#doing actual character tags for once... scary

[marshemillow]

So I'm like 30 or 40 years old and I have been reading fanfic since well before A03 was established. I have read thousands and thousands of fanfics in my life, possibly tens of thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands. I don't know. Across all the different platforms where I've read fic, it adds up to exactly...a hell of a god damn lot of fic.

And since the birth of tagging, I cannot tell you a SINGLE time I have EVER come across a fanfic that had any significant content that was untagged. Not ever. Not once. I have NEVER been jumpscared by untagged gore, or untagged noncon, or untagged sexy underage shenanigans, or untagged incest, or anything. And it's not like I read exclusively G-rated soft fluffy stories about baby puppies or anything, I'm a big reader of all the "bad" icky wrong nasty stuff like dark romance and psychological fuckery and characters of dubious morality.

And yet, I apparently cannot get through one single day without seeing someone on social media (twitter, tumblr, tiktok, etc) loudly complaining about how much they HATE being constantly assaulted by untagged fanfic. About how much they HATE all the authors who "never tag their fics"

And I don't know. I'm sorry, but I just can't delude myself into believing that untagged fics are anywhere NEAR as common as these people claim. I genuinely do not believe that ANYBODY is getting jumpscared and assaulted by untagged incest or untagged rape multiple times a day. You just cannot convince me that's a thing that happens. Because the way these people tell it, it's as if a solid 60-70% of all fanfic on the internet exists with 0 tags and 0 summary and poor little readers are simply forced to roll the dice and are therefore constantly exposed to untagged incest lolicon porn all the time, in a never ending cycle.

And what's funny is I've ASKED these people about those so-called untagged fics. I've responded to their posts and said "Oh no, if a fic had something like that untagged it's a problem. Where was this fic posted, what was the title of the fic, and who was the author?"

And they never, NEVER have an answer. They either ignore my comment and pretend it doesn't exist, or they respond but refuse to actually answer the question. Sometimes they even hide or delete my comment, which tells me everything I need to know.

Obviously there will be the occasional fic missing a tag, possibly even an important tag. Of course that's something that happens. But in my entire 20+ years of obsessively reading everything single fic I can get my filthy little hands on, it's happened so rarely that it barely warrants being notable. And even then, 9 times out of 10 it's because the author just genuinely made a mistake and they will happily fix their tags if you politely point it out to them.

Maybe other people have different experiences than me and come across untagged fic more often. Sure, okay. But there is NO world that exists where explicit extreme incest gore smut is being sprung on readers multiple times a day. The literal children on Tiktok making videos complaining about "I thought it was gonna be a cute Bluey fic but the UNTAGGED INCEST AND PEDOPHILIA!!!!" are simply lying about this being a thing that happens to them often enough that they've had to make over 400 videos about every single time it's happened to them.

There isn't even ENOUGH underage incest rape porn on A03 for this to possibly happen as much as these people cry about it happening. Like it's statistically literally impossible.

I'm willing to believe that untagged fics exist maybe 1% as often as people say they do. Maybe even 0.5%

You just cannot sell me the lie that there are millions and millions of spooky scary untagged dad/daughter rape porn fics floating around out there. It's simply not true. Hell, in my experience, excessive OVER-tagging is a much more notable occurance.

It's ironic because I'm far more triggered by real death and rape threats towards real people than I am by fictional misdeeds, and yet that's never tagged or warned for in the slightest. If noncon fiction is really such a threat that it needs extensive tagging, then you'd think these people would think twice about sending real gore and actual CSAM to proshippers in order to "own" them and "prove" that fiction is actually real.

But wait, that would require admitting they have an egregious double standard that values the fake lives of fictional characters over the very real lives of actual flesh-and-blood human beings. And it would require admitting that they care more about being offended and uncomfortable than they do about other people being able to process their trauma and find community.

And we can't have that now, can we?

[realjem-art]

alright whatever go my thangs

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[jj-one]

HOW JUNGKOOK WOULD TREAT HIS BIMBO GF 🍥

pairing: established relationship, bf!Jungkook x bimbo!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, piv, unprotected sex, an*l, oral (m receiving), t*tty f*cking, drooling, use of the word daddy (only once)

**old repost from my deleted blog (05/24/23)

- Having a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend was a given for Jungkook, he loved the fact that y’all were both smoking hot and turn heads everywhere you go

- The stark contrast between your appearances drove him insane

- His aesthetic was more dark and mystique, is also heavily tattooed while you always wore pink and pastels, having bare skin

- Is so enamored with the idea of you being the total opposite of him, he always feels like he’s corrupting your sweet innocence

- Kinda treats you like you’re his eye candy anywhere he goes, has you wrapped up on his arm like it’s a leash

- He’s been debating getting an actual leash for you since you constantly trip and fall whenever you’re out with him

- You were just so ditzy and clumsy… it was your character flaw yet Jungkook saw it as an endearing quality

- Also loved that you were an airhead, clingy, and always wanting his attention ;( makes the joy of him coming home to you all the more thrilling <33

- Always buying you pink and girly thingsss

- Whenever he sees something hello kitty or barbie related he instantly thinks of you and buys it

- CONSTANTLY wants to spoil you, omg this man would spend every dime he could on you just to make you happy

- He looooves taking you out shopping because that’s your favorite activity !!

- He splurged on you the other day, buying you any color of that Dior lip oil that you were obsessed with, it was worth it since he’d be the one taking it off your lips afterwards

- Jungkook enjoys watching you try on skimpy outfits for him, the shorter the skirt the better— don’t get him started on the way your hardened nipples peek out the fabric of your shirts…

- Likes to play dress up with you like you’re his personal doll

- He’ll put you in a pink lace slip dress one night and the next he’ll have you wear white see-through lingerie for him; that is only when you two are in private of course

- Frequently teaches you new things so you keep up to date with current news and other events, he knows you aren’t the brightest but you have a heart of gold and do your best to comprehend everything he tells you !

- When watching movies you often pause to ask questions about the film because you don’t get it

- Jungkook made you watch ‘Inception’ with him one time and it absolutely rotted your brain

- He enjoys explaining the movie to you in a babying way, dumbing it down for you to understand it as your mind is blown away by all the knowledge he drops on you

- Laughs at your inability to comprehend the plot and pats your head while teasing you

- “Awww, you poor little thing…can’t even understand the simple concept of a movie.”

- It really really really turns him on when you wear high heels, the higher the heels the higher the tent in his pants grew

- You wore the sexiest 6-inch stripper heels for him and he fucked you out completely while you had them on, he thinks he might have a heel fetish or something

- Absolutely adores your bright & bubbly personality !! Will praise you any time he hears you say something smart

- “Did you know that Sloths can hold their breath longer than Dolphins???” You would ask him randomly.

- “No I didn’t, but thanks for the fun fact babe. You sound so cute when you talk about things you’ve discovered.”

- “It was on the back of my Snapple cap, how cool is that?! See look!!”

- He will never not be impressed by your lack of awareness, you lived in your own little bubble and he wanted to shield you from all harm and scary things

- Is sooo completely obsessed with your body

- Your bouncy tits, your curvaceous hips, and your cute plump butt was the perfect sight to send the blood rushing to his cock

- Loves. To. Fuck. You. So. Dumb.

- Uses your hole like it’s a fleshlight and loves cumming inside you repeatedly

- Dumping all his cum into your little bimbo cunt was the only thing he needed in his life

- Often catches you drooling at him, when you do this he scoops it up with his finger and puts it back in your mouth

- His favorite part of sex with you is seeing your fucked out face

- The stare you give him while you deepthroat his cock was enough to make him combust

- “Look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth, such a pretty little slut for me..”

- The way he would degrade you but praise you in the same breath confused you in many ways yet you enjoyed every minute of it

- Your makeup would be all smeared, mascara would be runny, the Dior lip gloss he bought you fully transferred to his cock now

- Can never choose between if he likes doggystyle or cowgirl more since both positions he gets to look at your assets with a nice view

- Lots of titty fucking, loves having your big round tits around his cock, making a mess all over your chest once you milk him clean

- He owns all your holes, he likes to use your tight little ass from time to time

- After lubing it up nice and gently, he would go to town on your ass just pounding into your fuck hole viciously

- “What a fucking whore you are, gonna keep fucking your tiny hole until I pump every last bit of my seed in you.”

- Turns him on so fucking much when you start babbling and unable to speak proper sentences

- You’d whimper and hiccup with frustration from the way his cock made you feel

- His love language will always be making you feel so low. So small compared to him that you don’t even feel worthy of his presence at times

- “Can’t stop drooling all over yourself? Already too dumb and fucked out to continue, hmm?? Oh never mind, you’re already dumb…just shut up and take daddy’s cock like the good little slut you are, you were made for taking cock anyway.”

[suhsweet]

for halloween ⟡ kmg

wc: 3097 | pair: bf!mingyu x afab!reader | genre: smut, 18+ (minors go away) | tags: horror movie mentions, brief mention of gore (in relation to horror movie), living room sex, netflix & chill, size kink, fingering, reader has medium to long hair

summary: “I want to see if we can fuck each others’ brains out, so good to the point that we forget that there’s a scary movie playing right in front of us.”

authors note: sorry, i’ve been away for forever. with halloween coming up, i rushed this to get it out in time. it's not the best, but please enjoy <3

“Kim Mingyu, we are not spending our Saturday night watching a horror movie out of all things.”

“Sure we are, for Halloween.”

You smack a palm against your forehead, watching your stupid boyfriend flick through stupid Netflix on the stupid TV to search for a stupid horror movie. The options flick past, each movie poster looking more creepy and gruesome than the last.

“You forgot the biggest issue here. We both hate horror movies. We don’t like horror.”

“I know, but I think I might come to love it after tonight,” Mingyu smirks to himself and he waves you over towards him.

“Why do you think that?” Your eyes narrow, watching your soon-to-be-dumped boyfriend choose a film that you didn’t bother to learn the name of. As the screen goes black, the movie poster remains in your mind. All you remember are the blood splatters on the main character’s face, and the shadowy figure behind them.

The image brings about a chill down your spine, causing you to spin around and start heading for your shared bedroom. “Nope. Actually, don’t worry. Enjoy your movie! I’m just gonna hide here for the next hour and forty five minutes...”

“Baby no!” Mingyu laughs and you hear him follow you.

The heavy slap of his house slippers rapidly follow you as you speed away, a squeal threatening to escape your throat. Nevertheless, you're effortlessly scooped up into his arms bridal style.

Maybe if you close your eyes and go limp like a dead fish he’ll change his mind��� You give up on fighting your boyfriend's strong hold, allowing your head to flop backward and your arms to your sides.

Entering the living room once more, Mingyu's laughter echoes throughout the apartment. Still holding you in his arms, he falls onto the plush sofa causing the both of you to let out a simultaneous ‘oomph’.

He keeps you sideways on his lap, one arm braced around your waist. He fusses over you, brushing your hair out of your face as he acts oblivious to your squirming.

You're trying your best to wriggle your way out of this cage of yummy tanned skin and muscle before he presses play on the movie. “Let me goooooo!”

“No!” Mingyu grunts, and if you thought his hold was tight enough, he pulls you in even tighter.

After three minutes of Mingyu chuckling at your poor attempts of escape, you eventually give up. It's times like these that you remember that he goes to the gym everyday, and never fails to meet his target protein intake. With him sitting down, you also forget he looms over you like a skyscraper. Fighting him is impossible.

You pout, crossing your arms with a soft, "Hmmph."

Mingyu gives a satisfied whoop as he settles you in his arms. Your attempts of appearing annoyed with him immediately dissolves as the ominous music grows louder.

Suddenly, the lamp beside your sofa switches off. Apart from the TV itself, it was the main source of light in the otherwise dark room. Your head whips over to see Mingyu in the process of retracting his hand from the switch, a devilish grin on his face.

“Where is my boyfriend!?” You practically wail. “My Mingyu wouldn’t even look at the horror section on Netflix!”

Mingyu just chuckles to himself. You bury your face in his chest, and wrap your arms around his neck. The beginnings of the jump-scares and screaming starts, and you feel the thrum of your pulse quicken.

Mingyu coos at you and begins to rub his hand across your back rhythmically. His other hand cradles your head to him. His lips softly press kisses into your hair, slowly trailing down to your temple, cheek, jaw, and then your neck. The kisses gradually go from sweet and brief, to slow and burning. You can hear his lips coming into contact with your skin, and the soft suction of his mouth.

“Mingyu…” You clench the fabric of his hoodie in your fist.

“I had a thought,” he says, completely ignoring you.

