#I’m in a rush with this one

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PUTTING FACE MASK ON ROOMMATE TOJI

The bathroom air was thick with steam from the shower, and the soft hum of the fan in the background made the atmosphere feel heavier. You sat on the edge of the sink, your legs spread just enough to give Toji room as he stood between them.

He was leaning slightly forward yet still remained at a respectful distance, arms crossed, his piercing eyes locked on you, exuding that usual mix of skepticism and quiet amusement.

“You want to put a face mask on me?” he asked, his voice a low, almost disbelieving drawl. “What do you think I am, some kind of pampered pretty boy? I’m a grown-ass man”.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile at how straight forward he is. “It’s not about pampering, Toji,” you said, your voice soft but insistent. “It’s just… good for your skin. I promise you’ll look way better afterward”.

His gaze flickered to your face then back to your hands as you reached for the jar of face masks sitting on the counter near you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the slight tension in his posture as he remained where he stood— right between your legs. You bit your lip, knowing it wasn’t going to be easy to convince him but you were eagerly determined to at least try.

“You’re a hard man to convince,” you said, trying to keep the teasing note in your voice light. “Of course I am,” he shot back, eyes narrowing at you slightly. “Not every guy is into all this ‘self-care’ shit, it’s weird”.

You grinned slightly, leaning forward just a little, your fingers brushing lightly against his chest. “Come on Toji!! Just let me do it, Pleasee. You might actually like it”.

For a moment, there was silence. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel the tension building between the two of you. It wasn’t like him to go along with something like this, and part of you wasn’t sure if he was going to back out or give in. Finally, with a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, Toji uncrossed his arms and straightened up slightly.

“Fine, kid,” he muttered. “But you better not mess this shit up or you’ll regret it”.

A small victorious smile tugged at your lips. You were about to reply when he stepped closer, his solid body now fully between your legs, the heat of his big, muscular form pressing against you.

His broad shoulders loomed above you as he leaned down slightly, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of mischief. You reached for the mask, your fingers brushing against his skin as you moved. His body was so close, the warmth of him nearly overwhelming.

“You’re lucky I trust you,” he murmured, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed that he wasn’t entirely serious.

You smiled softly up at him, your heart racing just slightly as you began to gently scoop the mask with your fingers. “You won’t regret it,” you said, your voice soft but teasing.

Slowly, you began applying the mask to his face, starting with his forehead and moving down. He lets out a low hiss at the sudden cold feeling as your fingers glided over his skin, careful not to miss any spots and you took your time, feeling his warm breath against your neck as he stood there like some statue, quiet and still.

Every now and then, your fingers brushed against his jawline and you could see his expression shift just the slightest— an imperceptible softening of his gaze like he was relaxed, even if he didn’t let it show.

You leaned in a little closer, the proximity between you making it hard to focus. His scent was intoxicating and his presence, while usually so confident and imposing, now felt… different, somehow. It made it even worse that the whole time, he’s straight up staring into your face, enough to intimidate you.

With each swipe of your fingers, it became harder to ignore how close you two were. His muscles tensed a bit every time your hands moved over his face but he didn’t pull away. He wasn’t exactly thrilled but he was letting you do it, which, in its own way, was more than you’d ever expected from toji, considering how stubborn he is.

“Almost done,” you said quietly, your breath catching in your throat when you accidentally brushed against the delicate side of his neck. His body stiffened slightly at the touch but he didn’t pull away.

When you finished applying the mask, you stood back slightly, your legs still gently resting on either side of his waist. You looked up at him, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was thick, the air charged, and the bathroom felt smaller with him standing so close.

“You’re not bad at this,” he said, breaking the silence with a gruff chuckle.

You smiled, a little proud of yourself for getting him to relax enough to let you finish. “Told you,” you said, your voice teasing, “You look way more relaxed with it on”. And truthfully, you’d go far as to say he looks very adorable like this.

Toji didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he moved slightly, his hands suddenly gripping your waist. Before you could react, he lifted you off the sink, his strength surprising as he set you down gently on your feet. The motion was swift but surprisingly tender, and for a moment, you stood there breathless from the sudden closeness.

“But next time,” he muttered as he stepped back, “No more face masks”. You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful grin. “Ugh are you serious??, you’re no fun, old man”.

He shot you a sideways glance, the faintest hint of a smile curling at his lips. “Don’t push it, kid,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual before turning away and walking toward the door, leaving you standing there, your heart still racing from the proximity and the unexpected tenderness beneath his usual tough exterior.

