask someone else?”

He stares at you, wondering what you're aiming at with that question, but gives himself a push. “I was.”

“Were you drunk?” you ask, and Minho's frown deepens. 

“No.”

“You said you were tired, was that it? Was that what made you miss something?” you ask, and he subconsciously takes a step back. “Were you so upset about Chan that you weren't paying attention?” 

“Y/nnie,” he pleads quietly. “Don’t do this.”

“Min,” you say firmly. “I can't remember the past two years of my life. I don't know what happened and no one can tell me because that'll only be your version of every day,” you say and take a shuddery breath. “Chan hasn't kissed me once since I'm back home, and you look at me like I'm something broken you're too attached to to get rid of. That hurts, Min. I just want my fucking life back!”

Minho raises his hands in defense and steps closer to you. “Honey, I'm sorry, you're right. I can't make up for all that time. But she said they'd come back to you in a few months, at least that the chance is very, very high,” he tries, but the way your eyes darken, he knows you don't want to hear any of it. He tries to brace himself for the emotional outburst that's about to happen, but he can't prepare himself for what you say next. 

“No, you really can't make up for it. Not if you're the one causing this whole mess,” you say, noticing the fear flickering in his eyes, but you don't care. “You were the one driving, you're the one feeling guilty, and now I know why. My whole life went to shit because of you!” you snap at him. Minho doesn't say anything, simply stares at you as your words sink in. His body trembles, his stomach tightening painfully, and his eyes filling with tears. “You fucked everything up, and you're trying so hard to make up for it by staying home with me. Now I know why you so desperately try to make me feel better, and I thought it was because you loved me!”

Minho looks at you as if you just hit him right in the face. A soft whimper leaves his lips, snapping you out of your rage, before tears start running down his face, and his body shakes with a sob. “I know, okay?!” he snaps right back at you. “I know it's all my fault! I-I know I fucked up, and I-I'm the one to b-blame,” he hiccups helplessly, taking a few steps back as you reach for him timidly. “I'm sorry, Y/nnie, I swear, I did-didn't want this.”

“Min,” you whisper guiltily, but your husband shakes his head firmly, biting back a sob. “I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean it.”

“Don't lie,” he says, voice cracking. 

“I'm sorry, please,” you try, but Minho pushes past you and goes back upstairs. You let him, knowing he can't handle you, seeing how badly you just hurt him. Helplessly, you grab your phone and call Chan. 

“Hey, baby girl, I'm on my way home. Is everything-.”

“Channie,” you whimper. 

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks worriedly, putting you on speaker. 

“I hurt Min,” you tell him, hugging yourself tightly and sitting down on the sofa. 

“Hurt him how?” he asks nervously, taking a turn left. 

“I said some dumb stuff about him being responsible for my life turning to shit and that the accident was his fault,” you say, and it's quiet for a moment. “Chan?”

“Ynnie…please tell me you didn't,” Chan says lowly, heart sinking to his stomach. “Please tell me you didn't.”

“I'm sorry, Channie, I didn't mean it,” you whisper timidly. “I was just…I don't know what got into me.”

“I…fuck, okay, I'll be home in a bit,” he tells you, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle. 

Chan stares at his phone as you end the call and slams his hand on the wheel. “Fucks sake Ynnie, not when I finally convinced him otherwise,” he curses and finally reaches your street. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Chan quietly pulls the front door closed behind himself and swallows hard as he meets your anxious eyes. “Where is he?” he asks. 

“Upstairs,” you tell him. “Channie, I'm sorry,” you tell him, tears filling your eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

Chan sighs softly and opens his arms for you, pulling you into a tight hug as you get up. “I know you are. I know you're struggling, and I know we can't take that pain away,” he says, soothingly rubbing your back. “But baby girl, you can't forget Minho is a victim here too. He might have been the one driving, but he's also the one who saw you unconscious, covered in blood, and not knowing if you'd ever wake up again,” he tells you gently, without sounding like he's blaming you even a little. “He still feels guilty because he'd rather be the one getting hurt. He's been having nightmares and panic attacks and had a really hard time believing that it isn't his fault, you know?”

“I just fucked that up, didn't I?” you ask timidly. 

“I don't know,” he answers honestly. 

“I asked him if he was drunk,” you admit shamefully. 

Chan bites back a sigh, trying to be patient with you. “Okay, come on,” he says and pulls you to the sofa. “The police provided us the security camera footage, where you very clearly see who's at fault,” he says and grabs his phone, showing you the clip. 

You can see your car pulling up at the crossroads. Suddenly, a car races down the street from the right and crashes right into your side. It's raining heavily, making the road slippery and causing both cars to slide to the side a few meters. Once the video is over, you look at Chan horrified. 

“That other driver was drunk,” he tells you gently. “He was speeding, ignored a red light, and honestly, looking at this, it's a miracle you two are still alive. So please, don't blame anyone else but that guy, hm?” 

You nod quickly and chew on your lower lip anxiously. “Channie angel?”

“Yeah?” he asks gently. 

“Can you tell him I'm sorry? I don't think he wants to see me right now,” you say timidly. 

Chan nods and kisses your temple. “I will. We'll fix this, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, relieved. 

“I'll go check on him, alright?” he asks, and you nod bravely. Chan grabs a blanket and wraps you up in it, flashing you an encouraging smile. “We'll be okay.”

You timidly grab his hand and search his eyes. “I love you.”

Chan's face softens. “I love you too, baby girl.” 

-

Chan opens the door to the room he uses to work from home, suspecting that's where he'll find Minho. His heart breaks a little as he sees him sitting on the small sofa there, his legs hugged up to his chest. Minho's wearing a sweater of his, burying his face in its sleeves as he takes shaky breaths, clearly trying to calm down. He silently closes the door and walks over, kneeling down in front of him and soothingly rubbing his thighs. “Bunny?” he asks so softly Minho looks up with wide, teary eyes. It's a term reserved for their most private, intimate moments and it never fails to make Minho feel so safe and loved. 

He doesn't say anything, body moving on its own as he slips from the sofa and crawls right into his lap. Chan welcomes him with one of his most loving and healing hugs, nuzzling his nose into his hair. 

“I love you,” Chan whispers, cradling his head. Minho slumps against him, burying himself into his arms as deeply as he can, growing so small it breaks Chan's heart. 

“I'm so tired, Chan,” Minho says, voice raspy from crying. “I'm so fucking tired.”

“I know,” Chan says and turns with him in his hold, leaning against the sofa. “How can I help?”

“There's nothing you can do,” he answers quietly. “She hates me. I fucked up her life.”

“You really think that?” he asks patiently. 

“Doesn't matter. She does,” he says. 

“Do you?” he asks. “You think you fucked up her life?”

“Apparently, I'm not exactly making it easier,” he answers. “Since I'm the drunken, heartbroken, distracted fuck who got us into that accident.”

Chan mindlessly rubs his lower back. “Apparently…so you don't believe it.”

“I-” Minho grows quiet before pulling back and searching his eyes timidly. “Does that matter if she does?”

“To me, it does,” he nods. “You've been blaming yourself for months, saying the most hurtful shit about yourself…I think you made some progress,” he says calmly. 

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “The minute someone throws it at my face, I agree with them.”

“Bunny, can I tell you something?” he asks, and Minho nods tiredly. “She called me the minute you left, saying she fucked up. She asked me to tell you she's sorry because you probably wouldn't want to see her now.”

Minho's eyes fill with tears. “Really?” he asks timidly, and Chan nods. “I really thought she hated me now.”

Chan gently cups his face and plants a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. “She doesn't, I promise.” 

Minho messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeves before stopping in his movement and groaning at himself. “Fuck, I completely messed up your sweater.”

“That's okay,” Chan giggles softly. “We can wash it.”

Minho hums and smiles shyly. “Just really needed you close after that,” he tells him. 

“You're so cute,” he smiles happily. “Also-” he gets interrupted by the door opening. The two of them look up and see you standing in the doorframe, shaking with sobs. 

Minho moves before Chan can fully comprehend the sight and wraps you into a tight hug. “Shh, honey, it's okay.”

You hug back tightly and shake your head. “Nothing is okay,” you sob. “I hurt you. Just be-because I can't cope with what's happening.”

“It's okay,” Minho whispers gently, caressing your head. “I promise we're okay.”

You timidly grab his sweater a little tighter and bury yourself into him. “I'm sorry, Min. You didn't fuck up anything,” you hiccup. “I love you so much.”

Minho buries his face in your shoulder and shakes his head. “I know,” he whispers and squeezes you gently. “I love you too, my pretty girl.” 

“I just wanna feel normal again,” you whimper, and Minho's hold on you tightens. 

