#this is super affirming... thank you anon...

[wcdonaldo]

possibly tmi, but if it helps you believe in the appeal of big soft tummies... they're cute, like when someone sits down and their tummy rests in their lap or when they stretch and their clothes ride up... it's nice to feel up someone's soft sides when you're making out... um, as annoying as it can be when the comments on art or photos depicting someone who's fat are all like "i bet they give good hugs! :)", it is true that it's so good to cuddle with someone soft... so warm and comfortable... wahhhhh I made myself touch-starved... want a big soft girl to hold in my arrrrrms sob sob

hi this wasn't tmi at all. sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a day because it makes my brain short circuit every time i read it

[demolitionsweetheart]

Relationship headcanons

Sonic the hedgehog x reader

(Can be mobian or human!)

Part two

✫ Sonic is very impulsive and playful but when his partner is in danger he's very attentive. He's not overwhelming though.. He'll trust they can handle themselves and step in if he feels necessary (though sometimes it's not... He just wants to be her hero)

✫ He isn't very serious so he doesn't get jealous easily. That said, if someone is showing a little too much interest in his partner he will resolve it with humor-making sure it's clear they're taken. Something like wrapping his arm around their shoulder and tease "Sorry, buddy, this one's already reserved!".. Though if he sees that she seems to be enjoying herself with someone else, he might try to steal the spotlight sparking unnecessary competition.

✫ He's really big on teasing. Like he's the kind of person to tap the opposite side of her shoulder to get her to look, only for there to be no one there. Loves joking about how 'slow' they are and calling things a race unnecessarily. Really anything stupid because he knows it makes them smile.

✫One of the biggest ways he shows his love is by being their biggest advocate. Whether it's something big and serious or just something like having a bad day, he's always there to make them laugh and points out when she smiles-saying that cheesy line about how they should smile more. He always praises them for small milestones especially if they have something mentally challenging.. Sometimes he can be overwhelming though.

✫ He hates conflict in general  but really doesn't like upsetting his partner given he loves being humorous and won't cross that line if they're really that upset. Sometimes he'll try to charm or joke his way out of an argument unless it's a serious issue. If it is serious he will listen and apologize if it was something he caused.

✫ His biggest love language is quality time though he showers his partner in words of affirmation and acts of service. As much as he loves sharing food, giving her handmade gifts or flowers and showering her with cheesy compliments on how beautiful/handsome they look, He loves spending time doing silly, pointless things as long as he's with them- especially taking insanely long and messy bubble baths ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

✫ Sonic is super energetic and hyper during the day-constantly talking about irrelevant matters or finding some new way to keep himself busy and entertained. But when it's late and everyone's settling in, hes surprisingly affectionate- almost too affectionate. His idea of cuddling isn't gentle; it's more like him throwing himself, pining them there, and then not budging. He's so loving, the idea of cheating is completely foreign to him when it comes to them.

Thank you for reading! And thank you for requesting anon!

Requests are open and can you let me know if I should do a part 2 of knuckles relationship headcanons 😽

(Also sorry if I switched up with the pronouns these are supposed to be neutral😿)

Dividers aren't mine and pictures are from Pinterest!

[drdemonprince]

ENM/Poly circles explicitly discourage real talk around jealousy, and practical considerations around nonmonog in ways that routinely exclude and excise POC and disabled people.

ENM/Poly expects everyone involved to act as though “love” is the reason for every relationship choice. Cliche #1: love isn’t finite. Which… sure. Maybe love isn’t finite, but attention and time sure are— and those are at a premium.

Cliche #2: Love is all you need/love is what makes a family. I am familiar with criticism of this from a family abolition, anticapitalist standpoint, but I have seen this be uncritically repeated by ENM/Poly people. It’s not true that love is what makes a relationship work or not work. It’s also about dumb shit, like geographical proximity and practicality. Good luck being ENM if you can’t regularly host because you have roommates or live at home. Good luck being the gold standard of ENM (out to everyone, including family and maybe even the workplace!) if you are any kind of marginalized. Love is simply not enough. There’s real world shit to consider.

Most ENM/Poly people are white gen x’ers and older millenials for a reason. It’s a framework that works awesome if you have abundant spare space, disposable income to blow, and free time. Plus most ENM/Poly people are heavily in therapy, and just have a fuckton of time to deal with their various baggages… or at least like to posture as though they are doing those things.

Non monog can be liberatory— disabled polycules caring for one another. QPRs! Multiparent households! But ENM/Poly is very lodged in a liberal, hyper-independent Super Good Boundaries Thank You Very Much world of its own, and so most of the “resources” like More Than 2 or Polysecure have hella flaws in that respect.

COME OFF ANON SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU! Because you just said a whole word.

I find "ethical nonmonogamy" and polyamory circles to be viscerally unpleasant and alienating to be in as a crazy, chaotic antipsych person who does not always make choices for carefully therapized, restrained reasons -- and who doesn't believe that most other people do either, no matter how much they claim to.

I don't fuck multiple people to serve some higher purpose; I do it because I'm horny, impulsive, and have a variety of niche fetishes that are really difficult to satisfy.

I didn't choose to be openly nonmonogamous because I nurtured my soul and found that it was abundant with love that I just had to give -- all my relationships already were nonmonogamous at one point or another, either because I cheated or the other person did or both, and I eventually decided to move with my feelings rather than against them, and to stop denying all that is inside me -- all of the hunger and darkness as well as the light.

And I can't say that my nonmonogamy is inherently "ethical" either -- just like my monogamy sure wasn't! I'm a human being, and a crazy one at that, I get jealous, I have emotional blowups, I lash out and fuck other people to make myself feel better or to affirm that I am desired, I make big demands of the people I date, I fail to show up for people consistently, I get hurt, and I hurt others, and I will continually have more to learn. I will also continually have wild animal emotions and triggers, and I won't always deal with them in the way my partner(s) might want me to. I try to avoid hurting other people needlessly, of course, but sometimes your own needs are incompatible with another person's, and hurt is inevitable.

When there is only so much time and attention available in our lives, it's true that somebody's often going to come up short. And ultimately the person that I choose above all others is me. And so, no, I can't say I'm always doing nonmonogamy in some caring yet dispassionate way, or that love is the solution to all problems -- I am driven by passion and need, and sometimes being alive in those ways means getting hurt, or hurting in turn.

I would echo essentially all that you've said. We need time and resources and spaces to enjoy privacy with other people, and if you're not some rich work-from-homer, that shit's all in short supply. I hate the sheen of calm positivity that "ENM" and polyamory folks tend to place on everything -- as if no choices they make are fueled ever by bitterness, dislike, resentment, or hell, fucking white hot irrational DESIRE. With how fair and measured so many of them make their polyamory sound, I don't even see what's fun about any of it.

Sometimes you want to upend your whole life because you're so down bad for a person. Sometimes you hate the shit out of your partner's partners and you say and do little manipulative shitty things to convey those feelings, or to try and blow the relationship up. Sometimes the hours just don't add up and somebody gets shafted. Sometimes you make a promise and then you can't follow through, or just don't WANT to anymore because you have changed.

These are real human realities whether we like it or not, and I find it terribly unrealistic AND unsexy to refuse to acknowledge all the darkness and frustration that comes out in any relationship. I think a lot of the ENM/poly crowd that is white and middle class and heavily therapized is so averse to naming anything edgy or prickly in themselves that they make their spaces actively hostile to anybody who openly expresses negative feelings. That means Black & brown people get tone-policed a ton, "mad" people like me get no-true-scotsmanned out of "ethical" nonmonogamy for ever doing anything messily, and all the romance and sexiness of relationships gets sanded down into a Canva-graphic beige blandness of weekly polycule meetings and processing sessions.

In this world of self-optimization, even fucking and loving other people has to be cast as therapuetic -- our desires must justify themselves by somehow making us better, more capable, more controlled people, But fuck that. Sometimes sex or love is worth exploding your whole life over. The ENM/poly crowd says their way of loving makes them more even-keeled but it seems like a kind of death to me.

[freyito]

hiii first of all i just love your drabbles 🫶🫶🫶 Can i request mk1 characters reactions when their partner is hurt? yk when they found out that their s/o is in the hospital or sth. You can write for whoever you want but I would love if you include Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Syzoth in this ❤️❤️

✭ pairing(s): liu kang, bi-han [sub zero], kuai liang [scorpion], johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, kung lao, raiden, zeffeero [rain], tomas vrbada [smoke], baraka, syztoh [reptile], havik, general shao, shang tsung, reiko (seperate) x gn reader

✧ a/n: thank u smmmmmm anon!!! i hope this doesnt sound egotistical or anything, but i really cant get enough of people telling me they love my writing, it's really affirming and i will always appreciate it ! it's always like... woah.... really......

this is the perfect request, but i am gonna put my own little spin on this and make it pretty angsty, whoops :P super sorry this one took so long too.... ough i put my heart and soul into it. i hope i am not only tumblr user freyito to you, but an angst writer too... well most of these are angst. some are a little more fluffy and less dire... also just could not for the life of me figure out what to write for geras' so no geras in this one :(

🗒 cw: gn reader, certain character's deaths, gore/blood, depiction of death, angst, in some you are close to death, stitching without painkillers in havik's, kidnapping in shang tsung's/mention of kidnapping in rain's, not proofread

✎ wc: 6.3k

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ + ᴀ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⎯Liu Kang

Not much evokes emotion in him. He is a god, he must been even with his feelings, and any shift in the balance could set so many things wrong. On the battlefield, there is no room for failure. With you, he's always been relatively neutral, he makes sure you know he loves you, and he's gentle with you. Yet, he keeps a distance. Liu Kang harbors a fear deep down, that his actions, his status, will bring you to your end. He's a sought out target, after all.

So, when those fears come true, Liu Kang can't help but feel his rage consume him. To watch Shang Tsung's claws dig deep into you, festering, plaguing your own strength. Ripping into you, decorating his hands in your warm blood. Shang Tsung had done this because of Liu Kang, he was so sure. Flames engulfed him, near incinerating the foot soldier he had been fighting. He approaches Shang Tsung, as you lay at his feet, struggling to breathe. Unforgivable. To do this to his starlight, Liu Kang will not make this mans death slow and savory, no. Within an instant, he pushes Shang Tsung's head through his own body, splitting the man in half, as well. Death is too merciful, but alas, that is not important, now.

Once the initial wave of anger washes off, adrenaline and logic set in. Liu Kang picks you up, he treats you as if you're porcelain. Just barely, as you struggle to stay conscious, you can hear him assuring you it's okay. That nothing else will happen. It is unclear whether he is saying this to you, or himself. Regardless, he leaves the battlefield quickly. He knows his comrades can handle the rest. But knowing that he is so close to losing you, as you bleed out within his arms, it is haunting. Every second counts, and he knows it. He entrusts your care to the medics at the Wu Shi academy, as much as he trusts them, he cannot bring himself to leave your side. For hours, he is still covered in your blood. His eyes do not leave your face, resting and peaceful, even with death knocking on your door.

Liu Kang is there every step of the way. When you are in recovery, he makes sure to attend every session. He brings you books, something to keep you occupied on the days where you are stuck in bed. Regrettably, he can't enjoy a lot of alone time with you, because duty calls. He'd love nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you, but he still has stuff to attend to. However, when you are cleared to leave the academy, he keeps you close. Liu Kang is afraid it will happen, the image of you bloodied and ripped up still fresh in his mind. He's only a little protective, the thought of you going back into Kombat a little rattling. But he does not stop you. Because it makes him feel better knowing that you are back on your feet.

⎯ Bi-Han

As the grandmaster's partner, Bi-Han knows that you could be caught in danger. But he does not lament this. He does not celebrate it, either. He admires that you can fight, and he loves fighting by your side. He always looks out for you, of course he does. But he cannot be by your side in a large fight, he knows you can hold your own.

