#my inbox is always open so....

[holykhepri]

ive been slacking again on here huh...

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[pidgeoryx]

I normally post my wips on a different blog but I wanted to share everything ive been working on so far this month!!! :^)

[baisemains]

A Thousand Words

lottie matthews x gn!reader

word count: 3.8k

contains: modern au, both of you are mid 20’s, sickeningly sweet fluff, food mention, making out, established relationship, slight language, mention of jackienat, the l word is dropped, suggestive themes at the very end, a Lot of hand holding, just go with it

description: when your girlfriend finds out you've never been to a fair, she drags you to the local one for date night.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

lottie matthews masterlist

A cool breeze slips in through your girlfriend Lottie’s bedroom window, a welcome break from the heat that’s been plaguing your town the last couple weeks. The sun will start setting soon, and the two of you are a tangle of limbs atop her plush comforter, having just woken up from a nap.

You’ve started scrolling on your phone, looking through social media and seeing how everyone’s been spending their summers. A couple of your friends posted on their story that they visited a fair yesterday, and the location tag tells you that it’s local. Noticing something, you announce your interesting discovery to the room.

“Jackie and Nat both posted that they were at the fair yesterday but they didn’t tag each other,” you snicker. “I don’t know why they’re acting like we don’t all know they’re dating, they’re shitty liars anyway.”

Turning around in your arms, deep brown eyes find your own, shining with excitement.

“Wait, I saw that! I was gonna tell you when we were on the phone last night but I fell asleep.”

She laughs, grabbing her phone and typing quickly, then turning the screen towards you to show what she was doing. She had pulled Jackie’s story up and typed a message into the reply bar.

Just tag Nat already, we know.

“Should I send it? It’s kinda messy but they’ve been doing this for weeks, like, just hard launch already.”

“Do it. They’ll get married thinking they’re still being subtle.”

At your encouragement, Lottie sends the note off, locking her phone and chuckling to herself, already imagining her friend’s reaction.

“Jackie might actually get pissed at me for that.”

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta give their asses a push.”

Setting your own device down, you wrap your arms around your girlfriend’s waist and pull her close.

“And if she tries giving you any shit for it, just tell her I told you to do it, she’s still kinda scared of me.”

Giggling, Lottie slowly leans into you, pausing only a breath away from your lips.

“My knight in shining armor.”

“Damn right.”

You close the gap and gently slot her lips between your own, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Hearing a hum, you just barely open your mouth, teasing her bottom lip with the very tip of your tongue. You feel her groan before taking over, kissing you with fervor as her hands slide up your neck to cup your face. The energy shifts after a few minutes, turning into something softer before the two of you separate and stare into each other’s eyes.

Lottie then looks past you out to her window and notices the color starting to change in the sky, sitting up to take pictures of it. She has easily over a thousand sunset photos but she insists on taking some every chance she gets, and you love how she enjoys little things like that.

Laying your head in her lap, Lottie moves a hand from her phone to scratch at your scalp, the action causing you to let out a noise akin to a purr. Looking down, she smiles and exposes her fangs, another one of your favorite things about her.

“Comfy?”

“Mm, yes actually, thank you for asking.”

That gets a laugh out of her, and at the same time, she gets a notification saying that Jackie has messaged her back. Opening it, she reads Know what? We’re friends. Groaning, Lottie simply shows you her phone, causing you to roll your eyes.

Grabbing it from her, you type out Everyone knows you’re dating, stop being a pussy and launch already 🙄 , sending the message and tossing the device on the bed behind you.

“It’s done.”

Lottie looks at her phone with wide eyes, shifting her gaze to you.

“Babe, what did you tell her?”

Smirking, you stretch your arms above your head and pat your stomach, suddenly hungry.

“What she needed to hear.”

Your girlfriend lets out a sigh at that, you were much more direct than she was and she wishes she could be fearless like that sometimes. She watches you stand up from her bed, steps relaxed as you make your way to the full length mirror on her wall, checking yourself out.

“You ready to eat? That nap gave me an appetite.”

She’s looking at her phone again, swiping through other people’s stories, Damn, everyone’s at the fair lately. She gets an idea and leans back on her elbows, waiting for you to look at her.

When you do, she’s wearing that smile that you love so much, and you subconsciously match it, walking over and placing your hands on her cheeks, enamoured by her. She brings hers up to cover them, turning to the side to kiss your palm.

“How do you feel about having dinner at the fair? I have a craving for a corn dog now.”

A corn dog? Out of everything in the world she could have? Just a few days ago, she took you to a Michelin star restaurant because she wanted pizza.

You look at her with a puzzled expression, eyebrow raised, but Lottie‘s looking at you with those glossy doe eyes and you’d have given her anything she wanted in that moment. Though you have no idea what to expect, you agree.

“I mean, yeah, that’s cool, there’s a first time for everything, I guess.”

Squealing, she stands up from the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking in her closet for a change of clothes. She finally registers what you said and looks over her shoulder, asking you a question.

“What do you mean, first time? Do you not eat when you’re there?”

You’ve moved to look around Lottie’s room, knowing she can take a while to get dressed.

“No, I mean I’ve never been to a fair.”

Seeing her freeze out of the corner of your eye, she turns to you, mouth agape.

“What?! Like not even as a kid with your family?”

Scratching the back of your neck, you now feel a bit embarrassed that you’ve never participated in this seemingly important activity before.

“Just never got around to it, I guess…”

Lottie realizes that she made you uncomfortable and tries to rectify the situation. Her face quickly softens and she steps in front of you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek, a gesture you’ve told her relaxes you.

“Babe, it’s okay, no shame in that. Sorry for being surprised, I just assumed most people have been before, but that’s dumb, everybody’s experiences are different.”

With a small nod, you look back at her, finding comfort in her understanding.

“But don’t worry, we are gonna go and have a great time, I promise.”

She punctuates her sentence with a kiss to your nose, and you laugh as she walks back to her closet, deciding what to grab among her abundance of clothes.

That’s another thing you loved about Lottie. Though she grew up an only child, she was very emotionally mature, and if she ever misstepped, she always apologized. She was also exceptionally giving and always made sure to provide you with experiences you otherwise might never have had. You were incredibly lucky.

“Okay. Don’t take too long getting ready though, I am getting hungry.”

Chuckling, she promises to do her best as you head to her bathroom to freshen up, distracting yourself from staring at your girlfriend while she changes or you definitely won’t make it to the fair. Almost a half hour later, she’s in a new outfit and has touched up her makeup, the sight taking your breath away. Though she’s just in a t-shirt and pants, her beauty is undeniable and never fails to stop you in your tracks.

“Oh.”