“Try and give yourself some credit, honey. You went through some shit, and you're still dealing with the aftermath,” he says softly and kisses your hair. “Try being a little more patient with yourself.”

Chan smiles sadly, remembering himself saying something so similar to Minho only weeks ago when they went for a walk. So he did listen. 

Two weeks later

You anxiously meet your reflection in the mirror before staring down at your products on the sink. Chan said he'd take you both out to dinner, and you just wanted to look nice but you had trouble remembering your routines. You talked to your doctor about it, and she told you it's completely normal to get confused easily by those things at the moment. 

Minho walks into the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt, and flashes you a gentle smile. “You're alright, beautiful?” 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly and stare back down at your things. “I…I think I need help,” you tell him, glancing up at him as he fixes his hair. 

“Sure, what do you need?” he asks, not quite picking up on your struggle yet. Minho grabs your concealer and carefully hides the dark patches beneath his eyes. He's still not sleeping well, and it shows. 

“I uh, I forgot what I usually do,” you tell him, waving at the various items displayed at the sink. “Like…did I have some sort of routine? Because if I did it's nonexistent in my brain right now.”

“Oh,” he nods and puts your concealer back down. “Uh, I'm not sure, but I can still help,” he tells you, and you smile relieved. “One second,” he winks at you and leaves the room, coming back with a chair. “Alright, take a seat, honey.”

You giggle softly and do as you're told. Chan joins you, chuckling in confusion as he sees you. “Min's helping me, my brain is letting me down right now.”

“Oh,” he laughs and watches Minho grab some of your things. “Yeah, it's good you asked him and not me.”

“I had a feeling,” you tease him lovingly.

Chan chuckles and turns back to the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He fixes his hair that frames his face in those beautiful curls you love so much and you can see the frown forming on his face before it’s fully there. It’s beyond you how both of your husbands were this stunningly pretty and still had their trouble believing so, Chan much more than Min. “Channie?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “You look very handsome.”

Chan meets your eyes through the mirror, face softening. “Thank you, baby girl,” he says with a sweet, shy smile. Minho turns around, taking in the sight of his husband, and hums agreeingly before slapping his bum. Chan snorts and fondly rolls his eyes. “Typical.”

“That’s your own fault wearing those trousers,” he smirks before getting started with helping you. “Who even allowed you to leave the house in those, huh? Surely not me. No one else should be allowed to see how well-.”

“Minho,” Chan whines in protest, blushing heavily. “Shut up, will you?”

Minho smiles softly and then you realize he must’ve noticed Chan’s insecurities getting the better of him as well. “Only because it’s you,” he tells him fondly. “So, I think you started like this,” he tells you. He talks you through it, checking in with you if what he’s doing makes sense, and tries his best to make you satisfied with the result. Only a little later you’re ready to go and thank him happily. “Always, princess,” he assures you kindly. “You need help with your hair as well?”

“No, thank you, darling,” you smile at him. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No rush, honey,” he tells you and kisses your cheek before leaving you some space. He joins Chan downstairs, who’s standing at the kitchen island, bent forward on his elbows as he checks his phone. Minho smiles at the sight and steps behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Chan gently intertwines their hands on his stomach and finishes his message to Lix with one hand. “You’re alright, kitten?”

“Yeah,” he nods and nuzzles his face into his neck. “Ah, you put on my favorite cologne,” he smirks, burying his nose deeper into his skin. 

Chan hums, agreeing, and turns off his phone, turning in his hold. He smiles as their eyes meet and gently nudges his nose with his own. “Pretty boy,” he whispers, and Minho blushes softly. “I miss you.”

“Miss me?” Minho frowns gently. “I’m right here, love.”

“No..like,” he leaves the sentence unfinished, gently squeezing Minho’s hips. 

“Oh,” Minho laughs brightly and kisses him sweetly. “I can stop by the company tomorrow, just make sure Sungie and Binnie aren’t around.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Chan chuckles, gently cupping his face.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish now,” Minho warns him, and Chan rolls his eyes, kissing him lovingly. Minho kisses back sweetly and pulls back soon, knowing Chan could get lost in kissing way too quickly. They really didn’t have time for this now. Not with you coming downstairs any minute, still finding your way back into your marriage. “Channie…is that place you picked in walking distance?” he asks. 

“I figured there’s a chance she doesn’t feel safe to drive yet, so yes,” he nods, and Minho hums, relieved. “Also, you aren’t exactly keen to sit in a car yet, either.”

“Not really,” he chuckles agreeingly. “Thank you, Channie.”

“For what?” he frowns softly.

“For being so considerate and caring,” he smiles, shaking his head as Chan is about to respond. “Don’t you dare say it’s nothing now, I will kick you.”

“Oh,” Chan nods, holding back a laugh. 

“Idiot,” he giggles fondly, poking his side.

“I’m ready,” you interrupt them gently, standing a little away from them.

Chan smiles at you sweetly. “You look beautiful, baby girl,” he tells you, and you mirror his smile. 

“Our beautiful girl,” Minho agrees proudly, taking your hand and pulling you closer. “We should probably leave, right?”

Chan checks his watch. “Yeah, we should.”

You swallow softly and glance at them timidly. “Can I sit in the back?” you ask.

“I thought we could take a walk, it’s close by. If we’re lucky, we can see the stars on our way back home,” he says, watching your eyes brim with tears. “Or we can take the car?” he asks nervously.

“No,” you shake your head and laugh weakly. “I would prefer walking,” you assure him. “Thank you, Channie angel.”

“God, you two sometimes,” he breathes out, squeezing Min’s and your hand. “It’s nothing, really an-ey!” he breaks off in protest as Minho punches his shoulder.

“I told you, it’s not nothing. It means a lot, my love, and we’re very happy to have you,” he says. “Also, be glad I didn’t kick your pretty a-.”

“Okay,” Chan laughs and pulls you both with him. “Enough of this now, you’ll make me get all sappy, let’s go.”

-

You enjoy your first evening out immensely. It makes you feel less like something’s wrong with you. Both Chan and Minho focus mostly on you, making sure you’re alright and comfortable. The many smells and loud noises are overwhelming at first, and they try their best to distract you. Once you allow yourself to relax, things get easier. Dinner is delicious, but what truly makes your evening is the laughter, gentle touches, and the way they make sure you’re part of the conversation. 

On your walk home, you indeed see the stars painting the dark canvas of the night sky. You’re walking between them, holding onto their hands, and feel a lot closer to Chan as well. Minho occasionally points out constellations, sometimes playfully bickering with Chan about the correct name. You find yourself smiling, genuinely smiling, for the first time in a while. You think about your day and suddenly stop in your tracks, leading to your husbands turning in confusion. 

“Y/nnie?” Chan frowns as your eyes fill with tears. “Are you okay?”

“I remember that place,” you breathe out, and they both stare at you with wide eyes. “We had dinner there the week we moved in, didn’t we? Channie, you spilled your drink all over Min’s pants. Min, you wouldn’t stop cursing because it got all sticky and-” you break off in wonder as your mind forms such vivid pictures of that day. 

Minho laughs wetly, a hot tear falling down his face. “Yeah, yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

Chan still stares at you in wonder before laughing weakly. “You remember?”

You nod happily, messily wiping your cheeks. “Yeah, I know that’s not much, but-.”

“No, baby, this is huge,” Chan smiles through tears, wrapping you into a tight hug. “That’s your first breakthrough after only three weeks, baby.”

You giggle happily and beam at Minho, who’s still frozen in place. Reaching out for him, he takes your hand and lets you pull him into your hug. Minho cups your cheek and kisses your forehead softly. “I’m so happy for you,” he tells you genuinely.

-

Back home, as you prepare for bed, the weight of the day slowly settles on your shoulders. For the first time since you got back home it doesn’t feel like the burden of another wasted day but a blanket of comfort. It reminds you of the love and care that surrounds you in the presence of your husbands. Minho brushes your hair as Chan takes off your makeup for you, both as gentle as they can get.

As you lay in bed between them, the events of the past few weeks replay in your mind. The argument with Minho feels like a very distant memory now, simply a hurdle you’ve all overcome together. His forgiveness, his understanding, and his undying love for you feel like a balm for your wounded, anxious heart. Chan’s patience, kindness, and unwavering support for the two of you remind you of the strength of your bond.

In the quiet of the night, with Chan’s steady breathing on one side and Minho’s warm presence on the other, you feel a sense of peace lull you in. The road to your recovery would still be a long one, and you weren’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn’t be any more challenges.