It is a sharp cry that draws his attention towards you. That is all he needs. Bi-Han prides himself on being an even and logical man, but the minute he sees A Tengu assassin's knife dug deep into your ribs, he snaps. Within an instant the battlefield grows colder, and the second you blink, the assassin already has his spine ripped out and shattered. A little bit of a flashy display for a man like him, but he wastes no time in bathing in the glory of his kill. He was lucky enough that the fight was nearing an end, the last of the Tengu clan that was sent out were either retreating or being taken care of.

Off you go to the medics of the Lin Kuei, and he insists you are priority. The one thing Bi-Han was unfair with was you, near fighting with the medics to tend to your wounds. Your blood paints his hands and upper torso, and he refuses to wash it off. Not until he knows that you have priority. When the medics relent, he finally disappears to wash off. He cannot stay by your side as much as he'd like, but he's not only restricted by his title, but his emotions. He takes a couple minutes outside, to calm down his own nerves. Bi-Han does not cry, but a few shaky breaths escape him as he tries to calm himself down. His mind races with every possible outcome, ultimately landing on the worst.

But, Bi-Han's thoughts do not come to fruition. The medics have worked their magic, and you are on the path to recovery. As much as he'd love to be with you, he cannot. But, he does send you a bunch of gifts. Letters, mainly. Small incentives for you to recover quickly, but he sends in flowers frequently, as well. The days he does visit you, he is a softer man. He's especially gentle with you around your ribs. He keeps a very close eye on you during missions once you are out of recovery. He doesn't mean to seem overbearing, but his position alone paints a big ol' target on your head. This attack was the first that brought that to his attention.

⎯ Kuai Liang

Fighting alongside a pyromancer is tricky, to say the least. There's a lot of variables to account for, and aside from that, Kuai Liang can't really keep an eye on you in certain instances. This was one of them, a rather messy battle, one where he couldn't keep track of you. Not that it mattered, he knew you were strong enough to hold your own.

However, it is a stray spark that leads you to stumble back. You flinch, which drives you back into the sword of the enemy.  When Kuai sees this… the world goes silent. Water stills, flame fizzle out, swords clash and the dull clang of steel against steel quiets. Only for the water to suddenly form a raging tide, the flames to burn brighter, and the steel fades against the sound of a brilliant flame. In your fading vision, you see your partner's kusarigama impale your attacker's jaw, and pull it clean off. It is a sight he will regret later.

When the battle is over and the medics have taken you away, all Kuai Liang finds himself doing is worry. Pacing constantly, he messes up the mission report and has to have Tomas or someone else from the Shirai Ryu. He can recount things normally without a hitch, but knowing that it was him and his own ‘reckless’ use of his pyromancy with you in such close proximity makes him trip over his words, and even his thoughts. With what little free time he has, he’s pacing outside your cot, frequently checking in on the medics and the progress, until they ultimately have to push him away. Which calms him down, somewhat.

When the medics assure him that everything is fine, and that you are on the path to recovery, he’s much more relieved. He’s a lot less tense, and he’s a lot more coherent. He’s able to compose himself. Granted, he tends to sneak off (when appropriate) to check on you. He really just loves talking with you afterwards, he doesn’t want to bring up any unpleasant memories or thoughts (particularly what you saw before you blacked out), but there will always be a point where you have to talk about it. He’ll also ramp up his affection. The entire ordeal (while he knew what would come with forming the Shirai Ryu) made him realize that maybe he takes you for granted. Kuai Liang has been surrounded by death, sure, but for some reason, when it comes to those he loves… it is hard to understand that life is fleeting.

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny is used to deaths and his partner being hurt… on screen. He’s so used to the dramatized version, where his stage partner dies in his arms, and he wails real loud. He’s blissfully unaware that it could, in fact, happen to you in real life. He likes to think of himself as a great source of protection, believes no harm will come your way, not when you’ve got just a big, strong, handsome hunk around. And one of Earthrealm’s Defenders. As much as he’s grown, he still needs to learn a few lessons from the world.

And he’s in for a reality check. There are some unsavory characters out there, ones that aren’t too happy about his status as a whole. All he gets is a call from the hospital and a nice little greeting from officers. The only things he can make out in his newfound panic is ‘attempted murder’, and he’s REELING. He wasn’t there, he reminds himself. He doesn’t know what went down. Officers are still trying to figure it out. In his hazy and reckless state, he goes to his best friend.

Kenshi helps ease his nerves, and gives him a couple of LOGICAL ideas. Considering Shang Tsung had wormed his way into Kenshi’s life to steal Sento (and ultimately got his ass beat), he brings it up. Which leads to a whole meeting with Liu Kang, Raiden, and Kung Lao. To discuss the possible threats, and the future. Johnny cannot sit still that meeting, he’s practically bouncing off the walls, asking what this means for you. Every single question is about you, and you alone. Liu Kang dismisses him, and he practically speeds off to the hospital.

Johnny relaxes when he’s able to finally enter your room,– after a lot of arguing with the doctors about visiting hours– but his mind still spins. How could he let this slide? He should’ve been there, right? Regardless of how much blame he puts on himself, (which it was never his fault to begin with) he’s sat by your bed, sulking. From the police report, it’s clear that it was AT LEAST linked to Shang Tsung, but that’s no longer his problem. He gets you anything from the cafeteria if you ask, and he brings you flowers every. damn. day. He’s got so many gifts coming your way, that when you get discharged, you’re practically smothered by all the gifts he got you as an ‘apology’. When you ask him what he means by an apology, he doesn’t say a single word. Johnny’s very on top of your medication, he’s soooo very delicate with you, he almost condemns you to bedrest. But with enough pushback, you’re able to be up and about; but that doesn’t mean he won’t be worrying over you for quite a while. Even if Liu Kang assures him that it won’t happen again.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is aware of the danger that surrounds him and his existence in general. He’s protective of you, of course. And he knows full well that you could be swept up into the mix of the Yakuza, and his work with Liu Kang and the OIA. But, you yourself had fought hard for the relationship and made it clear that you could care less about the potential dangers; even if he felt a little frazzled at all the dangers out there. All the hands that could be grabbing at you, the guns, the knives, the weapons that would be pointed at you the minute you were spotted next to him. You didn’t care.

Yet, when he gets the call that you were involved in some crime, landing you in the hospital, his mind omits all the other details. Aside from the hospital you’re at. He even skips over the fact that it was Jax calling him. Part of him wants to cry. And he probably would, if he could. But he tries to keep himself composed. Whatever he’s been occupied with is now a distant memory, other agents can take over. As calm as he looks on the outside, there’s a war raging within him. He knew this would happen. Ever since he felt feelings for you, he knew.

When he finds you at the hospital, Sento left behind, he’s scared. He doesn’t know if he should be grateful that he can’t see you, or if he should lament over it. While the doctors had described your injuries as non-fatal, and that you’d recover in no time, Kenshi’s mind has already spun a horrifying image, but once the doctors have left, he can hear your soft breathing underneath all the bustle of the machines. And it soothes him. Only then does he find some peace of mind, you are safe, and the danger has passed. Somewhat. When his worry starts to dissipate, he remembers that Jax had actually called him first, not the hospital. When he calls Jax back, the first thing he says is that he’s taking time off, and Jax doesn’t protest. They discuss what happened and that it is now a government matter, and something that expands past OIA boundaries. The short version of the conversation is that someone from a different timeline had managed to worm their way into this one, and harm you. Someone with striking similarity to himself. 

Now that Kenshi has calmed down and knows you’re safe, he understands why the nurses and the law enforcement seemed tense around him. It unnerves him, to say the least. That another version of himself would hurt you. His heart, his guiding light. It’s also an entirely new threat that he hadn’t accounted for. Once discharged from the hospital, you have all of his attention. He’s oh so gentle with you, like any little touch and you’ll crack. He does every chore around the house for weeks, until you’ve fully healed. He cooks a lot (with the help of Sento), even bathes you (despite your protests). It’s his way of an apology for what happened, and not just that, but an apology for being with him. He holds immense regret over this, knowing that– even if it was another him from another timeline– he did this.

⎯ Kung Lao

Kung Lao is… protective, alright. And that often gets swept up within his cockiness. Of course, you do feel pretty safe with him. Maybe not around the hat, but you do feel safe around him. Aside from his interesting choice of weapon, he’s a great martial artist. And also just someone who’s really nice to cuddle with. He’s a Shaolin Master, of course he’s going to be a horrifying opponent.

And, there would be hell to pay if anyone hurt his love. He isn’t just all bark. Even the thought of you being hurt has him seething, he tends to overthink. There’s a lot of things that have made him realize that he may be a high value target– even if he can’t help but think he’s done nothing to get to that point. But, under Liu Kang, and just the title ‘Defender of Earthrealm’, there’s some sort of pride that lingers. Something that makes him want to challenge anyone and everyone he can, tell them to ‘bring it on’.

But not at the expense of you. The one thing bigger than his ego? His heart. So, when you stride into Wu Shi Academy,– though, limp is the better term– all cut up and bruised, barely able to speak or see, there’s a rage that burns within Lao. One that even Raiden hasn’t seen. He can’t help but run his mouth about how he’ll teach whoever the hell got to you a lesson. But he’s also despondent, he barely touches his food, he barely shows up to Madame Bo’s… and that makes her worried, until she learns about what happened to you from Raiden. Now not only does the culprit have a bastard with a really sharp hat after them, but the most badass little old lady after them, too. Madame Bo loves you like one of her own, really. She dotes on you, where she’ll normally scold the boys. You are her golden child.

Ultimately, their shared hunt leads to a dead end. Your mind is too hazy to remember anything aside from a silhouette, before getting beaten senseless. As much as Lao seems hellbent on tracking the culprit down, he ultimately gives up when you ask him. But, as you recover, he seems to be in much better spirits. He likes to curl up next to you at night (despite the monks telling him not to), just to reassure him that you’re safe. And Madame Bo arguably puts on more of a show than Lao does. She treats you with free food every day of your recovery, and when you’ve got clearance to be walking around without supervision again, she’s made a FEAST for you. While it feels all sunshine and rainbows once you’ve recovered, Kung Lao works tirelessly to get better. He blames himself, mainly for the fact that no matter what he did, he couldn’t find the one who did this to you. Even if you tell him outright that it is okay. It’s another mark on his list of failures, to him.

⎯ Raiden

When he got the amulet, Raiden didn’t exactly have it down. It took a great deal of focus and strength to hone it, more than he’s known. Sure, there have been some points where it feels like he’s got it down, like he can actually control the lightning. But before the tournament, he had a hard time controlling it, and spent many days doing his best to hone this new power. It was exhausting, and took a toll on him, both physically and mentally. He might have been trained nearly his whole life in martial arts, but that doesn’t necessarily correlate to any sort of magic.

However, it is his connections that ground him. Kung Lao, yes. But you, mainly. Normally, his training sessions with the amulet consist of him trying not to fry Lao, while you sit by and encourage him. A positive environment encourages progress, right? That’s what Raiden thinks, anyway. And all things considered, he’s doing well today. The lightning had been easily tamed, Lao hadn’t been zapped, and all was well.

While training with a staff, however, one wrong move sends a strike horrifyingly close to you. You barely register what happened, the loud bang by your right is followed by a popping feeling, like you’ve been in high altitude, a sharp pain through your eardrum, and then a dull ringing in your right ear. Raiden comes running up to you near immediately, checking over you. Your mind spins at how fast things happened, so you can’t necessarily explain clearly to him what you felt. Before you can collect yourself, Raiden is suddenly set on high-alert, and hauling you away to the medics at Wu Shi. Even Lao is a little confused as he follows after the two of you.

