#I am the fraction: dont like - dont read

[sunandflame]

why no yandere? everybody is writing it.

I actually don't owe anyone an explenation here, but since I am so nice I will do it anyway.

I don't write yandere because I simply don't like it. It goes against the nature of my personality and character. I am a very empathic human being and I have actually a very high emotional intelligence which means I am able to understand complex emotional issues, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.

I can also understand wanting to write and read stuff like that and I am in no way here to judge anyone who loves yandere, but for me it is really triggering. Which is why I am simply avoiding it. That doesn't mean it is bad. No, it's not. Everyone can write and read what they want.

Also if everybody is writing yandere than please do me the favour and ask everybody. Just because everybody is writing it, doesn't mean I have to do it too.

[bunnihearted]

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[caffeinatedopossum]

Kinda concerned because someone I'm close to irl has started parroting some right-wing sentiments but I'm not sure how to handle it... I feel like I'm not knowledgeable enough on the issues to even refute the things they've said but when I try to research them I only get more questions and no answers.

Idk I'm just really trying to figure out lately how to form my own beliefs without just following what others urge me to do and think. And to also stand up for those beliefs. It's just impossible to stand up for something that I know next to nothing about. And I feel like it's crucial for me to talk with people, to question them if I feel like they're wrong or mislead, but in the past all that's ever gotten me is abuse and even though this person isn't abusive, I can't help thinking it will happen the same way it always has

[reyeslonestar]

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[sughuru]

you, me, and the sky above

- gojo satoru x reader

In the quiet stillness of the night, you find yourself waking to an empty bed, wondering where Satoru disappeared to. As you search for him throughout your shared home, you discover him staring into the dark sky, his eyes revealing the weariness from a challenging mission. 

genres/warnings: angsty, fluff, hurt/comfort

notes: hello hello this is my first post on this acc so if you'd like to read more of my work, come check out my other works! my first language isn't english so don't mind the grammatical errors, sorry! :') anyways i love satoru sm u dont understand

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You woke up to the bed being empty and cold. Strange, you could’ve sworn Satoru went to bed with you last night. You grabbed your phone to check the time, reading 3:02 AM. It's barely three; where did he go? You got on your feet and slowly dragged yourself out of the bedroom to look for the man. 

“Babe?’ you called out, flicking the light switch on in the bathroom, assuming he went to the toilet but there was no one. Then to the kitchen it was, maybe he needed a cup of water–But that wouldn’t make sense; he always has a cup of water by the bed in case either of you wakes up feeling thirsty. Perhaps he went out for a run, or was it an emergency mission; still, he would’ve told you. Just when you were about to give up, you noticed him.

Satoru, your boyfriend, staring out into the dark sky. What was he searching for? Upon closer inspection, you noticed the dark circles around his eyes, his eyes were slightly puffy, his blindfold dangling loosely around his bare neck.

Surprisingly, he didn’t sense your presence, he always managed to notice you but tonight, his thoughts seem to be elsewhere.

"Satoru," you said softly, approaching him cautiously. The moonlight highlighted the contours of his face, and you could see the weariness etched into his expression. You knew about how exhausting the mission was yesterday, even his facade wasn’t strong enough to fool you. Yet, you didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset him any further.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, your concern evident in your voice. Satoru turned to you, and for a moment, it seemed like he hadn't expected anyone to notice his silent contemplation. His eyes, usually vibrant with energy, now carried the weight of unspoken burdens.

Satoru hums in response, a quiet one. Usually, he would whine about how the higher-ups made him do such a tough mission or how he has to work overtime, missing out on spending time with you. Tonight, he just stayed silent.

"I didn't mean to worry you," he said, his voice carrying a weight you hadn't heard before. "I’m sorry.” he dryly laughed, plastering a smile on his face, except, that smile didn’t reach his eyes. You frowned, realizing that he wasn’t letting his guard down anytime soon.

"Don’t," you responded gently, your hand resting on his.

Satoru took a deep breath, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to meet yours. “I just... I needed a moment,” he admitted, his voice soft but laden with sincerity. “The mission, it hit me harder than I thought.”

For a moment, Satoru's shoulders relaxed a fraction, as if the weight he carried had found a temporary respite. "The mission...it took a toll on me more that it should have, I-”

You squeezed his hand, offering a silent reassurance. "You don't have to go into details if you're not ready. But know that I'm here to listen whenever you're ready to share."

The two shared a moment of peaceful silence.

You prompted gently, "Is that why you're awake?"��

Satoru shook his head, his gaze momentarily dropping. "Bad dream," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice belying his usual confidence.