Taking your short response as a bad thing, Lottie looks down at herself, suddenly nervous.

“Is it too much? I picked leather pants instead of jeans cause I’ve never worn these but I can change—“

You cut her off mid rant by cupping her chin and pulling her into a firm kiss. When you pull back, Lottie looks dazed and is adorning a goofy smile.

“You look amazing. It was a ‘I can’t believe I’m dating the most gorgeous woman in the world’ 'oh', I promise.”

A slight blush begins to creep onto her cheeks and she looks down at her feet, bashful.

“Ah. Okay, thank you.”

Sliding your hand into hers, you squeeze it to bring her attention back to you, beautiful brown eyes gazing into yours.

“Ready?”

She nods excitedly, ready to create new memories with you.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

She leads you out to your car, moving to open the passenger door before you press a firm hand to it.

“Allow me.”

When you grab the handle, Lottie giggles as she slides in, blowing you a kiss as you make sure the door is firmly shut. Walking around to the driver’s side and settling in, you hand your phone to her to pick the music, turning the car on and starting the journey there. Your hands lay intertwined on her thigh the whole drive, windows cracked as the summer air envelops you both, sunset now visible through the windshield.

Once you arrive, you hop out and escort your girlfriend from the parking lot to the entrance, walking to the back of the short ticket line. Lottie plays with your fingers as you wait, always having to be touching you somehow. When you first started dating, you thought it was a jealousy thing but you soon learned that she just loved physical contact.

It’s finally your turn and when the cashier tells you your total, you begin pulling out your wallet before Lottie grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me.”

“Lot,” you start to protest but she simply pouts and your resolve cracks instantly.

“This was my idea so I should pay. Please.”

Sighing, you can’t argue with that, though you want to, and your girlfriend beams as you put your hand back in your pocket. After paying and thanking the ticket person, Lottie grabs your hand and pulls you towards the entrance, stopping in front of the lit up sign overhead.

“Let’s take a picture.”

She pulls out her phone before you can decline, not that you would have, and faces it towards the two of you. Centering you both and making sure the sign is visible, she snaps multiple photos, grinning in every one.

“Okay, what do you wanna do first? There’s carnival games, rides, food stands, we can do whatever you want.”

Your stomach grumbles at that exact moment, causing you both to laugh.

“Food it is.”

Walking over to that area, you’re overwhelmed with the options, reading every sign like a kid in a candy store. Fried pickles, fried Oreos, fried cheesecake. Whoa.

“Is everything here fried?”

Lottie giggles at your statement before a look of realization crosses her face.

“Um, no? There’s definitely other things to eat, I promise.”

Seeing a booth that looks promising, you internally cheer when you see more common food options. You settle on nachos and a soft pretzel, a safe bet before you dive into the more intense choices, and Lottie gets her corn dog. You make sure to pay before she can even try, practically skipping over to a nearby table.

Sitting down across from each other, you begin eating, seeing the content look on your girlfriend’s face as she enjoys her meal.

“Man, I haven’t had a corn dog from here in forever.”

A faraway look blooms in her eyes before she continues.

“My parents used to take me every year before they got divorced, it was one of the few places they wouldn’t argue.”

Nodding along, you don’t say anything as Lottie recaps her favorite memories from this place. Early on in your relationship, she told you that her parents separated when she was young, and you knew it was a sore subject for her, rarely ever talking about it. You reach a hand across the table and squeeze it, letting her know you’re there for her.

A sad smile appears for a second before she looks back at you, eyes roaming over your face.

“But now I get to make new memories with you.”

Raising her hand to your mouth, you press your lips to her knuckles in silent support. Her smile widens at the sweet act, and the look on her face has you mentally cursing out everything that’s ever caused her pain.

“I’m definitely full now. Can we go check out the games?”

Her enthusiasm is infectious and you can’t help but feel the corners of your lips tugging up into a grin.

“Of course, come on.”

Getting up and clearing your trash, the two of you head over to the carnival area, arms swinging between you. Lottie plays a few different games, not winning anything, and she asks if you want to join her but you’re content just watching her at the moment. Reaching the very last booth, Lottie sees something that has her stopping in her tracks.

“No way. Babe, look!”

She rushes over to stare at a large deer plushie hanging on the back wall, complete with dark lashes and glossy eyes that mirror your girlfriend’s.

“She’s perfect.”

You stroll over to get a closer look and once your gaze lands on the stuffed animal, you know you have to win it for her. Getting the worker’s attention, you give her the amount of tickets required before finally looking down at the game. You hadn’t realized it was a ring toss, which you’ve heard was notoriously hard, but you were determined.

Lottie backs away to give you plenty of room, and as the worker is getting you the rings, you try to map out your game plan. She tells you how many you’ll have to make for each prize, and when she says that you’ll need to land all 5 for the big ones, your back straightens up.

With no room for error, you toss the first ring and land it perfectly. Feeling good, you throw the next three with near perfect precision. The last one sits in your hand like a weight, and you take a deep breath before sending it up into the air, watching as it bounces off the bottle you meant it for, rebounding off of two more before landing on the very furthest one in the corner.

Lottie runs into your arms as you wrap them around her waist and pick her up, both of you ecstatic. Once you put her down, you face the worker who asks which prize you’d like to claim.

“The deer!” Both you and Lottie say at the same time, causing the girl in front of you to laugh and head to the back of the booth to grab it. She brings it over to you a minute later, handing it straight to Lottie who’s practically bouncing with excitement. Thanking the employee and wishing her a good night, Lottie drags you away, content with her winnings. She takes a generous amount pictures of it and with it, posting one of the three of you on her story with the caption our new daughter 🥹🦌.

“I can’t believe you won it on the first try, I wasn’t getting anything at the other games.”

You shrug with a smirk on your face, wrapping an arm around her hip.

“Beginner’s luck, I guess.”

Huffing, she bumps her shoulder into you as she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Sure.”

She’s going to tell you something else when a photobooth catches her attention and she looks toward you.

“Ooh, can we go take some pictures? They’ll be so cute.”

You’re down for anything at this point, feeling good after that win.

“We can do whatever you want, babe.”

You pull Lottie towards the machine, sliding onto the seat before pulling her into your lap. She draws the curtain shut behind her, both of you now realizing how cramped the space is. Feeding the necessary bills into the slot, you let your girlfriend pick the photo options, making sure it’ll be in color and give you two copies.

The countdown for the first picture begins and you pull her against you, her head leaning against yours as you both smile into the camera. The flash goes off, causing you to sit back before Lottie wraps her arm around the back of your head, squishing your cheeks together. For the next pose, Lottie pulls up the stuffed deer as best she can and places it in front of her chest. You take advantage of her being distracted and kiss her cheek in time for the loud click.