At the medics, you’re able to piece everything together. Ruptured eardrum, and Raiden can’t help but blame himself for it. When you’re getting checked over, Raiden is pacing outside, and Lao is trying desperately to calm him down. It had been a fear of his since the very start of his training. But as time went on and you went unharmed… it started to slip into the back of his mind. He feels horrible for letting go of that worry, for letting it happen. And when the medics let you go and tell you that it’ll heal in a couple weeks, you do your best to comfort him next to Lao. When it’s just you two, however, Raiden is a lot more calm. The adrenaline of the moment got to him earlier. Still, all he feels he can do is apologize, as much as you assure him it’s fine. Over the next couple of weeks, he’s very, very mindful of himself. He’s practically banned you from his training sessions, he makes sure to approach you from your left side or make his presence known if he’s coming up from behind you.

⎯ Zeffeero

There’s not much Rain has to worry about in his day-to-day life, even with his status as High Mage. He knows his title holds weight, but he believes that if he spends all his time worrying, something will happen sooner or later, and he’ll be more of a mess if it comes true. He’s more worried about his actual duties, coming home to you (almost) every night, and what books he will read on his days off.

That being said, he isn’t able to spend all his time with you. Which is a bummer, really. His job isn’t necessarily ‘remote’. He doesn’t worry over you too much, he knows you’re strong enough to cover for yourself. And those who are against him and the royalty should be smarter and focus their attention towards him and Sindel. Keyword, should.

So, when Zeffeero is met by the couriers during his duties, he’s confused. The only words he can make out in their frantic speech is your name, and hostage. Which snaps him out of his normally calm demeanor. But, regardless, he does his best to stay collected. He gets the couriers to explain the situation clearly, that Sindel’s detractors had chosen you out of all people to make an example. The good news is that it was dealt with just as quickly as you had been taken away, criminals don’t really get their way so easily in Sun Do, especially.

But that doesn’t mean they didn’t do a number on you. Rain immediately puts his work to the side and meets you at the infirmary. You’re pretty beat up, a couple bruises on your arms and a gash on your forehead, and the medics inform him that you’ll need to stay here for at least another week, you’ve gotten a couple of bruised ribs, as well. For the next couple of days, he is by your bedside, perfectly on time when the medics open up visiting hours. He’ll even do his work by your side, filling countless journals and going through way too many reports as he does.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Stealth missions require the utmost focus, especially ones of this caliber. Tomas is confident in your ability, so he doesn’t worry unnecessarily over you. But his mind can tend to wander sometimes. Still, he does his best to remain on track, stalking through the rampart. It was a simple recon mission, keep an eye on the territory. It had been left abandoned after the events of Armageddon, but there had been indications that Bi-Han was looking to start something there again. Considering the cyberization of the Lin Kuei, Kuai Liang and Tomas agreed to simply check it out, make sure nothing was being done.

And they were right to be suspicious. Either out of paranoia, or a hunch, Bi-Han had sent scouts as well. This makes the operation a lot more high-risk, both parties may be aware of each other, but have no idea where the other is. It looks as if there’s a rather hefty amount of spies in the rampart as well. As Tomas stalks through the tops of the wall, searching for anything slightly out of place, he gets the sudden feeling that he’s being watched.

Just as he raises his head, he hears the thwip of a bow string, causing him to jerk away from his position. An arrow flies past his head, a few centimeters from it, and as he follows it’s trajectory, he sees you, across the rampart. Fighting with two ninjas, doing your best to, well, stay alive. Realizing that you two are horribly outnumbered, he completely ignores the archer behind him. Utilizing his practical magic, he wastes no time disappearing and taking off. It’s not as easy as it sounds, practically throwing himself off the wall and doing what he can to make it across the rampart. As adrenaline rushes through him, his actions are near mindless, reckless, jumping over stray ballistas and rubble.  Does he know that this could put his life at risk? That it puts the mission at risk? Yes. But there’s a tiny voice inside of him that screams at him, tells him you are much more important than the mission. He got the intel anyways.

Things blur together for Tomas after that. He can’t remember exactly how he reached you, he can’t remember what he did with the two ninjas, the only thing that brings him back to the present moment is the pained breaths of yours and heaved gasps. He’d been singing some lullaby that he couldn’t remember the name of, his voice cracking here and there. His throat is raw, blood pouring from a head wound, and he can’t tell if the blood coating his arms is from you, who lay motionless (but thankfully breathing) in his arms, the ninjas, or his own. He’s barely noticed that he’s made his way to Harumi’s house. Not to Kuai Liang– to Harumi. Which, eventually, the knowledge that you’ve been hurt and that the Lin Kuei are pushing to claim territory over the Rampart. When Harumi guides the two of you to a room while she calls for the medics, all Tomas can do is blame himself. He’s spaced out the entire time, the only thing that snaps him out of his catatonic state is when they try to separate the two of you. He doesn’t let them. He doesn’t let anyone separate you from him. He’s too scared that he will lose you.

⎯ Baraka

While the restrictions on those inflicted with Tarkat have been lifted slightly, there is still some public animosity towards Tarkattens. And some of those people tend to direct their anger at those who support this decision, or those close to those afflicted with Tarkat. And unfortunately, you just so happen to be one of those people.

You aren’t entirely vocal about your relationship with Baraka, but you aren’t entirely quiet about it, either. The only reason Baraka doesn’t talk about you two is because he is afraid of what could happen to you. It doesn’t matter if the public’s opinion will turn, if there will ever be a cure, he has always been distant. He loves you, and good god, he’d do anything to even hold your hand. But he is afraid. He can’t help but be afraid of what will happen to you.

And rightfully so, when you are visiting Sun Do with Baraka. It’s a routine visit, to talk about how to integrate precautions for those with Tarkat, and how the vaccine progress is coming along. It feels like hours in a stuffy room, talking with Mileena. Eventually, you step out for a moment, to get some fresh air, and to clear your head. Unfortunately, one of the people against the aid for Tarkattens takes this as an opportunity to attack you in broad daylight.

Luckily, you don’t have to suffer much. A couple of kicks and hits that have left a couple of bruises, but the Constabulary was able to pull them off you quickly. The commotion brings Mileena and Baraka out, which leaves you feeling a little flustered. Needless to say, the talks for that day are cut short, and Baraka spends his time worrying about you. He asks you to stay in Sun Do for a while, that he can handle the talks himself now.

⎯ Syzoth

Syzoth’s biggest fear is Shang Tsung. Even after all is said and done, the fear still lingers. With his past, he can’t help but worry, especially about you. He wants to imagine a future with you, and he’s more than content with the days you two spend together, but he will never be able to shake the idea of his happiness being ripped from him again. While he is still all cuddly with you, there is something always gnawing at him. An eternal dread.

And his fears come true, in some way. He had to leave home for a couple of days, out on official business. It was nothing major, nothing that would pull him from you for longer than a week. Integrating yourself along with Zatterans was a challenge alright, something you didn’t mind facing. Syzoth had said it was a good way to get them used to humans, to earthrealmers.

However, when he comes back home, he is greeted by you, with a black eye, and multiple, bandaged, gashes down your arms. You smile at him warmly, despite your injuries, which have had at least two days to heal. He’s stunned, and after a moment of silence, he’s all over you, asking question after question. Despite what he asks, he knows what the Zatterans have done to you.

He tells himself he should’ve known, as they had killed those with his mutation, he should’ve known that they would’ve treated you the same. You can’t give him exact details, you can’t even give him a description. It happened all too fast, and you were helpless in the moment. He spends the next week by your side, never leaving, unless it was for food, or necessities. When you two are out, he’s very diligent about his surroundings, and those around them. Most of the Zaterrans express their apologies to you, even if it wasn’t them, which makes Syzoth even more wary about who he should be keeping an eye on.  

⎯ Havik

Danger comes with the territory of dating Havik. Yeah, he keeps you close, but he’s wanted. And he’s well aware, he tends to get himself in fights quite often. If you wanna participate? Hells yeah, he’s all in. But if you’d rather sit back, hide away, anything like that, he doesn’t mind. Even if he prefers a more active partner on the battlefield. Just because he’s got his anarchic ways and enjoys a little bloodbath every now and then, doesn’t mean he’s thrown care and (at least) sympathy into the wind. Granted, it’s hard to coax that reaction out of him.

But, it’s different with you. His heart; quite literally. He’d do anything for you, he’s (almost) as obedient as a dog. But when he gets to watch you in kombat… it’s a treat. He’s like actually drooling. He’s got a twisted sort of smile on his face when you slash through enemies. Sometimes just the thought of it makes him blush. He’s a little fucked up, actually! But for a being who thrives on chaos, that’s the norm.

When it comes to you being injured, if it’s just a little nick, (which is categorized very loosely; can be deep cuts, slashes, not just a scrape) he doesn’t find any reason to retaliate against your assailant. Havik is proud to have a lover that can take care of things themselves, but that doesn’t mean he won’t leap at the chance to tear someone limb from limb. Especially if you’re wounded near fatally. That’s when any semblance of humanity leaves him. He’s brutal, horribly so, and for once, you have to turn your head away.

When the fight’s done, Havik returns to you, covered in blood and viscera. He made it quick, as much as he would’ve enjoyed making it slow and painful, he knows that time is of the essence. Given his situation, he can’t really take you anywhere. So a little impromptu ‘healing’ session is underway. Some alcohol (that’s 100% not stolen) and some pressure to make sure the bleeding stops and that you don’t get an infection. After, he’s got to stitch up the wound. As he does so, he’s murmuring praises,– a rare thing from him, really– doing his best to make this as painless as possible.

⎯ General Shao

There is no greater place than the battlefield to Shao. It is something he grew up on, and to be fighting side by side with his beloved, it fills him with pride. Of course, he knows the dangers, he knows there’s a target on his back, but he could care less. He almost revels in it. Yes, he’ll worry about you, but he also knows that you can handle yourself.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t above teaching those who choose to hurt you a lesson. He’s sensible, he’s strong, and he’s just a little, teensy weensy bit protective of you. Of course, you can handle fights on your own. But it’s when the enemies got you in a tough spot, managed to daze you, anything like that. That’s when Shao lets hell break loose.

A sword pierces through your arm, and while it’s not fatal, the minute Shao sees it, he’s raging. A bloody warpath follows him as he marches towards the assailant, the opponent he had been fighting long forgotten. He can’t gloss over an injury like that, he is unsure if they had cut through the brachial artery. So he makes it quick, practically splitting them in two as you watch. The battle continues to rage on, but all Shao can do is huff and encourage you to make an escape,– mainly because he’s afraid you might bleed to death– even if you don’t want to.

At the end of it all, you oblige, retreating and making it to the field medics. You are glad to hear that they did not cut through your brachial artery, and that you won’t bleed to death. But the gash in your arm still needs treatment. You’re stuck in that tent for quite a bit, mourning the loss of a good fight. That is, until Shao interrupts. He’s barely pulled back the tarp of the entrance, and he’s already looking for you. And when he spots you, lying down with a defeated look, bored as hell, he’s at your side within an instant. He needs to know the damage, if it’ll take you out of combat, etc etc. He quietly worries over you, which is quite charming in its own way.

⎯ Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung is no pushover. He may be despised, he may have been outcast, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stand there and take it. Especially when it comes to you. He’s a bit of a drama queen, sure, but he’s charming. Even after everything, it seems like people won’t forgive him. They aren’t wrong to leave him unforgiven, either.

But, their anger should be pointed towards him. So when he receives a letter for ransom via courier, he’s rightfully pissed. How dare they take his sunshine away from him, all because of what he’s done. What he’s done. And to try and rip him off, as well. You aren’t worth a mere 50,000 koins! You’re worth at least 5mil! Needless to say, he’s fuming.