Your heart sank at the revelation. "Satoru-" you whispered, tightening your grip on his hand. 

Satoru sighed, and a playful glint entered his eyes. "What happened to 'you don't have to go into details'?" he asked, a lighthearted tone replacing the previous heaviness in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile at the sudden change in atmosphere. "Well, you know me," you replied, matching his playful tone, "I can’t help it, I’m nosy.” she pouts

Satoru chuckled as he pulled her into his arms tightly, “come here, you’ll get cold.” He looked up at the stars again, admiring them. You couldn’t help but admire him. His blue eyes, they always shone brightly even in the darkest of nights.

"Come on," you said gently, offering a reassuring smile. "Let's head back inside. We can talk more if you want, or we can just sit in silence. Whatever you need."

Satoru's grip on the balcony’s railing loosened, and he followed you back into the warmth of the indoors. As you closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but hope that the darkness outside wouldn't linger within him for much longer.

“I love you, you know that?” he smiled, this time, reaching his eyes. You smiled back, “I love you too.” 

Satoru’s blue eyes that were dulled moments ago, now sparkled with hope and love once again. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, a promise of warmth and solidarity.

[tales-from-the-aether-ttrpg]

Something ive noticed about a lot of people who play dnd (myself included) is that… they arent really playing dnd.

I don’t mean that in the - they’ve homebrewed the system to the point where they are basically playing a completely different game. i mean it in the way that dnd is less of a game and more of a tool or frame work to tell improve stories with friends. Thats why so many tables have a significant amount of homebrew rules or play it loose with the rules - because dnd is secondary to the act of telling a story.

Unfortunately, dnd wasn’t built for such a narratively focused sandbox. It was built around dungeons and adventuring and violence in general - an aspect that is only a fraction of many stories that dnd is used to tell.

I think that is why so many people are resistant from trying other ttrpg systems that may give them a better player experience. They dont play dnd to play dnd but they dont even realize that. The game is secondary so why does it matter what game they play? Everyone at their table is already versed in dnd so they can make it work as a framework even if its trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

This is something ive been thinking about a lot while making my ttrpg Tales from the Aether as I am inspecting my own view and experience with dnd and what i enjoy about it versus what could be done better. Why do me and my friends play dnd? To hang out and tell stories. Dnd happens to be the system i knew at the time we started and thus it is the one we used. But there is nothing particular about dnd that supports this goal while there are many things that hold us back - such as characters archetypes and classes being so ridged and having practically zero guidance for running the game outside of combat or adventuring. This is where homebrew comes in.

Ironically thats the entire premise of Tales from the Aether. I started making it years ago with the idea that this system is specifically a framework for people to tell improve stories with friends. That is the whole point. All of the mechanics revolve around giving players the tools to do what they want while the rules act more as a form of in universe world building (like a hard magic system) than actual rules.

The reason why so many people who play dnd are hesitant or straight up refuse to try out other ttrpgs is because the game is secondary. Its a tool. Its a framework that they can build off of to create the experience that they want. Its familiar so they know how to bend it, what parts to chip off or expand, to give them what they want. A new ttrpg, even if its one that gives them everything they want in a ttrpg, is unfamiliar and thus not worth investing in when they already have something that works well enough.

Idk i may be way off base here but from my own experience and from watching live plays and reading people’s takes on dnd and playing the game… thats kinda the conclusion ive come to.

[doctorgerth]

hello !!! i'm new to the blog wiggle wiggle i have yet to go through every asks but i love what i've read so far <3 would it be possible to have buggy, smoker and sanji catching their s/o staring at them from afar looking like they're /melting/ with a lovestruck look ? i don't know i just think it's so cute when you see one character looking at the others looking like they're just. melting with love. thanks ! i hope you vibe with the request haha but don't force yourself if you don't <:) -B☆

a/n: I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA DONT WORRY!! I’m a sucker for the longing stares and actually had some HCs in mind for this already so it was perfect to be able to write something for it!! Thank you for this wonderful request and I hope it’s okay they turned into lil blurbs instead of headcanons! Oh and welcome to my blog, happy to have you!! 🥰

featuring: Buggy, Smoker, Sanji x GN!Reader

warnings: none

CATCHING LOVESTRUCK STARE FROM S/O

BUGGY —

Call it what you want, but Buggy’s eyes always seem to find you even in a crowd. Perhaps his eyes are always on you, ensuring your safety and presence. He’s usually the one to keep a brief stare, but this time, his eyes find yours already looking his way across the sea of people, making him stop in his tracks as he catches the look in your eyes; soft and full of tenderness. He’s amazed at your capability to make time stop, gravity seemingly nonexistent with just a look from you. How much time has passed? Are his feet even on the ground? He feels like he’s floating, swimming in your irises even from this distance, right through the countless people separating the two of you. They all seem to disappear, because you look at him like he’s the only person in this world, like he’s the only person for you. His body is buzzing, mind melting and heart thumping to beat right out of his chest because he can feel and see the love you have for him. A dizzying combination of exhilaration and terror overtakes him because he knows this is the same look he offers you when you catch him staring. All at once he knows, he’s helplessly in love with you and he can’t believe you feel the same.