Facing you, Lottie eyes gaze into your own before drifting down to your lips and leaning in slowly, kissing you as you eagerly return the act. You see the bright light flash behind your closed eyelids but make no move to pull away just yet. Only once the unmistakable noise of photos printing announces itself does Lottie lean back, proud of herself for the effect she has on you.

Seeing the screen in front of you light up, you look to see that it’s giving the option to email the video that was recorded as the pictures were being taken. After sending it to herself to post later, Lottie bends over to grab the film strips from the tray they’re sitting in, cooing when she sees how they turned out.

“We look so cute.”

Facing them towards you so you can look, you immediately smile. The poses came out perfect, capturing the affectionate energy between you both.

Lottie flips one around and presses her lips to the back of it, leaving behind a subtle lipstick print, before handing it to you.

“That one’s yours.”

You can’t help but pull her back to you, pressing kisses all over her face before hearing footsteps outside of the booth, alerting you that someone else is waiting to use it.

Collecting your things, you and Lottie head out, giggling together as you pass the young couple who gets in the booth after. They remind you of yourselves and it almost feels like a full circle moment.

You’re now roaming the grounds aimlessly, hands intertwined as you begin heading towards the rides. Not looking for anything in particular, you end up in front of the ferris wheel and seeing that there’s not too many people waiting for it, Lottie turns to you with a smile.

“Wanna ride it?”

Nodding as you kiss her cheek, she walks you to the end of the line, and you two pass the time with conversation and picture taking, Lottie insisting on printing these photos out. Once you reach the front, the employee takes your tickets and ushers you into an empty cabin, closing the door behind you as you take your seats next to each other, setting the deer plushie on the floor.

The car starts moving up and the higher you get, the more you can see out towards the city. Night has fully arrived, and the lights below illuminate your girlfriend in a way you’ve never seen. Sliding away from her, Lottie looks at you in confusion before seeing you pull your phone out.

“I wanna take a picture of you.”

Smiling at your initiation, she begins posing for you, giving you plenty of material to choose from. Eventually, you reach the top of the Ferris wheel and stop, Lottie simply gazing out at the horizon but you can’t help but be in awe of her. Lowering your camera, you drink in her profile, wondering what on earth you did to deserve the woman in front of you.

“The view is gorgeous.”

Lottie softly smiles, eyes raking over the cityscape.

“Ugh, isn’t it? Everything looks so beautiful from up here.”

“I wasn’t talking about that.”

Turning towards you, she sees the look you’re giving her and her entire body begins to tingle, a warm feeling spreading from her chest outwards.

“C’mere.”

Obeying instantly, you move closer until your thigh is pressed against hers and Lottie’s hand is cupping your cheek. The moment feels so fragile that even breathing would shatter it, and all you can do is stare into her eyes.

“I love you.”

Big brown eyes shine with emotion, feeling so peaceful in this moment that she can’t help but utter those three little words that have gone unspoken until now. Breath catching in your throat at her confession, you always thought you’d be the one to say it first, but Lottie continues to surprise you.

Before you can think about it, you’re leaning in to capture her lips, over and over and over, conveying all of your feelings for the women in front of you. The cab jolting into motion breaks you apart, but you stay close, forehead leaning against hers.

“I love you too.”

When the ride finishes, the two of you step off, fingers intertwined, feeling light as air in the aftermath of the mutual admission. Lottie’s carrying her plushie, grinning like a fool while you have your free hand in your pocket, pinching your thigh to make sure this is real life. Both of you decide to call it a night after that, ending the evening on a high no one expected.

Reaching your car, you once again open the door for your girlfriend, allowing her to fit herself and the stuffed deer in the front seat. When you slide into the driver’s side and begin the drive to her place, the two of you settle into a comfortable silence, not feeling the need to communicate besides the occasional glance and hand squeeze.

Upon arriving, you park along the curb, turning the engine off and opening your door before rounding the hood to let Lottie out. She hops out of the car with ease, her smile remaining on her lips as she takes hold of your hand, pulling you towards the front door to her house.

Handing the deer to you, she opens her purse and begins to rummage through it, searching for her keys, and letting out a soft curse when she can’t find them quickly. You chuckle, stepping behind her, reaching around her waist and into the bag. Your front is now pressed to her back and your body is shielding both of you from the brisk night air. Finding the keys, you remove them from her purse, unlocking the door without any trouble, still standing in the same position. Lottie takes the chance to lean her back fully into you, enjoying the proximity.

“Are you coming in?”

You can hear the smile in her voice and you wrap your arms around her midsection, pressing your lips into her neck, leaving a quick kiss there.

“Of course, baby.”

Following your girlfriend inside, you kiss the entire way to her bedroom, the two of you expressing your love for the rest of the night.

(The next time you’re at Lottie’s, you notice the deer plush on her bed and the photo strip tucked into her mirror, constant reminders of the best night of her life.)

taglist: @t-wylia @theoreticalfreak

[giotanner]

Where are you cod fans? 🫵

[wikiangela]

for what it's worth, I will still create for bucktommy, write fics for them, even if I move away from fandom and/or the show a bit (or even stop watching completely). I haven't had a more inspiring ship in a while, maybe ever, and they haven't managed to kill that inspiration, and I'm not letting them take it from me. I will write about bucktommy until I'm completely out of ideas. they're ours now, tommy is ours now, and we can do right by them and give them the love and ending they deserve.

fuck canon.

[laurrelise]

and y’know whats really crazy to think about? javon walton and aidan gallagher were like 2 years apart in age when they played stanley and five

was watching some bts clips from season 3 and stumbled upon a video of them playing pool together in full costume and it’s actually like the sweetest thing in the world because they’re literally just kids. just having a good time

and then you watch the show and it’s like “okay so one of them actually is a little kid who’s just trying to have fun and one is a stressed, angry old man who’s desperately trying to save the lives of everyone on the planet”

also i edited together a little video of it because i really wish we’d gotten even one five and stan moment and there’s a bit of a hole left in my heart from its lacking so here is that

[jenoslutie]

I can just imagine the first time you and jeno have a go at everything that he barely gets the tip in before you're whining. You're so... tight. He hikes your legs up and grips where your hips meet your thighs, trying the hold you still, trying to squeeze in. You're squirming, pleading.

What for?? You don't know.

One second you're begging, almost asking to stop, just to follow it up with a desperate moan. You have tears falling down your face as he slows down. You look down, expecting him to be all the way in, but it's far from over. Not only is he long, but the girth is unreal too.