What’s he going to do? Ask the Constabulary to help? No! He’s more than capable of handling it himself. A little dirt on his hands never hurt anybody. Time is short, so he rushes over the details. A couple sleepless nights spent scouting, collecting any sort of information, and he’s off to a shabby little shack in the wastes. The audacity of these people to not only take you from him, demand 50k koins, but also keep you in some run-down place! As much as he’s nitpicking what they’ve done to you, he’s doing it to calm himself down. Yeah, he’s got this in the bag, but any one taking his love from him, especially with malicious intent, makes him scarier than his most evil counterparts.

It is there where Shang Tsung finds out the kidnappers haven’t necessarily… prepared. Only two captors, and they’re dealt with easily. Torn into like meat, left to rot. He disregards their state, food for the vultures and whichever desperate soul wanders past. You’re a mess, head down, mind hazy, legs weak. He treats you like a knight saving his darling, picking you up bridal style. He coos at you, whispering things like ‘you’re alright’, and ‘I’m here now’ as he takes you away.

⎯ Reiko

It’s a calm evening, paired with a little sparring. As Reiko watches you train an over-ambitious rookie, he seems lost in thought. Why? It’s unsure. It feels like he’s simply lost his grip lately, he feels that he hasn’t been doing well in combat, and has actually regressed with his progress. Seeing you humble the soldier over and over again somehow reminds him of this, telling himself he needs to catch up on his training, build on his weaknesses.

It’s a subtle snap that brings him back to reality. It seems the trainee had enough of your teaching, and didn’t quite enjoy the lessons you were drilling– punching– into them. They’ve managed to pin you down, thanks to a very direct, very heated punch to the face. They’ve got you in a headlock, spouting nonsense at you like you’ve greatly offended them. You groan, so close to yelling out uncle. But, you’ve gotta admit, you like their fire. Even if it severely clouds their judgment.

Reiko is quick to pull them off of you, grabbing them by the nape as if they were a dog. It’s a little bit of a struggle, mainly the trainee squirming and protesting like a child who’s been denied candy. It’s shameful for him, but the very thought of the runt taking advantage of the moment to hurt you makes him believe they are unbefitting of a soldier. And it makes him a little pissed. He’s lecturing them, doing his best to hold back some very choice words. All the while you’re nursing your possibly broken nose, trying to get Reiko to let up on them. Eventually, you just shoo them away, and then give Reiko his own lecture. They’re your student, so they’ll get your discipline.

He’s not the best at consoling you, especially over something that he’s deemed ‘minor’. A quick ‘are you okay?’ and a nod is all he really gives you. But, after you’ve ended the training session early, and confirmed that your nose isn’t broken, Reiko picks up the opportunity to hone in his skills. Given the fact that you still had time left in your schedule, you take up his offer.

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🍁 Celeste 🍁

leo ☼ | INFP-T | Historophile

a lil obsessed with music, history, sketching & art, photography & cinematography, cold coffee, chocolates, makeup, lip gloss, fairy lights, scented candles, fall vibes, henna, oversized sweaters, books, philosophy, existential literature, sleep, halloween, foggy mornings and sweets. basically romanticizing life 24/7....

Read Before Sending Asks:

If I keep getting the same question over and over, i’m not answering it. i’ve already covered it..just scroll through my posts. i promise i didn’t write all that for fun, also I'm here to discuss Law of Assumption/manifestation/void state/shifting/ dr scripts and problems related to void, shifting and loa...also I won't be accepting super long asks, be concise and clear as possible and don't ask me to manifest/wake up in void for you.

also, i’m not answering stuff like:

“can i—”

“how can i—”

“is it possible to—”

“how to—”

Babes, manifestation is not quantum physics. y’all don’t need me to break it down into a million baby steps. you think it, you persist, you get it. stop making it complicated. apply the basics, live your life, and let reality catch up. that’s it.

And this isn't place for hate/antis, if you don't agree with me just scroll away, or if you don't something in my posts just simply send me an ask instead of misinterpreting.

stay winning.

Anons - 🪐, 🍓

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*My posts ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

How to manifest anything?

Law of assumption: Victorian ghost explanation

Embodying desired version

Get rid of procrastination

Why persisting feels fake?

Persisting when 3d isn't showing up

You already have your desires

Shut your brain up when it's being logical

Manifestation burnout

Manifesting money

Myths and manifestation

Time and Manifestation

Revision method

Manifesting Appearance changes

But how do I assume?

Read this if you're tired of waiting for your manifestation.....

Do you actually need methods?

Get rid of Victim Mindset

Manifesting SP - I

Manifesting SP - II

Scripting 101

What if 3d is showing opposite?

Can't visualise?

Manifesting fictional character

Just assume it

Robotic affirming

State Akin to Sleep (SATs)

Manifesting dream life in hard circumstances

Manifesting apperance changes without surgery is possible?

I feel like a clown while persisting

Void section:

Inducing void

The void: puppy explanation

Why are you still not in the void?

Put void off the pedestal

Inducing void through loa

My methods:

Thank you method

Playhouse mode method for waking up in void

Void game method to wake up in void

My success stories:

How I induced void for the first time?

How I manifested my man!

How I induced void for the first time? Pt.2

[eclipseberrycake]

Joyride (Glisten x Reader)

AN: Oh you mean Glisten? Glisten who is literally one of my favorites? Glisten who I played as for a whole month straight regardless of anything? Glisten who I babysit no matter how impractical my toon is for it? That Glisten?

...SAY LESSS

This was a request, so thank you anon!

Look out for MBC pt 6 later tonight by the way! It's almost ready!

☁ Oh my sweet sweet baby boy Glisten. How I love you and your insecure butt.

☁ First off, I need to say this, but you're probably a holiday toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT-

☁ Maybe not christmas, and I know there aren't any Valentines day toons, but IMAGINE. Valentine's day is such a pretty holiday, You're all already gorgeous don't worry! <3

☁ But Glisten? With a V-Day toon?! RAHHH

☁ Very much a love at first sight Toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT-

☁ He's canonically a lot little egotistical and often focused on himself and himself alone, but when he see's your twisted pop up? Nearly runs into a wall. If that's your twisted form, he could only imagine you're normal form.

☁ Rodger later calls him out for this and he has to play it off like a champ.

☁ He knows that all the toons are working super hard to get the research done and the original toons cured and back to normal, but if he works a little harder when he knows you're on the floor? Well...that's no one business but his own.

☁ Rodger is a huge help with this, even after their...admittedly tense relationship (Lol exes.) and before he knows it, you're back to normal, slowly being introduced to the routine of things.

☁ since he's not a main or a specialist, he's given a bit more leeway to stay behind and help ease you into everything. He helps set up your room and mends your clothing if need be. If you need it, he's more than happy to help polish/brush/mend you so you're back you're pristine form.

☁ He's thankful for being a mirror honestly, because in an effort to show you you're newly refreshed form, he's able to admire you feeling like yourself. It looks much better on you than any physical thing he could possibly gift you.

☁ Now, he's down bad. Like I said I feel like he falls hard and fast.

☁ He constantly is looking for ways to show off in front of you, even if it means accidentally hurting himself or overworking himself as he's bound to do.

☁ He needs to achieve perfection in your eyes at all time, and it takes a little while before you're cluing in at last and gently asking him if it was something you had done.

☁ He's quick to reassure that it's nothing on your end and you are just as perfect as the day he first met you. (Sans ichor)

☁ It takes time and patience, but he will eventually open up, bit by bit. He's a prideful toon, so give him time. It's like a wild animal. Stay gentle and soft when discussing these kind of things with him and in time he'll grow comfortable with the uncomfortable and slowly express how he's feeling.

☁ Bro is a huge words of affirmation person, but that's a given. You know what else he is? Acts of service. He canonically wears makeup, so if you carry around smaller version of the products he uses for quick touch ups? He's swooning. If you take the time to pull him behind a crate or something, fixing his bow before sending him on his way with a kiss and smile? He is a mess.

☁ He is not slick about being a lovesick buffoon. He thinks he is. The other toons have a silent agreement to let him think that.

☁ He shows his love in so many ways.

☁ Physical touch? Done. He loves keeping a hand on you at all times whenever possible, always touching or adjusting something on you or pressing pecks to your cheeks whenever the urge strikes.

☁ Words of affirmation? There is not a time where he does not shower you in compliments at all times. He's constantly praising you no matter what you do. Extracting? You're just as good as he is! Distracting? You give those twisted the run around like an angel, don't you know? Walking around collecting research because doing machines sucks? Good, you can join him. Why should you need to dirty your hands at all?

☁ Acts of service? He'll do machines for you, no ifs, ands or buts about it. He's constantly picking up more of your preferred product whenever he notices it's almost empty, Food is brought to you if you're caught up in a project and he'll help you do your routine if you're too tired to do so.

☁ Quality time is also huge for him! He evidently has some abandonment issues, so knowing you're there, within arms length, of him at all times? It makes him so relaxed and puts him so at ease. It's one of his favorite things in all honesty.

☁ Gift giving/ receiving? Also a favorite of his! It never has to be something big either! You once gave him a rock that you thought was super cool and he's kept it on his desk since you've given it to him. He also got you a rock! An engagement ring surprise! LOL IM KIDDING He would not yet. No, he went outside of Gardenview one night, scouring for the perfect rock, finding a heart shaped one that he deemed perfect.

☁ You keep it on a shelf near your bed.

☁ Yk, by penguin standards, you guys are married. Just saying.

☁ Now, his twisted form.

☁ The first time you both encounter it, he wavers just a bit, worrying you'd feel disgust at what was essentially the worst part of him personified.

☁ But you didn't. You're hand entwined with his and held tightly, dragging him away from it when you felt him tense.

☁ "I'm sorry you feel that way." You offer, gently playing with his fingers. He didn't say anything at first, holding onto your hands with both of his. "I promise I'll never abandon you." You try next, eyes wide and wet.

��� The promise, as sad as it sounds, makes his lips upturn before he's pressing his lips to your knuckles. "Oh my jewel, you're too kind. I know it is you and me until the end of our days." He returns the promise, hearing the three dings of the machines and the call to get to the elevator and quickly. "Come now, you don't want to be nearby when that final machine is finished."

☁ He momentarily ignores your questions, knowing you'll see it first hand, directing you to the elevator. When your both a few steps away the final machine dings and the telltale shatter cracks the sharp silence alone with the cry of agonized pain, screaming "Your LEAVING me?!"

☁ He rushes to get you inside the safety the elevator provides, seeing Flutter quickly use her ability to get away. His twisted self is right behind her, sprinting only to slam onto the invisible wall that miraculously separates them from the Twisteds. You gasp in horror, finding recluse in Glisten who angles you away from the door.

☁ The twisted doesn't care though. As a clone of him, he recognizes you immediately, fists clanking against the wall as it absolutely wails. "You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T-" It practically screams, rearing up to slam on the wall again before the elevator finally slams shut, Connie slipping in while the twisted is distracted with you two.

☁ You're shaking from where Glisten holds you, making him swallow tightly at the thought.

☁ But as usual you are just perfect. "He seemed so...scared." You mention, and those aren't the words he expected.

☁ "Out of everyone, I was able to fight the effects of the Ichor the most. But, even I as perfect as I am, fell victim to the way it made me feel when I realized everyone was leaving. I didn't have anyone to grasp onto to keep me tethered to this world." He admitted, watching Flutter kick the lever to bring them back. They had gotten what they came here for.

☁ "That's terrifying. I'm so sorry." You whisper.

☁ "Don't be. I have you now afterall." He grins. Truthfully, it was scary back when he was a twisted. But now? The only thing that scares him more is losing you.

☁ And He's got no plans on doing that anytime soon.