SMOKER —

Smoker has a certain intuition when it comes to you, so he knows who the pair of eyes burning into his side belong to. What he isn’t expecting upon turning around to meet your gaze is the endearing look in your eyes and dopey smile on your face, head in your hands like staring off in a day dream. That look remains for a fraction of a second, long enough to embed in his mind, a permanent mental image of your eyes reflecting an unspeakable adoration that reveals love enough for a lifetime. You’re quick to turn away in embarrassment, trying your hardest to play it cool as you occupy yourself with something else, but little do you know, Smoker is struggling just as bad to regain his composure; feeling his neck, cheeks, and the tips of his ears burning red hot from the brief exchange. How can he possibly focus on his task now that his heart is racing, mind flooded with images of you looking at him like he holds your entire world? Are you aware that you hold his? A small smile tugs at his lips, and when he looks up, not missing your side-eyed glance, he hopes you can feel him look at you with just as much devotion.

SANJI —

Sanji is notorious for offering you longing, lovestruck stares, so being the one to catch you looking at him this time leaves him a bit disoriented. It’s nothing new for you to join Sanji in the kitchen, sitting at the table or along the counter as you watch him prepare breakfast for the crew in the early hours of the morning. What is new, is the way he can feel you staring, not at his hands as they chop at the ingredients, or the sizzling food in the pan; no, he feels your eyes on his side profile. Does he have something on his face? Looking across his shoulder to meet your stare, he feels his breath catch in his throat when he witnesses the look in your eyes, the look you don’t even try to hide. Eyes glimmering with endearment, like staring right into Sanji’s soul and loving what you see there; each twinkle of your eyes planting parts of you within him that make home so easily, as if these pieces of you were always meant to be with him. The heat in his cheeks only burns brighter when you smile, your eyes doing the same as you whisper a confession of love that’s both new and familiar, something he’ll never get used to nor get tired of hearing: “I just really love you, Sanji.”

[originalcharactersexyman]

Hiya! Howdy! Id love to toss my goofy silly mailman tf2 oc in the ring if there were slots left! His names Brodie :> Heres his toyhouse

Meet YOUR 10th Class Merc. The Courier. His name is Brodie 

From New York! Go Yankees!

Around 32-34

6"1

Lets take alook into the past: For a lot of his life he has committed ,,, so much fraud. So much. All of it. Mail fraud tax fraud voter fraud healthcare fraud identity fraud. Even credit card fraud when credit cards came out in 1966.  Frauding it up ever since he was a kid delivering newspapers and snooping in neighbor's mail. 

Eventually his fraudulent lifestyle catches up to him and lands him in prison when he suddenly became the inheritor of a minuscule fraction of Australium. And a certain group of individuals did not take too kindly to some rando getting his hands on the  insanely precious resource.  In order for the Australium to be ‘misplaced’, Brodie had to die. And die he did. Not long after being incarcerated, he was hanged for his many, many crimes. A bit of overkill, really, but it was apparently the only way. Plus a lot of the guards and inmates kept finding themselves in varying degrees of debt so two birds one stone. Miss Pauling herself attends the hanging to make sure Brodie does die and sure enough he is pronounced dead. As dead as it gets. 

Well. Mostly.

As his soul prepares for judgment in hell,  Brodie decides “I am absolutely not ready to be dead yet.” Soo he convinces Satan “hey you guys got the wrong guy. I’m blah blah blah, here’s my ID and credentials n whatnot. Here’s who you’re actually looking for” (a lie obviously) but Satan’s like “Oh shit. Um wow- this, like, never happens. Lemme…fix that real quick.” (This is intentionally left vague and about how much hell tell ya about it with changing details each time)

Back in his body, Brodie sits up, completely nakey, save for the body blanket, and startles Miss Pauling who instinctively has a gun to his face. Quickly thinking, Brodie strikes a deal; “Hey hey! Don't Shoot. Uh, listen.  Technically, I was pronounced dead.  Obviously you can keep whatever I was supposed to inherit, I won't even give it another thought but just lemme go - please?”  Sure enough, Miss P agrees, except now Brodie has to…start over again.  Which isn’t a big *deal*, but it’ll take him a minute to get back on his feet since his last identity is supposed to be cold turkey. 