He's shushing you as you cry. You're in pain, yes, but you also wanted to do good for jeno. He holds you close as he slowly pulls out- your poor cunt already sore and red. He backs up and spreads your legs, almost inspecting his work. This just makes you cry harder- he stares at your irritated cunt in such a condescending way and he laughs are your whimpering.

"Poor baby can't even take cock, can she?? You're just too tight, baby. I'm gonna make you mine though. I'm gonna mold this cunt into the shape of my cock; gonna ruin you for everyone else."

This just makes you cry harder at the thought of being his, only his. You start grinding into the air, your legs still spread and jeno laughs again.

"I guess I do have to reward you for trying so hard, baby... tell me what you want and you'll get it."

"Y-y-your-your mouth, please. I want your mouth on my cunt," you stutter between cries.

He smiles that evil, condescending grin again, diving in like a man starved. Lapping at you and rubbing at your hole, almost trying to soothe it. You whine at the pressure and grab his hair, which just makes him more desperate, grinding his leaking cock into the mattress. He continues lapping at you and teasing your hole, making you come. He quickly sits on his knees, relieving his spent cock just inside your still sore cunt.

"Can't wait to fill you up and really make you mine, baby," he kisses your forehead, "we'll just have to try until it fits."

(I am ovulating and lonely)💚💕

HOLY SHIT anon you’re a fucking GENIUS???

thinking about jeno making you cum with his mouth so it would be easier to slip into you 🤭🤭

he’d hold your hand through it too. assuring you that he’s got you and to tell him if you need him to stop. but that’ll only last until he finally gets barely halfway in you and you let out a loud whine.

“more jeno. please”

and he'd give it to you. bottoming out all the way and giving you a a moment to adjust before he'd rocks his hips into yours, setting a steady pace which made you cry out. jeno was big. not even big, he was huge. it felt almost like you could feel him everywhere in you.

LORD do i love jeno....

[bluvlet]

Trolley Problem text posts part 3 (part 1, part 2)

[jethrowest]

i feel alone in my body; i feel a silence underneath…

- jaded by spiritbox

eva (the boys oc)/homelander

for @blindmagdalena 🖤

commissioned art (full sfw-ish piece at the end) by @thevanityofthefox 🖤

mdni! 18+! homelander is a warning altogether.

It’s enervating being close to someone like Homelander.

At first, it had been deliciously overstimulating receiving the tiniest speck of his energy. What he’s comprised of. Every single experiment performed on him; everything he’s destroyed and killed in the process.

It’s addictive to Eva. She can pour all of her pain into him, and, in return, taste the bottomless pit he is. This shining beacon of macabre hope.

He reminds her constantly that she needs him. While that holds significant weight, she can extract nourishment elsewhere if she chooses to, just as she had before knowing what he could mean to her.

She requires life to sustain her own. Such sustenance can come from plants, insects, animals, people, Supes; anything that has vitality.

This is simply another aspect for him to control, and she understands that. If Homelander can feel his essence masking any and everything else in her their his world, then he’s almost as satiated as she is.

However, sometimes, it drains her more than fills. It’s a conflicting phenomena within her body. Electric currents that repeatedly shock her into rejuvenation, into a power she can hardly describe with words, and then, a heavy affectation that bludgeons itself across something that normally consists of the rarest gold. Parasites and mold and all things ugly masking what shouldn’t have become so tainted.

Homelander’s shadow, as she calls it, is what usually ruins the intense pleasure she drowns in.

She’s uncertain what might have caused him to shift, but that particular darkness now enshrouds him, and she picks up on it straight away. The warmth emanating from him fades, replaced by a cold, eternal sickness.

Eva can absorb energy through her hands. If she concentrates enough, she can use her mind as well. But that requires a lot more than she can often give.

He’s demanding of her abilities, slipping ungloved fingers inside her nightgown. He grips her breast with fervor while his tongue flicks like a serpent’s, whispering the oldest of sins into her burning ear.

He coaxes her own unsheathed palms to take so he can see himself reflected inside her shapes, dips, curves, and colors. So he can become one with something outside of himself.

So he can be more than he’d been promised. Than he’d been conditioned to believe.

It’s not the first time he’s fucked her to experience even a fraction of what and who he is.

It’s lonely being the only one like him. The singular star at the top of the universe’s Christmas tree, separate from cookie-cutter tinsel and baubles.

It’s lonely being someone who is a reflection of all they’ve gorged on and buried within themselves. Homelander digs himself out as much as he can, causing a pain so deep, it’s beyond bones.

Gradually, Eva has become his mirror, and she’s lost herself within it.

dividers credit

writing tag

[i-like-forcefem]

Positive reinforcement forcefem. You get one marshmallow if you put on pants, and two if you put on a skirt

The pants in question are of course incredibly girly with embroidered flowers on them and a brighter shade of blue then you’ve ever seen before

In my opinion it’s even girlier then the skirt

Cuties still tend to pick it over the skirt though

And this mindset leaves them in a Gothic Lolita dress by the end of the week just because it’s not as bad as the Cutsey Lolita dress

though at this point we both know she’d love to wear it, so tomorrow I’ll let her pick what matching shoes she wants wear under the dress, extremely cute shoes for 2 marshmallows, or plain white Mary Jane’s for 1?

She’ll be so busy deciding that she won’t even notice that she’s already wearing the dress she said she hated yesterday

[xoxoemynn]

Hello OFMD crew! I love you and I'm happy you're here. 💕

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Hello, your neighborhood Darry Curtis angst truther here. I would love to see what kind of Darry angst your magical brain can cook up, but I am partial to a sickfic. I can’t wait to read what you come up with!

oh I LOVE this!! Sick darry rots in my brain NON stop LOVE LOVE this ask!! fic under the cut!! TYSM FOR THE ASK!!

cw!! vomiting (nothing graphic!!)

Darry didn't get sick. He just didn't. He would defy the laws of nature and manage to avoid it in the middle of January takin' care of both Pony 'n Soda who'd managed to get strep and flu respectfully. He'd dodge it when Two took up a permanent residence in his bed with the stomach bug for a week. He'd come out without a scratch when both Dallas 'n Steve had the common cold 'n acted like they were goin' to have to be put down come dawn.

Pony 'n Soda claimed that Darry managed to stay healthy as a horse all year long on pure stubbornness. Darry had told them that if that was the case, Pony would never have caught so much as a cough.

Yes, Darry Curtis had a track record to uphold. A record he was currently watchin' slip straight through his fingers.

"G'mornin' Dar," Soda's already in the kitchen when Darry walks in, a bad sign. Darry can't remember the last time Soda had gotten ready before anyone. The second he claps his eyes on Darry his brows knit in concern. "You ok?"

