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[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

hey fic lovers and fic authors!

tl;dr--direct link to fanworks permission statement builder

-> DO YOU LIKE PODFIC?

or have you ever wondered: what is podfic??? and why do i keep seeing podficcers on my dash posting about permission statements?

permission statements help your creative community to know which authors do or do not welcome podfic, etc without having to ask you personally in the comments or DMs!

so: if you are a fic author--please consider adding a 'Podfic Welcome' tag and/or a blanket / partial permission / denial statement to your ao3 and / or socials profile! if you do choose to give BP, there is a 'Blanket Permission' tag on ao3 too

(also applicable if you are a fic aficionado who has a verrrrry fav that you want podfic or other follow-on fanworks made of lol pls consider gently suggesting a profile permission stmt to that author)

-> you can use my ao3 profile, or my fandom bestie @maelstrom-of-emotions ao3 page for some examples of permission statements

-OR-

if you prefer, here is a helpful resource that walks you thru how to build a specific permission statement! LINK

and ​btw! this is especially important for podficcers in particular bc podfic is defined on ao3 as derivative work and cannot legally be posted to ao3 without specific author permission!!!

additional thoughts in part 2

*ps. if this post inspires you to make an update to your ao3 or other author profile, pls lmk in replies or rbs bc i'm curious lol*

pps. if you've read this far! thx for your time and attention 💖💖💖✨✨✨🎧🎙️😎🐈‍⬛💙 and HAPPY MERMAY lol pls send me ALL THE MERMAY FICS AND ARTS !!! i LOVE mermay so much it's my favorite fandom month

also idk why this was a search result for 'merperson' but bucky with a puppy was toooooo cute to resist

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[maeriquitecontrary]

Renko but make her derp.

Instructions unclear. Drunk Renko emerged instead.

[definitelynotshouting]

A Kemetic prayer to Bast for Jellie

Hail to You, O' Bast, Who guards the Two Lands! Hail to You, Iryt Ra! You who are swift and cunning, You who strike down enemies and nurture children. I ask that You protect and nurture the cat Jellie as she crosses into Your domain, through the Duat and into Your Hour. I ask that she is kept from harm and given safety and shelter in the cradle of Your arms. Hail to You, O' Bast, Devouring Lady, Mother of my Soul! I offer sweet cheese and fruits. I offer spiced tea and toasted nuts. I offer the ring of my sistrum. May Jellie only know warmth and good food with You, the comfort of the sun. May she hunt on under Your guidance. May she find peace and joy within Your company. Hail to You, O' Bast, Lady of the Ointments, the Knowledge through which death cannot approach too closely! I light this candle and ask that all those who have called this cat family find comfort and peace in this time of her absence. I ask that Your Light guides her to You, and that she remains safely within Your domain. May her name be forever remembered. May her ba be forever nourished through the shrines and images made in her honor. Thus it is done. Dua Bast!

this is free to reblog if you so choose, and i hope whoever reads it can find even a small measure of comfort in it❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[zukkaoru]

do you have any fave fics on like. any bsd female characters? like character exploration etc.

good fics centered on female characters are pretty hard to come by in the bsd fandom but i have compiled a list for you <3

if i am lost for a day by featherx THEEEE louisa fic of all time!! ft minor montcott, but mostly a louisa character study

the quintessential girlhood of yosano akiko by lizandre yosano character study, ft transfem yosano

we die alone, we'll all die young (what you care to die for?) by hannieuphoria gin character study, canon divergent au, mind the tags but ohh this fic is So Good

Morning glory by CureIcy kyouka-centric, ft. transfem kyouka

so temporary by justadino agatha christie x zelda, brief agatha character study, very good i love it

blue moon by ringingmaybelles kyouka-centric centering on platonic kyouka & atsushi

now i feel my stars align by thatwasanticlimactic higuchi-centric with black lizard found family and minor higugin

if i leave in the morning, don't be mad by paperkids lucygin no powers friends with benefits to lovers (there's no smut; it's rated t)

desert to ice floe (i will follow) by littencloud9 ranpo & yosano siblings fic (the focus is spread about evenly between yosano and ranpo)

Dreamhouse by halfpastmonsoon montcott with lucy being horror movie protagonist coded. as she should be <3

The Castles Garden by TheMidnightThief higugin royalty au fluff

forget-me-not by feralshadowdemon kouyou character study (haven't read this one myself but it was written by a beloved mutual whose other fics i love)

a butterfly in the country of spring by hail_hex yosano-centric, also haven't read this one but i've heard good things

and i'll add some of my own fics because why not!

beneath the candy-coated clouds higuchi/margaret florist x candy shop employee au

the wonder that we'll inspire  lucygin with gin adopting a lizard

with sweet understanding higuchi-centric valentine's day higugin

i'll hesitantly put my akutagawa siblings characters study fic here too since it has a lot of focus on gin, but with a disclaimer that gin is written as nb transmasc, and obviously there's focus on akutagawa as well since it's a study on both of them

[zishuge]

+ bonus Lingling honest reaction:

My judgement is right after all. If her brother is like this, then Baijie must be even kinder and more compassionate than you. The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 27

[semi-sketchy]

I know this is beating a dead horse at this point, but I just started thinking about this the other day and...

How many people that were previously enemies has Sonic ACTUALLY befriended?

Like my knowledge of some old games and the handhelds ain't great, but...

There was Knuckles, who I think is the only one in the classic era.

He never really befriended Gamma in SA1, just left him to Amy.

Also he didn't befriend Chaos, just beat the anger out of him.

The next one was Shadow in SA2, although they're still kinda rivals?

I don't think Rouge counts in SA2 since she wasn't really an enemy of Sonic specifically, even in Heroes it's really Sonic and Shadow that start the fight.

Gemerl is a robot who was reprogrammed to be friendly, I wouldn't count that as "befriending someone".

Him and Jet are rivals in every Riders game, this never changes.

Blaze in Rush is someone that fought him and they became friends, so it's clear cut, she counts.

Silver in '06 does as well.

Do we count Shade from Chronicles? I think she had a boss fight. I know very little about that game but it's not canon, right?

Merlina is kinda a grey area? Like they were friends, he stopped her evil plans and was still nice to her. I don't know if in context that meets the criteria.

On top of that I don't think the Knights of the Round Table count. Sonic is there to take the swords and they work together at the end. I don't think there's any hard feelings, but don't know if this counts as "friends".