[abellmunsonmovie]

Van Palmer Headcanons :)

has niche movie opinions but always has something to back it up, that makes it seem right

Her and Nat used to be really close, when Van moved to Wiskayok she didn’t know anyone but Nat was really nice to her and they bonded over their bad home lives - adding on to that in 6th grade Nat pierced Vans ears for her

Van and Tai became really close in middle school, and they always loved eachother and probably had crushes on eachother longer than they realized, but it really hit for Van when Tai took her to the fair and they had a sleep over and they watched Desert Hearts in 9th grade and half the time she was watching the movie, half the time she was watching Tai - who was very into the movie, and that’s when Van knew

Undiagnosed adhd

Her and tai have secret matching tattoos on their hips

She’s a foodie, more so because in the wilderness they didn’t get to eat hardly and when they did…well-

Had/has a crush on Jodie Foster and loves Hannibal

Adding onto that, she’s a big horror movie buff

Used to wanna be a movie director, and even did a short film, but she felt like it wouldn’t take off as well as she wanted so she opened the store instead (she would’ve been a great movie director)

Constant state of nostalgia

Ibuprofen queen (me too)

drinks a addictive amount of coffee, like it doesn’t even wake her up really anymore she’s so used to drinking coffee

will playfully smack your ass or squeeze your boobs (if ur okay with that ofc)

after her and tai broke up, she cut her hair super short like REALLY SHORT, think like a pixie or lauren Ambrose in can’t hardly wait

tried art school but hated all the people so only went for half a year

is a major theater kid and did a play in art school

LOVES KARAOKE, she didn’t have that mic for no reason

when drunk, is the giggliest person ever and she’s so touchy and clingy

her love language is touch, words of affirmation and acts of service, she’s chronically touch starved and always has a hand on your thigh or waist. and she loves getting help around the store or even as simple as you fixing a light bulb or doing the dishes

her favorite season is fall

NSFW UNDER HERE!!!

MUNCHHHHHH!!!!! she loves eating out her girl after a long day at the store

major switch, and I feel like when she’s a dom - she’s a soft dom. but when shes sub she is a WHIMPERING MESS

AGHHHH she’d be so needy but it’s so attractive

lovessssss giving and receiving love bites

I don’t think she’s into like slapping and stuff because I just think she’d feel immediately guilty

always makes sure she’s making you comfortable and asks before she does anything new

thank you anon for this request!

if you wanna be part of my taglist comment: 💋

[pressplay-if]

Anon who brought up a possible air of resentment: I get what you're saying and I definitely don't want you to lose your joy in creating. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. And I do recognize that I have no idea what it's like in your inbox and what it might be like to see all of that so relentlessly. It does sound exhausting and I'm sure it's frustrating.

And I don't want to downplay that IF readership can be very parasocial and very demanding, and I want to affirm that that's not right.

I'm still very excited to see how your story develops. It's clear it's very dear to you and it's very dear to many of us as well, even if what makes it dear might not always line up.

If your inbox is weighted toward what exhausts you, what could readers send or say that would be more encouraging for you?

Honestly nonnie thank you so much for this, I needed to hear that my efforts at communication aren't failing entirely right now. I really appreciate you seeing my standpoint.

As for your question, it honestly made me realize that my entire inbox sort of exhausts me lately. Don't get me wrong, I get a ton of asks that are SO awesome, I try to answer as many as I can but despite my efforts, I currently have a queue of 395. I'm sure other authors have a bigger one (insert dick joke here) but it's just a lot. A recent highlight was all of the people who wished me happy birthday, that was so sweet! And then there's the crowd who talks about their experiences with mental health, which I often find to personal to post but really appreciate a LOT because it reminds me how many people share the same difficulties as I did. There are also a lot of very sweet and funny RO-centric asks, but some of those I don't answer just because I can't think of sth witty to say right off the bat.

In short, I like just about every ask I get that isn't super explicit or demanding or strikes me that way. But these boundaries are getting harder and harder to define, and I feel as though it stresses me out a bit, this whole interaction thingy... I don't know.

Your question helped me realize that perhaps I want to shut down anon or my askbox entirely for a little while. I feel as though that might curb my productivity right now, especially since the update is so close and I really don't want to be stressed/insecure around this time! The update is another big step for me, it's so branchy and exhaustive and I'm so proud of it, you know? But my confidence in my writing is a volatile thing.

Maybe I should freeze asks until the update is out, then open up again to receive feedback, bugs, typos and general merriment lol.

[slvtforfiction]

Jake smut but with a super innocent reader. And he explains in kinda to her and she turns her stuffed animals so they’re facing away before it n stuff 🥹🥹

Little Sweetheart

☆ ANON STOPPPPP

☆ OMG LOTS OF LOVE SWEETIE 💜

☆ Jake Webber X Virgin!Reader

☆ Smut (porn w no plot?)

☆ Sorry it’s so short :( x

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

I rolled over in bed next to Jake and rested my head on his chest as he kissed my forehead,waking up.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said smiling as he rested his head back letting out a low groan. “Hi.” I smiled up at him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him looking up at him from his chest. “Nothing baby,just gonna have a shower.” He said getting up and stretching his arms.

My head just peaked out of the covers but I could see his boxers larger than normal.

“Do you want help with that?” I asked him whilst looking up at him,doe eyes. He smiled at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You sure love? You only choose one person to give your virginity to.” He said to me and I sat up in bed.

“I promise.” I told him as I smiled up at him, we had been dating for around 4 months and he had known of my virginity before we had started dating.

I was always ready when I was with him. “Yeah?” He asked affirming my decision, “Yeah,I want it to be you.” I whispered and he smile walking over to me and back into bed.

I pulled down my panties,leaving my shirt and looked at him expectantly,with a smile he told me to come sit in his thighs for a moment after taking his boxers down.

I looked over at my studies and saw them staring back at me,I quickly turned them around and Jake laughed softly to himself.

“I’ll walk you through it,okay?” He says and I nod, “Words princess.” He says and I smile, “Okay.”

He puts his hands on my waist,lifting me up with ease,and I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance. “I’ll go slow okay?” He says and I nod.

He lowers me down and the first few inches feel uncomfortable but not harmful,until he got further.

“Jake it hurts!” I say and he quickly stops lowering me, “Tell me when it feels better and we’ll keep going.” He says softly and I nod as I sit there,half way down him.

“You okay baby?” He asks and I make a small nod,we repeat this a few times before I get used to the feeling and reply with “You can keep going now.” In a faint whisper.

He slowly lowers me further until he’s fully inside of me, “You can start whenever you want to,okay? I’ll let you do it so you can pick the pace,all you need to do is bounce up and down,when you get tired let me know and I’ll help you,okay?” He asks and I nod as I began to slowly bounce up and down.

The feeling is pleasurable and I quickly start moaning,the feeling of Jake’s hand on my waist only egging me on. I begin to go faster,still slow but getting used to the feeling.

“You okay princess?” He asks with a grunt in between, “Am I going too slow?” I ask worriedly and he laughs softly, “No love,take your time,it’s okay.” He reassures and I smile as I get faster. “Jake!” I moan as I pick up pace.

“That’s it baby.” He says proudly as my pace stabilises at a fast speed. Jake began to grunt and moan,pushing me further into a tight knot in my stomach.

“Jake! Jake!” I all but scream out as the knot in my stomach releases and I collapse against his chest, desperately trying to keep my pace to make him finish too. Soon enough I feel my insides painted and warm and I lie on Jake’s chest as I pant out like a dog.

I felt his cock soften inside of me and I he lifted me off his cock and kept me lying against his chest. “Thank you love.” He says,kissing my forehead.

I smile and plant a small kiss to his chest with the energy I have left as I wrap my arms around him. “Such a good girl for me.” He says whispering small praise towards me.

“I love you.” I whisper before falling into sleep,quick enough not to hear the response from him,though I knew he said he loved me back.

[sleepingdeath-light]

poly relationship hcs ; black forest cookie & wedding cake cookie

requested by ; 🍫🍒 anon (12/03/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; black forest cookie, wedding cake cookie

outline ; “hello!!!! the new wedding update has changed my brain forever and im so in love with the two new gorgeouussss ladies 💔 genuinely the sapphicism is OFFFF the charts its insane,,, so that being said can i please !! request wedding cake + black forest w/ fem!reader poly headcanons? you can choose whether it's sfw or not ^^ (im over 18!)

thank you so much!! ♡♡”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

this relationship may not be the most conventional — what with black forest cookie’s unwavering faith and role as the future cake bride and all — but that doesn’t mean that it’s any less loving or affectionate for this fact.

wedding cake cookie primarily shows her love for you two through acts of service — which includes her doing little things to make each of your lives easier as well as engaging in more grand gestures when she gets the time to plan them in between her work for grand mariage.

e.g. she’s the type of girlfriend to surprise you on your lunch break at work with a bag of your favourite sweet treats because she knows you’ve been having a rough go of it lately. the type of girlfriend who gets super intense about party and event planning, taking over all the details so you two don’t have anything to worry about and somehow managing to tailor everything to be a perfect blend of each of your personal tastes. the type of girlfriend who loves when you two surprise her with a random visit at work with her favourite drink and a homemade meal when you know she’ll be too busy to grab something to eat herself. the type of girlfriend who, when you show off just how much about her that you’ve memorised over the years, will get all teary-eyed and shower you both with affection.

black forest cookie, meanwhile, leans more so into physical touch and words of affirmation when it comes to showing the two of you just how strongly she feels for you both.

for example, she’s the type of girlfriend who always greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a smile that’s so warm and intense that it borders on infectious. the type of girlfriend who only ever truly relaxes when she’s squished between you and wedding cake cookie, wrapped up securely in your arms and so content that she’s damn near purring. the type of girlfriend who thrives when you shower her in compliments and who gets bashful in the most wonderful way when you both team up and start showing and telling her how much you love her. the type of girlfriend who will absolutely melt whenever you or wedding cake cookie start playing with her hair

wedding cake cookie tends to lean towards more traditional, almost formal, pet names for you both (e.g. ‘darling’ for you and ‘sweetheart’ for black forest cookie, and ‘my loves’ used interchangeably for you both)

black forest cookie, meanwhile, either calls you both by your actual names or will default to terms of endearment that emphasise your relationship to her (e.g. ‘my dear’ for you and ‘my sweet’ for wedding cake cookie, or vice versa depending on her mood)

not counting her lips, wedding cake cookie’s favourite places to be kissed are on her temples and the nape of her neck. her favourite places to kiss you are your fingertips and eyelids, and her favourite places to kiss black forest cookie are her palms and her cheeks

her kisses are sweet and chaste, but still satisfying and flustering in their own right. done with intention, with purpose, and just a little bit of flair before she rushes off to get back to whatever she’s doing (and always punctuated with a compliment that never fails to leave you flustered)

on the other hand, black forest cookie’s favourite places to be kissed are on her neck and hands. her favourite places to kiss you are on your forehead and your knuckles, and her favourite places to kiss wedding cake cookie are on the backs of her hands and between her eyebrows (which she will brush her hair aside to do).

her kisses are messy, passionate, and frantic — and there’s never going to be just one more; she’ll keep smothering you with kisses until you’re lightheaded and physically pushing her back a bit to catch your breath

wedding cake cookie, naturally, tends to prefer more extravagant and ornate dates — the type where you all get to dress up, go out, show off a bit, and have fun together as a triad — whereas black forest cookie appreciates quieter more private dates a bit more (e.g. star gazing, movie nights at home, late night walks, etc.). both have their place in your relationship and you end up cycling between the two depending on how everyone’s feeling at the time (and how busy wedding cake cookie is as there are times where she just straight up doesn’t have enough free time to go on longer dates with you two)

while both of your girlfriends can get jealous on occasion, of the two black forest cookie is the one who experiences jealousy much more often and she’s much more obvious about it. while wedding cake cookie might just get a bit short and a bit more judgemental towards the other person (and will crap talk them when they’re out of hearing range), black forest cookie will cling to your side and make it abundantly clear that the two of you are taken and that the other person needs to back off (usually by unsettling them until they leave, but she’s also not above threatening them if she feels especially upset about whatever’s going on)

black forest cookie loves sleeping between you and wedding cake cookie — smother her, crush her, cling to her, she doesn’t care as long as she gets to fall asleep surrounded by your arms and your perfumes and all of that — and wedding cake cookie doesn’t mind where she ends up sleeping in bed, but she does tend to wake up early and so that lends itself to a habit of sleeping on either side of you both

wedding cake cookie has a picture of the three of you together hung up, pride of place, in grand mariage and she gets the prettiest smile whenever one of her clients asks her about it or compliments it — she’s very much so the bragging type and could easily spend hours rambling about how wonderful her girlfriends (future wives) are if she doesn’t keep herself in check

you will often catch black forest cookie staring at you or wedding cake cookie (or even both of you) with what can only be described as ‘heart eyes’ whenever she thinks you’re not looking at her. you both just look so pretty she can’t help it!!