“Something you should stop doing after this,” you grumble. Being scared and horny is a weird and unfamiliar sensation.

Mingyu chuckles softly. The light touch of the back of his pointer finger tickles your cheek. You notice the way his eyes become half-lidded, hypnotized. “I want to see if we can fuck each others’ brains out, so good to the point that we forget that there’s a scary movie playing right in front of us..”

A shocked laugh bubbles up inside of you. It takes you a second to process the unexpected turn of events. “For Halloween?”

“Yup,” the side of his mouth quirks up slightly as your eyes meets his.

“You better make me scream louder than her,” you point your finger to the TV screen where all sorts of terror is occurring to the main character.

Mingyu kisses up and down your jaw once more, his fingers gripping your sides as if wondering whether to rip off your clothes or take them off intact. “I’ll try my best, baby.”

Suddenly upright and straddling Mingyu’s lap, your fingers snake through your lover’s hair. Through your lashes, you delight in the way he completely succumbs himself to your touch. Like he's happy to take anything that you'll give him, his head is tilted backwards and his eyes are shut.

Mingyu is chasing your lips when you pull back from the kiss, refusing to have your faces more than an inch away from the other. You’re about to tease his dopey expression when the back of your head is held in place by his hand, and his lips are back on yours. Your teeth clash briefly before you find your rhythm, his tongue teasing your own. And all while this is happening, he’s humping up into you.

“How am I already pussy drunk and I haven’t even taken your clothes off?” Mingyu whispers into your ear, nipping the lobe before kissing your neck. He’s licking stripes, making marks, and worshipping the skin where your jaw and neck meet. The sensation has your toes curling and your eyes screwing shut.

“Min…gyu,” you sigh out. Your hands steady themselves on his firm shoulders and you begin to grind against his heavy bulge. He watches in amazement, lazily palming your breast and breathing heavily.

You’ve always loved the sounds that Mingyu makes when you fuck. His raspy voice was already attractive, but in bed? When it’s heavy with lust and need for only you? It’s fucking heavenly.

“So, so pretty,” Mingyu sighs, eyes rolling when your hips move a certain way. You pause to reach under the waistband of his black sweats, easily finding his arousal.

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the shape of your bottom lip. You immediately catch it in your mouth and start sucking it like you would a lollypop. Your tongue in particular starts drawing patterns on the pad of this thumb. Mingyu’s gaze seems to grow darker as he watches you.

Immediately he retracts his hand, and starts stripping you of your shirt. You help take off the last of it off your body while Mingyu eagerly latches his mouth onto your chest, a hand greedily grabbing and squeezing the one that doesn’t have the attentions of his tongue.

You’re the one holding his head close this time. You watch Mingyu with his mouth on your tits, licking and sucking as if you’re his life source. He looks completely drunk on you, focused on worshipping your body. Your sounds encourage him to reach down into your pants, nudging away your panties to find your slick folds.

His fingers outline the folds of your pussy, then focus on your clit. You hum with approval as he starts drawing circles on the little nub. You feel him go back to tasting your tits, switching between kissing your neck and whispering dirty things into your ear.

“Your fingers… Fuck,” you pant. “I’m gonna-”

“I know baby,” Mingyu takes in your expressions with a satisfied smirk. His fingers speed up, pressing firmly. He pulls your head down to kiss you, wanting to feel you moan against his lips as you cum.

And you do; with your lips pressed to Mingyu’s, holding onto his shoulders as you buck against his fingers. His gaze burns into you, and it's so intense that if you weren’t in the middle of an orgasm, you would’ve blushed furiously.

As you come down from your high, Mingyu's there to hold you steady. You lazily kiss him, telling him thanks with your tongue and soft moans. His fingers dive into your hair, making your pretty tresses snake around his fingers. He plays with the ends of the strands just as you pull away and start to get on your knees.

"What're you doing?" He whines, hands gripping your arms firmly.

You frown. "Returning the favor."

"No, no, no," he rushes out. You're pulled back up on your feet when Mingyu unceremoniously yanks your pants down and pulls you back onto his lap. "I need you now."

You giggle at his desperation, and allow him to manhandle you. He strips himself of his shirt while you line his cock up to your pussy. You’re so close to having him stretch you out that your toes curl from anticipation.

However, after many lessons learnt you remembered to prep yourself at the last second. Effortlessly, you lean down to spit onto Mingyu’s cock, rubbing it all over the tip until it glistens.

Mingyu groans. “It’s so hot when you do that.”

You wink at him. His grip on your waist keep you steady as you slowly lower yourself. On instinct your eyes flicker to his to watch the minor changes in his expression as he feels your body take him. The softening of his eyes, the soft flare of his noise and the plush of his lips caught between his teeth.

And although the two of you have had sex enough times to know the other’s body like their own, the feeling of you bottoming out on his cock never gets old. Feeling so full, and so stretched out, nothing could feel as good as Mingyu’s heavy cock.

His eyes seem to dart across every plane on your face, wanting to take in your expressions too. You tenderly kiss him on the mouth and slowly start to move.

“Fuck…” Mingyu breathes out, his eyes fluttering closed.

As you start to work your body on his dick, Mingyu’s arms circle around your body. His trunk-like arms keep you close to him as he presses his head into your shoulder, breathing heavily and taking in your scent.

It’s so intimate, and perfect until you hear the movie and remember that it's still playing. Your attention unintentionally flickers over to the TV just in time to witness a jump scare. The sudden close up of the monster's morbid features, combined with the loud music has you squeezing Mingyu tighter, and a minor squeak leaves you as you jump in fright.

Mingyu’s perks up, alert. You briefly witness the protective side of him come out. His misplaced concern has you feeling sorry, and a small laugh escapes you.

His expression softens when he looks back at you and sees you smiling. He doesn't say anything, but his face asks you about what happened.

"I saw a jump scare," you admit, noticing your movements have slowed.

Mingyu shakes his head in mock disappointment. "Well that won't do. My theory would be proven wrong..." His warm, large hands trail upwards from your hips to your sides. His warm palms smooth over your upper back, creeping up past your shoulder blades before stopping at the curve of each of your shoulders.

You gaze up at him just as he pulls your body down onto him by your shoulders. The sudden intrusion doesn't hurt, but it makes you gasp. Suddenly feeling full brings an unfamiliar pleasure, and judging by your lover's face, he definitely loves it.

Mingyu's heavy lidded gaze never strays from your face, but he breaths heavily as he fucks up into you. His grip never weakens, even while your chanting his name, even while your legs squeeze together in an effort to halt his movements as you come. He manages to continue to fuck you regardless.

That has you forgetting about the movie in an instant.

"Holy... Fuck," you groan in between heavy breaths.

"What do you think of the movie so far?" Mingyu teases as he lifts you off of him and onto the sofa, on your back. As he covers your body with his own, you feel him tease your breasts. Each nipple is pinched, and the other even gets a little nip.

"Mmm," you gather your hair out from under you in an effort to get comfortable. You reach between your legs to reach for his cock. "What movie?"

Mingyu laughs as he slowly kisses up your chest and onto your lips. Your open mouthed kisses are interrupted by the sensation of him filling you up, and the two of you groan into each other's mouths.

"Fuck, angel," Mingyu's rasping into your mouth. He lays his right forearm down next to your head, while his other arm is next to your waist holding himself up. They both work to keep his weight from crushing you, but allows him to still feel every inch of your skin touching his own. "You don't understand how much I fucking need you."

Feeling caged in like this has you feeling so safe that you start to go delirious. Everywhere you look is Mingyu. If you look up, you'll find him watching you with your name escaping his lips like it was a prayer. If you look between your legs, you can see the silhouette of his heavy cock thrusting into you, making you feel so full. If you look to either side of you, you'd see his muscles working to keep himself up.

"So good," you gasp. He seems to agree from the way that his head dips down to kiss you. Your bottom lip gets stuck in-between his teeth as he sucks at it hungrily.

Unlike you, Mingyu isn’t caged in. He has the freedom to look anywhere but down, to avoid looking at your pretty face and increase the chances of him coming early. Yet, like magnets, his eyes can’t stray far from your pretty lips or flushed cheeks. The little sweat beads that decorate your face are his doing, just like the fucking delectable view of your breasts bouncing from his thrusts.

The possessive side of him revels in the fact that only he can see you like this. He likes that it’s because of him that you’re feeling this pleasure.

Your arms loop around his neck, tugging his head back down. Your lips meet in another round of hungry kisses. The two of you are as close of you can get, sharing the same breath, with your foreheads pressed together. Your skin is slick with sweat– his or yours, you're not sure. Mingyu looks close, and to catch up, you bring your fingers to your clit.

"Good girl," he praises. "Make sure you come with me. Come on this cock, baby."

You can't even give him a proper reply. All you can do is nod as you watch him work you both to the edge.

Without warning, you feel yourself come first and your words come out slurred. "'Gyu, 'm cummin'."

Your words act as the catalyst and Mingyu squeezes his eyes shut. He buries his head into your neck, allowing only you to hear his deep moans.

The last of your orgasms drain from the two of you, and you laugh softly up at your lover. He grins down at you, leaning in to kiss you when the final jump-scare from the movie makes itself known.

A loud screech from the movie’s demon, combined with the sharp music has you both jumping in fright. Mingyu collapse onto you, hugging your body and burying his face into your neck. You instinctively stretch your arms around his shoulders as if that would protect him from any bad guys, and you shut your eyes from seeing any more of the film.

The music changes after a few seconds, making you peek an eye open. The credits are creeping up the screen, and you let out a loud sigh as you go limp.

Mingyu’s head perks up to look at you, and then the TV. “Hey! We did it.”

You laugh, remembering the stupid theory your boyfriend came up with. Your hand rises in a hi-five to which Mingyu slaps enthusiastically.

Mingyu takes in your dopey, fucked-out expression with a toothy grin of his own. You feel him press a smattering of kisses all over your face, and then the pressure of his body rolling away from you to retrieve the TV remote. Even if it's just to turn the TV off, you whine in protest at the idea of having to separate from him so soon. You rise and attach yourself to his back like a koala would a tree.

Mingyu stands, fixing his arms into the crooks of your knees to piggyback you. He walks to your bedroom with a pep in his step. He mumbles to himself, “I won’t be able to sleep all night after that movie.”

His innocuous tone makes you laugh. “Because you were definitely focused on the movie and nothing else.”

“Yeah, yeah. It had demons and stuff.”

“Oh yeah, I remember seeing that too,” you laugh. "Did you see the thing that happened to that person at that place?"

"Oh yeah, totally," Mingyu scoffs. "I know exactly what you're talking about. Wasn't scared of that at all."

He deposits you at the foot of your bed and starts to crawl up on top of you again, his body acting as a cage once more.

The predatorial gleam in his eyes elicits a shiver from you.

“You know, I normally find it hard to fall asleep after watching scary movies too,” you say as Mingyu leans down to kiss your jaw.

Mingyu hums in interest. “Glad to hear it isn’t just me. But I know a couple things we could do to help us sleep.”

You burst out laughing at the cheesiness of it all. Mingyu looks up at you, giving you another of his precious toothy grins. You smile, combing your fingers through his hair and tugging gently. “Alright, alright, let’s get into round two already.”

[yoongleboonglepie]

Pechsträhne Masterlist

Genre: Horror ish au, paranormal au, hurt/comfort, slow burn, romance, psychic au, friends to lovers, Mystery, BTS ot7 x reader

Rating: 18+: Keep that in mind as this is at its core a paranormal/heavy theme rooted in history and myth, and some things are emotionally disturbing or spooky (so be prepared for potential gore/violence or scary elements). Read at your own discretion as I will only be putting trigger warnings for things that can pose severe safety risks to those affected. All else, like I said it is a spooky and mystery au.

Y/n Wörner left the Wörner Hotel and Estate nearly 5 years ago in an attempt to run away from a family argument that put a firm divide between her and her parents. She was managing fine, for the most part -save for the constant existential crisis of what she should do with herself and her life. That was until an invitation for the 150th anniversary of their family hotel ended up shoved in her mailbox on Thursday morning, and for no rational reason she found herself running back; unable to stop the pull to return home to her family and friends who live on the grounds. Once she arrives, however, it becomes inarguably apparent that things are very wrong. The ghosts of her long past family who were once friendly, are now vengeful and violent. Her friends are divided by secrets, mystery, and fear- changed in tandem with the ghosts she used to love. She has to relearn how to balance who she knew her friends as children, and who they have become in the recent years as a result of the darkness that threatens to drown them in its wake. She knows that something is threatening her home and her friends, but she doesn't know what. And if there's one thing about Y/n Wörner, it's that she's not a quitter. No ghost or demon will stop her from getting the answers she needs- even if it means they have to try and kill her before she gets to them. Because what does she have to lose?