Sage could be the next example, but she's still loyal to Eggman. I don't think what they briefly shared was friendship as much as Sage wanting to save Eggman.

I haven't played Superstars but Trip doesn't even have a bossfight, does she? I don't think she counts.

Not looking at the method, just purely if they became friends down the line. Out of all of those, there's 4 total (if you count Shadow, which I do) with 1 it's complicated and 1 non-canon. That's very few when you consider how large the game cast is.

An overwhelming majority of his friends weren't ever hostile with him to begin with, like the Chaotix, Amy, Tails, Cream, Emerl, Big, ect. There's plenty of other cast members that are still have him on their shit list, like Eggman, Infinite (if he's alive), Fang, Metal, Eggman Nega, the Deadly Six...

Now I'm starting to wonder where this idea of it being a frequent even came from.

[marshmellowtea]

comes out of the wip covered in blood. this was supposed to be a short little tumblr fic what happened omg 😭😭😭

alkdjfklasdfj anyway! as i've teased several times now here's a fic for the munchausen by proxy au, or the love isn't injected with syringes 'verse as it's now dubbed (thank you heresy! ^-^), ft. a fucked up little slice of life scene between a teenage chris and celia. no other cornley members appear cuz it is a backstory fic, i just wanted to write a little thing about what his life was like before he met them and they were able to help him, and it. uh. spiraled lol. i swear it was not supposed to be this long, nor was it supposed to take this long to write, but here we are!

like i said, this was meant to be a shorter fic meant for tumblr, but the intent was always to cross post it to ao3 at some point, so if you'd prefer to read it there i'll have it published tomorrow on my tea_at_twilight_time account. i'll also be reblogging this post with a link for the sake of convenience and also because i love self promo lol :)

warnings for this fic include: implied poisoning and medical malpractice by a parent (cuz uh. munchausen by proxy lol), hurt/little comfort, hurt/manipulative comfort, child abuse (mostly emotional and medical but referenced physical as well. also celia is def starving this kid so references to that too lol), vomiting and semi graphic descriptions thereof, choking as a result of said vomiting, references to body fluids, nightmares, drowning, celia's general hot and cold nature with this poor kid, chris seeming wayyyy younger than he is (agere brain did not turn off while writing this i will not lie to you all lol). if there's anything else please lemme know but this should cover the major things <3 yes this fic is evil don't @ me about it akdjflkds >:3

now, without further ado..........

"I know it's not right to say, but...sometimes, I quite like you like this."

Celia's words come into Chris's ears as a soft croon, her hand stroking his overheated face and sweat soaked hair soothingly. He breathes out shakily, but despite the pain radiating up through his limbs, he finds himself smiling a little, her tone washing over him more than her words.

"Mama," he mumbles, weakly lifting a hand for her. "'m...'m..."

Celia shushes him, her hand trailing down to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing over his feverish, pallid skin. "My poor darling," she continues, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You're so good for me when you're sick, aren't you?"

Chris hums lowly, tilting his face further into her palm. She doesn't get like this often—sweet and gentle, touching him like he's something to be loved. Normally she's more clinical, her touch impersonal as she checks his temperature, gives him his pills, helps him bathe...he relies on her for quite a bit, really, so it's not surprising she can't always indulge him in affection like this. Still though, it's nice when he gets it, these rare moments where she's more his mother than his nurse.

"You're so weak," she says, soft, like it's a compliment. "So helpless. You're so lucky to have such a loyal mum like me, who's willing to stick it out. Most women would consider you too high maintenance, but not me. I'm willing to sacrifice a lot for you, Chris, don't forget that."

He nods faintly, as best he can with his head feeling so heavy. She'd just given him his medicine, and that always drains him a bit—he doesn't think it's fair that the thing that's supposed to make him better makes him feel so damn tired, but Mama always assures him that that just means it's working. Sometimes, the things that make you feel better make you feel worse for a bit, something she's always quick to remind him of when he complains. He tries not to complain so much nowadays, though. She's only doing what's best for him.

"Anyway," Celia says, bringing him back to the present. "I have some things to do, so I'll be leaving you here for a bit. Can you get some rest for me while I'm gone?"

Chris whimpers before he can stop himself, opening his eyes sluggishly. He knows he's being selfish, but a part of him hates how often she leaves him alone, knowing how much he needs her. He reaches out for her weakly, trying to gently grab onto her arm or even the hem of her blouse, but she grabs his wrist before he can reach her, placing it back against his chest.

"Chris. Don't be difficult," she says, voice still sweet but with an edge of that harshness he so dreads to hear from her. "I'm doing this for you. I have to leave to pick up your new medication."

"I th-thought," he starts, words slurring as his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, "th-thought this was the new medi-medica—"

"It's one of them," Celia says, mercifully cutting him off before he can embarrass himself further. "But with your condition, well...we just need more than one course to make you well again. You're quite sick, you know."

He does know. He whines, but nods again, his head moving helplessly against his pillowcase. "'m s'rry," he mumbles, eyes growing wet with tears. "D-don' mean'ta make it so hard..."

"Oh, I know, I know," Celia soothes, pulling the blanket up to cover his chest. "That's why I need you to sleep for me now. We won't know if this dose is working until you get some rest and let it work, alright?"

Chris breathes out shakily, letting his eyes fall closed. "Mama?" he asks, voice tiny.

"Yes, dear?"

For a long moment, it feels like all he can do is breathe. Finally, he quietly asks, "D-don' wanna be difficul' still, b-but can you stay til..."

He trails off, taken aback by the hand in his hair. "Yes, Chris?" she prompts, soft voice tinged with irritation.

He wilts a little, and shame tinges his voice as he mumbles, "J-jus' til I fall 'sleep..."

Celia's quiet for a long moment, continuing to stroke his hair rhythmically. Eventually, though, she sighs, as though he's asked something truly exhausting of her. Maybe he has, he's not sure.

"Okay, darling," she says, sounding put upon about it. "Just this once. The chemist doesn't stay open all day, you know."

"I-I know," Chris mumbles, a few stray tears escaping. "'m s'rry, Mama."

Celia sighs heavily again, and Chris can see the way she shakes her head, even with his eyes closed. "I suppose you can't help it," she says, her nails digging slightly into his scalp as she continues to stroke his hair. "Being a bit...needy. It's only natural, since you're sick. Still, you really ought to not make it a habit."