Though, this gives Miss P an idea.  “Hey, do you want a job?”

So he’s back, babyyy. Brodie is a new man (who legally doesn't exist) and is recruited by Mann Co to be the teams smuggler mailman and a merc when violence is needed!!  Someones gotta deliver the mercs all their niche needs and all that, ya know? Someone who ain't afraid to get their hands dirty or have fingerprints or the same teeth they did before or leave any paper trail!  Someone who isn't afraid to break into the next city over's local zoo and get some baboon uteri and hearts for medic, or do a 24 hr trip to Australia for Saxton hale pain tonic for sniper (so they avoid import fees), wine for spy, copious amounts of Tom Jones merch for scout, crates upon very weighty crates of ammo for Heavy, etc etc. Even just snacks from each mercs country (that Courier def sneaks bites from but dont tell anyone shhhh). Or just the pizza the mercs ordered in town.

Need something delivered? Brodie is your Courier! (He has to as his contract states, lest he break it and is 'super killed'.  No its not explained what that means but Brodie don't intend to find out.)

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He's a bit of a goofy guy.  Quick witted when it comes to fraud but would ask Alexa what 4 x 12 is. His undying passion is committing petty crimes and scams and changing people's legal last names to something like "Scrotum". He's very *very* nosy and will read the merc's mail before he even gets it to them. He's got gossip to share. He loves snacks and has an awful diet consisting of gas station foods. Caffeinated soda and donuts are go-to's, especially on the road. His fav mode of transportation is on his motorcycle.

WOOF thats a long one lol Thank you sm for ur consideration !

WELCOME ABOARD!

Seats Taken: 22/24 (TWO LEFT)

[taintedtort]

Hi love

I stumbled upon ur blog and ahh love ur writting i wad thinking maybe if ur requests are open that u could write a lil smth IF UR FREE OFCI

was thinking scaramouche x reader argument (angst to fluff :the ansgt shouldnt be brutal bc i dont hsndle it well)

Or if ur not comfy writting that u could doo

Scaramouche x reader scara accidentally confesses to reader??

Dont overwork urself and remember to eat <3

prompt ✧ confess

character ✧ scaramouche

warnings ✧ gn!reader, a SLIGHT argument in the beginning, but none!

a/n ✧ ahh hi!! i decided to combine both prompts a bit?? so enjoy and thank you for the request !

you heard your office door slam, causing you to whip your head around. you were met with an annoyed scaramouche pacing right towards you. a small sigh left your lips, what was he mad about this time? scaramouche often came to rant to you about whatever incompetent subordinate pissed him off, so you simply took a seat and waited for him to start talking.

“can you believe how pathetic some people are? not being able to follow simple instructions.” he dramatically plopped down in the seat next to you with a grunt. you stayed quiet and eyed him, waiting for him to continue. he didn’t, much to your surprise, and just glared right back at you.

“at least you’re slightly less idiotic than the rest,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, but you heard him anyway. your brows furrowed, “slightly?” you questioned. he looked at you expectedly, “yes, slightly,” came his reply.

“is that supposed to be a compliment?” you argued, a slight edge in your voice. he looked taken aback at your response before his lips came up in a scowl. he opened his mouth to deny— or confirm— you couldn’t tell. and apparently neither could he, because he closed his mouth back with a look of doubt in his eyes. “archons, scaramouche.” you sighed, looking back at the work you needed to finish soon— that was assigned by him.

“hey! i’m not done talking yet,” he snapped, putting his elbow up on your desk to fully turn towards you. “well i’m done listening, go away.” these types of random arguments were normal between the two of you, thanks to scaramouche’s smart mouth.

“it’s part of your job to listen to me,” he retorted, causing you to roll your eyes. “no it’s my job to get this paperwork done… for you.” this caused him to scoff and cross his arms. “i don’t need you to get it done, i’ll make someone else do it.”

“then what am i even getting paid for?” you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his childishness, finally leaning away from your desk and looking him in the eye. “to talk to me.” he reasoned, staring you right back in the eyes with full seriousness. “why is that my job?” you teased, wanting to annoy him further.

“because i like—“ you watched as he clamped his mouth shut and his eyes widen a fraction. your eyebrows instantly raised in curiosity and you sat up straight in your seat. “like what? like talking to me?” you pressed, trying to get him to finish his statement.

he was quiet for a moment, clearly racking through his brain for an excuse. after a few beats, he averted your gaze, “you’re tolerable,” he stated. his reply made you smile. you could read in between the lines, but you wanted him to say it to your face.