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Main story,

Chapter 1 - 2/16/2025

Chapter 2- 2/19/2025

Chapter 3- 2/22/2025

Chapter 4- 2/24/2025

Chapter 5- 3/1/2025

Chapter 6- 3/10/2025

Chapter 7- 3/15/2025

Chapter 8 - 3/20/2025

Chapter 9 - 3/28/25

Chapter 10 - 4/6/2025

Chapter 11 - 4/11/2025

Chapter 12 -4/21/2025

Chapter 13- 4/27/2025

Chapter 14 -5/4/2025

Chapter 15 - 5/16/2025

Chapter 16 - 5/23/2025

Chapter 17 - 5/30/2025

Chapter 18 -6/7/2025

Chapter 19 -6/21/2025

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Obvious disclaimer: this is just fiction and not actually about the bts members, they are simply face cards and names here. Enjoy, love you lots.

[car-o-line]

Can you do tpn hcs for a fem! reader that's extremely silent, very antisocial, and withdrawn and is a girl of very few words, but also intelligent on a terrifyingly dangerous level, and she often jump scares people due to how quiet she is?

A.N: I saw this comment on Isabella’s lullaby on yt and it said, “Gotta appreciate Ray for keeping his goth aesthetic despite the white clothing he wears all the time” and it was just really funny😭😭😭

WARNING: This has spoilers for TPN/ also fem!reader.

Tpn characters with a fem!reader of few words

Emma:

Sunshine and moon friendship for sure.

Though she was a bit intimidated by you at first.

She swore up and down that’d she’d make you open up to people more.

She doesn’t mind your silence really, she just wants you to learn how to express yourself!

And she also wants to hear you voice-

She’s probably only heard you voice a few times, but she cherishes them so much.

You probably spoke a bit more when Emma and Norman had found out the secret about the orphanage.

(You found out because Emma and Norman told you outside near the wall before they told Ray, but Ray was spying on you 3 so it doesn’t matter)

Your intelligence scares Emma tbh.

Like you’re probably on Mamas level of wits.

Honestly when you do talk she probably misses what you say because of how excited she gets when you do talk.

Sometimes she doesn’t even know that you’re in the same room as her, and it makes her feel really bad :(

Like sometimes you four will have a meeting and she’ll randomly be like,

“Wait, where’s y/n!? She’s part of the-”

“She. Is. Right. There.”

“What? looks beside her oh!”

You scare her so bad sometimes omg.

She has to constantly look around to make sure that you’re in or not in the same room she’s in.

Regardless she thinks that you’re the best sister ever, even with how quiet you are.

Norman:

You’re personal translator.

Somehow he knows what you’re thinking without showing it on your face, even if you tried to mask it. So after a while you just kinda relied on him to express what you’re saying.

It’s kind of scary actually.

He doesn’t mind your quiet nature, he thinks you’re calming in a sense.

When the secret was discovered he expected you to remain stoic, for an emotional y/n was uhm..unnatural.

In which you did, though he could see a bit of sorrow in those blank eyes of yours.

Like I said when you do speak it’s a surprise but he’s not like Emma where he’s too excited to hear you, he’ll think it’s nice to hear your voice but doesn’t make it a big deal.

Intelligence wise, you both are pretty head to head.

You both probably play chess a lot.

You like it because of the minimal interactions, he likes it because it’s a learning experience.

He’ll challenge you to more activities as well.

Especially tag.

Please stop scaring him though.

At least once a day he gets jump scared by you, during tag, in the halls, or even just standing he gets on edge.

So his solution? He asked you to tap his shoulder whenever you enter his vicinity.

It saves him lots of heartaches.

Ray:

Relates to you at a point.

You’re antisocial, he’s an emo. Same thing.

He wasn’t worried about your shipment coming early because you’re hella smart.

He honestly does not give af if you spoke or not.

Thought you were mute when you came into the orphanage but Isabella shut down that theory and simply told him that you didn’t like talking.

You give him heart attacks sometimes.

Like when everyone is playing tag while he’s reading, sometimes he looks to the side just to see you staring at him over his shoulder.

Please stop.

He loves you greatly but just stop.

“What are you doing, go play tag.”

“😐”

“I’m not reading to you.”

Honestly he’s surprised Isabella didn’t make you be the traitor.

But he wouldn’t want that burden on you anyway.

After Norman’s departure you became a little more talkative, not having someone to rely on translating for you anymore.

Don’t push it tho, a sentence per day.

“Emma, do you think I should wear a skirt or pants..?”

Those were literally the first words he’s heard you said since you found out the secret.

He hopes you’ll talk to HIM soon🙄

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THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI

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based on your likes!

every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles

#actually mutant #jay .txt

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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic

#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain

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#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk

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*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever

#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick

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HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.

#THIS!!! #rb

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rosetvler

god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.

rosetvler reblogged rosetvler

non-mutants can reblog this btw

#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this

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okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries

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i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place

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dude do you hear yourself right now

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Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???

🩻magicsteele27 Follow

i. i am a telepath.

#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad

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[lavenderdropp]

HOW TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND

Characters: Michikatsu Tsugikuni x Female! Reader [slight Muzan x reader under cut]

Synopsis: In which, Michikatsu Tsugikuni tries to be a better boyfriend for her.

[Author's Note] : This is going to be a small fic— a small continuation idea that is taken from one of @echantedtoon ‘s oneshots called 'Presidential Vise' from her book 'Demon Slayer Posts', which I had requested her to write a long time ago. ^^

It may not be well written— I had only decided to write it because I felt like doing so. It's mostly for fun. So please do not criticise.

Also, Michikatsu may seem a bit out of character because in this book he's 18. His personality would be affected by his teenage— he would be acting like a teenager.

Enjoy!

"SCHOOL IS DISMISSED— YOU MAY LEAVE." The announcement followed right after the bell. It was truly a pleasant thing to hear after surviving an entire lecture of history. The dismissal from the school was something that the students always look forward to— and they didn't need to be told twice to leave.

A smile graced your lips as the final bell rang—school was finally over. Good grief, it had felt endless. You were certain that if you'd had to hear one more word about the French Revolution, you might've had a stroke. You quickly gathered your stationery and slid it neatly back into your bag.

Wearing your bag over your shoulders, you made your way out of the classroom. You couldn't wait to get back home and lay down on your soft, comfortable, and warm bed—

"[Name]-san! Would you like to join us? We're going to try the new café near the bus stop!"

Alas, your daydreaming was interrupted by your fellow classmate, Hiroshi Kusukabe. The said raven-haired boy was a bright individual, known for his warm and welcoming attitude—which was truly refreshing, especially when most of the students were too afraid to even talk to you. Truly, a ball of sunshine.

But wait, did he actually just invite you to hang out?

The poor guy must've noticed how lonely you looked and decided to let you to tag along—despite the looks he was getting from his mates. What an angel! You could practically see a halo above his head.

Your face lit up like a Christmas tree. Maybe bed can wait.

Dear God, thank you!

This was too good to be true! You could finally make some friends and—

"I apologise but she won't be joining you. I am walking her home."

Ah, you should've expected that.

A sigh slipped out past your lips upon hearing the oh-so-familiar voice of your boyfriend, as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, beside you. There goes your golden opportunity to make some new friends. You felt like breaking down right there.

You looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Dear God, why?

"Oh..well then..excuse—"

Before Hiroshi could even say anything further you were dragged away, quite literally, by Michikatsu Tsugikuni— aka the school vice president of the student body, and also your boyfriend. His hold on your hand was as firm as ever, as he pushed past the other ungraduates to make some room for both of you.

Your boyfriend is known for being an infuriatingly silent, intimidatingly solemn and irritatingly irresponsive individual, whom you couldn't help but relate to a cold winter morning�� practically freezing.

He had a scary reputation in the school. And you weren't surprised. This guy could be intimidating, especially when he is helping you with your math homework. You'd rather attend those boring lectures of history twenty four hours straight than studying math with him. Too bad, you were neighbours with him— the said aloof teenager lived next door. That meant you would end up doing your homework and study with him, even if you wished not to do so sometimes.

He insists that you should have a study session with him— since you sucked at maths. Don't get me wrong, you do pretty well with other subjects. But it seems like your head stops functioning once it comes to maths.

You remember that one time you pretended to be sick to save yourself from the terrible study session with your tutor of a boyfriend, and he somehow managed to figure out that you were just pretending to be sick.

Well, your cover was blown and let's just say your hands felt like falling apart once he was done with making you solve mathematical problems. Not to mention, he bonked your head with a folded newspaper every time you got the wrong answer.

You’d consider doing math with your father instead of Michikatsu.

Ever since you’ve moved in here, in this new city, things have not been easy for you— transferring schools, having two guys holding the highest ranks in the student body swooning over you, actually ending up falling for one of them and ended up being girlfriend— which also led to the other students being too frightened to be friends with you.

"Stop glaring draggers at me." That made you roll your eyes at the burgundy haired male. The audacity he had to say that after absolutely destroying your opportunity to finally make some friend without them running away— literally.

You scoffed, which made him look at you, his eyes betraying a hint of annoyance behind the curtain of his spectacles. "Then stop taking the away every single chance I get to make a friend!" you retorted.

He looked away from your stupidly adorable pouting face, fixing his spectacles with his free hand. "You have me." came the murmur from him.

"But that's not enough! I literally have no one else to talk to at school!"

"You have..Yoriichi too."

"Michikatsu..!"

The said vice president ignored you— which made you want to throw your bag at his stupid head. Stopping by the shoe locker, you both slipped out of the school slippers and put on your respective shoes.

You were used to the looks that you were receiving from your peers and underclassmen whenever you and your boyfriend pushed past them. But, nevertheless, it was embarrassing.

"We've talked about pushing past crowd." That earned you no response, much to your frustration. "And holding my books without even asking me—when I'm done with attending my lectures." As you both stepped out of the school grounds, you were immediately greeted by the ever so lively city road.

"Yes, we have." from him was brief.

His lack of response has always bothered you and so has his overprotectiveness. He is too possessive for his own good sometimes. And it made you feel stuck.

You wished the he could be just a little more..open.

But he wasn't. You did not even feel like he was trying to be better. Does he not realise it? Or does it not bother him?

It was definitely the later.

The setting sun drowned the world into the warm hues, and it seemed to bring out your inner conflict as you glanced away from him and stare blankly at the ground beneath your feet. The dying glow of the sun, who was slowly slipping into the deep slumber of night beneath the horizon, seemed to plant a seed of melancholy in your heart.

Step. Step. Step.

Have you made a mistake—

Whoosh!

You stumbled upon your step as the tight grip of Michikatsu's hand, on your yours, pulled you back, saving you from nearly getting hit by a car. A gasp left your throat, eyes wide as you snapped out of it.

"Be careful of where you step." His eyes narrowed, his hold tightening on your hand as you both waited for the signal to go green. "Or would you prefer lying on the hospital for a month?"

"..I-I am sorry."

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The ringing of bell indicated the end of another day of suffering. The classroom was filled with the chatter of ungraduates, who were enthusiastic to go back home. However, this usual bustle felt like a distant hum to you.

Last night, you pondered about Michikatsu.

About you both.

The relationship.

And his attitude, which he was unwilling to change.

It was weighing you down— as if you were chained. Your peers refuse to talk to you out of the fright. You felt so lonely. And Michikatsu too is so closed off, it did not help at all.

It hurts you. You ended up catching feelings for the aloof, solemn and stoic vice president of the Kizuki High. You thought understood you him. You were aware that it's just who he is— very reserved, overly protective, but he cares..right? You were sure that it will get better with time, that it would pass, he'll open up to you eventually, try to understand you and learn to trust you.

But it seems like you were wrong.

No matter how many times you try talking about it, try to make him understand, it seems like you were talking to a wall.

Sliding your bag over your shoulders, you made your way out of your classroom. Perhaps, you should try again—

Bump!

You blinked, startled.

You spaced out again, didn't you?

You were now facing a solid chest, that you had collided into. Dragging your gaze up, you were met with the familiar pair of maroon hues, curtained by spectacles.

"You really need to be more conscious about where you are walking." Came out the murmur from your boyfriend, followed by his hand suddenly gripping yours.

"Hello to you as well." You mumbled, being guided through the hallway by Michikatsu. You matched his pace, falling into the steps beside him. You couldn't help but stare at his profile.