"'Mornin', honey. I'm fine." He has to be. He ruffles Soda's hair 'n tries to walk past him, he can hear the sound of an egg burnin' on the pan 'n he's really not in the mood to have to scrape it off. The smell makes his stomach do a sudden, violent lurch. Soda easily blocks him, noddin' for Dallas, who leans over 'n takes the pan off from where he's sittin' in the window sill. "C'mon, kid."

"Somethin's wrong." Soda reaches up to put his palm on Darry's forehead 'n Darry easily bats him away.

"I just slept bad, I'm fine." To be fair, that was the truth. Or at least partly. Dallas had rolled in past three in the mornin' from a shift with the ponys at Buck's 'n climbed straight into Darry's bed, wreakin' like a stable 'n twice as cold. When he had tried to kick the kid out he had fought, literally, tooth 'n nail. Somethin' about Soda not bein' warm 'n Pony not sharin' the blanket. Never you mind it was the spittin' middle of summer. Darry had conceded, if only for the chance to go back to bed. The culprit glanced over his shoulder 'n grinned 'n Darry narrowed his eyes at him.

"Well... alright." Soda reluctantly moves out of the way 'n Darry squeezes his shoulder, grabbin' a piece of dry toast from the counter 'n movin' to put his shoes on. "Are you 'n Steve walkin' to the DX or d'you need a ride?" Steve 'n Soda's love child of a beater had recently done the only thing it did well, stop workin'. Again. Steve swore this time it was just the muffler. Easy fix. Last time he'd said that their car had sat on Darry's lawn for a week.

"We'll walk- wait you gotta have some breakfast." Soda stubbornly moves to cut him off again 'n Darry chuckles fondly, easily manhandlin' him out of the way.

"I'm gonna be late kiddo." He holds the toast in his mouth 'n steps into his work boots. "Hey, one of you make sure Pony gets up before you leave or else I swear he'll sleep all day." Darry shoves aside the feelin' in his gut, half premonition, half sickness.

"I'll get him up later." Dallas climbs off the counter 'n both him 'n Soda share a look. "You sure you're good, man?"

"Glory, you two really know how to make a man feel better." Darry rolls his eyes but gives them both a grin. "I'll be fine. Now, I'll be 'round to pick up you 'n Steve after work, 'n Dally, you're on dishes." Dallas scowled but didn't complain which wasn't much of a comfort. Darry must look bad if Dallas wouldn't kick up a fuss.

He was fine. He'd be fine.

God knows what they would do it he wasn't.

...

Darry was home by noon. Apparently, they don't take kindly to you vomitin' up breakfast at the construction site. He'd begged to be able to stay but his boss had stood firm on it. He was a real good man, had worked with his father, 'n had offered him the afternoon paid time off.

He'd barely gotten home. It was like all at once his body had just decided to quit workin'. His legs fell like jelly as he climbs out of the truck, white knucklin' the railin' to get up the steps.

"Pone?" He calls when the door swings open 'n is greeted with nothin' but the vague smell of burnt eggs. He instantly ducks into the kitchen 'n brings up bile. Well. Shit.

He reaches over 'n slides the window open, hopin' to circulate some air into the house. Only the sticky, tempid dry heat of Tusla summers trails through the screen. Darry sinks down to the basin, restin' his hot forehead against the cold metal.

Alright. Up. The house is, mercifully, empty 'n Darry makes quick work of shruggin' off his shoes, shirt, 'n work belt. He trudges down the hall 'n ducks into the relative darkness of his room. He's asleep before he realizes it, passed out on the bed with his Levi's still on.

...

"Darry?" Darry wakes up with a migraine, head swimmin'. Soda's voice calls from somewhere in the house 'n it's got a shrill high note of panic in it. Darry glances to the end table 'n has to shake his head three times before he processes the time. Six in the afternoon. Shit.

Darry sits up too fast 'n the world spins around him. No. No no no. He couldn't do this. The door to his bedroom bangs open 'n Soda appears in the doorway, face flushed, hair stickin' in every direction. Steve hovers behind him lookin' just as stricken.

"Oh, fuck. Dar you don't look good." Soda sits down on the bed 'n pushes Darry's hair off his sweaty forehead in a way oddly reminiscent of how Darry often did to him. He tries to grin, sits up a little taller, shakes Soda off 'n doesn't even grimace when just that makes his head damn near split. Soda doesn't fall for it one bit. "Darry you lay back down. Steve go get some soup from the cabinet, I know you haven't eaten anythin'." Soda shoots him a determined look 'n nods to himself when Darry doesn't protest. Steve spares him one more worried frown 'n disappears back down the hall.

"I'm fine Soda." Which is just about the biggest lie he's ever told.

"No, you're not." Soda leans over 'n presses on Darry's shoulder to make him lie down. He pretends it doesn't scare him how little force it takes. "You would never have forgotten to pick up me 'n Steve if somethin' wasn't wrong. 'N you definitely wouldn't be home early. Now, hush." Darry glances at him guiltily but now that he's layin' back down he can barely hold his eyes open.

"'M sorry, kiddo." Soda squeezes his shoulder 'n drops a kiss to his hot forehead.

"It's alright, Dar. Let me take care of you for once." And he thinks he says somethin' but, truthfully, he's asleep before he can be sure.

...

The next time he wakes up the sun is low outside his window, the shadows stretchin' long across the floor. He feels worse. Somehow. His body aches like he's been hit by a truck. His throat is sore 'n raw 'n he can feel the barely stagnant nausea in his stomach. When he turns his head the migraine flares to life along the edges of his vision.

"Darry?" Darry squeezes his eyes shut, the low voice soundin' like a gunshot in the silence. He blinks blearily, lifts his head 'n searches for the voice's owner.

"Pone?" The armchair from the living room has been drug into the corner of his bedroom 'n Pony is curled up in it. Darry can hear the sounds of Soda, Steve, 'n Dallas all in the kitchen down the hall 'n he grimaces.

"Yeah, Darry it's me." Shit. Pony shouldn't be in here. He can't afford the kid gettin' sick. Or seein' him like this. He's not supposed to be fallible. Glory, he doesn't have it in him to look strong right now. So he's gotta get the kid out.

"Your brother know you're in here?" Pony worries his lip between his teeth.

"No, he didn't want me to bug you but... I didn't want you to be alone." Glory, the kid could be a thorn in his side sometimes. But then he'd turn around 'n say somethin' like that 'n Darry really didn't know what he'd done in his life to end up with such good kid brothers.

"C'mere, Ponybaby." Darry shifts over, bites back on his wince, 'n Pony immediately curls up in the crook of his arm. Darry strokes his hair gently 'n Pony clutches Darry's side like if he can't hold on to him he'll vanish. The heat of Pony's body is nearly unbearable against Darry's fever-ridden sickness but Darry'll be damned if he's not gonna give his kid brother whatever comfort he can right now.