"I won't," he whimpers, relaxing a little into the mattress regardless. "'m s'rry Mama."

"Sssshh."

Obediently, he falls quiet at her shushing, letting himself be soothed by her gentle petting. He doesn't deserve it—he doesn't deserve her, and all the things she does for him. She's really too good to him.

Those thoughts carry him to sleep, a thank you and a declaration of love dying on his tongue. He plans only to say the former to her later, knowing she’ll appreciate his gratitude, but the latter will be kept to himself, like a secret. No use in saying that he loves her when she won't say it back, after all.

- -

The ocean out in front of him is vast and choppy, tossing his little ship around helplessly.

Chris's stomach churns with the movement of the sea, a steadily rising nausea coming over him like the waves he's currently sailing on. He's not sure how much of it is seasickness, and how much of it is sheer terror—terror he's struggling to keep under wraps, lest his crew see just how fucked they really are. The faceless men around him shoot him concerned glances with their smooth, eyeless visages, well aware of how dire their plight is, and though he knows this, Chris sends them attempts at reassuring nods anyway, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat.

"Captain," one of them says, sending a nervous glance to the waves in front of them. "The sea—"

He doesn't get to finish before a wave suddenly hits them, tall and unavoidable even if Chris had noticed it before it came. Chris feels himself getting swept away, and he shouts, calling for help he knows won't come. There's no one to help him. Anyone who could, anyone who would've cared enough to, is getting swept away with him, his crew getting carried away alongside him. Tears spring to Chris's eyes as he realizes he's failed them, and the pain in his stomach spikes, a cramp that would make him double over if he was still upright.

He doesn't get to dwell on that long, however, until he's plunging into the jarringly cold water surrounding them. A wail dies in his throat as his mouth fills with water, blocking any further sound from escaping him as he gags and splutters, attempting to clear his airways with each convulsion of his chest. Anything that he manages to cough up is quickly replaced, however, as the sea presses in all around him, the inescapable pressure making his chest tighten around the liquid slowly filling his lungs. Tears sting his eyes, but if any escape, he isn't able to tell as they're quickly lost to the saltwater carrying him.

Mama, he calls out in his mind, as though she'd be able to hear him—as though she'd be able to get to him out here. Still, a hopelessly hopeful part of him can't help but call for her, Mama, come save me!

He coughs again, but it's getting harder to breathe. He's going to die out here, he realizes. He's going to die alone and scared and without his Mama here to hold him and tell him he's going to be an angel in heaven if he dies here and—

—and suddenly there are hands pulling him from the water, warm and solid against his clammy skin. He feels himself get rolled onto his side, somehow on solid ground now, and this time when he coughs, water comes out. He sobs a little once his throat is clear, and then vomits, more water coming out of him, this time accompanied with sea gunk.

"There you go, my angel. Get it all out."

Is that...is that Mama? Chris whimpers, relieved to hear her voice—but how did she get out all the way out here?

"Sssshh," she soothes, her hand feeling real and alive in his hair. "You're alright. Just breathe."

Chris gasps, eyes fluttering open to see Celia hovering over him and a trail of vomit leading from his mouth, yellowish and liquidy from his consistently empty stomach. He whines loudly, and then convulses, another wave of bile pouring out of his mouth and spilling onto the pillow next to him.

"I know, love, I know," Celia croons, brushing back his hair and rubbing his shoulder. "Just let it out, and then we'll get you in the tub again, alright?"

Chris whimpers, but he can't really protest that plan—his pajamas feel a bit damp, and he can't tell what of it is sweat or...other, less desirable fluids. He lets his eyes fall shut and thinks of the sea from his dream again, the way the cold saltwater washed over him, and feels grateful to at least be on dry land as he coughs and sputters his way through his little nausea spell, unfortunately not that uncommon at this point in his life. He doesn't usually choke during them, though, and he can't help but whimper again as his stomach contracts and spews up more acid, the vomit stinging the sores already formed in the back of his throat as it comes up. All the while, Celia murmurs to him, soft words of reassurance as he retches, and he soaks up the affection as much as he can while he's in this state, never knowing when he's going to receive this softness again.

"Mama," he mumbles, once his stomach has finally settled enough for him to speak without bringing more of the sparse fluids in his abdomen up, "don' feel very good..."

"I know, my angel," Celia croons again, now reaching down to help guide him upright. "You'll feel better once we get you in the bath. Oh, and fortunately, I just brought back your new medication, and that'll have you feeling right as rain as well, won't it?"

The idea of putting anything else on his empty, ravaged stomach makes Chris feel lightheaded, mouth watering with the threat of more vomit. Still, he knows better than to argue, especially after the scare he must've given her. He wonders how she deals with it, the constant brushes with death his illnesses give him. She never seems outwardly afraid for him, though he knows she must be, given how much time and effort she puts into keeping him alive. If he had the energy to, he'd feel guilty for it, but right now, he barely has the energy to keep himself sitting, instead leaning heavily against his mother once she's got him upright.

"Mama," he groans, trembling as she starts to pull him to his feet, his legs unwilling to support him. "Mama, don' wanna be sick 'nymore...'m tired..."

"Sssshh, I know," Celia soothes, holding him around the waist as she guides him toward the bathroom, exercising a surprising amount of strength as she holds him upright almost entirely on her own. "Hopefully the pills help this time, but...oh, you've been my sick baby for so long, I just can't imagine you any other way..."

Chris whimpers, legs nearly collapsing beneath him. Baby. He doesn't get dubbed with that title often, but it always makes his chest warm, a weird fuzziness rushing over his head when she says it. He lifts his heavy, trembling arms, hoping to cling to her before they reach the bathroom, but before he can muster up enough strength for it, she's dropping him unceremoniously on the toilet, setting him aside as she preps his bath. A few stray tears escape his eyes at the loss of contact, and he curls around himself with a groan, clutching at his still aching stomach.

"Do try not to vomit again, Chris," Celia says, her voice not cold per se, but losing the warmth it had not even a minute ago. "But if you do, you know where the wastebasket is."