Should you try talking again?

Would it be worth it?

Haven't you tried it again and again multiple times already?

Would—

"You are staring." You looked away from the taller male as his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Gaze now focused on your feet, you couldn't help but notice that your pace was still not synchronised with his.

You did not notice the burgundy haired male staring at you from the corner of his eyes, his gaze calculative.

"What is bothering you?"

You swallowed a lump down your throat.

You glanced around, meeting the gazes of the students around you. They were there, like usual—intimidated—by him. But today seemed oddly judgmental. Or was it just you?

It was eating away at you. The weight on your chest felt heavier than ever.

You were exhausted. You needed a break.

"Yeah..no, I just feel a bit unwell."

It came out of your mouth hesitantly.

You felt the back of his hand press against your forehead almost suddenly. You couldn't help but blink in question as you lifted your gaze to meet his, which seemed to betray a hint of worry, a slight crease between his eye brows and a frown tugging on his lips.

"You don't seem to be running a fever." He retreated his hand.

You pulled away from him gently, letting your hand fall free from his as you slipped into your shoes by the lockers.

"You can't trick me into believing that you are sick. We are not skipping the study session."

You decided not to reply.

The setting sun's dying rays of the summer evening were the first to kiss your face as you both stepped out of the school building. Yet, they still seemed warm enough. You were never the one to dislike the summers or the harsh lightings of the said seasons. It was quite the opposite actually.

Though, today, it felt like a bother.

Everything did.

Step. Step. Step.

"Michikatsu."

Halt.

As you paused in your tracks, so did he. You lifted your gaze to meet his, glowing dimly under the evening hues. The noise of the world around you faded into a distant hum.

"I..think..I need a break."

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The sound of the entrance door opening and then clicking shut made the woman cooking in the kitchen smile. Ah, there he was. He'd been coming home later than usual. From what Yoriichi had told her, he'd been walking their neighbour's girl home—the one he'd been having study sessions with.

This almost made her chuckle. It was very unlike Michikatsu to spend this much time with someone. She wondered if it was—

"I'm home, Mother."

She made her way out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist. A welcoming smile made its way to her lips, gracing her features.

"Good evening, Mi-chan. How was your day at school—"

"I'll be in my room, Mother."

Akeno watched as her son made his way upstairs. A frown tugged at her features as she stood there, bewildered, wondering what was wrong with her child.

Meanwhile, Michikatsu had reached his room. He shut the door behind him as he entered, then threw his bag onto the nearby chair—uncharacteristically so. Slowly making his way towards his bed, he finally sat down, not bothering to slip out of his uniform yet.

It did not sit well with him.

Where did he go wrong?

Was this actually his fault?

No, it couldn't be—

A sigh slipped past his lips, hand running through his burgundy locks before he took his glasses off. At first, he felt a surge of anger boiling up to the surface— mixed with his conflicted thoughts.

He took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. He needed to think clearly.

He exhaled, closing his eyes.

It was his fault indeed.

Michikatsu is aware that he can be difficult at times. This relationship..it was a foreign territory for him.

He remained seated. His mind replaying her words again and again like a broken record.

"You never listen..You don't try to be better—no matter how many times I've tried to talk. You..feel too distant at times and..the other moment you are too protective. No body talks to me. I don't have any friends. They all seem too scared and judgemental towards me. One person finally tried to befriend me and you scared him away as well."

"I try to understand you, always. But I fail— because you are not letting me in...you are not letting me have a say in it and I'm tired."

"I need a break..from us. From you."

Was he too much?

Perhaps so.

What should he do?

Should he try talking?

He opened his eyes.

No. It wasn't the best option. Not right now. He should give her some time.

Yes, she needed it.

Yet, he couldn't help the clawing ache in his chest and the fogginess in his mind. Maroon eyes stared aimlessly into the void before drifting towards his hands.

He closed his eyes shut again.

Was it okay to say that..he missed her already?

No. Shut up. You are not that weak.

Yet, all he could think about was her. Her smile, her voice, her touch—Eyelids opened to reveal the hues of maroon, glowing dimly in the dark room.

He couldn't afford to lose her.

She chose him.

She fell for him.

She..tried to be with him.

And he had to mess it up.

He needed to fix this mess.

Slowly but surely.

But what should he do?

A frown tugged at his lips, a low groan escaping his throat. His usually composed facade slowly slipped away.

He felt frustrated—lost.

With a sigh, he slowly reached towards his phone. Turning it on, he was met with his wallpaper— a pic of him and her. She had insisted to click this picture. And even though he was pretty reluctant to do so, he gave in.

And he didn't regret doing so.

Unlocking the device, he went to a certain application to look for his answers. He tapped on the search bar, then typed in his question.

How to be a good boyfriend?

Numbers of websites opened before him. He decided to click on the first one.

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Showing results..

Key aspects of being a good boyfriend are:

—> Communication:

Honesty, open dialogue, and active listening are crucial for a healthy relationship.

—>Respect:

Respecting your partner's boundaries, opinions, and personal space is fundamental.

—>Support:

Being emotionally available, offering encouragement, and celebrating their successes are important.

—>Quality Time:

Prioritizing time together and making an effort to connect, even amidst busy schedules, is vital.

—>Vulnerability:

Sharing your thoughts and feelings, and being open about your vulnerabilities can create a deeper emotional connection.

—>Shared Responsibilities:

Equally sharing emotional labor can foster a balanced partnership.

He has to work a lot.

[ams-husband]

hiya vamnation im being impersonated

i dont do this. i have never done this and i never will!

im sorry if this post is convoluted but i am actually shaking at the lengths someone is going to stalk and harass me.

my ONLY account on tenor is this:

you can check every gif ive posted and never once have i tagged them under any other ship names! that is rude and stalkerish behavior and i would never do this.

recently i got a dm regarding my apparent gif posts under amfly's tag and i looked up that tag on tenor, only to find gifs that i never made.

this account IS NOT MINE. THIS IS MY ART, YES, BUT I DID NOT MAKE THESE GIFS. I HAVE A FOLDER OF ALL OF THE GIFS IVE CREATED. I KNOW THAT THESE ARE NOT MINE.

I REPEAT. THIS ACCOUNT ISNT MINE.

im not stupid. i see the harlou tags under these gifs and i know damn well that the only person who would do this is the same person who lurked in my server and copied me because it was "funny."

please report these gifs. please report ayumomio. this behavior is fucking insane and genuinely scary. this is not okay and behaving this way over A GODDAMN FICTIONAL CHARACTER is insanity.

im sorry for being serious when i try to be nothing but whimsical and silly and sweet on here but this is getting out of hand.

please block and report ayumomio. please report 'vultrashh' gifs on tenor. report and block @vulture_babi on twitter.

none of these accounts are mine.

to all the kind people, thank you, i love you all dearly.

[polysucks]

hey! what are some of your favourite asoiaf fanfics that you've read (if you feel ok sharing)?

Say less. I came prepared. All of these links are on Ao3 and almost all are rated Explicit because I think spicy things are fun. It’s not all sexy tho. Sometimes it’s rated E for Emotions. Or E for. Like. Life things.

Well. As you all know by now, I am Sansan trash. So most of these are sansan unless otherwise declared. Oh and everyone is of consenting adult age.

A Gift by 3rdstarksistr is my fucking goat. This fic? This fic. Right here. After 15 years of browsing ao3 anonymously, this is the fic that forced me to make an ao3 account. AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS. And it’s being actively updated. This makes me lose my mind, bro. LOSE MY MIND.

Essentially AU where Sandor doesn’t leave at BoTBB and Sandor bargains with Sansa for her body to take her across the narrow sea to safety. I can’t do the story justice. It sounds bad when I describe it. But Sansa is so so soooooo sweet and eager and Sandor is like. It’s hard to describe bc he could totally be triggering to some, but it’s very evident that he cares so deeply for her health, her safety, her happiness, but on the surface? Fuckin asshole. A real Sweet and Smol girl with HUGE SCARY DOG PRIVILEGES dynamic. With some excellent plot, too, that feels very-in-world.

There’s some big loss of virginity, dubcon, and some kiiiinky ass shit here (respectfully) but genuinely love love love this depiction of Sandor. He’s so loving, but also so rough, and he cares so much. I’m trash I know I’m sorry I’m sorry.

The author truly takes my breath away. The writing is so immersive, so catered for the reader, so vivid. It reads so naturally, like the author is painting a picture for you. Also madly in love with Pate, Sandor’s squire. What a cutie patootie. I’ll buy 4, thanks.

For Rent by Gendervny of course I got rep the fucking homie! My beloved @theeironprice wrote this fuckin thramsay masterpiece (it’s ongoing). I wouldn’t recommend it if I didn’t genuinely love it. Now, a fair warning, it is not for everyone. Definitely pay attention to the tags, because this author does not fuck around. The dove’s not dead but. It ain’t sleeping. Ifykyk. (It’s a compliment I promise)

This fuckin gem is so near and dear to my heart. It is a 2004 au with some amazing pop culture references sprinkled in as a little treat for the reader. It’s like the author leaves M&Ms on each page for u to go “OOH CANDY” And it gives u a little shot of dopamine every time I promise you. It’s actually what inspired this doodle of Sansa and Arya I did that you dorks seem to love so much and it makes me microwave all of these characters on fucking repeat in the year 2004. As a 2000s kid, like, this hits so hard. So close to home in the best way possible. And once you read about Theon listening to the Smiths, it just becomes canon to you. Of fucking course Theon listens to The Smiths. What a fucking loser.

A harmless addiction by rummy_cat is just stupid fun. Point blank. Yeah, it’s a sansan modern au. Look, I’m not a modern au person. I truly am not. So if I’m recommending it, it’s worth a read. Sansa is a 20-something who purchased a piece of shit house and is way over her head with her HGTV dreams. Sandor is a poor-bedside-manner, 3-stars-out-of-five on Angie’s list handy man—who also does in-story-equivalent of Onlyfans on the side. Now imma be real with you. I’m a sucker for a romcom cliche. If there’s a meet-cute, or a situation where they’re forced to share one bed, or anything else you can picture happening in a stupid straight to dvd Katherine heigl movie? Say less im already there.

So this is one of those fics that you genuinely don’t even need to know wtf is happening in the asoiaf world like at all. It would be a lovely standalone romcom book. It helps if you know who the main players are like Sansa, Sandor, Podrick, Bronn and Arya, but everyone is kind of a loose caricature. Usually I can’t stand this shit. But they’re so endearing, and written with so much heart and humanity and it genuinely feels like a HBO style romcom sitcom thing with a lot of situational humor. Also like??? Sandor is so endearing. Handyman Sandor and sweet little shut in with a secret potty mouth and a (very mild) porn addiction Sansa is to die for. And the first sex scene? Hysterical. But also hot. And bronn IS SO CUTE AS COMEDIC RELIEF. also gotta rep my man Tony the Italian who literally only shows up for like 3 paragraphs as situational humor narrative fodder and I would genuinely lay my life on the line to protect that man. I actually haven’t finished this one so I have no idea how it ends but genuinely you will be hanging on every chapter. The author is so engaging.

Quenched by Rambo holy fuck dude. Holy fuck dude. This? This shit right here? Holy fuck dude. Cw for dubcon bc well they’re both drunk and there’s some very tasteful feet stuff (if you know me, I am NOT a feet-stuff person. Periodt.) a lovely quick little horny read where Sandor pushes Sansa’s boundaries (consensually) and they are just so sexually compatible with one another. It’s very sweet. Some really lovely horny visuals surrounding period-accurate attire (I am a SUCKER for period accurate attire)

What I love the most about it is that it’s not framed like “character A does things to character B” nah. While Sandor may be doing the bulk of the “work” 👀 the reader gets to see an equal amount of Sandor’s enjoyment as Sansa’s. I love a dynamic where partners get off to their partner enjoying themselves bc it just feels so realistic. Like have you ever been with someone you care for deeply? That their enjoyment fuels your enjoyment, sexual or platonic. That shit is REAL. this author is a PAINTER.

Nine nights by Sarah C this. Was. Soooooo. Much. FUN. It’s a “oops we’re snowed in at an inn and we have to share a room with one bed what r we gonna dooooooo????” trope that is a huge romp and a half. I loved how realistic this was. I love how the author included real life details that are period accurate. Gross little details that aren’t “gross,” but every day real life things! For example, there is a scene where Sandor falls asleep before Sansa and she’s staring at him and just kinda disappointed bc she’s romanticized everything around her and Sandor is just so real. She’s staring at him and unable to sleep and he is snoring and he rolls over and farts in his sleep and she SCOWLS AND SCOFFS and I locked my phone and kicked my feet because it was just so cute and well written and REAL!!!! SO REAL!!!!! And Sansa gets to girl talk with a side character who is also a teenage girl and she deserves that. She sooooo deserves that. We miss Jeyne in this house. also there’s a spicy public fingering scene that is just— I’m blushing like a slut rn 10/10 amazing.