Darry's just startin' to drift again when the door eases open, the light from the hall nearly makin' him wretch. Soda slips in 'n eases the door shut behind him, a bowl of soup steamin' in his hands. The smell makes Darry's stomach churn.

"Ponyboy Curtis, didn't I tell you to let Darry sleep?" But he doesn't sound mad at all.

"C'mon Soda," Pony tucks himself tighter into the crook of Darry's elbow 'n Darry squeezes Pony reassuringly.

"Pony, mind your brother. I'll be fine." He gives Pony a gentle shove 'n Pony slides reluctantly off the bed 'n to Soda's side. Soda drops a kiss to his head 'n Pony slips out into the hall with a single worried glance back.

"How ya feelin', Dar?" Soda plops down on the bed, settin' the soup down on the end table 'n handin' Darry a glass of water.

"I'm-"

"If you say fine I'm gonna call you a liar." Soda wags a finger 'n Darry scoffs, flinches.

"I've had better days." Darry takes a small sip of the water, it feels like acid down his dry throat.

"You don't say?" Soda chuckles under his breath 'n takes the glass back, swappin' it with the soup 'n fixin' him with a look when he grimaces. "You gotta try to eat somethin', Dar."

Darry holds the bowl in his lap 'n takes a long steadin' breath. He doesn't want to. Honest. But he's spent too many mornin', noon, 'n nights fightin' with sick kids to know better than to refuse. He wasn't gonna make this any more stressful on Soda than it already was. "You know, Pepsi, you're pretty damn good at this older brother thing."

Soda folds his legs up crisis-cross under him 'n smiles ruefully. "I'll be happier when I can hand the position back over."

Darry chuckles 'n reaches out ruffles his hair. "Sorry, kiddo."

"For what? If you're apologizin' for gettin' sick I'm gonna make you eat the casserole I made for dinner instead of Steve's Campbell." Soda shoots him a stern glare he can't quite hold.

"Apologizin'? Who's apologizin'? I was feelin' sorry for myself." Soda howls his laugh 'n Darry has missed hearin' it so bad he manages to completely ignore the way his migraine fuzzes around his temples.

"Alright, mister, no more stallin'. Eat." Darry manages two bites in ten minutes. Then he vomits both it 'n the water back up.

"Dar..." Soda rubs his back 'n Darry bites his lip hard. He wants to bawl. He won't do that to Soda. "I think we're gonna hafta call a doc."

"Look, give me another day. I'm not gonna drain our entire fund for some stupid cold, ok? I'll be alright. Give me another day." He somehow finds it in him to sound more assured then he feels.

"Oook." Soda doesn't look confident at all as he takes the bowl off the end of the bed, most of the can still remainin'. "But, Dar?" He pauses until Darry looks back up at him.

"What is it, Pepsi?"

"We'd make it happen. It ain't a drain if it means we can fix you up."

"Alright, kiddo." 'N they both know he doesn't believe it. "Now get your ass outta here before you get sick too."

Soda offers only a wobbly version of his usual grin as he pulls the door back open. "Hey now, I ain't ready to hand over that in charge title yet, young man."

...

"Darry? Darry, c'mon man." Darry wakes to rough hands shakin' him 'n immediately knows it's not Pony or Soda.

"Dar, you're scarin' me, c'mon." The second Darry opens his eyes the hands drop him. Dallas sits back, eyes wild, hair fallin' in his face, hands clenchin' 'n unclenchin' on his knees.

Darry blinks hard, realizes three things at the same time. His heart is beatin' so hard he can hear the blood as it rushes in his ears. There's a name on his lips. Somethin' startin' with an M he knows before he has to ask. His throat is sore, 'n not from all the hackin' he's been doin'. The kind you get from screamin'.

He opens his mouth to answer 'n immediately brings up the contents of his stomach into the bucket Soda had left when he brought dinner. Dallas flies to his side, bony hand restin' on Darry's back. "Shit, Darry."

Darry squeezes his eyes shut, groans. The second he stops feelin' like heavin' around nothin' he sits back 'n refocuses on Dallas. "Shit, kid. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

"Am I? Dar, I was worried about you, man. I'm fine." But he's still got a flash in his eyes Darry knows, the restless way his spins his ring around his finger. He opens one arm 'n Dallas hesitates before slidin' over 'n droppin' his head down to Darry's shoulder.

"Was I havin'... a nightmare?" He doesn't need to ask. He knows. They run in the family. Darry was just better at keepin' 'em locked down.

"Yeah, man. You were, uh, callin' for Mrs. C." He had figured. He lets out a long breath 'n rests his head down on Dallas', their temples together.

"You sure you're alright, kid?" Dallas presses his elbow against Darry's ribs 'n Darry does them both a favor 'n pulls him flush against his side.

"Yeah, man, I'm sure." They're quiet for a few moments. They don't need to say anythin'. "I'm glad Soda's asleep. Pony wanted to sleep in here but I told him no way, man, that kid's annoyin' when he's not sick."

Darry chuckles 'n lays back down. Dallas flips around a few times before settlin'. He's got the minimum amount of contact with space to have none. Darry lets out a huff of a laugh. He gets the touch thing from Pony, no contest.

"Thanks for wakin' me up, kid."

"Yeah, well, don't mention it. You were thrashin' around 'n takin' up my whole side of the bed 'n shit so I kinda had to." Darry laughs again 'n doesn't mention Dallas' doin' what he does best: pretendin' everythin' is ok. His migraine flares so bad he feels like his skull might just crack in half to remind him that's not the case.

"Dal, I don't want you catchin' this. Why don't you go elbow over Soda tonight?" When he twists to look at Darry he's got that look in his ice-chip eyes that tell Darry arguin' is pointless. He may not have gotten his stubbornness from the Curtis' but he damn well fit right in.

"Don't mention it."

...

Darry has his feet on the floor before he can fully process anythin'. He blinks his eyes, rubs at them blearily. Lets out a sigh when his stomach turns over. He's gettin' real sick of the wakin' up 'n driftin' off thing. Mostly 'cause every time he was up he expects to feel better 'n that is never the case.

He glances at the clock at his bedside. A little before six. Like clockwork. Darry never needed to set alarms. He just woke up when he was meant to. Pony had complained about that for years. 'N Darry, in turn, had complained about his obnoxious alarm clocks.

It takes a moment for him to realize he's suddenly ravenous. He's so goddamn relieved he could cry.