You wondered if you should tell him, he has to wash it off or not.

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Neurodivergent Girl

[aranciangelo]

surprise gifts ( + appearances) ❤️🖤💙

[ewwww-what]

Nobody is as excited about the preview as I am. I have paragraphs.

[bbonbonss]

✥ hunting duo ✥

a counterpart to this piece I did in 2023

[thewizardwithmagicways]

“Now I understand It was inevitable that she became Dark Enchantress cookie…”

[applestorms]

(tw for extensive discussions of dubiously consensual sexual situations, typical to canon. also spoilers for the decay route update)

honestly, one of the most interesting aspects of andrew's psyche that we get to see in the most recent decay route update to me is his nearly unending hesitancy about having sex with ashley, despite both his overwhelming desire to AND her incredibly blasé, Yeah Sure Let's Do It attitude in response to the question.

while the end of the burial route provides some key insight into ashley's point of view regarding this topic (e.g. if you go with the less enthusiastic/more teasing answer to andrew's question of "we're not like that, right? right??"), and the shots & such ending provides even more intrigue into her motivations, i think that decay presents two key reasons as to why andrew has continued to hold back for so long: his two core conflicting desires, and an inability to see ashley as her own full person. notably, both of these parts can easily be connected to his mother's childhood abuse and parentification of him as well.

with regards to the first point: andrew has two main overwhelming desires at the heart of his character that motivate most of his actions, which unfortunately for him are completely incompatible. andrew wants:

to be a normal, average person-- someone who can hold a steady, respectable job, fit in at the block party BBQs, and not attract any negative attention from the neighbors.

to fuck his sister.

to some degree, you could even read the distinction between the two main routes themselves (burial and decay) to be motivated by whether or not andrew can diffuse the tension between these two wants-- in burial, he gives up on his need to fit in with the rest of respectable society, presumably pushing him more towards the fucking-his-sister route; in decay, he struggles significantly to let go of this desire for normalcy, and the stress almost always breaks him. notably, in neither of these routes can he fully give up on the second desire-- really, his relationship with julia and the rest of his life up til the point that ep1 begins has been about him trying and failing to do so, so this makes sense.

(sidenote: i would also like to clarify that i think the Most key distinction between these two routes comes down to the decision you actually have to make to get one or the other-- namely, whether or not the siblings are able to trust one another. but anyways)

this focus on the first desire for normalcy is also interesting in that it seems to be one of the core desires that renee holds as well, as we see her so happily boast about during their interactions in ep2. honestly i could probably write a whole post about how much andrew (consciously or, more often, not) mimics his mother's behavior and takes on her standards and ideals, but the key point to pay attention to here is the fact that andrew has subsumed his mother's viewpoint in such a way that he is either not fully aware of or simply hasn't questioned in all that much depth yet.

we can also see this with the aforementioned parentifiication, which has really interesting consequences on how much andrew does (not) see ashley as her own autonomous person. pretty much every single childhood flashback we get in 3a shows the same terrible cycle:

andrew is told by renee that ashley is His responsibility -> ashley causes problems on purpose -> andrew takes the fall for her

frankly, we don't even really need that first step for andrew to fully internalize the idea that ashley's actions are His to take responsibility for. the horrible consequences of this are also quite obvious: not only is this pressure to take responsibility for someone else's actions an incredibly unfair burden to put on anyone, much less a kid, but it also continually pushes andrew to see ashley as something less than human, or as little more than an extension of himself rather than her own person.

the main conflict in decay really comes down to this conflicting desire between the two of them, where what both andrew and ashley want above all else is Complete and Utter control over the other-- andrew wanting control because he has again been groomed to see ashley as his full responsibility, and ashley wanting control to assuage her own insecurities and fears about being isolated and hated forever. the more sympathetic throughline underlying a lot of this is that what both of them seem to want is safety, to protect both themselves and each other from any and all situations outside of their control-- though, unfortunately, a lot of times those exact external situations are simply the other acting on this mirrored desire for control lol.

anyways, going back to the sex thing-- since andrew doesn't see ashley as her own person, since he sees her as incapable of taking responsibility for her own actions and therefore as someone who cannot make decisions for herself, due in large part to him automatically transferring this burden to himself, andrew also sees ashley's consent as essentially meaningless.