Chris whimpers, less at the nausea rolling over him and more at the clinical neutrality in her tone. Back to business as usual, he supposes. It had been a nice run of her rare gentleness, longer than she normally affords him, but he should've known that it was inevitably going to end. Still, despite his disappointment, he does his best to follow her instructions and not puke again—it's not too hard, even for as nauseous as he is. Anything he could've thrown up has already been expelled, so he just closes his eyes and against the dizziness washing over him, letting the sound of the tub filling keep him distracted. The warm water will feel good on his aches, he knows this from experience.

"Mama," he mumbles, once his mouth is no longer full of saliva, a threat of vomiting his body won't follow through with. "Mama, thank'ou..."

"Don't speak, Chris," Celia chides, not harsh, but not kind either. "Not until we're sure you won't be sick again."

"But 'm...I don' think 'm gonna..."

"Chris."

This time, there is harshness to the words. He's annoyed her again. He slams his mouth shut and whimpers, and then swallows back any other noises, feeling more than seeing her annoyed stare with his eyes still shut. He flinches slightly when he feels her come over—physical punishments aren't common, but he's never sure when he's aggravated her enough to draw one out of her—but she merely starts to help him out of his pajamas, wordlessly pulling the hem of his shirt up. Chris instinctively moves his arms up to help her, the movements routine by now, and in no time at all he's undressed and being guided into the tub.

He doesn't open his eyes again until he feels the water surrounding him, warm and clean and a sharp contrast to the cold salt water from his dream. The memory of it makes him shiver even in the heat surrounding him, and he pulls his legs to his chest and wraps his arms around himself, keeping his eyes on the steam rising up around him rather than on his mother fluttering around him.

After what feels like a long silence, she speaks up again. "Chris. I do appreciate the gratitude."

Chris perks up a little at that, finally looking up at her with round eyes. "Really?"

"Of course," Celia murmurs, crouching down by the tub next to him. "It's rare that a boy understands the sacrifices his mother makes for him. But you...you've always been so obedient for me."

Tears well up in Chris's eyes at the praise, and his breath quickens, squeezing his eyes shut as she runs a damp washcloth over his shoulders. "You do so much for me," he mumbles, and before he can stop himself, before he can remember why it's a bad idea, he finds the words slipping out of his mouth, "I love you, Mama..."

Celia is quiet for a long, terrifying moment, no acknowledgement of the words he's just spoken. She doesn't even stop washing him, but that's a good sign—at least he didn't upset her too badly. Still, she must be a little upset with him given her silence, and the thought makes his stomach start to turn again unpleasantly.

"'m sorry," he mumbles, dropping his face into his knees. "'m sorry...sorry...s—"

"Quiet, now, Chris," Celia interrupts, cutting off his next apology. "Let's just get your bath finished so you can go back to bed, alright?"

Chris whimpers, nodding weakly. He'll probably be moved to the guest room while his sheets are being cleaned, but he doesn't mind too much. It's always nice to have a change of scenery, no matter how brief, though he often does find himself wishing for more sometimes. Maybe if he feels better tomorrow, and if he asks really nicely, he'll get to sit on the couch and watch a little telly. Maybe Mama will even sit with him, and show him one of her old movies. That would be nice. He won't get any of that if he doesn't get better, though, or if he's not good. So far, it feels like he's failing on both fronts.

He tries to push the thought out of his mind—the last thing his mother needs is for him to accidentally induce one of his crying fits—and the rest of the bath passes in a half aware haze, exhaustion taking over once again now that his stomach doesn't hurt so much. The warm water feels really nice, after all, and a few times, Chris nearly finds himself drifting off, though he does his best to fight off the urge, since Mama can't lift him out if he falls asleep. He's not keen on the idea of waking up to a cooled tub of water if she has to leave him in again, nor on the idea of said cooled water making him sicker. It's far too easy to set off his various illnesses, and Mama would be upset if he caused them to get worse by doing something stupid and easily avoidable like falling asleep where he's not supposed to.

He is a bit relieved when she finally pulls the drain, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He trembles as the water rushes away, leaving him exposed to the cold air around him, but a towel is soon draped over him, soft and fluffy and protecting him against the chill that forever permeates the house. He whines a bit as he's guided up to his feet, but the way he's shushed quickly quiets him, and this time he wastes no time in latching onto his mother as best he can with sore, trembling arms, not wanting to miss his chance to cling to her while it's still acceptable to do so.

"Guest room, Mama?" he asks, voice quiet and a little shaky, matching the way his legs tremble beneath him.

"Yes, Christopher," Celia says, a note of something he can't quite identify in her voice. "Can't exactly have you sleeping in soiled sheets, can we?"

Chris shakes his head, whimpering at the thought. That'd be worse than sleeping in the bathtub, he's sure. The bathtub gets pretty cold, but at least it's clean.

"Exactly, my angel," Celia says in response to his displeased sounds, leading him in the direction of his new sleeping arrangements. "We wouldn't want to undo my hard work of getting you all clean by putting you back in your own mess, would we?"

Oh, he said part of that out loud, hadn't he? Chris flushes a bit at the realization, but he still shakes his head dutifully in response, breathing out shakily as his stomach starts to churn again. Movement always disrupts it when he's already been sick, so he's not going to worry too much about getting sick again unless he feels the saliva start to swarm his mouth or the bile tease at the back of his throat, the tell tale signs that he's going to retch. He knows them all intimately by now, even if the whims of the rest of his body still feel confusing and out of reach.

Thankfully, the trip to the guest room passes by in a half aware haze, most of Chris's focus on his sensitive, flipping stomach. It's a relief once he's sat down on the bed again, and he sighs as he flops onto his side on the mattress, soft and comfortable beneath him.

"Chris," Celia scolds after a long moment, and he looks up through his lashes to see her standing above him, bundle of clothes in arm.

"Sorry Mama," he mumbles, pushing himself upright again on trembling arms. "'m tired..."

"I know, dear, which is why I don't understand why you're making this so much harder on me," she huffs, coaxing a pang of guilt into his ravaged tummy. "I just need you to sit up for a bit longer, are you capable of doing that for me?"

Chris flushes in shame, and he nods shakily, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I can," he says softly. "Sorry, Mama."

Celia huffs, and Chris braces himself, wincing as she starts to guide his tender limbs into a fresh pair of pajamas. It's not like she's trying to cause him pain, of course. She's just trying to get the job done quickly. It's not her fault if it hurts a bit, if every little movement makes his sore limbs ache dully, so he does his best to let her work, trying not to fuss it. The warm water from his bath had helped a bit, but the pain never fully goes away, the aches from his illnesses a constant background noise he can never entirely block out.