[runnning-outof-time]

Worth Breaking Plans For | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby never thought he'd willingly go to see a ballet…that was until he found out that (Y/N) was performing in one. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) never thought she was someone worth breaking plans for…that was until Tommy came into her life.

Warnings: drinking and one bad word

Word Count: 4238

A/N: I’ve got another long one for ya here…the words just wouldn’t stop haha. This one was super fun to write. I hope I added enough ballerina elements for you, anon. If you haven’t got your fill by the end of it though, @padfootdaredmetoo has an amazing ballerina!reader series that you should check out! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) just barely had the time to take in her surroundings before she was having a flute of champagne thrust in her direction. "Here," the drink was accompanied by the words of her friend, Lou, "have a few of these and you'll be settled in in no time."

"Thank you," (Y/N) gingerly replied, accepting the glass and bringing it up to her lips so that she could take a sip of the bubbly liquid. She then smiled at her friends, who were intently watching for any microexpression she would share with them. "It's good," she told them, feeling a little silly for even saying that in the first place.

"Good," Julia affirmed, a smile present on her face as she watched her friend take another sip, "let's get into this party now!" she cheered, taking hold of (Y/N)'s hand so that she, and Lou, could lead her deeper into the establishment.

(Y/N) took that time to look around in awe. She hadn't attended many of these parties - as if that hadn't been obvious enough - and was eager to soak in every aspect of it that she could. Spending time with a few friends from her company at either her flat or a smaller venue was more her speed, but that didn't mean she wasn't excited to see the other half of the spectrum.

"Did you hear what Lou said, (Y/N)?" the sound of Julia's voice broke into her thoughts, making her focus on her friends again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't," she admitted, a sheepish smile present on her face. They'd been here for a handful of minutes now and yet there were details of the venue and revelry that she still hadn't caught onto. She didn't feel too bad for being lost in the atmosphere of it all.

"I was saying that I've gotten word about there being some rather prominent figures at this party," Lou repeated herself, a grin forming on her face.

"Prominent in what sense?" (Y/N) couldn't help but ask. She had a right to, considering that she and her two friends were members of one of the most prestigious ballet companies that ran in London and its surrounding areas. Technically they could be considered part of the 'prominent figures' being talked about.

"I've heard everything from entertainers, to politicians, and even..." Julia trailed off, glancing around before she leaned closer to the other two women, her grin growing as she went to finish off her statement, "gangsters."

"Why did you say it in that way?" (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at her friend's delivery of the word.

"Because the thought of it is so utterly...interesting," Julia responded.

“And exhilarating,” Lou added.

"Wouldn’t it be fun to meet a gangster?" Julia finished off with a question, making Lou nod, a giddy grin present on her face as she added a few more words of agreement.

"Hmm...I suppose," (Y/N) aired more on the coy side of things, looking out at the sea of people that were attending the party. She found it slightly hard to believe that there were actual gangsters scattered amongst these innocent looking party-goers. Maybe it'd only be those fake kinds...like the ones you'd see in the pictures.

"Come on ladies, let's find ourselves a gangster!" Julia cheered, obviously not letting the distinction bog her mind down. She clapped her hands together before leading the other two even further into the venue.

(Y/N) took that time to do some more looking around, her eyes dancing from the band, to the extravagant decorations, to the many people who seemed to be having the time of their lives. Amidst the looking, her eyes stopped on a man...one who immediately stood out from the rest of the people she'd been watching so far. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on him for a longer amount of time. He just looked so...interesting, for lack of better words, and she found herself entranced by him.

She let her eyes linger on him until Lou broke into her thoughts - yet again - this time going on about seeing a familiar face that she wanted to go speak to. So with slight dismay, she broke her stare and followed her friends.

"Ada Thorne! It really is you!" Lou exclaimed as the three women approached another one, who had brown hair and a well-dressed figure.

"Lou! It's so good to see you!" the woman replied in a similar fashion to the initial greeting, a wide smile forming on her face. "Goodness, you've brought friends as well," she added, her eyes focusing on the other two ladies.

"Yes, I have," Lou answered with a smile, "this is Julia and (Y/N), they're both in the same company as me," she then went about the introductions.

"It's nice to meet you ladies. Lou always goes on and on about the women she performs with...it's so nice to finally put some faces to the stories," Ada said, smiling as she spoke.

"So how have things been with you?" Lou then moved to the small talk portion of the conversation, her eyebrows raised as she awaited a response.

(Y/N) figured that she didn't really need to be a part of the conversation anymore, so she happily went back to people watching. Much to her upset, she couldn't find the man she'd been fixated on earlier, no matter how hard she looked for him. That didn't mean that she didn't still enjoy taking in her surroundings once more.

She stayed locked into her own world until the feeling of Julia jabbing her side brought her out of it. "Goodness, what's that for?" she asked her friend, her eyes snapping to the other woman as she sent her a glare.

"You've been in your own world while we're being introduced to someone here," she hissed, nodding her head to the left to indicate that someone else had joined the group in the meantime.

(Y/N) was a bit nervous to look, feeling bashful all of a sudden for not having proper party manners. But she had to look, because it quickly became apparent that the conversation wasn't going on without it. So she did, and the sight that was awaiting her made her mouth go dry in seconds. Standing before her was the man...the one that she'd been transfixed on earlier. She suddenly hoped that her jaw hadn't gone slack at the realization as she scrambled to think of something to say.

"You'll have to forgive me...I like to take in my surroundings whenever I'm able to," she said to the man, a sheepish smile forming on her face.

"All is forgiven," the man brushed her apology off without second thought. The gruffness in his voice moved her in ways that she truly hadn't been moved before. That, coupled with the intensity of his ocean blue eyes that were currently focused on her, made her feel like her knees could give out at any moment.

"My name's (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," (Y/N) then decided to introduce herself, figuring that the group had already gotten past that step and was waiting for her to catch up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)," the man said with a slight, greeting-typed nod before continuing, "my name's Tommy. Tommy Shelby," he then offered up his name, along with his hand for her to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Tommy," she responded to him, accepting the handshake with a kind smile.

"Tommy's my brother," Ada then entered the conversation, making (Y/N) remember that there were others around her, and that she wasn't just standing by herself with this man. "He says he's in town on business, but I think he's come to keep tabs on me," she added, a grin forming on her face as she took a playful jab at her sibling.

"It's nice to meet you, Tommy," Julia offered a greeting similar to (Y/N)'s, which made her wonder if maybe introductions hadn't been completed yet.

"These ladies all belong to one of the finest ballet companies this city has to offer," Ada then gave her brother some more information on the women he'd just been introduced to, her words making Lou playfully chide her.

Small talk re-commenced then, and (Y/N) tried to stay with it for the sake of not making another awkward mistake. She found it hard to be completely focused though, because no matter what she did, she couldn't quite keep her eyes off of Tommy.

——

"Well this is a surprise," Ada remarked when she opened the door to find her brother on the other side of it.

"Do you have plans for this evening?" Tommy asked, deciding to skip the greetings and get to the reason he was standing outside her door.

"I don't," Ada, thankfully, answered without much thought, "is there something you need me for?"

"I need you to come with me," Tommy continued, fishing his watch out of its pocket so that he could make sure he was still on time.

"Where?" now she was answering like the Ada he knew.

"There's a show going on at the theatre...I wanted to go to it and figured you'd might want to come," he gave her some vague details.

"And what is this show exactly?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Just come with me, Ada," he answered in a dismissive tone, not exactly wanting to play twenty questions at this moment.

Ada pursed her lips, not happy that her brother was being abrupt with her. She took a few moments to think his proposal over, secretly loving how the wait was driving him crazy. "I'll come," she finally agreed to his plan, "just let me make sure that Karl can be watched first," she added, turning and going back into the house to find that live-in nanny and tell her that she was going out.

—

"I never thought there'd come a day where Tommy Shelby would willingly go to a ballet," Ada commented with a smirk as she and Tommy found their seats in the front row of the upper balcony. She'd been sending these little jabs his way since she got the program and realized what show he was bringing them to.

"Ada," Tommy spoke in a warning tone, having heard enough of her teasing.

"Fine, I'll stop," she conceded, although she was trying her best to withhold her giggles.

Tommy just shook his head and turned his attention to the stage's curtains. He could see from the corner of his eye that Ada had opened the program and started flipping through it. He was thankful that she'd now found something else to do. But he wasn't out of the woods just yet.

"Which of the ladies is it?" she asked after a few minutes had passed, her words making him turn to look at her with furrowed brows. "Of the women we met at the party...which one is it?" she added more clarification.

Tommy went to speak, but the house lights dimming stopped - saved - him from having to answer. A round of applause coursed through the theatre as the curtains were pulled aside and the performance began. Tommy spent the next hour or so keeping his eyes fixed on the woman he hadn't been able to rid his mind of since he last saw her at the party.

—

"Oh my, this is so lovely," (Y/N) cooed as she accepted the single flower and hand-drawn picture from one of the girls that had come backstage to meet her, "thank you so much!"

"I drew the picture myself," the girl boasted, her words making (Y/N) look at the picture to see that there were two ballerinas drawn on it: one bigger and one smaller. "I want to be a ballerina one day when I grow up," the girl added, a toothy smile forming on her face.

"You keep practicing and you may just be on stage with us one day," (Y/N) told her, an encouraging smile present on her face.

The group of girls said their goodbyes then, their mothers calling them back over so that they could leave. That was when (Y/N) looked up to see a familiar figure leaning against the wall not too far away. The breath got stuck in her throat as she became focused on him; feeling the exact same feelings she'd experienced at the party. Goodness, he just had this aura to him.

"Tommy," she hated that she said his name a little too eagerly, "I...I would have never expected to see you here," she couldn't help but voice her surprise.

"I was in town and figured I'd come to see a show," he brushed her statement off with a slight shrug of his shoulders after he pushed himself off of the wall to move closer to her.

"Did you come alone?" she just had to ask.

"No, Ada came as well. She went off to find your friend...Lou, I believe it was," he answered, glancing down at the items she was holding then. "Had I known you were accepting gifts, I would have brought one," he said, motioning to the flowers and bears she had in her arms.

"Oh no...that's not necessary," she brushed him off, trying to ignore the giddy feeling she was now getting in her stomach.

"You did well," he complimented her performance, tucking his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

"Thank you," (Y/N) accepted the compliment with a smile. She looked down at the things she was holding then, feeling the heat rise within her more with each second that they held eye contact.

"You know..." Tommy started, clearing his throat before continuing, "you should at least let me take you for a drink; since I came here empty-handed."

His words brought (Y/N)'s eyes back up to his in a flash, and he most certainly caught the look of surprise she was wearing before she tried hard to hide it. "Oh you don't have to do that," she tried to brush his offer off.

"No, I insist," he held steady, "it'd be a way to celebrate a successful show...my first ballet," he added, the final words of his sentence making her let out a stifled laugh.

"You're truly offering?" she checked with him before giving her final answer.