A Tough hide and a tender heart is a lovely little samsa quick read that is rated G and only 800+ words. It was the fic that was attributed to my samsa doodle. I don’t really ship it, but it was so so sooooo cute to think about. This fic is essentially Samwell Tarly being just so fucking sweet as usual. Just a complete gentleman. To Sansa at the Wall. Nothing even truly happens. It’s just Sam being a perfect fucking gentleman and admiring on Sansa. Honestly will give even most hardened assholes sweet little butterflies in their belly. Like I say, not even my ship, but it’s just genuinely so cute.

And I CANNNNNNNN NOT for the fuckin life of me find this fic that tells the “real story” of how the Vale was won. It’s a total “Yeah, Visenya fucked MILF GOAT Sharra Arryn and that’s how Visenya got the Vale to surrender” fic that was. P E A K. but for whatever reason, it’s wiped from my browser history.

I hope you find some of these fun :,) I know I did. Sorry it’s so much sansan I read other things too I promise!

[lucianxxd]

Cyno and the God.

C/W: fictional scenario, SAGAU, third person point of view writting, fake religious practices, gender neutral reader and Traveler.

tags: @desirabletravel

Word count: read and find out.

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Chapter 2.

You felt you've been dumped in cold water once you woke up after you suddenly lost consciousness, you are sweating cold still paralyzed at the dirty ground, once you gain energy to stand up, you fall back but your one knee prevents you from falling completely, you breath heavily trying not to pass out again, you look around hoping that someone could help you but the only thing you see was a destroyed, abandoned temple.

Your eyes widen in panic that makes you stand up completely, you look around and hit a feeling of familiarity, you remember you used to explore this ruin, not in reality but in a game, a game that you once became addicted to, but that's impossible, if this abandoned temple only exists in the game, how did you got here?

You look at your palms then notice its tan-skin, you become tense and begin to investigate the rest of your body and slowly put piece by piece together.

'Am I... Am I Cyno??'

You loudly exclaimed in your head. You panic and begin walking left and right while biting your fingers, nor should I say, Cyno's fingers?

"No! This is my body! Wait no-... Wait what??" you stammered in panic by yourself, you have no idea what to do nor what to think "w-wait, maybe... maybe this is a dream??" you said to yourself and finally decided a conclusion in your situation, you look at the entrance of the pyramid and see the desert, you look in disbelief since you've never been in an actual desert before, you tried to remember the map of the game but the image ended up distorted.

You were conflicted by the situation, you can't stay in the pyramid due to a lack of food and water, and if the academia were alarm at the mahamatra disappearance it will take a couple of days for them to find "you", and if you decided to go out, there'll be a possibility that you won't survive in sandstorm and wondering enemies, best scenario you'll find food and water though, you hope.

You groaned frustrated and slapped your forehead a couple of times before calming down, you remember you are Cyno and had a weapon to protect yourself but the only problem is... you don't know how to summon it like Cyno did.

"okay, I can do this..." You said as you exhaled, you close your eyes and continue to clear your mind as you focus, you felt the power of Cyno's vision electrocuted your body but your meditating mind completely turned the pain into a slight tingle, you slowly open your eyes and saw the weapon slowly appearing but you lost your deep focus and you've been intensely electrocuted making the weapon fell then disappeared "great..." you sigh in disbelief.

Despite the danger and fear of dying you completely decided that you have to leave the temple and travel back to Sumeru, while you were traveling, you noticed how scary silence Sumeru's desert was, you never noticed it then while playing Genshin, maybe because you are not in your character's shoes at some point, you now felt guilty for leaving them in the desert when feel like logging out. You sigh then look around to find a sign of life, anything nor anyone except for hilichurls nor any other threats.

While you carry on traveling you started to wonder how you got here again, you know you concluded your situation as a dream but you weren't even going to sleep then, you try to remember but your mind tells you nothing, as you keep wondering absent minded, you've attracted an enemy, you were confused at the noise behind you but before you could completely turned around the Primal Construct shot at your direction that sent you flying, thankfully you weren't injured but slightly burned since it didn't shot you directly.

The machine makes another sound threatening to shoot you again, of course you run since you have nothing to defend yourself, you dodge its attack running for your life like a mad man, you look back and the freaking thing was chasing you! You panic and try again to summon Cyno's weapon, your distress ignores the pain of the intense electricity, you gasp finally manage to summon the weapon under your grasp and in a panic you stiffly swing the weapon then throw it right straight on its eye, the machine dropped as its body went paralyzed because of the electro that went with the spear, you breath heavily feeling your heart beat shakes your whole body, you stand there frozen in fear unable to move until a familiar voice was calling for you

"Cyno!! Are you alright?!" Paimon exclaimed in worry as she and the Traveler quickly went running on where you stood, they looked at you worried as you silently looked at them still in fear of what recently happened "um, Cyno, are you okay?" Paimon breaks the silence when she notices you're unable to respond, you snap out of your mind and your lips twitch as you respond "I-I'm fine..." the only response you manage to voice out "are you sure, because you seem pretty traumatized on Paimon's point of view?" Paimon continues to ask "I'm fine.. really, the thing just scared me out of the sudden..." you answered again trying to sound casual, Paimon and the Traveler look at each other confused "I see, what were you doing in the desert anyways on the day of Nirmaata Ka Din?" the Traveler asked 'Nirmaata Ka- what?' you wonder confused

"u-um, I-I don't know actually..." you said while looking away "huh??" the Traveler and Paimon said in unison "l-look, a lot of things just happened recently and I can't wrap them all in my head and I just... I just wanted to go home" you explain trying to remain calm and casual, thankfully, Paimon and the Traveler understand and offer to go with you. You sigh in relief before you begin to walk with the Traveler.

"so, what was Nirmaata Ka Din, again?" the Traveler asked confused to Paimon while you walked behind them listening "huh!? Seriously, didn't Zhongli already explained to you in a great long, 3 hours details what it was??" Paimon exclaimed slightly irritated, Traveler just scratches their head while laughing nervously "I seem to forgot since-.. you know a lot of things just happened recently..." Traveler said cautiously as Paimon placed both of her tiny hands to her hips while floating, you just chuckles silently finding their bond amusing

"Nirmaata Ka Din is a festival that was known as the day of the Creator and every nation celebrates it in one whole month, some nations celebrate it once a week in the past but Rex Lapis insists that the festival will last for a month than any other festivals to show the Creator how much an important deity they were..." Paimon explains and it caught your attention, Creator? you've never heard there's a high deity in the game name The Creator?

"...both gods and humans must celebrate it and the ones who don't celebrate it, well- umm, Paimon's not sure, there are no single souls in Teyvat that doesn't really celebrate the Creator's festival..." Paimon said "so, it's like a birthday?" Traveler asked "not really, no one actually knew where and how the Creator was born, their existence was pretty much a mystery..." Paimon answered as you keep listening in interest "plus The Creator's festival isn't even a birthday celebration but it's like a call for The Creator to come back, since gods hear and answer prayers the 7 archons established this festival so humankind and other deity got together and pray for their Creator to come back to Teyvat..." Paimon explains, the information shocks you that made you stop walking

"originally it's supposed to make the whole land of Teyvat to pray for the Creator's return but it became something that brought the gods and humans together..." Paimon explains, they began to notice that you haven't been following them, they both look at you confused "uh, Cyno?" Paimon called out "the Creator, who's the Creator?" you accidentally muttered and both of them look shocked "Cyno, are you okay?! you've been acting strangely recently??" Paimon is the first one to react as always, you look confused but remember you are not "you" in this world, you are "Cyno", you figured Cyno might know a lot of the Creator than you, despite you are curious to know who is this Creator you keep your mouth shut for the sake of Cyno "oh! uh, sorry, I can't really think clearly since I feel exhausted..." you lied and again they believe it "oh, I see, you want to rest for a bit before continuing-..."

"no, Traveler, i-it's fine, if we stop now we might arrive at Aaru Village pretty late, I see you two are going to Aaru Village to visit, right?" you bet your whole life in a non-existing gamble to be right "that's right, Dehya wrote us a letter to come and visit Sumeru for the celebration..." Paimon said and continues to explain that Candace is inviting them to her home for the celebration and the others will be there too then continue yapping about the variety of food that be served until the Traveler stops her and brings her mind back to reality

"so, yeah, you were going, right, well obviously you were!" Paimon said after you nod the three of you continue your journey to Aaru Village.

"Traveler, Paimon, it's good to see you two again!" Candace exclaimed after the three of you enter inside the house "Candace, long time no see, how are you?" the Traver spoke, as the three continued having a cheerful reunion, you were standing in the doorway feeling anxious, sure, you've been here in the game but in real time it's just incredible, you didn't notice the door just open and Alhaitham just enters inside bumping you slightly "oh, general mahamatra, I haven't heard from you since hours ago..." Alhaitham said sound concern despite his calm expression, you didn't respond, you failed to acknowledge you've been intensely staring at him for a sec, when you noticed how weird you look you look away "a lot of things happened and I'm tired to talk about.. it..." you only reply pretending to be Cyno as always but deep inside your heart is beating rapidly "I see, have you manage to caught the researcher yet?" Alhaitham asked and you fell silent for a sec "caught.. who?..." before things fell in awkward silence like before Dehya chaimed in the conversation by approaching the both of you "hey, you two, don't just stand there come and take a seat..." she said and the two man nodded, when you took a seat at the table you didn't notice Alhaitham took a glimpse at you in the further left seat of the table suspiciously before turning his head away

"oh Cyno, you're here!" Tighnari said as he walked inside the house with Collie "I just arrived.. w-with the Traveler..." you swear that if you stutter one more time you're going to throw yourself "ah I see, where did the three of you meet?" Tighnari asked again as he took a seat beside him "at the desert, I was just finished fighting with a wandering machine there..." Tighnari looks at you suspiciously "oh, why were you in the desert, aren't you supposed to be resting since it's Nirmaata day, plus you've been experiencing a strange psychosis lately, it really concerns me when you explain it" he said as he looked at you concern, you just look back in confusion having no idea what he's talking about "I-I'm fine, honestly I forgot about it since it disappeared..." you said smiling slightly still had no clue what voices Cyno had been having "oh, that's good to hear then just tell me if it comes back all of the sudden..." Tighnari said and you nodded in response.

The evening goes on and you look around feeling surreal, at some point you started to think this isn't a dream anymore but a new reality set for you, your interaction with the other characters in the game in real time really made you the happiest since you've been dreaming to actually interact with them outside the game's codes, you sigh in relief as you smiled before you felt your mind went light and your eyes is shutting on their own.

Welcome back Creator, may your creations worship you once again.

A/N: Tysm for reading! I know I haven't updated for two whole weeks?? 😭 since stuff happened irl, thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy this recent chapter. I'll be correcting the errors soon but for now I must sleep.

[like-sunshine-and-gunpowder]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65613298

though i burn (how could i fall)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Yelena Belova

Fandom: Thunderbolts (2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Word count: 5,440

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Character Study, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kissing

Summary: A quiet moment in the Watchtower, where a dream and a dance are shared between two teammates.

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"If the wind turns, if I hit a squall, allow the ground to find it’s brutal way to me”

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There truly was no reason for him to still be living at the Tower other than this: Robert Reynolds was a hazard. Or a liability. Whatever technical term you preferred. He’d even heard an operative call him “Yelena’s pet”.

That last one was almost endearing, if it wasn’t just a bit pathetic.

Bob tilted back another Lithium pill- the second one for the day- and got started on his tea. Pots clanking and echoing along the big empty living quarters, like a depressive reminder. The New Avengers were on a mission, investigating some new flying object that had just entered the atmosphere, saving the world, being useful. Not... well, being a bum on borrowed time.

God, he felt like he was back in Florida, playing the 'unemployed-friend-who-dropped-out-of-college' part, all over again. All that was missing were the copious amounts of Mountain Dew bottles and scary drug dealers at his door asking for their money back. At least the weather was nicer here, where he could wear his long sleeves most of the time.

There was a tremor on his left hand- it wasn’t withdrawal, couldn’t be withdrawal, it had been so long ago- and the sound of a kettle boiling.

