#I only like making posts when it's me “aNaLyZiNg” and writing stuff

[maplemonarchy]

[Bear with me, it has been a few years since I used my academic brain and it's probably collected some rust. I also majored in History and only minored in English so some of my analysis might lean more towards the historical than the literary.]

Something that is super fascinating with this argument regarding English v. History. With History, it's about having a better understanding of the historical past based on the evidence we have. (Like, this is why we don't teach Confederate Lost Cause history anymore. Historians started looking at evidence that wasn't literally written down as well as writings not done by rich white dudes. Historical analysis can be super fascinating when it comes down to it. Seriously, look into all the ways you can conduct historical analysis. It's fascinating.) Historical lenses are employed to try and gain a better understanding of the past. Let's stick with the American Civil War example. You can look at the civil war through a Marxist lense ("The Civil War was about two modes of production clashing"), a Whig lense ("The only important people in the Civil War were the Great Men of Lincoln, Grant, Lee, and Davis"), an environmental lense ("The Civil War was shaped by the Appalachian Mountains and the literal geography of the Eastern United States"), or a cultural lense ("We can better understand the culture of enslaved individuals in the south based off of the hymnals we have records of")

English, on the other hand, doesn't have to worry about the "facts" (facts in quotes since there are the facts of the book, but not facts of the real world that might contradict it. Another way to put this is that there is no greater Truth we're trying to understand). Literature can be examined through very similar lenses to history. Marxist, feminist, postmodern, historical, psychoanalytical, etc. The end result is similar as well. The reason you apply different critical lenses is to gain a better understanding of the text. BUT!! [and this is where the "ABORTION" post above gets it wrong] You can't just make stuff up! Whatever you write about has to be based on the text. This is why citation is so important (for English and for History). Additionally, it has to work within the context of the text as well. Don't cherry pick. Let's use Doctor Who as an example since it was brought up earlier. [I wish I had more knowledge of Classic Who since it would be better to make this point with the relationship of the Doctor and Jamie or the Doctor and the Master but...] The Cybermen in Doctor Who could be described as being "about" a few different things. Are Cybermen a commentary on Communism (everyone is all the same and emotionless because they're equal. Their attempt at equality is why they're villians), a commentary on conformity (you lose your individuality if you're like everyone else and society will force it on you like the cybermen convert. This is why they're villians), a commentary on cybernetic augmentation (the more robot you become, the less human you are. They're less human nature is why they're villians), a commentary on eugenics (the Cybermen are the result of eugenic ideals and that's why they're villians), are they just funny robots (the curtains are blue [NOTE: you can make this argument. It's a bad one and does not let you better understand the text, but you can make it.]) There is no capital T "Truth" we're looking for regarding the Cybermen. But what you cannot do is argue that the Cybermen a critique of the US government's actions during the Iraq War (The Cybermen predate the Iraq War. See above post about Undertale being about the Korean War. This is that same category).

[You can do a cross analysis between these two subjects. A cultural historian could analyze the culture America of the 1990s through the sitcoms of the era or an literary analysis on Marvel's 1602 could examine if the comic captures the historical zeitgeist of the era. I'm not going into any more depth on that or we will be here forever]

@auroranpunkmom's point [I think] is that multiple critical lenses means that there is not one Truth™ about a text. This is something I agree with. A universal Truth™ about a text does not exist in analysis, just a consensus (this also holds for History, but historians are more detectives looking at a crime scene).

But, what @bananonbinary says above is also correct. It's not that there is no truth in literary analysis so we can make up whatever we want. Good critical analysis should be BASED on the text. Even the stuff that I did in undergrad pointed out that you can based your analysis of a text on the Author (Looking at the Shire in Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit based on Tolkien's Catholic beliefs), but you don't have to and sometimes shouldn't (Looking at Sam and Frodo's relationship through a queer lense).

You couldn't make an argument for SuperWhoLock being canon to the texts they originate from because there is no textual evidence in any of those shows that show they exist in the same universe. But you could totally make a comparative argument on how Supernatural, Sherlock, and Doctor Who treat their female characters based on an examination of the text. English and History, as with science, is about observing the subject, making a hypothesis (or thesis statement), and proving it.