"I am," he nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

She had to bite back the smile that was threatening to form as she took a moment's pause. If she answered too soon, it would have looked like she was overly excited for this opportunity. "I'd like that then," she told him, hoping that her giddiness wasn't plastered clear across her face. "I need to quickly put these in the dressing room," she added, raising her arms slightly to call attention to the gifts she'd been holding.

"I'll be waiting here," he told her, nodding as she turned and walked towards the dressing rooms.

She was unable to get to them without being stopped by Julia first. "Is that the man from the party, (Y/N)?" her friend asked, her eyes swapping between (Y/N) and Tommy.

"It is," (Y/N) answered, again hoping that her giddiness wasn't too apparent.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's offered to take me for drinks," (Y/N) couldn't help but feel proud as she spoke.

A grin spread across Julia's face as she heard her friend's response, "oh so it's like that?" she questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not exactly like that," (Y/N) was quick to brush her off, "he's just being kind."

"You'll have to tell me all about it at rehearsals tomorrow...we'll see how kind he ended up being," Julia stated, winking as she put emphasis on the word 'kind'.

"It's not like that, Julia!" (Y/N) insisted, her eyebrows raised as she stressed her point in a harsh whisper.

"Don't keep your man waiting." (Y/N)'s statement was ignored, and Julia's grin only grew as she spoke, ending off with giving the other woman a friendly push towards the dressing room.

(Y/N) let out a huff as she went to quickly put the gifts she'd received down. She then hurried to get changed out of her costume before grabbing her things and heading out of the dressing room. Tommy was standing right where she left him, and she sent him a smile as she approached him. He asked her if she was ready, and she nodded, allowing the two to leave the theatre and go wherever they'd be having drinks.

—

Conversation came easily between the two as they settled in at the bar of one of the more prestigious clubs in the city. (Y/N) would have loved to look around and get lost in her surroundings but, well...she had more interesting things to look at.

They learned a good bit about each other as they sat and talked. (Y/N) told Tommy all about her rise to the company that she was dancing for now, and Tommy in turn told (Y/N) of how he made his way out of Birmingham, coming from nothing to now dealing with some of the heads of the business sphere. He also made hints at some other avenues that he's simultaneously working in, but didn't really elaborate on them. (Y/N) truly didn't need details though...she'd become so enthralled by this man that she was sure it'd take something dire to make her want to leave him.

So enthralled, in fact, that she did something that would be considered rather bold by her standards and invited him back to her flat for a nightcap. Tommy, who was also enjoying himself, accepted the invitation with no hesitation, then going to pay off their tab so that they could leave the club for the building she lived in.

Things transitioned more than smoothly to her flat. The shift in the energy between them became increasingly more noticeable the closer they got to the building, and neither said a word as they rode the elevator up to her floor, instead choosing to let their eyes do the talking as they held each other's gazes.

If she was being honest, (Y/N) couldn't wait much longer to get him behind the privacy of her door. The second she did, her hands found the lapels of his suit jacket so that she could bring him to her and press their lips together in a haste kiss. Tommy accepted it with a matched eagerness, holding her tight to his body as he deepened it.

"I'm sorry...that was a bit forward of me," (Y/N) panted once they'd pulled away. She couldn't mask the bashfulness that was coming on once her mind caught up to her actions.

"Don't apologize," Tommy told her, taking a chance to take in her features at this new closeness, "I quite liked it." A slight laugh left her lips as he finished speaking, one that sounded like music to his ears.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked him then.

"Sure."

(Y/N) nodded before she glanced down to where she was still gripping his lapels. She exhaled a breath of a laugh before releasing them and smoothing them back to their previous state. Tommy let go of her waist then, and she quickly turned to head to the kitchen so that he wouldn't see her frown at the loss of contact. He followed her to the kitchen, not really wanting to leave her side either.

"Did you enjoy the performance today?" she asked him as she grabbed a bottle and two glasses.

"I did," he answered after having to recall how the night started. It felt like it happened so long ago at this point. "You didn't have much of a part in it though," he pointed out then.

"Yeah," she answered, a bit of a lopsided smile present as she went about pouring the drinks. "I did audition for the lead in our next show though..." she paused, sliding one glass towards him before she looked up with a smile, "and I got the part!" she couldn't help but voice her happiness to this man she'd only met a week ago.

"Yeah? When is the show?" he asked, genuine curiosity present in his voice.

"It's in two weeks. On the twentieth," a fire started to burn in her stomach at the thought of him coming to see her perform again.

"Fuck," he breathed as he looked down at the glass.

This was a response she was not expecting, and it confused her. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked, all of the excitement now gone.

"I'll be out of town that day, on business," he told her, his simple sentence effectively breaking her heart. Why had she gotten her hopes up?

"Oh," she couldn't help but voice her upset, glancing up at him before she took a drink.

She looked at him again as she set the glass down on the counter, trying not to let this turn of events spoil what had been an otherwise amazing evening. Hell, she had this insanely handsome man in her flat...who was she to stand around and mope over something she couldn't control? Tommy was taking that time to look her over too, and she couldn't help but love the feeling of his eyes on her.

"We still have tonight though..." she spoke again after a few moments had passed, keeping her eyes steady on him, watching his every move.

He let his eyes trail over her face again, taking in every inch of it. He licked his lips as he thought about the magnitude of her statement. "We do have tonight," he answered then, letting her lead the interaction.

She couldn't stop from biting on her bottom lip as she thought of how to word her next question. The energy coursing between them was almost palpable at this point, and she wondered how she was able to shift so quickly from disappointment to desire just by standing in his presence. It felt like ages before she spoke again, a hint of curiosity now sparkling in her eyes: "would you like to come to bed with me?"

Tommy didn't wait ages to give his response. He broke the distance between them in seconds, his hands finding the sides of her face so that he could pull her into a deep kiss.

The kiss alone buried the upset of him not being able to attend her performance, and if it was a precursor of what would come, (Y/N) knew that this would be a night she'd hold in her mind for years to come.

——

(Y/N) hadn't had a moment to herself since she exited the stage after final bows. She was being swarmed by the fellow ballerinas in her company, who were congratulating her on a wonderful show and already celebrating their collective performance. She didn't mind it though...she was buzzing from the high herself.

"You have a few fans waiting out in the hall to see you, Miss (Y/L/N)," one of the stagehands told her once she'd finished the conversation she was having.

(Y/N) nodded and allowed the man to lead her to the door that separated the backstage area from the rest of the theatre. He opened the door for her and she thanked him before seeing the same group of little girls that had been at her last show waiting for her. She greeted them with a wide smile, happily accepting their flowers and other gifts that they came back to bring her. After many hugs and a short conversation, she said goodbye and some words of encouragement.

Standing tall again, she looked ahead of her and found the last person she expected to. Tommy Shelby was there, leaning against the wall much like he had last time, but now he had a bouquet of beautiful red roses with him. (Y/N) went over to him without a second thought.

"I brought you flowers this time," he was the first to speak, raising the bouquet slightly to accentuate his statement.

"You...you did," she stuttered out, still not quite believing her eyes, "were...were you...?" She couldn’t get a complete sentence out. Not once in the times they’d met up over the last two weeks did he mention he was able to make it to her show - they hadn’t spoken about it after that night.

"I was," he answered with a slight chuckle, a smile forming on his lips at her shock.

"Please tell me you didn't cancel your plans for me."

"I did," he confirmed what she already knew, "you're worth breaking plans for, love."

The widest smile formed on her face at his statement, and she couldn't help but close the distance to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. He chuckled at her reaction, holding onto her as tightly as she was holding him. "You did amazing," he mumbled into her neck before pressing a kiss to it.

"I'm happy you came," she said, holding back her emotions with a smile as she pulled away, "so happy," she added, her hands moving to his face so that she could kiss him.

Even though she’d just given what was surely the best performance of her career, (Y/N) couldn’t deny that she’d never felt happier than she did at this moment.

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[fairyminnie444]

fairyminnie thank you SO FREAKING MUCH you literally answered my ask less than an hour ago (I was the shaky void anon) and girl I just NEED to tell you what happened after I sent that.

For some backstory on why I did it immediately and why I was literally stalking your page to get an answer lol it's because last night when I went to sleep after sending that ask, I entered the void. For like 10 seconds. I know for a fact I was in there because I felt the shaky thing again and then It got pitch black behind my eyes and I saw one singular pink star. And that's because when I saw Void State successes I read about this girl who said when she entered there were pink sparkles everywhere, and another person said that it got pitch black when they were entering. So I thought "Why not both?"

Anyway, so when I entered it I was super scared at first and then I got insanely excited like just as you said lol my mind was racing and my gut was screaming at me "OPEN YOUR EYES OPEN YOUR EYES!" but I didn't know if that would wake me up and then I got kicked out or something lmfao 😭😭 This really gave me motivation I did not know I needed though. Because I never really got any "big" manifestation and I just needed to know what it was like to experience this stuff, it just felt so real. Like I'm never doubting the law again. And btw I didn't even need to feel sleepy or anything like that, I entered within like 4 minutes! which is exactly what I affirmed for.

As for my state of mind when I intended to try again, I was walking around my room telling myself "Ugh it's so easy to enter the void I enter it every night within like 5 minutes" That was also the first time I felt the knowing feeling, which I almost never do. Anyway, I'm super sorry for the really long ask. I'm still super giddy I guess and I really needed to tell someone.

Once again tysm minnie I'll take your advice from the ask when I feel that thingy again hahaha and then maybe I'll finally open my eyes and calm down

Omgggg im so happy for youuuu, thanks for sharingggg and i know you got this, tell me everything laterrrrrrr ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[drdemonprince]

so first off, sorry bc this is super fucking heavy.

re: commonalities between cis and trans men, and that other ask. something I've had to come to terms with is how even as a teenager before I had the concept of transitioning in my head - I still got all of the societal messaging wrt misogyny, etc. I totally benefited from it, even as a woman. I put other girls down. I was the cool chick. I cashed in where I could with it. i was absolutely a chauvinist when I transitioned. I felt inhuman as a woman, but I understood that ultimately that's the way women were *supposed* to be, as much as I wished otherwise. it took a long time to unlearn that.

my personal experience makes me very uncomfortable when I see other trans men talking about gendered socialization, or how overly negative people are towards men as a class. I wonder if they have ever sat down and really reconciled with the way they have, and do, benefit from their gendered position, or if they've convinced themselves they can't be a "bad person" by virtue of their birth sex.

I can't find a nuanced way to talk about this that won't be read in bad faith as essentialist rhetoric. rape culture is the system by which consent violation is normalized, its all the music and books and movies and bad relationships I assumed were normal and romantic as a young adult. I really, really hurt people, and I did it as men are encouraged to do, and as they are rewarded for doing. I found affirmation in hurting people, and it is so fucking easy to do this without even really thinking of it because it's the entire culture you've come up in.

I'm not even talking like, obvious cases here like phyrical domestic abuse & intentional date rape. there are so many subtle boundary erosions, there's weird gray areas around drugs & alcohol, there's attitudes and expectations in established relationships, there's the potential to exploit community for personal gain. there are partners who will fear you, and freeze and fawn and will not tell you "no."

a lot of the "we need a special word for masculine transphobia" types seem to also disavow the possibility that they hold male privelege. but we need to look at that shit, sexual or otherwise. it's scary to see guys who see women talking about it and they knee-jerk shout back "I'm not a rapist" and "not all men." guarantee some of them are, and just aren't aware of it. i was.