“is that how you really feel?” you quipped. a curt nod came from him, and he still wouldn’t look at you. his heart was racing but he would not allow a blush rise to his cheeks. he knew what you were doing, he knew you knew, but he refused to stoop so low as to confess, right now.

“just drop it, you’re ruining my bad mood,” he argued. you quietly stared at him, waiting for him to finally look at you. once he heard your silence, he gathered enough courage to steal a glance.

when he saw you staring with such a soft look in your eyes, he couldn’t help the loving feelings that engulfed him. he had to bite his bottom lip from spilling his guts right there and then. your lips opened at the silent declaration of love he just poured out to you in a single look.

“it’s okay, scaramouche, you don’t have to say it. i love you too.”

[redheadbigshoes]

I'm so done with being calm and respectful about my anger towards those who intrude on sexual boundaries.

Every time a man makes an advance when a woman says no, or that she is a lesbian and not interested, it is an attack on her agency, on the worth of her will, and many people will just say 'its weird' and try and shrug it off, but those were precursors to some of the harassment I experienced, to unwanted physical contact by a coworker in the office I used to work in, trying to erode my boundaries and self-respect.

After I publicly transitioned to a woman when I graduated and moved to a new city for my first job, I was able to come out publicly as a lesbian after having gone through literal comphet forced relationships with men in order to get a letter from my therapist for hormones. I was happy to finally be able to say who I really was, having to just hope that everyone would be nice and accepting of my gender and sexuality since working in an office means you have to be around people you dont choose every day.

I expected my main issue to be transphobia, but I didn't understand how well I passed after just 1.5 years on hrt while closeted, and I doubly didn't expect to get the attention of my male coworkers who kept on making unwanted advances over and over despite me getting upset, disgusted, and angry at them. I told them I was a lesbian and it only increased the degree of my harassment, they wanted to wear down my self-worth and knew noone else in the office felt like standing up for me. It got to the point where I had to file HR cases against two of them. Even when I broke the woman's dress code (yes there was a dress code mandating wearing skirts and dresses, Bank of America's IT department is fucking weird) and just wore concealing jackets and facemasks (this was before the pandemic) and baggy pants they kept pestering me until I got a doctor's note to work from home.

I know some of it was definitely because I'm a trans woman too, a vulnerable target, because few of my coworkers already bothered to talk to me, and when I went to HR and other company assets for help they never took my word above others. Trans Lesbians are more at risk of sexual abuse than most people because most people don't give a fuck about us or our safety.

I just get fucking incredibly upset every time I hear people pushing lesbian's boundaries to include men because that was the precursor to some of my abuse. So anyone who thinks lesbians are 'mean' for being fucking angry and upset when people push men on us can go fuck themselves, I could literally punch every man I see in the face and it wouldn't even be a fraction of recompense for what they did to me.

Just wanted to vent this after reading about a lesbian talking about how a trans man keeps flirting with her despite her saying no and it makes me want to rip something apart

-🌻

I am so sorry about what you had to deal with. I truly hope you’re safer now.

People don’t care about women’s safety in general, so when it comes to a trans lesbian it must be much much worse.

People who try to push cis and trans men in lesbianism are probably the same ones who say transphobic shit and who don’t care about SA.

[just-some-random-blogger]

still not over the fact that all your work is très magnifique 😍 (dont mind me binge reading at 4am)

if i may request, how do you think dream would react when his lover(reader) is very jumpy or easily flinches. we all know morpheus can be rather mysterious-in-the-shadows type and as someone with anxiety i feel like him popping out of no where will just make me jump all the time

Hold My Hand

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures, your measure for Dream giving you near death experiences involved a very particular accessory.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: some kinky inclinations lol, gender neutral!reader, kitty meow meow dream (real), pouty!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HHIHIHI IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS ENOUGH TO LOSE SLEEP OVER IT ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT ALSO GET SOME SLEEP PLS T_T the gif is how i imagine dream apologizes for scaring you Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I let out a long, exaggeratedly prolonged, scream when I feel someone come up from behind me in this dead end of the library. It was instantaneous, the hug and the concerned voice that came after.

I mean I really was scared, but still, I was 100% sure I was born dramatic. I heaved heavily as I leaned into the embrace of the being behind me.

Dream cranes his neck down to kiss the side of my neck, "I apologize, my dear," he speaks with genuine guilt, "I was only thinking about how you told me you enjoyed back hugs and I could not help myself."