[I would also like to point out that there is also a different between a comparative essay (comparing Sherlock Holmes to Shawn Spencer from Psych, Colombo, and Dr. House.), an argumentative essay (the Oceania in Orwell's 1984 is an example of Foucault's Panopticon), or an informative essay (The History of the Roman Empire in North Africa). I think this an important distinction to make.]

tldr; Good critical analysis examines the actual text (whether written or not) and can point out in the text where their analysis comes from.

[Author's Note: If you want to get an idea on how critical analysis works in practice, you should listen to Ranged Touch's podcasts Homestuck Made this World (a critical and historical reading of the web comic Homestuck), Just King Things (examines the books of Stephen King in publication order), and Shelved by Genre (critical readings various literary texts. Right now it's more on the sci-fi side of things).]

The biggest misconception in public schools is that literary analysis is about proving you can be right or wrong about a book you read

Literary analysis isn’t about the book

It’s not even about being right

It’s about performing an investigation and presenting your case to the jury

It doesn’t matter if your defendant killed that guy or not. If you can convince the jury he didn’t, you’ve won

And the incredible life skill of spinning bulletproof bullshit out your ass with a handful of facts and a prayer is soooooooo much more valuable than anyone’s ever gonna tell you

[emilydorp]

[miyaz6ki]

Ur blog is so cute!! Can u do kinich (if I spelled that write) with a fem reader whos really sensitive and gets overstimulated really easily during sex??

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ᯓ★ ── . summ. a plethora of feelings left unshared, he'll give it a feel.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note. thank you >< i rly like the way i styled alot of my stuff atm as well :)

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. kinich x fem!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, fem terms used, sex lol, overstim kink kinda, lowkey dacryphilia (but not the main point, might elaborate abt it on a diff post)

kinich knows how sensitive you are, especially to his touch. even so- he'll overstim you anyway.

but don't worry, he'll talk you through it. letting you stay in front of a nice mirror he bought just to show you off. making you watch how you react when your pretty little slit gets rubbed.

"hic kin- i-" you could barely speak, small tears running down your cheek, only for him to kiss them away. "shh shh.. I know.. you're doing great princess."

Incoherent babbles were the only things you could speak about as you leaned into his touch. you were sat down on his lap, legs pried open to let him get a perfect view of your hole sucking his fingers so nicely, so snug in your tight wet cunt.

and honestly, as much as possible, he slows down his pace. i'd say he's used to everything going quickly.

within the time that he's patient with you; he admires your features.

his eyes analyze your every emotion, watching how your eyebrows knit or how you squeeze your thighs around his head. maybe even the way you whine that he's doing too much.

but when you've been a little more than naughty that day..

"mhmm... oh? look at you.. begging me to overstimulate this pussy. so cute." he bluntly mocks into your face, making eye contact with your e/c orbs.

kinich likes to tie you up to the bedpost with the rope from his elemental skill, watching how you struggle to rid of them. a hand slid down your ass, caressing its softness- then giving it a slap.

"couldn't wait till home to let me fuck you sweet?" desire evident in his tone, he wasn't afraid to teach you who was supposed to keep you in place.

he licks his lips, looking back up at you, you were so pretty like this.. it's been a while since kinich last tasted your sweet cunt. he's scissors your hole wide open for his digits to finally enter. his head leans into to give your clit an oh so sweet kiss, before devouring it to its finest.

[glowettee]

✧ if i’m so dramatic, why am i always right? ✧

✦ intuition vs gaslighting ✦

hi lovelies, it’s mindy 🌷🕯 i’ve been off tumblr for a few days, things have just been really overwhelming lately, and i needed a little breather. but writing always brings me back to myself. it’s my favorite kind of comfort. the glowettee x pll series has seriously been such a joy to create… every post, every idea, every digital piece for my gumroad has been healing in its own way. this next post is something close to my heart. it’s about gaslighting... something i’ve experienced a lot, especially from people i thought i could trust. it’s such a common thing, but so many of us don’t realize it’s happening until way later. i used to second-guess my intuition constantly because people convinced me i was being “too much.” but every time… my gut was right. so i wanted to write this to help you tell the difference between real intuition and someone twisting it. if you’ve ever felt that quiet confusion or started to doubt yourself after talking to someone, this post is for you. i hope it brings clarity. and softness. and maybe even a little validation if you’ve been there too. - mindy 🤍🩰

sometimes i wonder if girls like us were born with a sixth sense or if we just got so used to being hurt that our bodies evolved. hyper-awareness as a survival trait. intuition as our most sharpened weapon. people love to call it being “dramatic,” but let’s be honest... i was right every time.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝ if you’re so emotional, how come your instincts always come true? ❞ they never have an answer to that, do they?