His other, also shaking hand, flew to his wrist. Was it just his disturbed perception or was it getting darker? Bob froze. Out of fear, or guilt, as the kettle continued to scream at him for a while, like a continuous omen.

Maybe it was just the new medication. Because, Dr. Briones had already described that it was a known side effect, to-

“You should probably get that,” a familiar raspy voice warned him from behind.

He hadn’t even heard her coming, though her footsteps were loud and intentional.

Bob turned to see Yelena in her suit. Not bloodied, not stained, no scratches, no cuts, no visible bruises and the mere sight of her (safe, unwounded) felt like a weight immediately slid off his shoulders. World's fastest massage.

She continued to stare at him in her usual furrowed brow, blue under-eye makeup. They stayed there for a while until she cocked her head sideways, as if not wanting to speak up again and pointed to the stove with her thumb.

“Ah, hm,” as if electrocuted into action, Bob suddenly remembered how to move again. Turning off the heat, he tried grabbing onto the now-burning handles of a very hot kettle. His fault for wanting to do things the vintage way instead of opting for the automatic ones. “Shit.”

He drew his hands back quickly, looking for a trustworthy dishtowel. Or any cloth, really-

“Here,” Yelena sprung beside him like an apparition, in a way that nearly put Ava to shame. “Gloves,” she explained, naturally.

He chuckled. It was kind of weird how much humor she could pack into so little words.

Honestly, laughter came easy when it came to Yelena. But that was very, very dangerous. See, if Bob had learned anything from having to deal with his emotions it was that laughing too much was usually a bad sign. The first indicator of a trajectory towards the upper polarity of his mental disorder.

There’s a certain kind of melancholy about having to worry when you actually feel content, though.

It was kind of a miserable existence, to have to go in for mandated check-ins because you’re feeling good. He was sure most people didn’t have to go for late night visits with their doctor because they felt okay for once in their goddamned life- but, he remembered, that was always how it started anyways. The manic episodes, the illusions of grandeur, they all started with just... feeling a little better than usual. And were all promptly followed by drug benders, self-harm, near death experiences and immense credit card debt.

The thing about his illusions of grandeur were this: they used to be illusions and now they were not. (Now, he was just wasting time.)

Still, Yelena smiled at him too, with just the corners of her mouth, and for only the tiniest of seconds. But Bob noticed.

He always noticed.

“Do you, hm,” he started, already pouring her a cup of chamomile tea. It supposedly helps you with sleep. “Want… some?”

“Doesn’t feel like I had any saying in it but okay,” she took the white teacup from his hands, fingers briefly meeting. He instantly missed the warmth.

Her body moved away from his, from her place near the kitchen counter and sat down in the common area’s big lounger.

“What’s with the lights being turned off? Very…” Yelena pointed to the ceiling, seemingly searching for a word, finally settling on: “…Noir. Yes?”

Bob laughed again. Damn it. There she goes, with that dry effortless humor of hers. Truth be told, he hadn’t even realized that it was already dark outside, the late afternon sky was diffult to miss when most their walls were made of glass. But, look, time got kind of hard to keep up with when you had so much not to do.

“Uh, yeah. Thought it’d give off a romantic vibe for my late afternoon tea, you know?”

Yelena scoffed before taking a sip. White porcelain, hitting her lips in a movement that made it impossible to look away from.

(It was only after she gave him her characteristic ‘not-so-bad’ pout that Bob was able to let out the breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding.)

“Well,” Yelena said flatly, kicking her boots off with intensity and crossing her legs on the sofa, “if you wanted to be romantic, there’s a candle on second drawer. Near the sink.”

There was no way that was true. Bob moved to check, rustled around and, to his surprise, found an old candle. Right next to a .45 caliber. Huh. Better not to question if it’s even loaded.

“Wow. One, singular, dusty candle,” Bob picked it up, curiously. “Do you want me to light that up then?”

He had asked without thinking. He didn’t mean to make it romantic for her. Well, maybe he meant to. But he didn’t mean for her to think that he wanted her to think that-

Yelena simply nodded.

Bob suppressed a shaking sigh and brought the old candle next to her. Sitting close, but also not that close. He feared he would never really get the distance right– perpetually afraid to fly too close to Sun with his wax-made wings. Whenever he was too close to Yelena Belova, it felt overly confident; his skin felt rough and his breathing got too out of control. But, when he sat too far away, it felt purposedly avoidant, and he would ache to go near, heart pounding too loud to hear her sometimes. Always a lose-lose situation with her, truly.

Her knees moved, then, accidentally touching his and sending tiny energizing shocks all over. She was reaching for his book, Sylvia Plath’s ‘The Bell Jar’, that laid forgotten underneath a couch cushion. She looked over the summary quickly, pulled his bookmark without care, and opened it up on a random page instead.

Her brow furrowed, and, without tearing her eyes from the book, she’d asked:

“So… are you going to light it?”

Ah. Shit. He’d gotten distracted by her again. It was a daily occurrence by now. Bob blamed it on the lack of stimuli around the house. Afterall there were only so many novels to read and so little blonde assassins to stare at, all day.

Sometimes, it felt as if, looking at her, it could maybe be the last time he'd ever get to. So he took his time, whenever he could, memorizing each line that graced the whole of her.

Sometimes, her face, to him, already looked like a memory.

“Oh, right,” Bob ran a hand through his hair. “It’s, hm, I don’t… have a lighter. Or- or a matchbook, for that matter.”

She clicked her tongue at him, in a way that almost sounded like when she spoke Russian with Alexei. He somehow knew she was holding back a joke about how a former meth addict didn't have a lighter on him.

In one swift move, Yelena pulled a lighter from one of her infinite pant-pockets and gently deposited it in his left hand. It was one of those tiny, red ones they used to sell in newsstands. Bob briefly wondered if it was even hers. If it had sentimental value or just strictly tactical purpose. He wondered if she used to smoke.

There were flashes, images of her flooding his psyche. Moments that he wasn’t sure were her memories, or that he had simply created right then and there. Yelena smoking a blunt alone in her apartment. Lighting up a cigarette as she cleaned up her gun. A bomb fuse sparkling along, all the way to a-

Bob took the small lighter then, before the images drowned him in. Between them, the now-lit candle spread its miniscule warmth, illuminating Yelena’s soft features. It made her eyes glisten in a way he’d never seen. It was… mesmerizing.

Romantic, even. One might say.

With annoyingly shaking hands, Bob moved his knitting gear out of the way and carefully placed the candle on the center table near them. Using a few drops of wax and a Chinese takeout box as a makeshift candleholder, Bob sat back and admired his work for a bit.

He turned to Yelena then, who was staring at him sideways. Studying him in the way she constantly did everything. Different from the way everybody else studied him, he mused, but still. Where everybody else always looked at him as if questioning when he was about to explode, Lena’s eyes always fell on him with a certain type of care that made it hard to even accept. Maybe she was just questioning when that timebomb timer would go off, just like the rest. But God, she did it much more nicely. As if she was tracing back every single layer of him whenever bright green eyes found dark blue. As if she wasn’t disgusted by what she found in her search.

He wasn’t sure what to say in these moments. Bob wasn’t sure of what to say most of the time – except when he was absolutely sure of what to say, which was “usually a problem”, or so his psychiatrists said. Fair enough, he supposed.

Still, he forced himself to make small talk.

“Where’s the rest of the team?”

“Oh,” she tore her examining eyes away from him and back to the book. “Doing clean up, they will probably be out for a while.”

He should ask what exactly was being cleaned up. Why she, of all people, looked remarkably clean today. Hell, he should ask why she was suddenly so interested in Sylvia Plath instead of the potential aliens they might encounter. Instead, Bob just let out a simple:

“Ah… I see.”

And let silence fall upon the two of them again, with a disturbing lack of something to do with his hands.

He couldn’t particularly continue to read his book anymore; it belonged to Yelena’s gloved hands now. To be fair, everything he had, truly, belonged to her. He owed his heart, his mind, his peace to the 5’3” blonde sitting by his side (even if she did lie to everybody, saying she was 5’5”). The one person whose short legs, he didn’t mind finding, were about to find their comfortable way into his lap.

His breath picked up as she laid down on the couch with a low grunt, book still in hands.

He was staring again. Trying to cool down his racing mind and even faster heartbeat. God, maybe he should find something to do. Perhaps a job.

She just looked so- grown, every so often. Bob knew she was technically five years older than she looked due to being Snapped, (“So, does that mean Bobby’s into older women?" Walker had openly asked around the breakfast table once, and Bob had wanted to properly drown into his bowl of Wheaties in response) but there’s also an air of maturity for her that couldn’t simply be chalked up to chronological age.

“Yelena?”

The blonde looked up in acknowledgement, no other movements or sounds needed to let him know that she was listening.

There was clearly no need to be nervous, you know. It was just a simple request. Just out of boredom, really. And he was, essentially, trapped against the couch by an assassin, at the moment.

Bob cleared his throat before speaking up again.

“Can you, uh… read out loud for me?”

Yelena obliged. He didn’t know why, but she would always indulge him like that.

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He didn’t particularly notice when exactly he dozed off. But Bob did realize he was now asleep- dreaming, even.

(It was a skill he had developed long ago, back in the good ol’ substance abuse days, to realize when he wasn’t entirely awake.)

In the near distance, though still in a somewhat distorted version of the Watchtower, Yelena was wearing his favorite Joy Division shirt, three sizes too big for her, humming a symphony he’d never heard before as she stirred something in a boiling pot. The T-shirt looked enormous on her, almost as big as a dress, while, at the same time, being perfectly tailored to her curves.

In the fake kitchen, she smiled at him much easier. A smile far wider than he had ever seen in real life, far brighter than he deserved. Perhaps that’s why he clocked in so fast that it had to be imaginary.

There was a mess of pans, tomato sauce and off-brand brandy along the counter, a container of milk and now, the mysterious big pot. What were they even supposed to be making in there?

Bob cautiously made his way closer and closer to Yelena, who continued to almost sing.

She then, wordlessly took the wooden spoon in her hands, blew at it for a few seconds and fed it directly into his mouth. Like he was a baby or something.

But to be fair, whatever food it was- was delicious. It tasted like sautéed beef and sour cream and– was it stroganoff? It didn’t taste like the very few stroganoffs he had ever had in his life, there was something about it that made it different.

“Ah!”

He must’ve made some type of face because she immediately burst out in laughter. God, he wanted to see that someday. Actually, truly, see that.

Yelena turned away from the stove then, hands against the counter, body towards him. An ache took hold of his heart at the sight, for whatever reason.

“Очень вкусно, да?” Yelena asked him, matter-of-factly. And she looked up at him like he understood it, too. “Папин Строгонафф все же лучше. Не говори ему.”

Bob’s head was spinning. What was she saying? There was a word there he was sure he'd heard before. Actually he had to have heard all those words before in order to dream like this, no?

So, what was-

Her cold hands moved from the counter, choosing to be placed against his neck. Bob tensed up, because she then inched her whole waist against him. That’s how some of his dreams went, he wasn't going to lie. But there was something about her grip- something about her eyes that looked and felt very different.

It was still her, but it was much less distorted. Much more concrete. The air going into his lungs felt conscious and- and heavy.

The light emanating from her skin felt almost scorching to the touch.

“Расслабься, Боб,” she ordered. That was his name there. She said his name.

What was she saying? What was she saying? What was she saying?

Why was he dreaming of her speaking in Russian like that? I mean, it was endearing and all. But still, something about it was almost overwhelming.

In between spinning stars and neurons firing up, dream-Yelena confidently placed her head against his shoulder and began to sing what sounded like a lullaby.

His body moving on his own, Bob carefully let his large hands hover against her waist, before finally deciding to rest them there. In a few seconds more they were swaying, in a clumsy rhythm, imperfectly tailored to him. Her hips swung against him with the expectation of the ballerina he knew her to be, and he struggled to match it.

He could get lost in it, if he allowed himself - it was just REM sleep, after all, even he was apparently region-locked in Russia for any reason. Bob allowed himself to touch her round cheek, slightly forcing her head up to look at him. There was something in those forest green eyes, something Bob couldn’t quite place, couldn’t read.

An alarm went off inside him, screaming that giving in would be a bad idea. If you put water in 300-degree heat, you later find it boiling. You give Robert Reynolds hope, you later find the Void.

But it was fine, this was just play pretend.

She touched her forehead to his and closed her eyes then. Her grip on him tightened, like she thought he would disappear- which was very funny considering she was the one who wasn’t real, she was the one about to disappear from him. Bob wanted to drink the moment in; wanted to forget it was all inside his head. Maybe he should allow himself to get lost in it, just this one time. Maybe.