"It's fine," I sigh deeply, placing the book in my hand back in the shelf.

Dream, although he knew I was not making an attempt to leave him, pulls me back, as if unwilling to have a fraction of space between us. I chuckle, "alright, alright, gimme a sec, geez."

Once the book is back in its spot, I twist in his arms and position myself into a comfortable embrace, cheek pressing against his chest.

Dream tightens his hold, relaxing against me; his previous guilt of rousing my anxiousness finally seemed to leave him.

I can't help but chuckle when he nuzzles against my head, "rough day?"

He hums, "everything is suddenly bearable after I feel your touch."

I smile against him and pull back to show this. In contrast, he has his pouty lips curved down and it makes my brows raise, "what's wrong, Dreamy?"

"I do not enjoy the fact I keep agitating you when I phase to your side."

I snort, "well, actually," I pull away from him, "I may have a solution."

His brows furrow, appalled by the fact I was pulling away from him. His frown deepens.

"Dream," I chuckle, "I'm literally still right here, please, I just need to get something out of my pocket."

A line between his brows forms. He barely loosens his tight grip on me. I cannot help but press my lips as I look at him in amused annoyance.

"Here," I say, as a pull out a tiny choker and dangle it between our faces.

Dream averts his attention, furrowed brows raising.

"I had a cat once," I start, undoing the clasp of the necklace, "she was so sneaky, my family did not know peace until we gave her a bell."

I bring my hand over his shoulders, placing the black and gold thing around his neck. I rise to my toes and look over Dream's shoulder when I do this. Once I am done securing it, I release a sigh and fall flat on my feet. "Now," I smile, grabbing his cheeks, "I might find peace with your bell."

Dream looks down at the choker. I grab the bell at the center so that he could see it, but I'm unsure he does.

His hands travel up my back as he averts his gaze back upon me, "if it can rid of my jump scare tendencies-"

I snort at his use of my term.

"- then I am happy to wear it."

I break into a fit of giggles when he leans in and peppers my face with kisses. As innocent as those were, my breathing begins to grow heavy when his lips trail down my neck, "Dream... Lucienne might catch us again..."

Meanwhile Matthew's head cocks from side to side as he looks for bright ringing sound he could not for the life of him find. "Lucienne, am I going bonkers, or do you also hear that bell ringing?" "I thought you were already bonkers." "Lucienne, I'm serious-" Matthew's beak stays open when he sees Dream pass by out of nowhere. "D-Did you- did he- is he wearing a collar?" "Matthew, Dream is a consenting adult-- in fact, he's much older than that." Safe to say, the sound of the bell was so much more hard to ignore now.

[necroneol]

TW SA AND ABVSE MENTION

okay hi, i know this is unusual for this account but i just wanted to put something out there. apparently my stuff is going around on the fake disorder cringe reddit which is..well. it is what it is. i just want to say some things.

if you have a problem with me grow up and say it to my face. hiding behind reddit is pathetic. i have said it a million times before but what you see here is a mere fraction of my life and my experiences. some people on reddit were saying that my idea of “abvsive” is most likely me just whining because i have to do chores. and ill say that im sorry for you, and i feel for you. you sound very lonely and hateful and sad and isolated. i hope you can find something better. truly. i will never understand how people see content online and assume they know some hidden truth, like theyre the only one who can see through the lie.

you want the truth? the truth is that i Do whine when i have to do chores. and i cry when my mother takes away my food as punishment. and i close my eyes and take it when she hurts me. i do what im told because i know what happens if i dont. i keep my secrets inside, and i keep my mouth shut, not because i want to, but because i have to. because every single time i even attempted to tell my mother about any of the sxual azzaults i endured, half of which were perpetrated by my own family members, she told me i was so ugly that no one would want to touch me like that, so i must be making it up.

so yeah. i whine when i have to empty the dishwasher for the third time in one day when there are at least 4 other people in the household capable of emptying a damn dishwasher.

i am lucky enough to have these moments of normal, every day disappointment and frustration. i am lucky enough to have time in between to complain about doing the dishes. you are lucky if you have the time to put strangers down behind the safety of anonymity for no reason other than you can and youre bored.

my life is real. just because you cant fathom it doesn’t mean it’s fake. my diagnosis is real. i am real. find a better hobby and learn how to love yourself.

thanks so much to anyone reading and to everyone who’s supported me so far. i finally have hope in my life. i am forever grateful and i hope these insecure people can find some hope of their own one day. we all deserve it.

happy holidays and merry christmas!

[romana-after-dark]

What are you looking for, Pedro fans?