Dallas is gone but that's to be expected. Dallas was an oddly early riser. He would go to sleep at two 'n still wake up before Darry. Darry creeps into the kitchen 'n finds Dallas where he always is, curled up in the window sill. He also finds Soda, awake again.

"Hey lil' buddy, what are you doin' awake?" Soda whips around, still half asleep. He looks so soothed for a moment, the stress fallin' out of his shoulders. Then he gets a good look at Darry.

"What are you doin' out of bed?" Soda shrugs his DX shirt around on his shoulders, takes the coffee Dallas offers him.

"I've gotta go to work, kiddo. I'm feelin' better." Darry grins, holds his head stiffly 'n walks around the side of the table. Dallas jumps off the counter 'n, between the two of them, manage corner him.

"Nuh uh, no siree. I let you go to work yesterday 'n look where that got you." Darry sighs, lets Soda manhandle him down into a chair like just standin' too much could make him keel over 'n die. Darry won't admit he might be right.

"Soda, I love you. We can't afford this." Soda shoots Dallas a look Darry can't read. And that unsettles him.

"Don't worry, Dar. We got it covered. Plus, Soda already called you in sick so it's too late now." Dallas turns around 'n slides an egg that is somehow both over 'n underdone across the table. So Soda cooked. Darry snakes a hand out 'n snatches both of their wrists. Dallas jumps a lil' but neither look particularly surprised.

"This 'Got it covered' shit legal?" He fixes them both with the sternest look he can manage. His appetite is slippin' away from him again 'n he hates to admit it but Soda's probably right. Another look between the two of them 'n Darry gives them a shake.

"Look, Dar. Don't worry about it." Darry lets out an exasperated sigh 'n Dallas rolls his eyes. "Yes, it's legal. Soda 'n I are just pickin' up extra shifts, ok? Glory, you wouldn't let God have his second comin' without callin' you first."

Darry lets out a sigh of relief 'n chuckles. "Since when did you get religious, Dallas Winston?"

"Since the Devil thought it'd be funny to dump me in the middle of Tusla, Oklahoma with you bunch." Dallas scuffs his foot on the tile 'n Darry's laughs become a hackin' cough. Soda 'n Dallas glance at each other again.

"Look, you two, I appreciate it. But I'm not gonna make you work extra to pick up my slack. I'll just call back. I can go in." Soda sighs 'n sinks down into the chair across from his brother.

"Darry, just let us do this, alright?" He fiddles with his shirt, the mug, a curl of his bangs. "You do enough, Dar. Let us just do this."

No, he thinks, I never do enough.

Darry looks his kid brothers over again. Feels that familiar kick that he will never deserve this. "Fine." He swallows bile as it rises up his throat. "Fine. I'll stay home."

"And you won't do any housework- or anythin' Pony wants." Soda bounces back instantly waggin' his finger 'n grinnin', but that's how Soda's always been. "I better come back to this house a disaster!"

"Yessir." Darry throws his hands up, hesitantly tries for the eggs again.

"Steve's comin' in after school so if you need anythin' call Two, OK?" Darry nods again 'n Soda grins 'n pours him a glass of water.

"I'm gonna let Pony know we're headed out." Dallas disappears down the hall 'n Darry can hear him pokin' at the kid 'n when that doesn't work, drag the kid out of bed. In the literal fashion.

"OW!"

"Are the eggs ok? I cooked 'em." Darry goes for the least runny bite he can get.

"Great, kiddo. Thank you." He snaps Soda up 'n drops a kiss to his messy hair.

"-'n if I hear about you bein' a brat I swear to God-"

"Pony'll be stayin' here. I tried to get him to go but..." Soda trails off 'n they both hear the distinctive sound of two bodies hittin' the floor.

"I don't want him here on my account. He's not skippin' school if he ain't sick." Darry swallows his bite 'n bile crawls up his throat immediately. Soda watches him carefully.

"Well, if you wanna fight with the kid I won't get in you're way. But, uh, well you know how Pony is." He did. His migraine burns along the back of his head. Please Pony, he feels a little guilty but it doesn't stop him from thinkin', don't be yourself.

Dallas 'n Pony appear in the kitchen again, both tousel-headed 'n scowlin'. The second Pony lays eyes on Darry, however, he lets out a soft little noise of relief 'n throws himself into Darry's arms.

"Hey, kid." Darry runs a hand through his hair 'n pulls him into his lap.

"Dar, you're ok." He tucks his head under Darry's chin 'n Darry smiles. Maybe he should get sick more often.

"Well, don't be too happy. I'm gonna tell you somethin' you're not gonna like 'n I'm not fightin' on it." Pont leans back, furrows his brows.

"Ok?"

"You're goin' to school today. I'm not gonna have you skippin' for my sake. I'll be fine alone, Pone." Pony's face scrunches up into a scowl again.

"But-" Dallas clears his throat 'n Pony snaps his mouth shut. "Fine." He clambers away from Darry 'n back out into the hall, not quite managin' to avoid the whack to the back of the head Dallas sends him with a smirk.

"Glory, you 'n Soda run a tight ship, huh?" Dallas grins, shrugs on his jacket.

"Well, can't have the kid turnin' into a knucklehead 'cause you have to call out of havin' a stick up your ass for one day." Pony 'n Darry let out twin noises of indignation, Pony's comin' from somewhere around the corner. Soda 'n Dallas both howl.

"Watch it, you two. Once I get better I'm gonna have to beat your fool heads in." Darry rests his head on his hand, proppin' his elbow on the table. Glory, why did bein' sick make him so damn tired?

"Have to catch us first!" Soda splits into a toothy smile 'n slips out the screen door, snappin' the keys off the counter. "Don't you dare do nothin'- remember!"

"C'mon Pony! Leave now or walk!" Dallas shouts into the hall 'n Pony comes flyin' back out with his bag. He only stops long enough for Darry to press a kiss to his temple. Dallas kicks him in the ass 'n Pony turns back around to sock him in the ribs.

"Get better, Dar!"

"Yeah, 'n call Buck's if you need me." Darry rolls his eyes 'n follows them to the door, shuttin' it behind them.

"Somehow I'll manage. Glory, y'all have become frettin' hens!" Soda cracks up, squawks 'n flaps his hands. Pony shakes his head but can't hide his grin. "Love y'all."

"Love ya, Dar!"

"Yeah, man."

"Get better, Darry!"

The truck pulls out of the drive too fast 'n zips down the street. The second it vanishes around the corner exhaustion hits Darry again. He ducks back inside 'n is in bed before the sound of Soda gunnin' the engine is too far to hear.

...

The smell of dinner wakes Darry up. When his stomach flips it has nothin' to do with sickness. God, it smells good.