It's a relief, then, when he's finally laid back down on the bed, guided by his mother's hand. There's the ghost of affection in the gentleness of the gesture, and it bleeds into the way she tucks him in as well. He soaks it up as best he can, letting out the smallest of whimpers as the blanket is pulled up to his chin.

"There you go," Celia hums, not quite warm, but Chris clings to the vestiges of it in her tone anyway. "Are you going to get some sleep for me, now?"

Chris breathes out shakily, but he nods, his exhaustion and his mother's pointed stare giving him no other choices. "Yes Mama," he breathes, curling up childishly in the sheets. "Um...wait..."

Celia pauses on her way to the door, turning on her heel and looking at Chris with an uncomfortably neutral expression. "Yes, my angel?"

Chris breathes out, fighting the urge to suck at the edge of his blanket, a nervous habit his mother heavily disapproves of. "What if I have another nightmare?" he asks, voice quiet. "O-or I get sick 'n almost choke again?"

"You're not a child Chris, you can handle another nightmare," Celia says sternly, before her voice and face soften just slightly. "But you don't have to worry about choking again. I'll always be here to protect you, to save you. You know that."

Chris nods, feeling oddly cold under the layers of blankets. He wishes his mother would come closer, take him in her arms like he's a kid again and hold him to her chest, but he knows it's a big ask. It's as she's said, he's too old for that kind of thing—he's just turned fourteen, and Mama's made a point to let him know that because he's not a child anymore, he's too old for her to let him curl up in her lap just because he's not feeling well. Not that she held him much when he was younger, of course—she was too busy trying to take care of him, checking his vitals and bringing him water and tea and running to the chemist for his medicine. Still, sometimes, when he was really sick, she used to pull him close, let him lay his head against her shoulder as she held him and rocked him. It hurts to think that he's not going to get those occasional bouts of affection anymore, but he supposes that since he has been sick for so long, he should be able to handle the stress of it on his own now.

Still, he tries not to pout as he cuddles the blanket closer, trying to imagine it as a pair of arms embracing him. "I know Mama," he murmurs, the words a ghost of a breath on his lips. "A-and thank you…you really do so much f'r me..."

"Yes, I do, don't I?" Celia hums, sounding almost pleased—Chris can almost believe she's pleased with him, though he knows it's likely not the case. "And I have more I must do for you. Can you do something for me in turn?"

Chris nods, already knowing what she's going to ask. "Yes Mama," he mumbles in answer, letting his eyes droop closed. "I'll get some sleep f'r you..."

"Good, my angel," Celia says, and he can hear the light switch click as she shrouds him in darkness. "I'll be back for another round of medication later. I would give it to you now, but I have to sort your new pills with the others before I know what to give you...besides, I don't think the painkillers from this morning have quite left your system yet, anyway..."

Chris isn't so sure about that, given the way his aches have only sharpened since his bath. Still, he knows better than to argue with her, especially about his medication. She knows far more than he does about the kind of treatment he needs—Mama knows best, just like she always tells him.

"Okay, Mama," he breathes, clinging to the softness of his pillow. "Thank you. Thank you for takin' care 'f my medicine, Mama."

"Of course, my angel," Celia says, voice so quiet it's barely audible. "Sleep now. I'll be back to take care of you later, like always."

"Like always," Chris repeats faintly, a weird feeling squirming in his chest and tummy at the words. He thinks it's love, maybe, wriggling around, disallowed from escaping him through his throat and tongue—he's certainly not repeating that mistake again so soon.

"Yes, dear," Celia says, still so quiet, yet effectively breaking him out of his thoughts regardless. "Sleep well."

Chris nods, suppressing a whimper as the door clicks shut behind her, a quiet announcement that she's left him alone in the dark room. He curls in tighter on himself, feeling himself tremble slightly. Despite how exhausted he is, sleep suddenly feels far away, the dull ache in his body overwhelming in the darkness of the room. He almost wishes for something to do—a book to read, a show to watch, even something childish like toys to play with would be a welcome distraction. But he knows better than to ask for them, and that it's better if he merely focuses on resting, even if his mind is racing a million miles a minute and making it hard to drift off again.

It feels like ages until his body finally catches up with the situation, his heart rate slowing enough for him to lay under the covers without fidgeting around restlessly. He knows it probably won't be long until his mother wakes him up again for his medicine, given how long he laid there awake, but she asked him to rest for her. He's determined to fulfill that request, even if it's only for a pitifully brief amount of time.

He tries not to feel like a complete failure as he finally nods off again, hoping that the unease won't bring the nightmares back around. Despite his mother's words, he doesn't think that he is equipped to handle another one, and he really doesn't want to disappoint her again. The last thing he ever wants to do is disappoint her, even if it feels harder and harder not to, the older and sicker he gets.

Sorry Mama, he thinks, his last coherent thought before sleep finally takes him again, anxiety lingering at the edges of his subconscious mind. I'm trying to be good. I'm sorry, Mama.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #236

City of Stars ep 8:

Wandee Goodday ep 11:

for @babyangelsky 💙

[biracy]

Also I think a Lot of people forget that "'gnc'/'non-passing' (these aren't even the same thing but whatever) trans person" is not externally identical to "gender-conforming 'normal' cis person of coercively assigned gender". Like for one thing there are tons of femme trans guys and butch trans girls who do all the hormones and the surgeries and etc etc and are Extremely unlikely to be read as "normal cishet girls/men", but for another thing what reads as "gnc" for a trans person is VERY likely to ALSO read as in some way "gnc"/"gay"/etc to cis people. To use myself as an example once again, I Do Not Pass And I'm Super Fucking Aware Of That. But just because I don't read as "masculine" for a (trans) guy, does not mean I'm like Hetero Jessica. I have long hair but I don't do anything with it, I don't wear makeup, I don't shave any part of my body, 95% of the time I'm in jeans and t-shirts and sneakers. And cis people can TELL that I'm not "a normal girl" and I'm treated like Really Badly because of that lmfao. And "gender nonconformity" is more than just a checklist of physical traits (hair length, makeup or no makeup, do you wear skirts or pants, etc); I actually feel the most out of place and "found out" when I'm forced to be Extremely Feminine and I know a lot of other trans people have very similar experiences. Like cis people can "tell" that there's something "up with you" even if your mom is forcing you to wear a full face of makeup or shave your head and play football. "Trans people who don't pass 'live as'/'are treated as' cis members of their cagab" is just so patently false even without accounting for how you internalize every single thing you hear said about trans people, know you're still affected by anti-trans legislation, etc., and it's quite annoying how adamant some people are about bringing it back again and again and again

[softquietsteadylove]

I think gil and thena from the Actors Au should get it together and fuck raw and nasty, to relieve some tension you know.