The outpouring of love for The Wrong Way was incredible and I am forever grateful, but I cannot manage to recreate a fraction of that success.

I can't write another raider!Joel fic. I cant recreate the dynamics and twists and that end.

I have Guard Dog, which is raider Joel but subversive. He's subby and reader is a top. There is seemingly a lack of interest in that world.

Blessed be the fruit has a tag list of like 20-30 give or take, but the last chapter ha what? 15 notes? 10?

I dont mean this in an way like "go reblog these stories! you have to like them!" because thats just not it.

I mean, what specifically do you guys want to read? I will, regardless, write what I want to, dont worry! I just want to know what you all enjoy the most.

<3 yall always

[rigil-kentauris]

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tagged by @valerianvault

Three Ships: JUST THREE???

i am ALSO on that ffxiv juice and as yall MAY have guessed from all my aymericposting its wol/aymeric.

id be here all night if i did ffxiv ships so moving on.

hm.

hm.

ffxiv has really taken oven my brain space huh? tbqh the other games im playing rn arent big shipping arenas for me. what do you ship in frostpunk? coal x generator fics i suppose. if youve got time to fuck youve got time to truck in some more steel from the steel pile. extended shifts for everyone.

this is where i would have put my feh ships if feh wasnt dead to me

well i could put bylad/claude three houses here. power couple of the century. going to get an emulator/mod at some point to restore justice in s supports. i havent got anything against bylass ships but usually the way people write her drives me fucking INSANE.

hm what for three. ugh. ugh. ugh i said no more ffxiv. but i would be lying if - and would LOVE to lie about it though - i would be lying if i tried to act like cidnero hasnt consumed at minimum 15% of my waking thoughts in recent months. its like a fucking perplexus sphere. a very Puzzle. like the rct2(?) roller coaster auto complete function. i WILL figure it out. whatever It is. but everytime i solve a piece another puzzle pops up. gonna reduce this fucking fraction youll see. youll all see.

First Ever Ship: lol. so way back when, my sister was trying to tell me her Lame Older Sister about this cool new thing called shipping. which i was NOT getting at all. and she, i would imagine because of the relative mainstream awareness at the time and the largely practical fact that i knew what marvel movies were, decided to offer the example of 'its like What If iron man and captain america were together'

which i thought was patently silly. i dont remember why now. i think my main objection was that it did not happen, and why would people spend so much time thinking about things that did not happen.

well anyway. tale old as time i thought it was very funny to ironically talk about it. and then it was not ironic anymore. so it goes.

Last Song: well according to my phone music app it was of the night by bastille.

Last Movie: hm what WAS the last movie i watched? i havent watched a movie in a minute. well we're going to be rewatching the gran turismo movie probably tonight. i liked it quite a bit in the theater (went to an empty matinée).

Currently Reading: UGH still slogging through Utopia. im at a part where it seems tommy has lost the thread, so, its difficult. and then my friend wrote a book! and im very excited to read the new draft

Currently Watching: SCAVENGERS REIGN!!!! a very beautiful and thought provoking show about a group of people who get stranded on an alien planet and how they interact with that biosphere and themselves. the animation is beautiful and colorful. it is on hbo max or whereever you receive hbo products. the last episodes drop today idk if i can handle it

Currently Consuming: nothing because i just woke up. im going to haul myself out of bed for some frosted shredded miniature wheats soon i hope

Currently Craving: anything but frosted shredded miniature wheats. bacon cheese egg wrap. chocolate chip brioch bun. pasta. hm i might be hungry. lets say Food

Tagging: @czigonas @plaidypus @lieutenantk thanks for joing me on my breadmaking saga yesterday.

[wizardfrog69]

Hello!! I just wrote a sigma x reader where reader is sending him love note and was wondering if you'd be interested in writing with this prompt too. I love your writing and think you could make a really interesting story. Dont feel pressured thought, if you're not interested that's also totally fine!

Have a great day :D

Thank you very much and I'm sure you did an amazing job at writing it. Thank you for your request and have a great day also! :)

'•.¸♡ written love ♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Sigma was sitting at his kitchen table looking through different letters he received, most of them being some boring documents, but one letter caught his eye.

♡ To my dear Sigma ♡

He opened the letter without knowing who sent it or why. The letter read as follows,

Dear Sigma,

I hope this letter finds you well. I never knew how to say the words I am about to write but I wanted to say them for such a long time that I do not know what the words I thought of at the beginning were, now I only have my heart to tell you my feelings. I know I will not do my feelings any justice, only a fraction of them will be able to show but besides that I hope you will be able to understand how much you mean to me.