You whisper a quiet “I love you” into the darkness, and in the soft murmur of their responses, you find a promise—a promise of healing and a love that will never leave you. You don’t know why, but right here, you understand that no matter what comes your way, you’ll face it together as a family. With that thought, you drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that with Chan and Minho by your side, you’ll be okay. You would talk to Chan about the distance you feel another day, and you’d work through your shared trauma with Minho another time, supporting him through his share of the deal as well. For today, you’re glad to be able to fall asleep between the loves of your life.

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[shallowseeker]

"Sam knows some."

Also, Sam is afraid of grief, part 99 million.

Sam knows some. (And usually, not enough.)

He doesn't always notice emotional stuff on his own—not unless it’s a puzzle he can piece together from someone’s actions, or a situation he can map onto his own experience. His empathy is a pragmatic, lived-in, experience-driven thing. He’s spent most of his life at the kids’ table, even when he was trying not to be, and his own needs and (in)stability are tragically often the center of a very small, very dry family desert with too little resources and few loved ones. And like Dean sometimes wants Cas to be fine and invincible just so he doesn’t have to worry, Sam does too. In Sam's eyes, Cas is often the invincible, unkillable hero who always comes back no matter what. He gets up even when he fails. Even when he goes crazy, he pull himself back together, (and quicker than Sam would've at that).

Most importantly... Even when Cas's dead, he doesn't die.

//

In 10x01, Cas is desperately holding his coughs in, and pulls away from the phone to cough, but one of them slips through the receiver:

SAM: The first lead, the first anything we've seen in... [Sam stops himself, hearing CASTIEL's nonstop coughing] 10x01

And yes, in this scene, Sam accidentally throws some passive-aggressive shade about his arm. He’s a friggin' whiner—but overall, he changes his tune the second he hears Cas cough.

His eyes do the panicky back-and-forth tracky thing, and his excitement dies on the spot.

SAM: [after listening] Actually...you know what... now that I'm looking at this more I think I uh...I think I jumped the gun here, buddy. [...] I'm not, I'm not blaming anything on you. What happened, happened, and... you need to be worrying about yourself. I really shouldn't have bothered you. 10x01

But goshdarnit, if there’s something Sam usually isn’t, it’s thoughtful.

He could have invited Cas to the bunker—but the bunker, in Sam’s mind, is work, not a home. So giving Cas "time off" to "rest" and "worry about himself" feels like enough. It’s a bit like how he and Dean treated Bobby sometimes. Sam’s got terminal kids-table-syndrome, with a three-course side dish of self-involvement, tunnel vision, and obliviousness. He is, in short, so emotionally stupid sometimes that it's almost-but-not-quite endearing.

(SEE Jody and Dean in 11x12: Dean undersells his own connection-making ability / empathy... and oversells Sam's.)

///

In 10x02, Sam calls Cas because, really, Cas is one of the only people he has left in his life. They're short on family, short on friends. (And important to note, even the people they saved aren't around to ask for scraps—because Crowley killed off a whole slew of them in season 8.) So Sam's turning to Cas, even when Cas is sick, like how he (and Dean) so often relied on Bobby, even when Bobby was actively suicidal / soul-crunched into his own demon deal / freshly getting used to his wheelchair.

SAM: Right. Now, Cas, listen. I know you're not feeling so hot, but this is kind of an “all hands on deck” situation here, so... CASTIEL: So... I'll meet you there. 10x02

[...]

So, yeah. I seriously doubt Sam knows the full scope of how bad the grace situation is. (Not saying he wouldn't rationalize it if he did, since he's a pragmatic guy. But fair's fair. He doesn't fully know here...)

HANNAH: I’m sorry. I just can’t see how Sam Winchester could ask you to drive all this way to help with his brother, knowing your condition. [Castiel glances at Hannah, then turns back to the road.] HANNAH: He doesn’t know … about how badly your borrowed grace is fading, does he? CASTIEL: He knows some. 10x03

And there it is. Cas is being purposely cagey.

AS USUAL.

Yes, Sam is sometimes oblivious, but part of this whole dynamic is that Cas is notoriously super weird about showing weakness.

Anyway, I’d bet my Monopoly dog piece that Cas intentionally stayed away from the bunker in his downtime, trying to recover as much as possible in order to sure up enough energy to pretend to be strong.

Cas tells Hannah he wants to "say he's fine" so they can "avoid talking about something" no one can do anything about.

Uh-huh.

BONUS SIDE NOTE: Cas also told Hannah he doesn't want help, from his family or anyone else, because the only way to help him is not one he wants to pursue. (Another reason he's keeping it to himself.)

CASTIEL [lashing out]: And another angel should die so that I can be saved?! Is this really that hard to understand? Hannah... 10x01

///

Interestingly, though, Dean noticed Cas wasn't fine (re: batteries) back in season 9.

While it's true that Dean absolutely leaned into a sort-of endearing "Bobby-will-always-be-fine" dynamic, and perhaps clung to an invincible-Cas-hope early in their relationship, in the later years, it evolves.

Despite the occasional flash of hero worship (i.e. thinking Cas could time travel in s11), mostly Dean no longer believes that Cas will be fine...

...he just HOPES he will be.

(SIDE NOTE: In a hilarious full circle, Bobby ALSO expects a lot of Cas... Around and around we go!)

CAS: I'm fine, Dean. DEAN: No, you're not. How long you got? CAS: Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope. 9x22

///

Anyway, it’s a massive difference with Sam, even in the terminal seasons. Sam has flashes of fear surrounding Cas’s death, but he really, really struggles to process it. MOSTLY, he dissociates, throws himself into work, and refuses to face it.

(Kinda like how he rushes into the Eileen relationship in early s15 as a way to sidestep processing Mary, Jack, and Rowena.)

But unlike Dean, who grows into accepting and even fearing for Cas’s mortality, Sam seems to almost truly believe the line, "Cas will be fine. He always is."

(Cas HAS to be fine in order for DEAN to be fine, you see...)

Strongest person I know!

I think the season 12 script cut line of Sam saying this

and this

is genuine.

12x10 via @spnscripthunt-inactive

Because later, when Cas actually does die, Sam really doesn't believe his own eyes. He keeps asking Dean for confirmation. He looks, and he backs away, not believing, then bolts to address the next mission-oriented thing.

No-way, no-how running boy~~~~

And later:

//

BONUS: Sam & Jack ("Cas'll FIX things!!!")

SAM TO CAS (about dead Jack): Cas, is he here? C-C-Can you-- Can you...?

(fix him?)

SEE also Sam vs grief with it comes to Dean-losing-Cas specifically.

x - x - x -x - x

Here's Sam realizing there's nothing he can do to ease Dean's grief about Cas, specifically, in the notorious Sam-freaks-out-and-is-bad-at-support 13x05... and 15x09 fake future, complete with with Sam’s beautiful jaw-wag of disbelief and panic-tracking eyes:

Look at him, the poor dude. He's TERRIFIED.

///

It's scary that Dean or Cas could die

Cas and Dean aren't just his family—they're his heroes He chafes at the thought of their mortality. It sends him into a tailspin every time.

CHUCK: No, this is more. This is...hope. Ah. That's what's stopping me – you. You still think that Dean and Cas are gonna fly through those doors just in the nick of time. 

(SEE ALSO: Sam and deciding not to smash the orb)

//

He really does expect them to charge in and be unstoppable

Like this x

Or

or this

Everything is gonna be fine... right?

///

...

And later still:

JACK: You can't just give up! SAM: What choice do we have?

[babybearnation]

Gender neutral baking uni student 👀

Liam, Jack and Arthur?