Thena skirted around Gil for the fridge. He eyed her but remained at the sink. She needed something cool to settle her nerves. She still felt overheated.

Their shoot had been...strenuous. It was a vanity shoot, somewhat...sensual in nature.

Gil was sitting in this jagged constructed throne, to represent his new golden age on the action scene. She was accompanying him, since they had so many projects together over the past few years, and she had also started doing more action and stunt work. And then, the shoot director had said, 'what if we get one with Thena on your lap?'.

And it was all downhill from there.

She and Gil were close friends--that was how she had always described it. No matter what rumours there were, or online buzz or speculation within the industry, they were friends. They were colleagues who had become indispensable parts of each other's lives since first meeting and working together.

And maybe it would be lying to say that she didn't have feelings for him, but that wasn't the kind of thing she needed out there on the record. It was exactly because she and Gil worked together so often and so closely that those feelings needed to remain platonic to the greater public's knowledge.

Gil was too important - too precious - to risk in any way. Not only was he her closest friend in a very public world of work, but he was also present in Sprite's life in a way she had never dared to dream of having before. It wasn't like she had pushed to have some random boyfriend get along with her sister, Sprite adored Gil. She idolized him, and he adored her likewise. If anything, Sprite seemed to respect Gil as a parent figure more than Thena really felt she ever got from her own sister (but whatever).

So, when they said get on Gil's lap, perhaps she had gotten a little flustered. And Gil, having sensed it in her, had become outspokenly protective over her, saying that wasn't the kind of shoot they had signed onto.

The director had attempted to amend the instruction, suggesting what if she just sat on the arm of the throne and Gil put his arm around her? Less blatantly suggestive, at least.

And she had, her dress flowing around her legs, garishly red heels glinting with the lights on them. Gil had slid his hand to the small of her back--a familiar motion for them.

It was fine, really. The buzz of a studio created a lot of filler noise. She didn't think Gil had been as acutely aware of her own breathing as she herself had been. And surely he had no way of knowing that putting her hand on his chest to balance herself had flustered her more than she wanted to admit.

Thena glanced at Gil sidelong. He was also looking at her, leaving them both to rush their eyes away as if they hadn't been caught in the act. This was getting ridiculous.

Gil cleared his throat, the most eager to clear the air. "A-Are you hungry?"

Her stomach felt like it was on the spin cycle like a washing machine. "Not particularly."

Gil looked at the sink again, tapping the edge of it idly. "Me neither."

The silence was suffocating, and only served to make them even more tense than they already were. Thena made her way around the end of the couch, Gil moved around the other end, an ocean's width away.

She took in a slow breath. She was behaving like a child, she told herself. It wouldn't do to make Gil uncomfortable, and her little crush on him wasn't his problem. "I'm sure they'll be received well."

"Yeah," he chuckled, although she had never heard a laugh of his sound so strained. She would never have believed he could act so poorly, given their profession. "Shoots like that are always popular, huh?"

"Hm." This was getting them nowhere. She uncurled her legs, letting the light material of her sundress fall away from her knees.

Gil watched it for just a second before snapping his eyes up to hers. "A little out of line for him to ask you to...do that."

Thena pursed her lips faintly. It wasn't like actors never did vanity shoots for promotion. Some actors still ended up in promotional relationships for the sake of publicity. The thought rattled her. "Wouldn't have been the first time."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

She bit her lip. He was so sweet, but had such a deeply protective side, always speaking up for her even if he could face consequences in his career for it. It didn't help her feelings for him at all.

"Wouldn't be the first time I sat on your lap, though."

Gil looked shocked by it.

She just wanted him to feel better about it, though. She did her best to not seem embarrassed at the memory, combing her fingers through her hair. "That spy flick with all the tension?--one of the setups for a cutaway was me straddling you on some chair, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah," Gil muttered, eyeing her. "I can't remember if that made the final cut."

She couldn't bear to watch it. She never watched herself in her own works anyway, and the thought of watching her slobber all over Gil in any setting was faintly mortifying to her. "I wouldn't know."

Gil got up from his end of the couch, muttering something about a beer. "You want anything?"

She turned on the couch to look back at him. Her hair slipped off her shoulder. Gil was twisted in such a way that the lines in his arm were even more pronounced than normal. God, she needed to get her mind on something else. "I'm fine."

"Hey."

Thena let out a yelp--something between a gasp and a shriek. She slapped her hand over her mouth. It was a humiliating sound to let out when all Gil had done was lean over her shoulder. She gulped, hoping her ears weren't turning red.

"Sorry," he murmured, and she could almost swear he was purring it. "Didn't mean to startle you."

She waited for him to lean out of her space, but she could feel him hovering there, waiting for something from her. "It's okay."

"You okay?" he asked gently, and she swore that he knew what his low, sultry tone was doing to her. "You seem...tense."

What was this, a porno disguised as a tv drama? She gulped. "Perhaps."

"Yeah, I guess I am too."

Thena inhaled more deeply as Gil brushed her hair over her shoulder again. It wasn't the first time the had been borderline handsy with one another. She was comfortable with Gil touching her. But the way the tips of his fingers brushed over the bare skin of her neck made her shiver.

"You sure you're not thirsty?"

If he only knew. Thena licked her lips, holding her breath as she felt him lean even closer to her. "Parched, actually."

They knew each other well enough to understand they were never talking about water--they were never talking about drinking anything at all. Thena turned and Gil leaned over the back of the couch. Their hands went to each other's cheeks. He tilted her head up for him, tangling his fingers in her light waves of blonde. Thena dragged him closer like a desperate woman trying to take a gulp of air.

They both moaned into each other's mouths. Their tongues tangled, although they were torn between kissing and needing air. They went back and forth, making out like teenagers and coming up for breath every few seconds.