Thank you so much anon for this really brave, candid message. I think it's something that a lot of the trans guys crowing in my inbox about how cis men "are the bad gender" need to hear. (yes, someone literally said that to me). Portraying gendered categories, especially ones based on birth assignment!, as ontologically more evil or pure than others sets people up for abuse. Separating cis men out from trans men erases the ways in which trans guys can both leverage power and the ways in which toxic masculine norms are transmitted culturally to everyone regardless of assigned sex at birth. Lots of trans guys are palpably uncomfortable with their power, and can only see that relative to cis men, they experience transphobia and misogyny in greater amounts, and so they presume they must be in a highly victimized category. But they dont ever consider that as men they can and do often wield power over women -- especially trans women -- and they've got to fucking learn how to handle that reality responsibly, which many cis men actually do know how to fucking do. Especially multiply marginalized cis men who have been preyed upon and exploited themselves.

I think it's really powerful to hear you taking ownership of the actions you've taken that have hurt others, and the allure such actions had. Very few people have the courage to look their lower moments in the face and affirm that it's actually a part of them. If we're ever going to stop abusing and talking over women we've got to own up to our shit. I've seen what can happen when men come together to be vulnerable about their struggles, own their wrongdoing, and seek to change -- back when I was working in a men's drug treatment program. We can overcome this shit and take responsibility. But a lot of the birthday boy trans guy squad is incensed by even the idea of owing anything to anyone. Like a lot of MRAs.

[erabu-san]

First of all, I would like to thank you so much for all your support and your kind message !! Thank you so much for being patient with me too !! (you will see, I thanks a lot in this post lol)

Haha tbh I believe that ignoring and move on is a great way too! Yeees when I read this anon ask, I was wondering if they are living somewhere where pale person are oppressed and they are personally in this case and it affects them so badly that they have so much hate in them or they are just being hateful toward poc w/o any explication ? It was a bit uncomfortable And what is appealing with Genshin Impact (for me) is the fact that they use real culture to create their game ; even in the last survey, they ask if we like Natlan's authenticity (weird they only ask abt environment and music, i think they know they have issue with character design bahaha). I learn a lot about persian, algerian, but also chinese and even about french culture ! It is because people recognize themself that they start talking about it. I know there is a lot of controversial topic in Natlan, but because of this, I learn a lot on Hawai'i 's culture too. So yes, even if it is fiction, representation *is* important. And it is because they take inspiration of their culture that there is people who want a better representation, and in my opinion, this is something to not ignore !

About taking well what anon said, thank you so much ! If i can be honest tho, I didn't take it very well neither, or just I don't know how do I really felt at the moment I am an adult but I still hard time to distinguish what is morally okay or not, what is bad and good ? So if someone doesn't tell me they are explicitly a bad person with bad intention, I won't get it haha (ofc I grew up and now I identify my value and morals, but I still questionning if my morals are objectively great or not- yeaaah i was called weird for that, I am aware) Since forever I always try to understand other so I can communicate properly (at least I try), and that's why I am always interested on how does people think, why do they react in this specific way etc etc. Pro, I am patient and can take even the most violent take "well" (all depends. I am still a human) Con, I give free speech to those who have a "bad" take </3 and I apologize for that aaaa

KFSDLFSD I wish to express my angryness sometime but I just don't know if it is really adequate What if I interpret their text in wrong way as they initially try to say ? I wasn't feel offended by what they said, I was just uncomfortable because their opinion is something I consider hateful. and what if i was wrong??? But reading you all's opinion just affirm that's they were indeed rude ! I should stop overthink, life would be easier Maybe next time I have a doubt I will ask my friends's opinion before answering ksdkfsf

Oh my god thank you !!! If i can be honest, I draw Kinich this way because when I draw him w a darker skin for the first time, I thought "Oh !!! he looks so cool !!!!" and seeing a lot of positive comment abt my Kinich just makes me happy so I keep him like this ! And thank you for sharing with me informations !<<333 This is not overstepping at all ! And it is a reciprocate feeling anon ! It might be a bit weird but "angry" is such a complex feeling for me. I feel it but I don't really know how to express it in the most healthy way and it is super frustrating. So... seeing people getting mad at something I also disagree on makes me feel better !! And for this, thank you all !

I SNORT SO HAAAARD Damn Macron you again..........!! I didn't put all ask here but I read them all !! Thank you for sharing with me your opinion and reaction, it is truly interesting (and way more relaxing that the hater anon kskskss) !! and again, your support is truly meaningful for me. You all have sincere gratitude Hope y'all have a great day !! Stay hydrated too <3

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Mommy Seonghwa) 847, fluff, domestic relationship, naps, quiet time, quality time, affirmations of love (@starillusion13)

“Seonghwa, I’m home.”

You locked the door behind you and went over to your room, setting down your things and then going off to find Seonghwa. Of course he was in his own room, as always, working. You came up from behind, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, turning to you and giving you a proper kiss on your lips.

“How was work?”

“The usual. I got to sit at my desk all day and do paperwork.”

“Yet you look very tired.”

“You know me. I live in a constant state of exhaustion.”

“Why don’t you go take a nap?”

“Can’t. If I lay down I’ll just sleep till tomorrow, and I have things to do.”

“Taking a day for yourself won’t hurt.”

“Yeah, but there’s just so much to do and not enough time.”

“None of these things are super serious and life ending are they?”

“Uh… not really but-”

“Then everything will be okay in the end.” Seonghwa kissed you once more. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, did you cook?”

“Nope. Wanna order food?”

“Hm… we should probably cook something though.”

“My treat, love. I’ll cook for you tomorrow, how does that sound?”

“I can agree to that. What were you thinking?”

“Something yummy, perhaps noodles, or chicken.”

“I could go for some chicken.”

“I’ll order. Why don’t you go shower and get into some comfy clothes.”

“I will, thanks Seonghwa.”

“Of course.” One last kiss from Seonghwa. “Go on now.”

You returned to your room and got ready for a shower, certainly needing it to unwind and feel better about yourself. Being freshly clean was always nice. You took your time afterwards, making sure to go about your routine before dressing in your best pajamas. When you stepped out of your room you heard the TV on, going over to the living room. Seonghwa was in the kitchen getting some plates and utensils, letting you know food was on the way, and he figured the two of you could watch TV together and eat. You loved the idea and helped him out. While you waited you cuddled on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and watching reruns of your favorite show. Seonghwa loved the commentary you’d provided, even if he had heard some of it before. Just listening to you talk about the things you loved brought him joy.

“Food’s here, I’ll get it.”

Seonghwa kissed your head before getting up, making sure you were wrapped up like a cozy burrito while he was gone. You stayed put, watching him go and then taking in a deep breath when the smell of chicken was in the air. You let Seonghwa set everything down before emerging from your cocoon to get food. It was delicious and warm. Once you had your fill you were back in your cocoon, leaning against Seonghwa and watching TV.

“You look tired, love, just sleep.”

“No… I want to stay up with you…”

“It’s okay, your company is enough for me.”

“Hm… no…”

“How about you nap for a little bit, and I promise to wake you up.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Close your eyes I’m not going anywhere.”

You did as Seonghwa asked, laying your head in his lap so you could rest. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. You never specified with Seonghwa how long you would nap for, but he kept his promise, gently coaxing you awake a while later. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you, softly petting your head.

“Hello.”

“Hi…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… kinda wanna go back…”

“We can go to bed if you’d like.”

“No, let’s stay up a little bit longer together.”

“Alright. Well, you gotta sit up.”

“What if I stay here?”

“Well I can’t cuddle you if you’re lying in my lap.”

“Good point.”

You sat up, letting Seonghwa stretch his legs a bit before he pulled you close to cuddle, having you rest between his legs. You were the warmer of the two, happy to share it with him. He softly nuzzled your neck, making you giggle.

“You did good today, love.”

“About what?”

“Everything. You got up, got dressed, went to work, got through the day and made it home to me. You showered and had dinner and now the two of us are just existing together. You did good today, you got through it and here we are. I’m more than happy to simply hold you like this.”

“Seonghwa…”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “For what? Dinner?”

“No for… you, for being here with me, for being you, for loving me, for helping me be okay. I don’t know how different my life would be without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this happy. You look after me in ways I don’t even consider for myself, and I appreciate that. I hope I’m doing good things for you too.”

“You are.” Seonghwa pet your head. “You’re enough for me, just as you are.”

“Seonghwa… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[jynjackets]

I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts on these matters. I'm frustrated that this show is receiving so much praise and being held on such a pedestal. It's worth of criticism just like anything else. Also I saw people on twitter saying you are a racist if you ship rebelcaptain and prefer Cassian with Jyn over Bix and Cassian but like, its not even a shipping thing for me, I feel uncomfortable when women are sidelined in romantic arcs and I feel like that's valid??? Like there's a lot of issues happening at once.

Hi thank you anon <3 People are hella stupid. It’s a lot right now, but it will die down just as s1 did. I hope it helps if i can put some truths into perspective tho.

1. Andor is a flop.

Streaming services are not legally obligated to share their numbers but your most reliable source will be to check Nielsen ratings. Season 1 was a flop.

These are fan made Nielsen-based charts pulled during the middle of when the acolyte was airing. You can do your own updated research and the numbers will not be different. Data for all series before the acolyte show that Andor was the second least watched star wars show on Disney+ all time.

This is partly where a lot of the “you guys aren’t nearly as intelligent as we are” argument comes from because this show is just super unpopular. Deadass nobody cares and it makes them upset.

It was so severely unpopular that ABC and Hulu scheduled to air 6 of the 12 episodes for free. Until the first 2 episodes flopped so hard they pulled the rest from the schedule before it could air. Later, Disney posted the entire series to YouTube to garner more audience for season 2. Season 2’s lets-get-this-over-with 3-week block release schedule is most logically due to s1’s overall failure.

Nielsen needs some weeks to release the complete numbers but what we know already is that Andor S2 failed to make the Top 10 for at least 2 out of the three arcs with most notably its premiere having missed out. That’s quite embarrassing when all your Emmy competitors, even the ‘boring’ ones, have zero problem with this. They also have won a total of zero Emmy’s. So much for critically acclaimed.

2. Social media sucks right now more than ever

I don’t think people seem to remember that twitter is literally owned by Elon Musk. If people are drawing dicks on teslas why are people still using twitter? But they’re also not. Since the takeover, twitter has lost around 7 million users while making no revenue. New AI features and purchase-able exposure has made it unusable while the demographic has also largely shifted to noticeably less poc users. This is also similar for reddit.

So not only do we have a shit platform, we are looking at one of the worst star wars (emphasis on star wars!) fanbases on a shit platform. That post about being a racist rebelcaptain shipper if you don’t like bin, is stupid as fuck. I’m 90% sure it’s coming from someone white. Even if it’s not they’re still fucking stupid and get off making shitty discourse. These people want to talk race relations when their favorite show consistently hates black and brown people. And the most important topic for them is how race is a factor in picking a fictional girlfriend. be so fr.

Back to the show, season 1 was criticized for being boring which many agreed and voiced. The special case with season 2 is that everyone that loved it will be returning, while other parties are completely checked out, making for a very polarizing fanbase. So in looking up conversation about season 2, you’re only going to find the exact type of people that have no problem with gratuitous sexual assault and latinophobia, having not bat an eye at the sexualization and racism of s1. We are looking inside a bag labeled dead bird and expecting to find something else.

Sorry to blurb!

These are just my own affirmations that help me stay sane in this mess. You said you believe women shouldn’t be sidelined for shitty romantic arcs. You are right and you know it. Remain confident in the fact that you know what’s right even when everyone else makes you feel insane. They want you to cave, they want a reaction. You dont need to fight it but you need to keep yourself safe which includes protecting your values.

Also last thing if you’re still here. Deadass, everyone just watch rogue one. and have a good cry about it.

For me, watching it again and i was reminded how there really isn’t a movie that has made me want to kill myself (compliment) like rogue one. I don’t love the movie because it was made by disney star wars, i love it for what it was on its own and what it meant to me. If something is going to even COMPARE to that feeling it gives me, it sure as fuck not going to be a hyperflop anti-women fanfic youtube series. It all becomes so small when i’m reminded that a character like jyn was even a possibility.