-💙

im assuming this is meant to be a uni au with a reader who loves to bake but forgive me if im wrong lol. also all of my knowledge is based on uk unis so please forgive me if this seems unfamiliar/weird to my non-brits. alsoalso i randomly assigned them degrees lol

gn!baker!reader (university au)

liam lawson (music major):

you two probably met at a university event where you were hired to bring the sweet treats and he was hired to bring the sweet tunes

you two bond instantly, especially when he realises you made the very yummy cookies that he's been snacking on in between sets

he's always very willing to taste test new recipes you work on and if they're really truly amazing, he might (keyword: might) be willing to share with some of his friends

if you get demotivated or something goes wrong, he will try and bake something himself to prove to you that you're fantastic and literally any mishaps can happen to anyone (because, let's be real, he's not good at it)

always willing to spend money on ingredients and equipment for you because he benefits from it (aka... more sweet treats)

will try and make a cake for your birthday because you shouldn't have to make your own birthday cake in his opinion - it takes him multiple tries and its not very pretty but its the thought that counts and it does turn out very delicious

jack doohan (sport science major):

a secret lover of all things sugary and sweet, even considering his major, and therefore is always found buying sweets from you when you have bake sales and stuff

eventually, after being at literally every single day of every single sale you have during the first semester, jack decides to ask for your number and you two soon find yourselves dating

your personal assistant and willing taste tester, jack can always be found in the kitchen with you because he loves helping you bake and claims that the food tastes even better because he made it with love (feel free to laugh at how cheesy he is)

jack is so sweet and kind that its very hard to get demotivated around him, but if you do, or maybe you're too busy with uni work to focus on your baking, jack will legit just do everything for you and, when something maybe turns out wrong, he will demand you teach him (he's just a lil silly guy)

much like liam, jack is willing to spend all amounts of money to ensure that you can continue baking because, again, he benefits from it

absolutely loves sharing your sweet treats with friends, family, his classmates, his professors - literally everyone must know how good your baking is!

arthur leclerc (engineering major):

you are close friends with his brother and therefore, when you first brought some snacks with you to the leclerc household, arthur had only one thing to say - can i have your number?

even though he loves your baking and sweets, arthur very much considers you to be the sweetest thing of all

do not let arthur in the kitchen with you. he will break something, hand you the wrong ingredients, burn something, etcetc. - literally, if there is something that can go wrong, arthur will 100% make it go wrong

arthur doesn't let you get demotivated - he can't bake, and he refuses to eat store bought goodies, therefore you'll just have to make good treats for him and revel in the multitude of praise he has for you

the first time you followed one of his maman's recipes and didn't tell him until you handed him the sweet treat, he burst into tears because you were so sweet and you got along with his maman and his brothers, and isn't that the best combination?

a hoarder, an over-snacker, and definitely not a sharer. arthur gets all grumpy when you give your baked goods to anyone who isn't him and he's not afraid to tell you that

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[crtastrophic]

hello! recently i came across your tv head guide, and i was wondering if you had any updated advice regarding it? i think it’s an extremely helpful guide, but i wanted to check as you had made a note on the post! and your recent masks shown on your other blog are incredible, it’s clear you’ve improved a lot, if you have any updated advice that would be incredibly appreciated! thank you in advanced, i hope you have a great day!! :]

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT......

I did make a second, improved TV head after writing that tutorial, and my intention was to make a third to document thoroughly for an updated version — but life got in the way, and I later found different mediums to channel my weird maskmaking tendencies through. These days my preferred expression leans in a more meaty (and papier mâché-based) kind of direction.

Still, I'd be happy to share some info on the second mask, plus some general takeaways from my maskmaking experience since then.

I used a dremel tool to bevel the edges of the EVA foam 45º so the faces join at the edges when glued, instead of one piece overlapping the other. Gaps can be filled with PVA glue before painting to hide them.

I attached the screen's solar film to a frame made of foamboard before gluing it to the inside of the mask, which helped make it a bit less floppy. Even better would have been to install a plexiglass screen to apply the film to, but I didn't have the necessary tools needed to cut one to the correct size at the time. Foam heads are lightweight enough that the extra weight of the plexiglass shouldn't be too much of an issue, especially if you...

use the suspension from a hard hat to keep the mask in place! I've used this trick for other, much bulkier masks since then and it's excellent for distributing weight and keeping the piece stable. I just used masking tape to hold it in place for this mask, though you can glue it if you want it permanently attached.

For this mask, I used magnets to keep the hinged piece in place.

This head is quite spacious: I could have sized it down to just the back half of the chassis and I would still have fit me just fine.

Now for some general tips and thoughts:

ALWAYS USE APPROPRIATE RESPIRATORY PROTECTION WHEN DOING CRAFTS THAT CREATE DUST OR FUMES. Wear a mask with particle filtering when sanding or dremeling, plus gas filtering if you're using aerosols like spray paint or varnish. Make sure your project is clean and not full of fumes before you put it on.

Prime your foam before painting with acrylics! I didn't for this one, but for later EVA foam projects I applied a layer of PVA glue before painting. The primer keeps the foam from absorbing as much paint and gives a more even result with less coats.

I mentioned it in the old tutorial, but don't forget to take ventilation into account when designing your stuff.

Aida cloth or other types of mesh work great as a material for screens/eyeholes. As long as the weave is tight enough and the inside of your mask is darker than your surroundings others won't be able to see in, but you'll still be able to see out.

Don't be afraid to get a little interdisciplinary with it! Maybe nobody else has made a tutorial for exactly the thing you're trying to create, but why not borrow techniques and ideas from other crafts? Cosplay and propmaking as well as info on TV head masks made from actual CRTs are good places to start, but I also find fursuit construction info useful since it inherently deals with costumes that are face-obscuring, warm, poorly ventilated and possibly straining on the head/neck.

I know this isn't really a tutorial, but I hope it can still be of some help. Have fun in your TV-headed endeavours! [:D]

[myshollow]

I don't really want to make a more serious post like this about the fandom but I feel a bit weird here rn.

So this is regarding NSFW/heavily suggestive content in the fandom. Not about how it's being made, there's nothing inherently wrong with that kind of stuff, but how it's being harmfully handled by people. THIS ISN'T A CALLOUT TO ANYONE, or something to cause drama. I'm not going to mention any specific person, but I can't help but feel increasingly uncomfortable with what I've been seeing despite overall having a pleasant experience here. Especially as someone who was groomed via "non explicit" NSFW art. Please just read what I say, especially if you create that sort of content and ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE A MINOR. I want to make this a space I and others can feel more comfortable in, please. I feel like I'm not asking for a lot. And please be kind about this topic as well, it means a lot more than you'd might think. (Also if you try to cause drama or fight me over this you dumb as hell)

The most common issue I've been seeing is suggestive/borderline NSFW posts not being properly tagged/being put under a read more. A lot of the time there's NO warning, whatsoever and that presents..a lot of different issues, obviously. While there's a lot of adults in the fandom I've noticed there's a lot of minors as well...and not tagging, even for stuff that isn't blatantly NSFW, is still...not good. Even outside of how easily kids can get access to content they should NOT be seeing, it's also just kinda crazy for even an adult like me because seeing NSFW-themed stuff unprompted isn't always something I....want. I understand that it's not inherently an adults job here to monitor what the kids see, but there's also responsibility on any creator's part to just.. simply put warnings on their work..even if it decreases interaction. And I hate to pull this card but Regular Show is still technically a kid's show, or at least a show that would obviously prompt a bigger kid audience than usual. It doesn't matter if it's becoming an adult show soon, this is still technically kids media, and that means exercising the proper caution to protect kid fans of the KID SHOW.

And I've kinda seen a problem of minors either making NSFW themed content or interacting with it. AND IF YOU'RE DOING THAT AS A MINOR, PLEASE STOP. Like I'm saying this as someone who was groomed by making EVEN censored NSFW of fictional characters. You think it's fine at first, but it SERIOUSLY will mess you up. You shouldn't be interacting/seeing those kinds of things. Like I CANNOT stress this enough it WILL mess you up in the long run. I have life changing mental issues, one of the causes being wrongly interacting with NSFW content, even at an "older" teen age. I can't control you but please just be safe. You deserve better than that.

I think that's all I wanted to say. Again I'm not trying to attack anyone, or make anyone feel bad, that's the last thing I want from this. It just feels like this fandom, probably due to being rather small, doesn't have much supervision regarding NSFW themed content and it's making me really worried. If I'm getting some things wrong/misinterpreted here, let me know, but I'm tired of this, and I'm afraid it's going to really strain my experience here if things don't get better. Please just properly put tags/warnings on suggestive/NSFW content and stray away from that kind of stuff if you're a kid. thank you, that's all.

[d34dg1rl5]

Corpse Bride

It's icy in Mount Ormond. Quietly you make your way across the snowy paths and reach the ski lodge. The legions domain.

From inside the house you could hear chatter and music. Sounds like they're having a good time. Maybe you were just a nuisance to them? Yes, they were your friends and yes, they care about you. But maybe they don't always want to deal with your problems and fears.

Just as you turned around Susie spots you. "(Y/n!) What are you doing out here? Come join us!" She grabs your hand and pulls you inside. Julie waves at you and Joey greets you with a "'Sup." Frank quickly puts back on his mask crossing his arms. "You look like shit."

You sigh and sit down enjoying the warmth emerging from the furnace. "It's just been a rough trial... Nea kept stunning me with pallets and I think I'm gonna have a bruise.."

Susie looks at you with sympathy. "Aww, poor you... I know excactly what it feels like... Don't we all?" She looks at her friends and earns Julies agreement. "Yeah, some survivors really are a pain in the ass.. Especially Nea and Feng." She takes a piece of the pizza laying in front of her.