Thena moaned as Gil vaulted the couch and had her in his arms. Oh, these arms of his and the thoughts they had brought to her mind. She ached to be enfolded in them in a way she could never, ever describe to another living being.

Gil was firm, also hungry, but still gentle with her. He didn't throw himself on her, he positioned himself above her. He let his knee dig into the couch cushion while he let just her light sundress come between them.

Thena gasped, her breathing getting higher and thinner and faster. Gil's hand trailed from the edge of her dress up her legs.

"Tell me to stop."

"No."

That was all it took.

Thena dug her nails into his shoulder as his fingers trailed up her inner thigh so quickly she almost wondered if he'd always had this level of skill. Her panties were no match for him and she let out a similarly embarrassing noise as before when he swiped the pads of his fingers up through her lips.

"Thena," he moaned almost directly into her ear. He was cradling her under him so preciously, and yet he was also pumping two fingers into her already. "I've wanted this."

She bit her lip again. She had wanted this so badly, for so long. So long she could never tell him. "Hm."

"Come on," he coaxed - teased, actually - her into tell him more. "I know you liked that Maxim shoot I did."

Her breath hitched, and another part of her hitched, too (mortifying). Gil chuckled in her ear and she bit down on his in return. Gently, but enough for him to know she didn't appreciate the taunting. "That's-!"

Gil picked up pace, angling his knuckles in just the right way to have her truly writhing under him. "Fuck, you're tight. Close?"

Right on the edge. Thena drove her head backwards into the throw pillow half under her head and half falling over from their rush of movement. She gripped his shoulders tighter, just like how she had imagined getting her hands on them would feel. They were so thick, she didn't think she would break the skin no matter how hard she tried.

"Come one, sweetie," he breathed. She didn't think he would be so devillish amidst the act. "Just come."

"Gil," she panted. It sounded stringy and frantic to her ear. The last time she had come from another living being's touch was...too long ago to think about. She squeezed her eyes shut. "I...I...I...that's-!"

Gil held his fingers still, even angled her hips as she came, his hand up her dress like they were filming something unseen but heartfelt. He held her like a handful of something, like it was so easy for him to have her in the palm of his hand. "That's it."

Thena panted, facing up to the high, high ceilings of her home. She laid an arm over her eyes. Her clarity was already creeping up on her. They shouldn't have done this. All she'd had to do was exercise some self control and she wouldn't have let Gil make her come on her couch in broad daylight from a little fingering. "Gil-"

"That's it," he whispered to her. He moved her arm, to her initial horror, but only so he had room to kiss her. He was a good kisser. "Feel better?"

She pinched her lips closed tight. She wasn't a pet he was giving a treat to leave him alone. She opened her eyes to glare at him, but no matter how teasing he sounded, he looked just as riled up as she felt. His eyes were dark, he was breathing heavily.

The shape of him was clear even through the heavy denim of his jeans. The length of him too.

"Sorry," he grunted, knowing where she was looking. He sounded truly discomforted. "Honestly, I've been halfway there since that damn photoshoot."

Blood rushed through her veins, equal parts fluster and hunger. It was admittedly nice to know that she hadn't been alone in her feelings over that.

Gil leaned over her again, and he looked infuriatingly handsome at this angle. "Saying it was a bad idea for you to be on my lap was more for my sake--sorry."

Oh, it had done her a favour too, Thena knew deeply. But she gave him a smile, "they don't have to know."

"No one has to know," he whispered to her before leaning in for another kiss. This one was sweeter and gentler than their previous devouring of each other.

Thena tried to savour it, resolving that it was the last she could allow them to engage in behaviour like this.

But he was just so good at kissing her.

Gil groaned as their bodies fused together even more tightly. She didn't even know how he was wearing dark jeans in LA heat like this. "Fuck, Thena, I'm-"

She giggled faintly, and it was his ears to charmingly turn a vibrant red. "Sorry--your predicament, as it were."

Gil gave her a look but ruffled his own hair. "Either we gotta stop here, or - I dunno - I need-"

Thena gulped. She was supposed to tell him to stop. They were friends, and worked together, and that was too important to give into physical desire. But she could feel him against her belly, and her whole body was too hot, and she could smell his aftershave and maybe a little musk of sweat. "What do you need?"

"You."

Thena pulled him in again, her other hand doing its best to find his jeans button. Gil leaned away from her, caught between being close enough to keep kissing but getting his belt off and his pants undone.

She pouted as he was finally forced to lean all the way up to dispose of his clothes entirely. Her lower belly clenched at the sight of him. She pressed her legs together.

But returned to her, burying his nose in the side of her neck, pulling off the thin little straps of her dress from her shoulders. It buttoned in the front, but the buttons went all the way down.

"I'll buy you a new one."

Thena had no complaints as he pulled the dress apart, a few flimsy buttons no match for his strength. He threw the dress open like a book cover, and she gasped as her bare skin hit the air.

"Won't need these either."

He slid her panties down her leg and tossed them away like they were nothing. She almost lamented that she hadn't exactly prepared herself to be ravished after her work day. But her mind was immediately occupied as Gil rubbed his tip against her clit.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

Why he felt the need to expound such mortifying things was beyond her. She rolled her head to the side, refusing to face that truth head on. She squirmed as he dragged his fingers through the blonde hair there.

"You're cute," he pressed a kiss to her cheek as he pushed into her.

"Fuck!" The first one escaped her, and then it was just one, long moan as he pushed in right to the hilt. Feeling him inside of her was so foreign - so extraordinary - she couldn't think. Her chest burned, she gasped and moaned, her whole body trembled.

"Shit," Gil cursed as well, grinding them together at the base. "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

She rippled around him. Hearing him call her 'sweetheart' was like music to her ears. She moaned as he started moving already. "Gil!"

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips already moving for him. He leaned up from her, holding her hips with his head tipped back faintly. "You feel so fucking good, oh my god. Fuck, Thena, you're amazing."

She bit her lip. She couldn't remember ever having a physical partner be so vocal, or rather in such a positive way. She clenched around him again.

"Shit," he huffed and puffed. Gil was never this talkative normally, but the idea that the haze of pleasure was also getting to him assured her that at least some of her feelings were mutual. "I'm gonna come way too quick like this."

She bit her lip again. What a charming thing to admit. She sighed and drifted her hands over his chest. "Just come, then."

"No fuckin' way."