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✧ the 'dramatic' girl dilemma

there’s a reason why every group chat has a girl they secretly call “too much.” the one who always has a weird feeling. the one who picks up on tone shifts and changes in energy and tiny inconsistencies like it’s her full-time job. she’s the one who says, “this doesn’t feel right,” and gets labeled a buzzkill. the killjoy. the overthinker.

but i’ll let you in on something i had to learn the hard way: they only call you dramatic when they don’t want you to notice what’s really happening.

girls like us don’t get the luxury of being chill. we’re watching. always. we had to learn to be. we’re the first ones to feel the shift in a friend group dynamic. we clock the fake laugh. the silence in the hallway. the DM left on read. and when we bring it up? “you’re imagining things.”

they say "you're too sensitive" like it's a flaw. like feeling deeply makes you unreliable. but being sensitive never meant being wrong. it just meant you felt the betrayal before it became undeniable.

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✧ trauma turned my gut into a siren

there’s something about growing up being ignored, bullied, overlooked, or manipulated that turns your whole nervous system into a radar. suddenly, you’re the girl who notices everything.

like, i still remember being 14 and realizing that one of my friends always laughed at my jokes in front of boys, but never when it was just us. or how she'd call me pretty but then immediately ask if i was wearing makeup. subtle stuff. stuff that sounds dumb when you say it out loud. stuff that makes people go, “you’re reading too much into it.”

but i wasn’t. i never was. that’s the exhausting part.

emotional intelligence feels like a superpower until it starts to drain you. like being psychic, but without the option to turn it off. you don’t just read the room, you analyze it, archive it, cross-reference it with past data.

i used to hate this part of myself. now i know it kept me alive.

you’re not paranoid. you’re perceptive. there’s a difference.

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✧ you knew, even when it didn’t make sense

sometimes your body knows things before your brain catches up. your heart races before he lies. your stomach drops before the betrayal hits. you get that pit-in-your-stomach feeling and then brush it off, until the truth slaps you a week later.

trust me, i’ve been there. i once had a gut feeling that a friend was turning people against me... but there was no proof. just a weird energy. until one day, someone accidentally sent me a screenshot that wasn’t meant for me. and suddenly the feeling made sense.

they call it “bad vibes.” i call it early intel.

start decoding the patterns:

the too-long pause before answering your question

the “i didn’t mean it like that” when you call it out

the subtle digs framed as compliments

the way people say your name when they think you’re not listening

you noticed for a reason. trust the noticing.

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✧ what gaslighting actually feels like

gaslighting doesn’t always sound like “you’re crazy.” sometimes it sounds like “you’re overreacting,” or “you always assume the worst,” or “why do you make everything a problem?”

but the worst kind of gaslighting is the kind you do to yourself. when you feel the red flags and immediately shut yourself down. when your first instinct is right, but your second thought is “i’m just being dramatic.” that’s emotional self-betrayal. it hurts. a lot.

i once told a guy that something felt off, he’d been cold, weird, distant. he said i was insecure. i said sorry. two weeks later, i found out he’d been seeing someone else the whole time. lesson learned: don’t apologize for what your body already knows.

you can’t logic your way out of a feeling that was never lying to you in the first place.

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✧ intuitive doesn’t mean irrational

“dramatic” is just a word they use to discredit girls who are too emotionally accurate to manipulate.

your feelings are data. emotions are not the opposite of intelligence, they’re the early warning system. they tell you what’s not being said. they tell you what the energy in the room is doing. they tell you the truth before the truth shows its face.

what if you’re not “too much,” what if you’re just always one step ahead?

what if the real problem isn’t that you feel too deeply, but that you feel accurately, and that makes people uncomfortable?

i’m reclaiming the word dramatic. to be dramatic is to see danger before it arrives. to feel something shift before it collapses. to be emotionally clairvoyant. and i think that’s beautiful.