Joey agrees aswell and talks about his experiences with toxic survivors.

Something seems weird about Frank today... He isn't his usual cocky and snarky self. He gives you glances from time to time, even though you can't see his face you can feel his eyes on you.

You look at the others. "I think I'll head back to my realm... I feel ... Weird." Susie looks at you. "Aww, already? Alright then, do you want me to walk you back?" You shake your head. "Aw, no, you don't need to." Susie nods and gets up to hug you. "Alright then, see you!"

Youwalk out the lodge and sigh looking around walking back in your realm. Suddenly you get the feeling of someone following you. You turn around taking out your knife. "Who goes there!?"

"Jeez, calm down... Pussy." You hear a familiar voice say and a snarky chuckle. "You're a killer, you shouldn't be afraid of shit in here." Frank steps out from the darkness and looks at you. "What are you doing here?", tilting your head in confusion. "Walking you home I guess."

He takes out a cigarette of his pocket and lights it. Hiw does he even have that stuff in the realm? Maybe he asked the Entity for it.. He notices you eyeing the cigarette. "Want one?" Thinking about it for a second you nod.

"Yeah, gimme one." He hands you one and puts his lit cigarette to yours and lights it. "Heh." You blush slightly and try to avoid his gaze.

"You look brutal, by the way. Real sick." You look at him. "Huh?" "Your outfit. You know. Killer look. Real sick." You look down at yourself and sigh. You were some kind of zombie, just not just thinking about brains and intestines all the time. You actually were still human. To some extent at least. Your body however looks like a nightmare. Your skin was pale with deep wounds littered over your body. Your right eye was a milky white while the other eye was still intact. You hated how you looked.

"Maybe to you. I hate this body..." He sighs and puts a hand on your back. "I was always into zombies." He nudges you and you can't overhear a flirty tone in his voice.

Frank and you walk next to each ither for a few minutes in silence until you reach your realm - a church with a dark and old looking graveyard at the backside. The churchs roof is destroyed and crows circle the cross on top of it.

"I'll see you around, corpse bride~" He grins and turns to walk away, disappearing in the thick fog surrounding the church.

A/N: IM RLLY MAD CUZ YESTERDAY I WROTE HEADCANONS FOR DBD KILLERS REACTING TO A FEM!SURVIVOR WITH A PANIC ATTACK AND I UPLOADED IT AND IT WAS JUST GONE. Like i tried everything (log out and in again, refresh my page, look at queue, privacy settings, etc.). Its just gone and im so sad 😭😔

[donteverblameash]

Quick Tony Stark age regressions headcanons because it's so canon to me.

DISCLAIMER: This is a post about age regression a STRICTLY sfw coping mechanism. Do not bring any NSFW here. Mentions of trauma and other rough stuff, don't read at the expense of your comfort!

Hcs under the cut :))

He's a caregiver leaning switch!

CAREGIVER:

-Chillest caregiver this side of the Mississippi.

-He was never that big for rules and regulations, especially when he was a kid, why would he expect the same from his little?

-I mean, for littles littler then ten, bedtime is supposed to be at eight, but it can be at 9:30 if you REALLY wanna watch that new movie.

-He's also so big on hugs and physical affection (but only if you like!)

-He really sees being a caregiver as his way to end all of that generational trauma.

-Total dad at heart and everyone knows it, real big papa caregiver.

-You're also his really super special lab assistant, just don't tell Bruce!

-If you ever need someone to make up a game on the spot, get Tony Stark on speed dial.

-He isn't afraid to use bribery, let's be honest.

-"I will give you... let's say a crisp twenty, all for you, and a cupcake, if these toys are picked up in the next ten minutes." (It would work on me)

-Loves fun movie nights in with tons of popcorn and enough candy to fill the grand canyon

-That or lab dance parties.

-Self proclaimed funnest caregiver. He won't ever let that title go.

LITTLE:

-Ten to sixteen on the usual so he's a pretty big teen regressor!

-Validation seeker, and can you blame him?

-"Do you really like it? Do you think it looks weird? I think it looks a little weird. Are you SURE I can do that?"

-Was raised in such an emotionally unavailable household that when he DOES get into his feels they are loud and he makes it APPARENT.

-Yelling, screaming, and acting defensive.

-"Don't even give me that shit, I know you don't care."

-It can take a bit to calm him down. You just gotta hold him and remind him of where he is and who he is with.

-He craves affection, like a lot, but it so foreign towards it, he can't help but tense and draw away no matter how much he wants a simple hug.

-Regresses a lot when sleepy so you can catch him laying on his back, sprawled across something not good for said back.

-He doesn't talk much of his regression and can usually mask through it, even if he knew he shouldn't. He knows how he doesn't isn't pure or soft or really that fun. He knows it's nothing to be ashamed of when he's thinking straight, but still.

Welp, that hurt a little.

If you wanna see more, feel free to drop some asks and requests in my ask!!

[typewritingyip]

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New chapter! Yeiiiii. Now, please bear me with me yapping instead of sleeping.

"Less than five percent of military personal in the US transfer from military based programs to private ones, unless compatibility testing was ran by Doctor Shockwave.

At which point the number rapidly increases to eighty-seven percent."

Ughhh assholes. No more, just straight assholes for allowing Shockwave doing such things.

Like, they will just try to hide all this under the carpet if all this quintesson thing is finally over. Hopefully the don't die so they can affront justice, and dying is to easy for them.

"That was worse, that made Hound's skin crawl. Back in testing, back in the hands of those who wanted to tear him apart and rebuild him in their ideas. Fingers flexed in this holds on him"

Oh the boy and there would be probably no way to convince any of them that Wheeljack and Skyfire are actually nice, like, they both probably did shady things in the war, one more than the other (I'm pointing at wheeljack)

"The buzzing ringing in his ears as his throat tightened, anguish and fear, stinking fear he hadn't felt in ages."

I said to myself "oh, they can feel it, don't they????" And they in fact did.

"We came here to discuss the future plan of action, not everything as we have been. Although we should discuss your concerns at another time," Hound knew it wasn't meant to be dismissive, but it certainly felt that way.

Sweeping his failure under the rug."

It was definitively not dismissive, no, they wouldn't even consider it they are dramatic old people that cant get over the most minimal stuff. And if they cant get an idea out of their heads unless is the idk how many war crimes (and that) they committed they will neeever.

"They can no more undo that than we can undo the damage Megatron did to my vocalizer."

🧍‍♀️

"Knockout was meant to be at this meeting, which would have made it entirely more bearable"

Oh he cant go a meeting without being bitter about everything. But he cant go being bitter about everything without the other one guy is like him and is also bitter about everything.

"but he couldn't quite imagine Megatron doing that to anyone."

This will be a weird comparison but idk this reminds me of this one chapter on Earthspark, where twitch goes and tells Novastorm and Skywarp to go back to the cons, bc Megatron would never abandon them.

In. Front. Of. Starscream.

I know the pilots are far more mature but yet the idea they have of Megatron, I dare to say, is not so different from the one the terrans have of him.

"Uh, if I may," He lightly gestures towards the door, "I think I should attend to my husband."

They are so nice together oh girl they just. I want to eat their relationship for now sweet it seems.

""Sorry! Sorry, that is the lab's explosion alarm! I really shouldn't have left Brainstorm unattended, at least this long. Sorry Prime!" The other scientist, Wheeljack, stood and rushed from the room"

And of course there is Brainstorm, who denies the existence of any sort of ethic and will attempt to make a time machine to kill a vulnerable mech for someone who probably didn't correspond his feelings even if it kills him.

He probably didn't have his "hahaha I'm going to poison everyone" phase here, I hope. But I bet he's still. Em. Brainstorm, the self proclaimed best weapon inventor, or something like that. Weapons that are constantly turned down.

Did you know Wheeljack uses him as a measure scale? Like, "oh, a blackhole that could destroy the universe, 0.6 Brainstorms"

So, not the best guy to be around specially if you are afraid of scientist, specially the one who probably doesn't understand social, everything.

Oh god are they afraid of Percy???? (._.`)

And wheeljack, you have too much faith to leave him unsupervised for even a second.

"We have an explosion specific alarm now"

"Poor Skyfire needs some protection."

I swear the day Skyfire makes something blow up pretty badly no one will belive it and blame it in Brainstorm and Wheeljack and Starscream will support and spread that idea.

"Skyfire, values organic life. Above, nearly all else. Recommendation, aligning yourself with him is beneficial. Long-term gain, expected." Nodding slightly, he cleared throat, "Thank you." Then like that, Soundwave moved from the room."

Im surprised od how supportive Soundwave is.