Thena blinked as he pulled out of her--completely without warning! "Wh-"

But Gil had other plans. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him and angling her hips upwards. His cock was looking painfully upright, a furious colour and glistening from their interrupted activities. "No way I'm coming in two seconds like an idiot when I've got a woman like you with me."

She didn't have time to ask what he meant. He pushed into her again, scraping all sides of her in this new position. She arched her back, lifting off the couch completely. "Gil!"

"That's it, beautiful, call my name all you want."

When did he get so sexy? Thena moaned even louder than before as he started thrusting harder and faster. His hand dragged down from her cheek, trailing between her rippling breasts until he could press his palm to her belly.

"Feel good?" he all but growled at her. But she didn't mind. Not when he was pounding his cock into her like a clock pendulum counting the seconds.

"So good," she whined, feeling her coil tighten. Her toes curled and her knees angled inwards towards Gil between them. He let her, his flanks more than strong enough to endure it. "Fuck, Gil, I-"

Gil's hand dragged down further, toying with her clit roughly, but not completely without technique. "Come for me, sweetheart. Just fuckin' come."

"I am, I'm coming, fuck," she panted. Her hands reached out for him, but he was well out of reach in their position.

"C'mere," he grunted as he tangled their fingers together. "I've got you."

"Gil!" Thena bellowed. She came hard, harder than she could remember coming recently. Nor did she ever consider sex as a need high on her list before. Yet another way in which Gil had destroyed her ability to apply reason and behave logically.

Fuck, he just felt so good inside of her.

"Thena!" he roared in return, offering reciprocation of her ecstasy. He shot into her with vigor, their hips crashing together. They were already a mess of limbs, her couch was a mess and their clothes were everywhere. What was a mere mixing of fluids?

Thena panted for breath, their linked fingers tightening and relaxing with each breath. Her whole body was relieved of the static tingling through it, unravelling completely.

"Holy fuck." Gil never cursed this freely, spoke so casually. It was charming, sexy with its own kind of charm. "That was fucking incredible."

Thena attempted to laugh, but she was too breathless. "Well said."

Their bodies were equally sheened with sweat, she could say with confidence as Gil leaned over her again. But he was still careful not to crush her, cradling her cheeks and kissing her rather romantically.

"Fuck," he cursed again, just to pull away and look at her in a way that made her more nervous than the sex. "You're incredible."

She looked away, unable to stare down the barrel of his open adoration. It felt girlish to get done devouring each other carnally and then blush from him making eyes at her. She just barely managed to trail her fingertips down the slope of his chest. "You're were quite remarkable yourself."

He chuckled, which rippled all the way through him and into her. He got right next to her ear again, "glad I could satisfy."

Oh, she was more than satisfied, she felt downright sedated. She squeezed his shoulder, though. "We can't be lying here naked when Sprite gets home."

"Right, right, the kid," he chuckled. If anything, her hormonally ecstatic brain was celebrating how Gil made it sound as if Sprite was just as much his as hers. He patted her backside, "c'mon."

Thena pulled her dress around herself as best she could. With the heat of the moment passed, she was just naked in the middle of the day. She looked around, hoping her underwear wasn't too much further away. She would have to vacuum up the buttons of her dress later. Or let the roomba find them.

Gil was the one find to her panties, unfortunately, handing them to her like it was nothing, on his way to finding his own clothes. "I'll throw this stuff in the wash if you wanna take the upstairs shower."

There was another shower in the downstairs bathroom. She had never imagined it had a real use - Sprite had her own bathroom and shower as well - until now.

He grinned at her as he tossed his shirt over his shoulder, "we should clean ourselves up, right?"

She gave him a stubborn pout. He knew good and goddamn well he was all over the insides of her thighs right now.

But Gil leaned over to kiss her again. She never considered herself much of a kisser, but Gil...they were slobbering all over each other again.

"Any regrets?" he asked her clearly and plainly. Sex really did send away all his shyness and trepidation.

She let him tip her chin up to him. "No."

He kissed her again, satisfied with the answer. She let him pull her hands to stand and then turn her around sharply. Her send off was another kiss to the back of her hair. "Go on, sweetie. I'll clean up down here and Sprite will never know."

She could only hope. If Sprite got even the slightest idea that she and Gil had...given into certain urges, there would be no going back. "Get the vacuum to-"

"Don't worry," Gil waved to her as she started up the staircase overlooking the living room. He looked sexy in just some boxerbriefs with his clothes on his elbow. "Go have a shower."

"Hm," she pursed her lips, although she couldn't really argue. She stank of him, and their illicit affair.

"Unless you want me to join you in there!"

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

Looking for a Mairuma Ao3 fic, I don't know if it got deleted, or I managed to like mute/block the author without realizing it somehow.

Anyways the ship is Sabnock/Iruma, and demons have a/b/o dynamics going on, but humans don't.

And the set up is that Iruma's perfume gets washed off a bit in the rain, and Sabnock gets a whiff of him before he can run off and apply more.

So Sabnock comes to the conclusion that Iruma is an omega and becomes really protective of Iruma.

[blissfulalchemist]

All FFXVI Base Game Side Missions Have Been Uploaded!

All of the side missions available in the base game have been uploaded and ready for viewing! Thank you to all that watch them and I hope they are helpful in all your fanfic writing needs! I will make a new (and final) post when all the Rising Tide DLC missions have been uploaded

[witheredgardenparty]

I will never forgive a single one of you

[broodwoof]

following a conversation i had with my bf @katzenprince / @elvhenprince (hi babe!), i do know some ppl are fine with x reader stuff but just Not Fine scrolling through sm of it in tags! which i can totally understand!

(to be utterly clear: x reader writers, you have nothing but my support 💖 i just see frustration expressed and a lot of it is misdirected frustration at tumblr's filtering system)

under the cut i have a long - but not exhaustive! - list of what i'm noticing is used with some regularity. i have tried to make this easy to just have this post open and copy paste each entry into your filtered tags

also as a heads up: a lot of these will probably appear identical. but the inclusion of spaces and exclamation points and all will help catch the most

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note for filtered post content: some of these, like #yn, will 100% catch a lot that has nothing to do with x reader stuff. just be aware of that

[sysig]

i want to go on a big and elaborate date with papyrus SPECIFICALLY bc of the way u draw him bc he’s so bbg cutie patootie

PapyrACE 💚💜 Happy Valentine's Day!