“Вот это романтично,” she’d stopped singing to speak. Absolutely no idea what it meant though.

But there was her scent there, that intoxicating mixture of sweat and the Salonpas gel patches she always had on. There was her hair, with her roots, growing from dark red, to blonde to almost fried platinum. There was the fabric of his shirt– her shirt now, he supposed– a bit wrinkly, yet soft to the touch. And there was her tender grin, (so real so real so real), who grew when she approached.

His breath was wavering, too close to hers. The heat emanating from her was that of a million exploding suns.

He wanted to kiss her. He always did. Except, in that moment there was an unmistakable clarity: she wanted him to.

But, still, he should ask this version of Yelena first, anyways, since it was the polite thing to do. Or, at the very least, make conversation. Ask her about the dinner they were supposedly making, or whatever.

“Aren’t we about to burn up the kitchen, Yelena?”

Yelena’s eyes snapped open. Her entire frame froze, she blinked once, then twice- and with her sudden shift, so did the entire room. Everything around them completely stopped still. The crumpling of the fire on the stove, the ticking of the clock against the wall; all agonizingly silent.

This, Bob realized, wasn’t his creation. He was an intruder.

"Bob...?"

It wasn’t his dream, after all.

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Long ago, Bob had been told that with each unmedicated manic episode, parts of his brain would be getting fried to a point of no return. He used to think that it meant, little by little, someday he wouldn’t be able to tell what was real and what wasn’t.

Well, now he wondered if his entire brain had effectively melted beyond repair.

They both had woken up with a start, simultaneously, as if the realization had grabbed them by the shoulders and shouted. Their previously intertwined fingers separating in the quickest instant.

Yelena jumped backwards, up from the couch and landed perfectly on her feet, just as Bob was only able to put his hands up in surrender.

It felt worse than walking in on her trauma rooms, somehow. God, it even felt worse than that time he accidently walked in on her and Ava changing uniforms.

“I- I didn’t mean to,” he flinched, not able to look at her directly.

She didn’t dignify that with an answer. Bob’s leg started stimming, prompting him to jump upwards. He should try harder.

“It’s… um, it’s probably because of the whole…” Bob didn’t want to say it, but he pointed towards his temple. “…Thing, you know? I swear it wasn’t on purpose, or anything.”

Yelena’s face contorted in quiet shame. He knew that look by now– it was the exact same as when Alexei showed him her high school pictures last week. Oh, Bob fucked up.

He fucked up big time.

He shouldn’t have acknowledged it. Now the cat was out of the bag and roaming around the uncomfortable silence freely.

“I’m sorry, Yelena.”

He wanted to physically slap himself. Shut up, shut up, shut up-

“It’s… okay.”

Was all she offered him, before turning on her heels and heading for the elevator. Leaving Bob alone in the very real Watchtower, fifty-one stories high in the sky, his copy of ‘The Bell Jar’ left forgotten on the floor and a blown-out candle dying out in the middle of his heart.

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It was midnight and Robert couldn’t sleep.

Perhaps due to the leftover adrenaline of earlier, still finding its way around his bloodstream, or perhaps because he had, in fact, taken a nap a few hours before.

He’d paced around his room aimlessly, searched for beef stroganoff recipes and reviews on YouTube, took his 3mg of Zolpidem, stared at the ceiling, tried meditating.

It was 1 A.M. and Robert couldn’t sleep.

He couldn’t go back to his book anymore; every word on it would be tainted with… that whole thing. Yeah, no, he shouldn’t. He started at the ceiling some more. Put on white noise. Counted sheep.

Looked back at the clock and it was still 2 A.M. Oh, so now time decided to slow down for him, yeah?

Bob sighed heavily, irritably pushing himself out of bed. He knew the whole insomnia drill by now, better to admit defeat already. Better to go and do something useful, instead of getting swallowed up by the closing walls of his bedroom.

After trading his pajamas for workout gear (careful not to even look at the Joy Division T-shirt thrown in the drawer), he went down the elevator and into the training grounds. He had hoped working out would get him tired enough to go back to sleep eventually. Or, at the very least, stop his mind from wandering back to dyed blonde hair and sweet foreign melodies.

The elevator dinged loudly, pulling him back to the present and out into the fitness center. Though, just as Bob stepped out, yawning mechanically, he could hear it. Just as his eyes landed on her figure.

She’d already spotted him by then, straightening out the fighting posture she held against the poor exercise mannequin.

So, not only had he invaded her very private subconscious- now he was invading her personal gym time too. Greeeeat. What an awesome guy he was.

The doors closed behind him, as his brain struggled to come up with what to do. Would it be more or less awkward to just moonwalk back into his floor?

More, he thought with certainty. Definitely more.

“Um…” Bob mumbled, trying to look at anywhere else, but at her direction. Somehow looking at her gaze now felt like staring straight into the Sun. And he was sure his face was just bright red and embarrassingly numb as an entire day without sunscreen too.

There was another beat, and then Yelena offered, like an olive branch to his nerves:

“Want to spar?”

They had done it before, of course, every Thursday, 8 P.M. sharp. No delays tolerated ("10 push-ups for each minute you're late, yes?"). She always kicked his ass brutally into the ground, and he knew she was still massively holding back.

(“Why are we even doing this? It can’t be useful to you,” Bob had wondered once. She chuckled ironically, already posing for another round. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Bob.”)

“It’s still Wednesday,” he tried, though he hesitantly took a few advancing small steps. Her gravity was already pulling him without much effort.

“Technically,” she started, picking up and moving the dummy out from the training arena. “It is already Thursday.”

Well, he knew she hated tardiness, but this was something else. Yelena cleaned her hands against one other, clapped once and motioned for him to 'come closer'. Her neck moving from side to side, in stretching and preparation.

She waited approximately one second before she landed her first punch. Bob actually managed to block the second attack, his head brutally hitting the floor after the fourth.

Round two was even quicker.

Round three shouldn’t even be able to count, Yelena hadn’t even waited for him to put his guard up, already having him by the legs and down on the hard pad in a single motion.

“Come on, Bob. Pay attention.”

He did. He tried to.

Round five had a bit more of an attempt. Now, he managed to land a kick against her ribcage- which turned to be a bad idea, in the end. Since she used his airborne leg to throw him up and away from her. Very, very bad idea.

“No distracting,” she cautioned, in a low tone.

Round seven started by her circling around him, like a lioness. He blocked her when she launched at him and she smirked momentarily, turning to try and trip him. He dodged it miraculously, trying to go for a punch- only to find her left hand closing in on his fist and twisting it. Bob felt a blow to the right side of his abdomen, then another. And another. His forearm moved to block it, his feet losing their stance momentarily.

No, he recognized it too late.

Yelena had both her hands on his shoulder, swinging him like a ragdoll. Bob blinked and her whole body had thrown him backwards into the familiar ground. Still, from that angle he saw something he had never seen before: an opening. A misplaced stance.

It was probably testing him, but he took the bait- and successfully took her down by the ankles, sweeping her off her feet in the most literal sense. A loud thud landing beside him.

If she was surprised by it, she didn’t show it. Already moving to be on top of him in a millisecond, with both thighs connecting him at the hip, holding his wrists against the hard training cushion.

“That was a dirty move, Bob,” and he almost apologized before she continued. “Good job.”

The grip hurt so much it could probably draw blood. His back was killing him. His head was pulsating from the previous falls. His breathing was jacked, but then again, he noticed- so was hers.

The Salonpas and sweat hit his nostrils from close proximity. She rendered him immobile promptly, straddling him with ease, but it’s not like he wished to move either way. Part of him wanted to stay there, soaking in as much of her as he could. Part of him wanted to escape, though.

Most of him worried about it all; about the instability that came with this; whatever this was even supposed to be. A shiver went along his spine.

Neither of them budged, though. And neither of them spoke.

There was a single bead of sweat running down Yelena’s forehead, Bob noticed. His eyes traced the water down until it hit her neck and eventually splashed against his ribcage, looking up towards her lips then her reflecting eyes. She was reading him again; he could almost see gears turning around and smoke coming from her ears, searching for something within him with intensity and focus.

Her grip on him tightened and he shifted reluctantly. There was not much else to do, he was at her mercy. Just as he had always been, ever since the day they met.

The instant he laid eyes on her, all those months ago, she already had him on the palm of her hand. He was hers to do as she pleased – to throw around, to protect, to neglect or to keep. And, in another reality, to dance with.

He was staring, pleading; she stared back. An immense dialog having just taken place in the small interaction.

Bob opened his mouth, then closed it. Not sure if he would even be able to produce coherent wording. But he should probably say something, right? Not outright confess he loved her but, like, tell her how much he liked her blue eyeliner. Or how much he liked her hoarse voice and the way her accent made every word flow into another with intensity. Or how much he liked her brutal honesty and how she kept everybody on their toes. Or how much he liked her weirdly frank peptalks, whenever he or anybody in the team was feeling down. Or how much he liked her kindness and how easy it came to her, sometimes to a martyr degree, other times from a place of sincere self-preservation. Or how much he liked that she always lit up a room whenever she walked in. The light inside her could even be blinding and oh, how he would gladly go blind for it.

(He would always be hers to blind, to break.)

Yelena slowly released the hands pinned to the side of his ears, moving backwards, triggering Bob to involuntarily reach for her, supporting himself with his elbows. She was still on top of him, however, and still breathing heavy.

Mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert, he had to lick his lips.

“…Lena, I-”

There was so much to say, so little distance between them. Distance that was abruptly closed by Yelena grabbing at his collar and crashing her lips hard into his. Bob swallowed the shock at record speed, closing his eyes and letting the weight of her fall against him.

And no sooner had it begun, it was already over.

That first kiss, at least.

Because soon Yelena angled forward again, this time positioning herself better against his mouth and deepening the kiss. She tasted like alcohol and chamomile, and he wanted to drink her whole, if she let him. Hands trembling (from exercise, from Lithium, from nervousness), he grabbed at the sides of her neck, his thumbs caressing her cheek, body no longer his own. It was all hers. And it was all her.

All the love he felt for her and the fear of ever causing her any harm again, the feelings clashing and converging paradoxically. Cascading into a river, the meeting of clear and muddy waters.

“Yelena…” Bob whispered, not sure if he wanted to say anything beyond her name.

Either way, she cut him off with finality, running her tongue against his own until he could only produce the most primal of sounds. Yelena kissed as if it was a combat– with brute force and a need for something greater. Though the toughness of her intent contrasted with the smoothness of her lips. Bob wasn't interested in winning any battles, just happy to be kissing her at all.

There was no drug more intoxicating, and that was no exaggeration or hyperbole – it was a fact. Simply so strong and so intense, you couldn’t compare it to any other kind of high.

He felt a pang of electricity running through every spot touched by her, when she ran her way his hair, his neck, his shoulders, his arm… Leaving a painfully wonderful sensation along her trail, as if he was constantly being stung by Black Widow Bites.

Her nails dig into the flesh of his upper arm like a knife and, God, he hoped she stabbed at him deeper. His muscles longed for her in ways he couldn’t particularly understand. He wanted her to cut him open and consume him in like she were a feast.

Man, there was no way it was all his actual life.

(Actually, being completely honest here, he wasn’t entirely too convinced this wasn’t all just pure psychosis, his brain playing tricks on him once more.)

If there was such a thing as true happiness, this was it. Her mouth, her tongue against his teeth, on the insides of his cheek. Icarus melting over and over and over again- and falling with a smile on his face.

No high, no neuron-frying manic episode ever brought him this, Bob gathered. This was tangible. This was his entire world, on his fingertips, feeling heat and sweat and everything in between.

This was Yelena Belova. And she was the woman of his dreams.

And, for now, he would allow himself this happiness as it was.