Hes like "well, if Im not telling my boss then I'm going to make this 100% work, Prowl is apparently not suit for the job. Incompetent autobot"

"it was better than the new pilots barracks at MECHA."

Ughh assholes is not that hard to give someone decent living conditions even if with the bare minimum. Like at least good beds so they can fall into a coma.

"Their makeshift bedroom was on a side table near the window"

They so small.

"at least they weren't sleeping on the floor"

Actually sleeping in the floor is quite comfy 🤓☝️, even if it's metal. At least in my personal opinion.

"Sunny hugs him close and tight"

Oh the boys they are so nice they deserve nothing GOOD things happening to them.

👁👁

"Close enough to feel each other's heartbeat. Desperate to be closer at times, but this was them."

Ughhh, is this a reference to spark twins? Or they are spark twins in most continuities???? Like, oh boy.

"There'd been a young pilot he could remember that was a comet, though they hadn't ever really been stationed together"

That's Jesse, don't he?

"Megatron and Optimus who had returned to their conversation over comms"

Okay that's rude just bc you are the leader of your factions and the planet it doesn't excuse for not having manners.

Owww. They just worried for Hound and his crazy field.

Fuck I didn't copied these ones but. Optimus referring to Hounds field to gift and yet offering to get rid of it.

And Mirage being hesitant to leave for a moments I just expected him to just go invisible.

And everyone. And Sides calling Suny his full name and then they just comforting each other and then Hound revelation they are so young.

Im eating crumbs.

Love this chapter, as always, it's wonderful and a pleasure to read.

Take care <3333

To be fair, I did not see the yapping till morning.

Alright, let’s get into it!

When the government sees an asset, specifically in Shockwave’s effectiveness, they’ll use it until the bleeding becomes too much to handle.

War is war and sometimes you do things you don’t want to/regret doing.. but, some people have a better reaction to scientists and medics than others.

I personally hate the feeling of static in the air, it reminds me of the bad storms in the valley that more often than not caused flash flooding or roads to wash out. Stuff Hound would have experienced.

Yep.

I loved writing Starscream this chapter.. they’re at peace, but peace doesn’t heal all wounds and sometimes scars ache even after years.

God, it’s like you’re in my brain.. so, I’ll admit I love Earthspark, especially season one, so that bit of transformers lore has burrowed its way into my soul. I didn’t think about it for this, but now that you’ve said it.. I see it.

SkyStar, my beloved. 🥹

Brainstorm. Yeah, just.. Brainstorm. (Also, most pilots are not afraid of Percy, cause he does most of his testing on himself.)

Yep. Pretty much.

Oh yeah, Soundwave knows how valuable the humans are, no surprise there. But he also knows they need reassurance and specific paths for everything to work.

lol. The “New Pilot” barracks are effectively an incredibly outdated cheaply purchased army barracks, but it’s from like.. the 70’s. And never updated.

Smol.

I can get that, but I’ve done that for school.. it’s not fun.

“They deserved nothing GOOD things happening to them.” Well, if you insist.

Yeah, it is.

It is Jesse!

They aren’t meaning to be rude, but to them Hound’s hearing is like.. incredibly good so they can’t whisper without him hearing.

They are, it’s sweet.

Yeah, because he can see how uncomfortable it makes Hound..

I honestly thought about it but Optimus would have had none of it.

I’m so glad you loved this chapter, I loved writing it! Thank you!

[eternalwritess]

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☛ You and Denki did not know each other before UA! And at first the two of you didn't really know each other at all actually. I think it's safe to say that he was most likely relatively scared of you at first and this was most likely because of your style. You just intimidated him despite the two of you being relatively the same height (according to google ofc)

☛ He was teased constantly for this, Mina constantly picking on him because she was friends with you and knew already that you were a super cool and chill person. She would constantly talk you up to him, saying how he had no reason to be as intimidated of you as he was and that he should just talk to you

☛ He tried at first, oh boy did this poor guy try </3

☛ He walked up to you, tried to say hi, ended up spitting out a garbled mess, got a weird look from some of your classmates, and then he sprinted off screaming about how he was so dead and how he made a horrible impression... did I mention that Mina got it on video too? Did I also mention that she posted it to the class group chat?

☛ He never lived it down, even to this day he's never lived it down and it's truly sad in some way but oh well!

☛ You probably didn't really know what to think of him at the time and he probably would've been dead if Mina hadn't explained to you that Denki just didn't know how to interact with girls (which is true to some extent) and that you shouldn't take it personally because it happens practically all of the time with him (that's also kinda true)

☛ You shrugged it off but not for long as Aizawa partnered the two of you on a project together. This was mainly because he didn't want Denki partnering with anyone in the Bakugosquad... oh yeah! Did I mention that you totally fit in the Dekusquad? Your best friend's Deku btw! I can just see the two of you getting along really well together :)

☛ So anyways back to what you two were doing! In short it was a hero exercise. You basically just had to rescue a few dummies and stuff like that nothing too complicated, actually it was relatively easy compared to the other drills Aizawa had the entire class running earlier so you were both somewhat relieved that he hadn't decided to hit the entire class hard with it

☛ Also Denki was lowkey terrified and embarrassed when he heard he was going to be partnered with you, he knew that he made a VERY bad first impression and well just... impressions after that and he did NOT want to make it worse

☛ When a dummy was stuck within rubble the two of you had to think of an idea to get it out and when you asked him for suggestions he just kept stumbling over his answers before finally getting out that digging them out would take too long as you both had a time limit, and that instead you guys should probably try getting them unstuck by lifting whatever rubble they had caught on in the first place

☛ You agreed and the both of you managed to get the dummy out relatively quickly and getting a perfect score on the project. Denki was ecstatic, he'd never really gotten a perfect score on anything before and he immediately thanked you for carrying him and helping him get one

☛ But in response you told him that he helped you as much as you helped him so the two of you were even and THAT made him blush... wait a minute... HE LIKED YOU-

☛ For some reason it never occurred to him that one reason he was so afraid of you and of making a good impression was because he had a crush on you and DAMN was he embarrassed about it. You being kind to him off the get go did not help this at all btw <3

☛ Since then he began trying to get closer to you and he tries talking with you all of the time, although he still minds what he's saying and tries to act relatively chill. Slowly but surely he got you to warm up to him. He began inviting you to random hang out events and even if he didn't it was likely because you were already there yourself

☛ Jirou even started noticing how often the two of you would hang out together herself and soon asked you if you liked Denki... how you responded though is up to you :)

☛ At one point he asked you if you were interested in going to a movie with him and some of his friends and well who were you to say no? Mina and Jirou were also going after all!

☛ For about 90% of the movie he was watching you and making sure that he wasn't being weird or making you uncomfortable... granted you never really noticed but still... wanna know who did though? Mina :)

☛ Speaking of Mina guess who got him off his ass and confessing? You guessed it :)

☛ She couldn't stand the pining, but in a good way, she thought it was adorable the way he'd always say hi to you in the mornings and ask how your day was before literally anyone else in the class (unless you weren't there first ofc). He also began getting you small things that reminded him of you as well and just... how could she not ship the two of you together. Especially when he opened up more and more to you, getting louder and louder with you helping to hold him back whenever he got too crazy with it

☛ So one day she walked up to his door, knocked, and told him that he absolutely needed to confess to you and if he didn't then she was going to have a mental break down because she can't keep up with the pining and she really wanted to keep up with it! But! If she couldn't then she was gonna help play matchmaker with him!

☛ But she wasn't the only one helping! Kirishima was also there... oh yeah they dragged along Sero and Bakugo too. Bakugo was NOT helpful at all and Sero just messed around with Denki every now and then with Kirishima and Mina being the most invested. Kirishima was hyping him up, telling him how manly he'd be if he confessed his love to you and how even if he did get rejected (Mina slapped his for even mentioning the possibilty) then he would be there for him no matter what

☛ After about 5-8 hours give or take (YES IT TOOK THAT LONG-) Denki was ready. He walked over to you the next day and pulled you aside before asking you out. The words were jumbled and even though he planned on being 'cool' about it he was very clearly not. His entire face was red and he was constantly fiddling with his school uniform while doing it

☛ When you said you liked him back he got excited and electrocuted you a little on accident- it didn't hurt at all (thankfully) but he got so scared and started apologizing INSTANTLY saying how he hoped that you would still go out on a date with him and that you would forgive him for it

☛ You did forgive him :)

☛ Your first date was... the movies!! He took you to see a movie of your choice and bought literally anything that you would want before the both of you went into the theater

☛ Also he totally tried to pull the whole wrapping his arm around you thing while watching the movie, he was so nervous the entire time and you noticed :)

☛ He did do it though!! And that's still one of his proudest achievements to this day and he instantly told Kirishima and Mina about it the next day <3

☛ Mina - She's literally your biggest shipper and the moment that she found out that you both were DATING she squealed so loudly. She thinks that you're both perfect for each other and said that she wanted to be the flower girl at your wedding- to which Denki started telling him to keep it down because he was bright red at this point

☛ Kirishima - He was SO happy for his friend. Constantly praising him for being a man and telling you that you were perfect for him and he was perfect for you- vise versa. He was really excited

☛ Deku - He was a little confused at first, personally he did NOT pick up on the hints that you were dropping with Denki and stuff but when he found out he congratulated you with a smile

☛ Shoto - He figured it out... he made a whole bulletin board and everything and all because he wanted to figure out why you kept disappearing and why you kept hanging out with Denki so often (one theory was that the two of you were secretly villains trying to take down the school... don't ask how he came to that conclusion)

☛ Jirou - She was so happy! I'd imagine that the two of you would be pretty close together so she was ecstatic! She congratulated you and told you that if he ever did anything to hurt you then she'd beat him up!!