He kicks the blanket off 'n almost cries when he isn't swelterin' or shiverin'. When he gets to his feet his head doesn't swim. Glory, it doesn't even hurt. Heavensake, he'd forgotten how good it felt to not have a headache.

He eases the door open 'n the sound of an Elvis record they've nearly burned through skips on the player. It scratches 'n Darry can hear Steve 'n Dallas goin' back 'n forth over the new Hollies single or the Yard Birds. Dallas wins out 'n The Hollies drifts down the hall.

Darry pokes his head into the kitchen 'n Soda stops jabbin' at Two who was fixin' somethin' at the stove. He takes Darry in from head to toe 'n then grins wide. He looks exhausted but also younger than he has since the moment he came home to Darry 'n his bug.

Pony glances up from where he's workin' at his math homework 'n splits into a big smile.

"Dar!" He shoots out of his chair so fast he nearly knocks it over. Dallas 'n Steve duck into the kitchen from the living room both lookin' suddenly, jarringly relieved. Pony throws his arms around Darry 'n Darry pulls Soda into the hug.

"You feelin' better, Superman?" The smell of gasoline clings to both Steve 'n Soda. Horses to Dallas'. Pony's homework it half done. No one coercin' him. The meal Two's pullin' out of the oven had taken at least an hour of prep work. Darry knows from experience. 'N they're all lookin' at him.

"Yeah, you know? I am."

[heyimkana]

Imagine Jinwoo coming home like this? He's bloodied, bruised, his clothing's torn to hell, and adrenaline's coursing through his veins. Feral and fresh from the fight, he longs for your touch. To soothe his frayed nerves and serve as an outlet for sexual release.

The second you are within his sight, Jinwoo pins you to the wall and captures your lips in a scorching kiss, one that's all teeth and tongue. A string of saliva trails from your lips as he parts from your mouth, his eyes half lidded and blown with lust.

Your panties have dampened, your nipples poke through your thin night shirt, and a dazed expression paints your face. Jinwoo thinks you've never looked more lovely.

You let out a pretty gasp when he runs the calloused pads of his fingers along your clothed slit.

He mouths against the vulnerable column of your neck and purrs against your skin.

"Looks like I kept you waiting, huh sweetheart? Here, let me make it up to you."

"So fucking pretty and wet for me, and I've barely even touched you. "

"My mind was filled with nothing but you the entire time I was in that dungeon. Thinking of all the ways I wanted to kiss you, taste yourself, fuck you."

Amethyst alights his eyes, and the world spins for the briefest of moments when he turns you around and grinds his cock on your ass. Jinwoo then grabs you by the throat and tips your head back, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

"Do you remember our safe word?"

Your breath hitches.

"Dagger." You respond in barely above a whisper.

Jinwoo releases a pleased grunt and mutters, "Good fucking girl," before slotting your panties to the side and rubbing his cockhead along your soaked folds.

He silences your cries with his lips as he splits you apart on his cock, deft fingers molding to your hips.

💜

COURTNEY WHAT THE HECK I--

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Hi purppl! I saw your post. People believe that the sixth soul jam is actually Gingerbrave and the Ultimate Cookie, since Wind Archer Cookie mentioned that if the Ultimate Cookie wakes up, it will bring an age of despair.

https://x.com/drewjv_/status/1893407896852934702

Also, I love your art!

hiii!! :3 yeah, i am aware about that theory! however, i don't think i like it. it just doesn't click to me and doesn't make any sense in my head

maybe it's just that i don't really want to see gingerbrave getting that much power out of nowhere, that he obviously wouldn't be able to control nor know how to handle allat, i just want him to stay a silly little guy representing that you don't need much power and all that fancy stuff to make an impact to bring change, light and kindness into the world, to kinda contrast with the ancients + on top of everything, he is still a kid, trust me, kids do not want that huge of a responsibility lol

slightly offtopic but i also don't really like the idea of breaking the iconic number of 5 for ancients, beasts, their souljams and their virtues. (and wish to add that the virtue of LIFE sounds much more big and grand comparing to any other virtue we already have)

i can see why that trope of gingerbrave being a god powerful being seems exciting for people and if it will ever be the case and ends up happening in the game (which i'm 99,9% sure won't) well that'll be it, i will just take and accept it, but there are much more better ways of storytelling than just that

but hey!! it's still really fun lol i love thinking about different possibilities, what-ifs and their outcomes, so who am i to say no to explore interesting concepts? that's how cool aus are made :D

and thank you so much, i am so glad that people love my art and i am absolutely shoked of how much support and warmth i get, i appreciate y'all a lottt <3

[sphacelating]

i am unapologetically angry, glad to have made an accurate impression. on behalf of myself, but certainly also every other survivor of abuse who was drawn to this game for reasons that are obvious, who relate to these characters, and feel seen. i won’t say “represented”, we’re not spree killer cannibals posting from death row (well, if anyone is, i ain’t judging, feel free to correct me), but this story resonates deeply with a lot of victims of child abuse and domestic abuse, because the typical “perfect victim” portrayal in fiction is as common as it is unrealistic. tcoaal controversially rejects that myth as well as several others most of us cannot see ourselves in, and that’s what makes it hit close to home with such rarely encountered accuracy.

this game is important to a lot of people healing from extremely painful shit. and so, i care about whether or not this space is safe for not only me but others as well. i’m pissed as fuck by what i see because it isn’t safe by any means if we’re getting constantly uncomfortable, triggered, and feel fucking insulted by every other post we encounter. i’m passionate about abuse, go figure. i will call shit out that i know upsets not only me but a very significant chunk of tcoaal fans and it’s impossible to filter out this overwhelming amount of bullshit. i do it because it’s easy for me to spew my thoughts coherently into a post with relative ease and then save others the headache.

i’ve got no issue with those who are just here to have lighthearted fun with no skin in the game, so to speak, shitpost to your heart’s content, consume media however you please and enjoy it your way. as i keep saying, my issue is when you treat these heavy ass topics as a joke rather than with the necessary respect, make victims and their pain and trauma the butt of your shitty jokes, and harm the survivors sharing a space with you by being ignorant and absurdly disrespectful.

“it’s not that deep, it’s not real!” to you. to people who have lived through it, it definitely is real and seriously fucking deep and personal and evokes strong emotions like fingers pressing on a bruise. every time another survivor sends me an anon thanking me for saying what needs to be said (i do not publish them if they come across to me as personal out of respect), adds their appreciation in their tags, or replies to me expressing how much this means to them, it shows me again and again how important it is to speak up about these issues.

so. even if the fandom overall is a seemingly hopeless cesspool, my blog is a safe space and you’ll never see me put any insensitive, distasteful and deeply offensive bullshit on your dash following me.