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"If I should fall on that day, I only pray, don't fall away from me"

[twisted-love-game]

This blog contains sensitive topics such as stalking, murdering, cannibalism, suicidal ideations, suicide, mental illnesses, scary imagery, hospitals, crude language, abuse, mentions of sa, toxic relationships, death

Please take these warnings into consideration and proceed with caution No I do NOT condemn or support a lot of the topics in this blog

PATIENTS Patient 001: The MC(aka you!) You were admitted into the hospital about a year ago but you were locked in confinement for that time, not having any interaction with people besides the doctors. Until recently they let you out of confinement and you were able to meet the other patients. Patient 002: A shy and timid baker who was admitted to the hospital about a year ago as well.(learn more about them to unlock more) Patient 003: A tall, intimidating muscular man. He hasn't said a word since getting admitted into the hospital 11 months ago.(learn more about him to unlock more) Patient 004: A spastic botanist who seems extremely timid yet still try to interact. She was admitted into the hospital 9 months ago.(learn more about her to unlock more) Patient 005: He was the first person to introduce himself to you. Compared to most of the other patients on your floor, he seems to have a good head on his shoulders. He was admitted into the hospital 8 months ago.(learn more about them to unlock more) Patient 006: An extreme narcissist who was admitted into the hospital 8 months ago.(learn more about her to unlock more) Patient 007: A creepy looking person who hides their face and doesn't say a word. They were admitted into the hospital 6 months ago.(learn more about them to unlock more) Patient 008: A crazy mechanic that was admitted into the hospital 4 months ago. They still seems to cling to the life they had outside of the hospital.(learn more about them to unlock more) Patient 009: a mentally broken looking man who was admitted into the hospital 2 months ago. He's unresponsive.(learn more about him to unlock more) Patient 010: The most recent patient to be admitted into the hospital. They're erratic, violent, and completely unapproachable.(learn more about them to unlock more)

TAGS 🌀twisted love 💌fan content 🔞minors dni 🎤asks 📖story patient002 patient003 patient004 patient005 patient006 patient007 patient008 patient009 patient010

EXTRA INFORMATION Once again, I do NOT condemn actions such as stalking, abuse, murdering, all of that stuff is NOT okay, if you think it is, get off my blog please and thanks! On a similar note, I am not trying to romanticize the topics in this story, if it comes across like that please let me know so I can change it as that is not my intentions! As for mentions of sa, I won't be going into detail nor will I draw it, but some of the characters have sa in their story(some of them have been sa'd to be more precise) It's a sensitive topic, and I don't really feel comfortable writing about it too much. Post's talking about sa will be very far and few between. Characters in this story can die, they are supposed to actually! However! Just because a character dies doesn't mean I'll stop posting about them. Please feel free to continue to ask about that character, to get to know them! Even when the story ends, I'll keep continuing to post for the characters!

Please be patient with me, I'm a slow writer and not ever really proud of what I write! I know I also want to try drawing more specifically for this blog so that might be why it takes a bit to get back to asks, as well as just having a life outside of the blog!! I'm also still working on Cafe Sweet, this is more so a side project of mine that I plan on taking my time with to avoid Cafe Sweet burnout(Should also be easier for me as there's no coding involved LMAOOO but I can never focus on one thing at a time anyways hhhh)

This is a tumblr story game! I'll be writing out story parts and some story parts will have a poll for you guys to vote on that carries on that route! I won't be making a video game for this story like my other games, I thought this would be a fun idea to do with people that enjoy my stories and characters!

[barrenclan]

is it weird i’m thinking about a werewolf cormorantpaw au?? is that normal to think about werewolf cats??

(This was my Patreon illustration for October 2023! Go check it out if you feel like giving me a couple dollars)

Okay so fair warning, I have slightly hijacked this ask to talk about my MHA AU instead! I came up with it in a feverish pitch on the Discord this summer. But it's basically a REVERSE werewolf AU so it's fine!! WEHEHEHE ANYWAYS

I'm sure all of you know the basics of MHA, everyone has superpowers and there's heroes and villains and whatnot. (I have my own problems with MHA but it is such a fun world to play around with. And it has Shigaraki, which is a notable point in its favor. Regardless) The backdrop for this AU is basically the human AU for PATFW - ratty small Nebraska town, Defiance is a secret cult in the woods, etc. You can read more about it in the 'human au' tag.

I didn't include descriptions for Cormorantpaw and Pinepaw's Quirks in the drawing because I wanted to explain them a little more - they're a bit complicated. Pinepaw's Quirk, Seeing Eyes, allows him to form eyes on any part of his body, and up to around 20 at one time. However, any more than that and he starts to get overwhelmed; and unbeknownst to him, he starts getting prophetic visions. Corm's Quirk, Beastform, lets him change into the design you see in the drawing, basically a big Set animal with heightened senses and strength. But since his Quirk activated, the longer he stays in the form, the longer it is before he change back.

(Daffodilpaw, Asphodelpaw, Slugpelt, Rainhaze, Nightberry, Deepdark)

These are the rest of the main characters that I came up with Quirks for, although I do have some vague ideas for a couple other characters.

Applying Quirks is the main AU thing that changes here, and it's a big one with Corm! So in short, Thrasher (Dustin Turner) in this AU would have been a thief villain whose Quirk was having wings and talon-like hands and arms, but eventually one of his wings gets ripped off and it destroys his career. So when he starts having kids with Hush Puppy (Hope Turner), he’s super Endeavor about it and begins testing them all for training. Cormorantpaw (Cesar) becomes his favorite because of his Beastform Quirk, so he really starts hammering on Cormorant and doing his canon typical horrible abusive training.

They don’t realize at first the limit on Corm’s Quirk, since it's super short and unnoticeable at first, but eventually they realize that each times he changes it gets longer to change back. Once Hush Puppy dies, there’s nothing stopping Thrasher and he forces Corm to constantly train and do crimes for him in his Beastform. So by the time that he’s dead, Cormorant is essentially stuck in his scary beast form, and everyone assumes he was just born with a really fucked up physical Quirk. And then he comes to BarrenClan town! That's where the "plotline" of this AU would kick in.

And I did have to throw in an actual werewolf Cormorantpaw drawing. Mostly so I can justify my unhinged anime AU.

[milksnake-tea]

Dunno if you've ever answered an ask like this before, but do you mind telling us about your mutuals?

Rather, their writing styles and how they interact (No pressure if this sounds like I'm intruding on a boundary or something, I've noticed that you reblog a lot of works and I'm trying to find more fic writers from HSR and Genshin to support, but sometimes it feels a little scary 😅)

HELP NO IT'S OKAY !!! no fear in asking, we love people like you <333 these are mainly the mutuals that i've read fics from so that i can actually tell you how they write but still. THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ONE STRAP IN FOLKS. if i forgot ygs im sorry oops... also sorry for the tag COUGHS (esp to the ppl i keep tagging when i get asked abt my moots BYE kawa skip mhie naru ren im so sorry i love you i swear)

@generalsmemories

NARU !!! ONE OF MY FIRST EVER HSR MOOTS AND ONE OF THE WRITERS I LOOK UP TO THE MOST. her writing style is very scenic?? if i were to describe it, it's very dreamy and whimsical and it's like reading a fantasy book. very descriptive but not so descriptive that you're eating fancy words. she's jing yuan centric but occasionally writes for others such as dan heng and sunday! she's honestly very very silly when it comes to interaction, like in an older sister way <33 she talks like an aesthetic if that makes sense

@inarvii

skip has a very elegant feel to her writing like LORD. it's giving noble/fantasy thriller enemies to lovers but in a writing style i love her prose and how she really makes you feel the vibe of a scene. she's really kind and sweet, gives older sister vibes lowkey

@k9wa

kawa is like me but x497842389 cooler and with a lot better grasp on characters. you want proper characterization? you want big brain ideas? GO TO HIM. his writing feels theatric, like a movie or a play. it's so descriptive and he does an amazing job at describing action and characters and GRGRGRGR

@luvether

lord i dont know if its okay to tag you but uhm. hi waves hand 😭😭 honestly i haven't interacted w kou much but from what i can tell she's really nice!! BUT I HAVE READ HER WRITING. AND LAWRD. her writing feels like little snapshots of life, you feel like you're actually like. THERE. she always has the biggest brain of ideas i swear and i highly recommend her writing. mostly fluff with a touch of angst, one of my favorites fr !!

@emiken-070907

hi emi. bet you didn't expect to get tagged here huh. but you have one hsr fic and that's enough for me to slap you onto here and promo you (it's on ao3 and it's not an x reader, but it is a tragedy yanqing timeskip!!! i beta read for that btw flips hair (i still need to edit im so sorry emi please)). as for interaction, she is silly asf. TO ME PERSONALLY? shes like the ratty little sibling that you want to throw out the window but would also kill for. has great vibes over all, she's so sweet but sometimes shes a lil shit so. yeah. idk how she acts to followers but she is like that to ME. but she is full of whimsy and glee so there's that

@rainswept

edgar allan poe incarnate over here??? HELLO??? crow is. her writing is RAW. like okay this is going to get a bit gorey but they write like a freshly opened wound, it's vulnerable, it's poetic, it's pure imagery and i LOVE it. also another goofy moot. i think like just attracts like atp

@tragedy-of-commons

gwen is an absolute SWEETHEART. very silly. BUT THEY'RE SO SWEET. her writing is literally sunlight put into literary terms, if that makes sense. it's warm, comfy, and cozy (except when she kills you in the arms of your favorite character. which she has done) and i highly recommend her writing for a comfy read <3

@iceunhie

mhie is a HATER OF THE HIGHEST ORDER jk i love her she just bullies me GOODBYE 😭 mhie gives off older sister vibes, a lot of people (including me HELP) see her as intimidating but she's really sweet once you get to know her. or she calls you milk. who knows. ANYWAYS genuinely one of the people i look up to most, she always gives amazing feedback on writing and her own writing??? the prose??? she's a master at it. knows how to really elevate a piece and it's just really easy on the eyes. she's also a research writer, her jiaoqiu fic utilizes chinese proverbs and terminology and i think that's really neat <3

@st6rly

hi bottom beta. okay wait sorry you have a reputation i forgot ANYWAYS. SOL IS SUCH A SILLY GOOSE. i love him. BUT HE IS SO GOOFY AND I MEAN THAT IN A POSITIVE WAY. i haven't read that much about what sol writes unfortunately since i'm no longer interested in genshin that much 😭😭 but i've heard good things !! definitely someone you wanna check out if you like good vibes :D

@lowkeyren

ren my pookiebear my LORD !!! resident aquila favonia haver (she has like 21 as of right now) and she serves every time she writes. always gets slapped onto my rec list because she's one of the few writers that genuinely have me kicking and giggling 😭 really cute, really tension filled, one of my favorite authors :))

@scribs-dibs

SUNNIII true to his name his writing feels just so warm and light, like a slice of life anime. very relaxing reads, at least from what i've seen !! very warm, really really cute <33 like the main one that ive read from him is that alhaitham jealousy fic and??? the characterization was ON POINT. i loved it so much (the switch up made me laugh) as for personality. HES FUNNY. LIKE HES STRAIGHT UP HILARIOUS I LOVE HIM GO CHECK HIM OUT I SWEAR ITS WORTH IT

@akutasoda

q has a very pretty vibe if that makes sense, i haven't read much from them but i can definitely say that their writing style is beautiful, like a meadow full of flowers or a quiet stream. they've always been kind to me in that sort of older sibling way, and they're someone that i would trust as an emergency contact. lots of genshin and hsr from what i've seen on my dash, so definitely go check them out!

@aviiarie

avery's on the more reserved side, at least from my point of view, or maybe that's because when i first met them they had a ferminet pfp. they're pretty chill and casual, and can i just say? their writing is very easy to read, it has great flow and i can just lose myself in the fic. like i don't see the words i see what the words are saying, if that makes sense. avery also focuses on platonic writing, although they have been writing some romance with furina!! my personal favorite work of theirs was that fic of arlecchino comforting her crying child because it made me feel so much better about my life at 9 am when i just woke up.

@vynicity

FELICITYYYY she's a mutual in my heart even tho apparently tumblr thinks i dont follow her. but i do. ANYWAYS. another person that i consider on the more reserved side, but she's been fun whenever we talked. can i just say. SHE IS SO GOOD AT WRITING AVENTURINE. there's this one fic down the line about him being drunk??? i think??? and I ATE THAT UP because the tension and atmosphere that she managed to create. just magnificent. she has an aventurine series up right now iirc (i still need to read the new chapter im so sorry feli) and the prologue was. a roller coaster so definitely go check her out!

@vxnuslogy

vee is literally bursting with ideas and by god does she put them to use. i always see them brainrotting or thinking of new ideas or things to write, literally one of the most creative people ive met. can be a little silly, but still a sweetheart <33 her writing is more formal than what i'm used to i'll admit, but still a delight to read nevertheless <33 very descriptive is how i'd describe it, like it feels like she's looking at the scene as shes writing it

@ughscara

ayame is like. the sweetest person i have ever met. like ill be here being a little shit and she'll still be an absolute sweetheart I ALMOST FEEL BAD BECAUSE SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH MY ASS BYE 😭😭 i just recently reblogged one of her works and it straight up feels like it came out of a fairytale, it was so light and sweet <33