☛ Aizawa - He just said no PDA and that you'll be fine... he also said that it might be better to keep your relationship private when your pros because it could be dangerous but that's just his opinion and that you're both fine to do whatever you want in the future

☛ Relationship dynamics: black cat x golden retriever, sun x moon, high school sweethearts, opposites attract, pining pining and pining, lovesick x oblivious, love at first sight, and goth x gamer (is that a real trope?... idk i just saw it somewhere :>)

(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

☛ He vents to you every now and then, mostly about the whole people constantly calling him dumb thing. He finds himself to feel really safe with you and he loves that feeling that you bring him

☛ That being said you can also vent to him about anything, if he ever notices that somethings bothering you he'll wait till the two of you are alone to bring it up (mostly because he doesn't want to put you in the spotlight like that). He also won't give up unless you tell him whats wrong and that's a given and once he knows he does whatever he can to make it right

☛ He charges your phone for you all of the time and without complaint, sometimes he'll just see that it's low and will stick a charger it in and stick the other end in his mouth without warning and you got a little confused the first time that it happened but slowly just accepted that this was your new normal

☛ If you're out then he's out. Whenever you shop he most likely follows you and then sooner or later you'll both make a stop to the nearest gaming store where he'll but a BUNCH of a stuff and carry it back to the dorms and play the games. Sometimes you stay with him and just chill out too and he loves when you do

☛ He's the biggest sap ever with you but doesn't know how to express it into words so he kind just stares at you with hearts in his eyes instead, wordless every time he sees you. It's honestly adorable and Mina's taken it upon herself to snap pictures of it every single tie that it happens

☛ You make him laugh without fail every time, he's not even doing it because you're doing it but because he thinks that you're genuinely funny and one of the funniest people that he's ever met

☛ You could never fail or disappoint him. Actually it's kinda ironic seeing as how scared he was at first of disappointing you or making you mad at him when he first saw you. He always makes sure that you know that you're loved and will do anything it takes to show you that

☛ Every now and then he'll ask you to style him in your style just because he wants to know what he looks like in your style... and he loves it when you do. Whenever he goes to school like that it's a shock to the rest of the class but they've gotten used to it and think it's rather cute whenever the two of you do that

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #429

Today was a very unbusy day. Aside from the plan to go get sushi later with Ja, I didn't have much of anything to do. So I decided to sit and play Hades for a while.

During that time, I managed to send Hades back home three times in a row. I got them on video for you, because plot stuff happened after that, and... I think you'll find a number of the points relatable. Here...

Sorry if the third video is a little weird; it was time to go to the sushi place in the middle of the fight, and so I had to stop recording and leave my laptop on pause until I came back. So, I started recording again once I returned, and then I had to stitch the videos together in ClipChamp.

...I don't like ClipChamp very much because it makes the audio and video weird after the fact. But that's all I've got for now.

Well, in any case, J and I went to go see Ja at the sushi place. His job has been kicking his butt lately; he's gotta work 6 days every week, so it's been hard to find the time to hang out. Still, we message each other with some frequency, and he's a delight to be around. Very smart. And he's done a great deal of work on himself, too.

We talked about a variety of things, from the state of my my world at large to the various things happening in our lives. Naturally, I spoke of An. Ja had some wisdom to impart that prompted me to rethink my various thoughts and feelings about it. It boils down to this: I'm just gonna hafta be brave. I just don't really know how yet.

...I am not nervous around Ja. And I know I shouldn't be nervous around An, either. I can't tell you why my brain does how it does. It's very weird and I don't like it.

...I have to get it together.

In any case. We got a bunch of yummies at the sushi place that I wished I could share with you. Sadly, the best I can do is send along these pictures...

…

...I think, ultimately, I'm nervous around An because I feel ashamed and guilty about the fact that I find him attractive despite the fact that I barely know him at all. I feel like I shouldn't be attracted to people I don't know. And I feel like I shouldn't be attracted to people unless I know for certain that they're attracted to me. Which he almost certainly is not, because... I mean... c'mon. Look at me. You've read my letters up to this point and you know who I am; nobody sane wants a sad, awkward, insecure little goblin who eats too much cheese and consistently does, at best, a mediocre imitation of being a person.

I feel like unwarranted attraction does both me and the other person a terrible disservice. An is a person, not something upon which to apply a template of who I imagine him to be. He's a person, not something to daydream about. And... quite frankly, I feel somewhat disgusted with my brain about the fact that it's having all these weird feelings without my permission.

...I see the kind behavior towards others that he does. That is what my brain is zeroing in on. That is the entire basis upon which I'd like to spend more time with him. But... that by itself isn't anything substantial to base anything off of. Lots of people can act kind until they get behind closed doors. Like my mother. My stepmother. And my ex-partner S. And lots and lots more. My brain has absolutely no business trying to extrapolate from surface-level behavior, and I hate that my brain is trying to do that anyway. It's not fair on him.

I feel as though being attracted to An is inherently dehumanizing to him because I don't know who he is. I don't wanna do to him like others have done to me. I don't wanna end up building some false image of who he is, inside my brain. I think I see someone kind and good there, but... I don't know if that's actually true. And I'm afraid that if I ask for more time and more conversation to find out, I'm gonna be written off as “clingy”, “controlling”, “attention-seeking”, or just plain “annoying”. It's all stuff that's been said to me before by various people.

...Ja pointed out that it's no good to be friends with a person like that anyway. But... I dunno. I guess I'm afraid of being presented with more “evidence” that I don't quite fit in with other people, or more “proof” that I'm some repulsive, strange, and unwelcome thing that'll never quite belong.

...I wish that my brain would stop interpreting any and all rejection or even faint hints of rejection as “proof” that those who hurt me were right about me the whole time. Because, while rationally I understand that it just means I am incompatible with the specific person who rejected me, it still feels in my body like someone is squeezing my chest and trachea shut with their fists. And I'm annoyed at that, too, because it doesn't make any freaking sense; I'm not a helpless little girl anymore. And I'm surrounded by people who love me no matter how awkward I am, so like... what gives??? Literally, what is there for me to be afraid of besides a whole lot of nothing???

It's really stupid that I understand the mechanics and yet my brain insists on doing an irrational anyway. None of this is An's responsibility to deal with, so... I'm not gonna put any of this on him. I'm gonna deal with it by myself. It's not his fault that my brain is doing a bunch of bullshit nonsense. I'll... I'll figure out something.

...I guess I'll go craft something weird about it. It's chilly down here where my laptop is, anyhow. I need to be under a blanket, focused on literally anything else right now besides how cold my feet are.

...Thanks for putting up with my prattling as I try to stop my constipated brain from exploding everywhere over nothing.

Hey. Stay safe out there, will you? Both in your world at large, and within your own mind. Because I love you and I don't want any more bad things to happen to you.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[onim5]

Yandere Portgas D. Ace, 6

Chapter 6: A Smile

Female reader

Warnings: I won't spoil, so read at your own risk.

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You had stayed in Ace's chamber for four days. He came five times a day with too much food. He acted so kind and sweet that it was impossible to even get the thought of what a terrible man he actually was. But you knew. . . . . You knew him, but do you really. Pushing the food around on the plate, you looked at Ace, who sat on the bed munching on a bone of meat. "Ace, can you tell me a bit about yourself?" He looked surprised and then started talking about favorite foods. Surprisingly, he had a lot.