the more sympathetic reading here is that andrew does genuinely want ashley to be at least kinda into it as more than a manipulation tactic/transactional thing-- but i think it's also equally likely that andrew simply doesn't want to have to once again shoulder the full burden of Committing Incest on his own, and he doesn't trust ashley to ever be even capable of taking the fall for her own actions. the fact that andrew still ultimately sees ashley as Leyley and NEVER as Ashley Proper (as he himself recognizes at one point) really just reinforces this to me. he says it himself-- he practically raised this woman. and in this case, even above all others, ashley's actions are quite literally also his own. it all goes back to that initial mistrust, and he carries that resentment with him even after they get around to actually doing it. mutually dubious consent, truly in-fucking-deed.

[goldnightshaade]

@foxquinweek Week Day 1

[cutestponyyyy]

Baby your feelings are totally okay, you’re okay and safe here. It’s alright to cry sometimes and to let it go. You don’t have to be strong all the time.*I say caressing your sweet cheeks and letting you cry in my arms as long as u need, while reassuring you*

[lunar-years]

Oh. I’m terrified.

[the-palelady]

could you mayhaps perhaps potentially elaborate on simon meeting the love of his life????

this made me giggle

but absolutely

because when i tell you he is down bad…he is down bad bad.

the tickets were soap’s, but he couldn’t possibly go alone. kyle might have been down to attend, but in johnny’s eyes asking simon, a quiet man who you wouldn’t catch dead in a crowded place like this, sounded much more interesting.

of course, simon was reluctant, saying no a million times before he finally gave in. which took some bribing on soap’s end (listen, free beer is free beer).

the show was packed. shoulders touching shoulders, people practically climbing over one another as the stadium’s energy became more intense. but simon had to admit to himself that he was enjoying it, tapping his foot to the beat of the music, a beer in one hand and his free hand shoved into his pants pockets. the colorful lights reflected off his amber eyes until the shine of your own eyes caught his attention.

you were so bright eyed and full of energy. you sang each song, word for word, with the people around you, uncaring of what was going on beyond the walls of the stadium. it was just you and the music. simon almost felt like he was intruding on the peaceful moment you were having (even though ride the lightning is hardly a peaceful song).

it took until almost the end of the show for him to finally work up the courage to speak to you, pushing through the crowd of people as he followed you out to the lobby.

once the concert was over, johnny turned to simon only to find a group of teenagers standing in his place. soap didn’t expect to lose his lieutenant in a place like this. but after almost 30 minutes of searching, he really didn’t expect to find simon leaning against a wall, hands once again nestled into the pockets of his jeans and his hooded head tilted downwards, seemingly looking at something.

“there ya fuckin’ are, lt. been lookin’ for ya fo-”

johnny’s mouth locks itself shut when you come into view, his words not even reaching simon’s ears, too fixated on you.

tiny little thing you are in comparison to simon, monster of a man he is. you have a band shirt on, makeup done although your eyeliner is a bit smudged, and hair jostled about, sticking up in some places. your fingers fiddle with one another, clasped together as you rambled on about something to romeo in front of you.

a sea of people has to step around johnny, his jaw practically touching the floor as he watches simon’s usually disinterested expression stay locked onto you, eating up every word that slips from your mouth. he can see the fireworks going off in simon’s eyes, the subtle nod of his head, urging you to keep speaking. his mouth moves under the black mask that obscures the lower half of his face, but johnny’s not close enough to hear what he’s saying.

even sees his shoulders shake, laughing at something you had said, to which you join in with your own giggles.

after some time, someone shouts, and from the way you perk up, johnny assumes it’s the group you came to the concert with. when you turn back, he utters something before his hand slips out of his pocket, holding his phone out to you.

you take the device with a smile, tapping something in before handing it back and leaving with a big grin spreading across your face, cheeks rosy red and eyes just as sparkly as simon’s.

johnny’s voice doesn’t even break simon from his thoughts when he finally approaches him, still watching you scurry away with your friends.

“thought i was ‘ere to see metallica?! no’ fuckin’ romeo and juliet.”

[chellychuu]

Happy Easter! 🐇

[writeyourdarlings]

an early christmas fanart🤭❄️

[blood-and-breath]

[lotus-pear]

BIO EXAM DONE THANK GOD 💯💯💯💯 genuinely why was the entire frq cell signaling and dna transcription/translation IM GONNA KMS i knew the minute i saw the first one i was cooked 🥀🥀