Sigma, you are a wonder to behold, you are so kind and caring to the people around, even when they do not deserve your kind words you still grant them with your precious words. You give so much to people not asking anything in return even though you deserve the world, and I wish to give you that world, a world of mine but a world nonetheless.

You are so beautiful. Your eyes are like a sea of emotions waiting to be discovered. Your soft hair moves round your physique like the wind. Your smile and brighten even the darkest of place with ease. Your touch so gentle like the world is made of porcelain. Oh if only I could admire your beauty all the time my life would be complete with your soft gaze and loving breath of a kiss.

As I have said before I am unable to pour my feelings for you onto this page, only a few drops fell from my heart and into the ink of the pen. Please if it would even mean anything to you, could you please great me at the park tomorrow evening at eight, it would mean the world to me and seeing you in the dim light of the sunset and the street lamps.

With my utter sincerity,

A person who is entirely infatuated with you and only you.

After reading the letter in its entirety Sigma's shocked expression could only express half of what he was thinking. Someone was clearly head over heels for him and they asked him to meet him. Should he go? What will he do? What he cannot return their feelings? He had so many questions on his mind.

It was getting late and he had work to attend. He got dressed and took the rest of the letters with him as he left, the letter which he had received included.

His mind was constantly occupied by the letter, even after reading it time and time again he never could get his mind off of it. Sometimes even fantasising about the person who wrote the letter, he did let his mind wonder to the person whom he wish wrote the letter. You. He had gain feelings for you some time ago but never acted upon them.

He had made up his mind, he was going to meet the author of the letter, what he was going to do after was entirely up to who the person was.

Upon coming home, Sigma quickly got ready to leave and drank a cup of coffee from nervousness. He left his place and headed to the park, his mind still running by all the possibilities of who the person could be and what he would say to them.

You had just left your apartment, your heart felt as if it was about to explode with excitement. You wrote a long awaited letter to the person you had secretly loved for sometime now and you were going to him, hopefully. You were almost positive that he was going to show up, how could he not!? But then again why would he? You tried to ignore your thoughts as you walked to the park.

You got there a bit early but it didn't matter, you could wait.

As sigma approached the park he saw you standing in the sunset's light, looking at some birds looking for food near by. He could swear his heart stopped for a second as he almost froze from shock, could it really be you? From all the people who could have sent the letter it was you...

It was as if Sigma's mind stopped working for a bit until he was brought back to reality by your eyes meeting his. Your soft and calm smile turned into a one filled with excitement and joy, it was him, the person whom you wrote to.

'You came.' Your voice was filled with admiration as you started to approach Sigma who was only a few centermeters away.

You were standing face to face with each other, Sigma wanted to look away but your eyes were just so beautiful, drawing him in with each second he spent looking into them. The silence was broken by your confession, 'I didn't think you'd come.' You never received an answer.

You were starting to get lost yourself, your gaze darting to Sigma's lips while he moved them closer to yours. A gentle kiss was shared between the two of you.

After separating Sigma's face became incredibly red as he started to apologise. You only chuckled and told him you didn't mind the kiss and wished to repeat it some day. The two of spent the rest of your evening talking while strolling the park and admiring the wonderful sights of nature.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I have never written a love letter before so I hope it isn't too bad.

This is random but if there is someone who celebrates Easter I have a question: how do you celebrate it?

I'm Polish and live in Ireland and I can see that our traditions vary greatly and I find different traditions interesting.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the holidays or your time off if you have any :)

-love, Az

[nekioe]

https://www.tumblr.com/elmhat/729167463773831168/dreblr-ask-game-because-im-bored-feel-free-to?source=share

I am asking then ! I'd like to hear about 6, 16 and/or 25 :)

6. Is there any c!Dream scene/moment/action you would like to change?

I dont think so. There's nothing i can think of right now and nothing i can remember thinking about earlier, either. Sorry for boring answer but I really can't think of anything.

16. What's your favorite c!Dream headcanon?

This brand on his cheek

Aparently I accidentally swiched cheek for that scar uhhh just ignore.

Other injuries from prison is also fun. Shaking hands from nerve damage, maybe that hes a little halt and struggle with walking long distances without any pause. Reminders from the prison and the torture that will never go away :(

25. If c!Dream had to join an existing/former DSMP country or fraction which one would you choose for him?

The syndicate <3

Make syndicate healing arc real!!! Please! I need it😔

The first time I read that question my mind just completely skipped over fraction though. And if its only countries I have to choose from id choose Kinoko. Dream team healing arc🫶🫶 Where they hopefully don't kill each other or make each other worse🫶🫶 Hopefully.