"I don't mean, likes or dislikes, but rather where you're from. Why your a piarate, a bit about your family, maybe. You know stuff like that." You mumbled, Ace sighs and then tells you about Dawn Island. It was different to see him like that. So soft and vulnerable. It was weird, though why did he trust you with such information? Why did he tell you that much? "And that's when I decided to join the Whitebeard pirates." Ace said as he felt nostalgia flow his mind. He kept on speaking, and it felt nice to remind himself of everything.

Ace glanced at you. He immediately got quiet and just stared. When your expression changed and a look of confusion settled, he excused himself and left. Making his way into a storage room. He hid in a corner and just fell down. The pictures of you in his mind had always been beautiful, but the one you had before he had glared was different. The smile was real, there were no hint of fear nor pain. It was just a wholehearted smile. Why had you not smiled like that to him before? Why did you give him one? Ace grabbed his hair.

He knew very well why you hadn't smiled like that to him. Ace shivered as he looked at his hands. You were unaware of this, but Marshall D. Teach had been missing for the three past days. Well, the reality was that Ace had gripped his neck and watched as he woke up weak due to the lack of air. And then he had carried Teach out to deck, knowing no nightwatchers would come until like half an hour. So he held him over the fence.

Teach had barely any air left and held on to his consciousness the best he could. Since when were Ace this physically strong? Teach's eyes were wide as he glared at the man who strangled him without any emotional expression. "Y/n is not yours." Ace said, his hand sparked with light of fire, and after some seconds, Teach was dead. He let go of the ablazed corpse and watched as it landed in the water, never to be seen again.

A single tear escaped his left eye as he reapeted the scene in his head. He had killed a man who didn't really do anything. Ace felt his hands. The attacks that he uses while having you in mind were strong, so strong that they hurt his hands for three days. He, of course, endured it. It didn't hurt anymore from that time, but he could still imagine the heat. Sighing Ace sat down in the corner of the room. Pushing down his hat, he tries to understand what he has done to make you smile for real.

You held Ace hand lightly as you two walked on deck. The other pirates greeted you and Ace. Marco walked up and reached out his hand. "The name is Marco, I'm in charge of the first division." He introduced. You shook his hand and answered by telling yours. Ace felt the jealousy thicken inside of him. But it disappeared fast as he saw your fake expression change a little. It was such a tiny change. He shouldn't have caught it. But it was hints of sadness, worry, anxiety, and fear. Damn, you Marco. Stop! She's afraid of me. Ace thought, he let go of your hand and smiled. "I need to do some stuff. Why don't you give Y/n a tour and show her the mighty Moby Dick. "Sure."

[rat-rosemary]

Just finished reading through your god of the wild posts and it's super interesting! I like the distinction between animal gods and human gods. Dream is just A Guy and the other gods are like untouchable beings.

I also like how humans have their own instincts that mix in with everything. Him pack bonding with snf in an afternoon is so funny. As is the whole humans are so clumsy they need to shapeshift thing

How do animals pray/interact with him? I know they pray with desperation/panic, but what about predators? How intentional are their "prayers" to him? Do only a few animals get blessings? Or like all animals do but they're temporary favors?

Also I'm curious, why do eret and puffy reject him as a god?

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Augh, this ended up a bit of a mess

Yess!! Dream is so young for a god as well. He is actually 20. When he Sapnap and George bonded he was really just 5. And sure, he could to all the stuff other gods do, could control every single animal in a thousand miles and have them all run to him, but why would he do that??

Animal-born gods are not born with deep machinations and history like human-born gods are. They're born so if something goes wrong there's a sentient being responsible for it

Humans will pack bond anything. That's their core instinct, let's make friends with as many creatures as possible. And that's why Dream is freaking out more and more, specially after prison, because he can tell that there is some kind of instinct not being fulfilled, but he doesn't understand what it is.

(Maybe if he was raised by wolfs, who have similar instincts, or if he was more omnipotent like how others gods like him are, then he would get it. But he isn't, so he just constantly feels his human devouts hungry for something)

Yesss. Look, Dream's blessing is like trying to run animal software on human hardware. They needed to shift at least a little or else they would break their legs.

A normal animal does not do religion like humans do. Sure, it knows gods exist, but it knows that in the same way it knows winter exists. It has no sense of prayer, and neither do their gods.

What animals "pray" with isn't even prayer. Animal-born gods exist to make it all a bit better and a bit less messy, but they don't need to focus on a prayer to do that, that's why most of them have no physical form.

(Dream was going to be one of those! But his dads (who have forms because they're representing the life and death of a rabbit) found him almost immediately after he was born, so he started copying them. Dream's truest form is something like a mandala of energy)

A dog hunting a rabbit is as desperate as that rabbit. It's hungry, tired, afraid for its life and its pups. They both need this, and who gets it and who doesn't is pure luck. Someone must die for the other to live, and in Dream's eyes neither is more guilty or deserving of help. He would bless even a dog chasing his own father.

Yes, only a few animals get Dream's blessing of shape-shifting, and that is pretty weird for animal-born gods! They normally have no specially blessed animals, and the only reason Dream does is his human influence! He bonded closely with a few animals and offered them a blessing like the one he gave to humans

He can give them temporarily as well, but he would only do this if he needed an army right now to fight against another force. He has no reason to do that tho, at least not in this au.

Both Eret and Puffy belive that they shouldn't have to subjugate themselves to Dream.

The kind of worship the folks in the dsmp have is not normal at all. Any other gods would demand full devotion from their followers, and both Puffy and Eret belive they're somehow losing something if they follow Dream.

Eret's atitude does partially come from their place as king, and Puffy from.... her pta mom vibes

Eret doesn't really belive she should get the blessing for free no strings attached, but Puffy really does. Like, if everyone else is getting one why can't she have one too?

But she's not like Philza, who believes he should have been granted this power up for free because Dream is an inferior God in some way.

I need to do a list of who is and isn't a devotee and how intense they are about it soon!

[utilitycaster]

if you're looking for any reason to write and/or procrastinate, i'd love to hear your alluded-to thoughts on people trying to shove already-extant blorbos into a ttrpg space? it's something i've tried to Strongly Discourage (if not outright ban) at my table and i've struggled putting into words why i dislike it so much. like obviously as a dm doing homebrew world stuff it's super discouraging to feel like your players don't want to engage with it, but even beyond that it feels like it doesn't Work and i'd love to hear if you have thoughts on Why That Is

Absolutely! The biggest reason is in fact the one you say: it's really discouraging as a DM, who is doing a lot more work than anyone else, to have someone not want to build a character informed by your world. This is collaborative storytelling, and they are not collaborating. Which isn't to say that player's preferences for the type of story shouldn't be considered, but there is something very different between, for example, Erika Ishii saying "hey Brennan, I would love to play a witch" in a setting everyone in the cast committed to building collaboratively, vs. coming to your table as a DM saying "hey, this is a world I've created, it is inspired by Norse mythology" and saying "cool this is my weird west cowboy OC, why isn't there a cowboy class."

I think the other reason, and here's where I might be guessing, but I think people can get uniquely rigid and protective of pre-existing OCs. I mean...I had a vague set of OCs inspired by a lot of the fantasy stories I read as a kid for literal years, and setting aside that they don't fit in neatly to a D&D system anyway, the thought of playing one and having them die at level 2 against some will-o-the-wisps is really not something I'm open to! When it comes to a lot of the games that have character progression and start relatively weak, like D&D, most people are thinking of a cool powerful mage, not a squishy L1 wizard with 2 spell slots! I think people are precious and impatient and rigid about a lot of their OCs, so they won't take the big swings that you need to make in order to have a good time in a TTRPG because they're too afraid of losing the character before they reach their final form - and, they have a final form in mind that they might be reluctant to deviate from. Sure, some people can get past this; but many people can't. They already have too much of a story in mind and aren't open to the one being told together at the table. They won't kill their darlings and so they're going to freak out every time Darling has to make a death save.

Finally: I personally think character creation is necessarily collaborative, in that party composition is important. To give an example: I have an idea of an Eldritch Knight who learned her magic from the eccentric wizard she guarded, who then died in a locked room mystery, and she was exonerated but considered suspect (and also felt guilty) and so is in need of employment and could easily fall into adventuring. This is a pretty flexible concept in most D&D settings because a lot of the specifics aren't at all filled in. However: let's say my friend says "hey, um, one of our players had a family emergency and needs to leave our game long-term. Do you want to join?" and I say "yes, absolutely" and they say "great, they were playing a bard and were our only healer, though we do have a warlock who can be the party face," I should not play the eldritch knight with no healing! It is in fact my responsibility to roll up with, say, a cleric!

So that's really why: you can and should bring vague concepts you want to explore to a table, but you really shouldn't pick from a fully fleshed out OC because that doesn't engage with the setting nor what the party needs.