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✧ how to protect your knowing

your intuition deserves protection. here’s how i keep mine sacred:

✧ journal your gut feelings ~ even if they don’t make sense yet. time-stamp them. track patterns. ✧ make a screenshots folder ~ for receipts, subtle shifts, digital clues. memory gaslights too. ✧ create a ‘weird vibes’ note in your phone ~ no explanation needed. if something feels off, log it. ✧ meditate or walk after intense conversations ~ let your body process what your mind can’t yet. ✧ check in with your inner child ~ would 13-year-old you trust this person? she knows. always.

𓆩 ritual for the emotionally haunted 𓆪 › write down a time you were right, but told you were wrong › throw it away, or rip it up › whisper “i trust myself now.” › repeat every time the world tries to confuse you.

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✧ you weren’t crazy, you were correct, and ahead

they’ll tell you you’re crazy until the moment you’re proven right. they’ll call you dramatic until the danger becomes undeniable. they’ll gaslight you until the truth surfaces, and then pretend they never doubted you at all.

the girls who trust themselves become the women no one can lie to. so feel everything. sense everything. believe yourself.

being dramatic is how you survived the world they tried to confuse you in.

and if you’re always the first to notice the danger, maybe it’s not a flaw. maybe it’s your gift. maybe it’s what will save you.

✧ love always, mindy

[artist-issues]

“At least it's not ferociously attacking God quite as directly as Steven Universe did…”

Not that I’m surprised by this statement, but can you elaborate on this? Kinda intrigued by your thoughts on Steven Universe.

Okie dokie, you’re not the only one who has asked me about this, so I suppose I’ll poke the hornet’s nest. 😅 I haven’t talked about this before because I assumed that everyone who wanted to hear my kinds of opinions on stories wasn’t watching or interested in Steven Universe.

It’s like asking vegetarian if they enjoyed a turkey dinner. The turkey dinner was so obviously not made for vegetarians to enjoy, so why would the vegetarian even bother analyzing the turkey?

But I think if some people are asking me why I think Steven Universe is anti-God (of the Bible) its because maybe they don’t know what the turkey is. Not completely. (Maybe not you, because like you said, you’re not surprised by my comment.) So I’ll explain my thoughts on Steven Universe.

If you’re just following me because you liked some stuff I posted, but didn’t realize that I’m a Bible-believing Christian and don’t want to hear about it, unfollow me now. Because I’m going to talk about some hot button issues here and the trolls will come out.

Steven Universe is really well-done. The jokes are funny, the writing is believable, the characters have great chemistry, great design, the concept is fascinating, the slow build-up and reveal of the plot elements is great. But when you watch the throne room scene in the last episode of Season 5 “Change Your Mind,” it’s alarmingly clear how much the whole show is not just settling for defending and championing the LGBTQ+ worldview—it goes all the way to attacking what Christians believe, on the other side.

Anything that’s pro-LGBTQ+ is doing that by default, but this show goes out of its way to do that.

You have to understand: God created and designed us. Deeper than that; He created and designed romantic relationships, and invented marriage. He didn’t just create love—He is love. So when humans come along and do what we’ve always done since the fall, and say, “I’d rather define what Your thing is and how it works for myself, God,” it’s not only an incredible slap in the face, it’s an attack on God’s actual identity—and it’s destructive for us and the people around us. Like a fish insisting it can breathe oxygen.

But Steven Universe goes beyond that. It knows that the Christian worldview is it’s biggest opposition. It digs right down to the heart of the worldview-battle. LGBTQ+ worldview says, “I should get to love what I want and be who I am, because I’m me. Love is love. (By which I mean, any action or relationship I choose to call love is love, because I’m the one calling it that.)”

Biblical worldview says “No, wait, you shouldn’t base your decisions on you alone; what you want changes day to day, and you’re broken, so you can’t ever be satisfied based on what you want—the Bible says God made you for something, and you rejected that, and it broke you. You’re not how you’re meant to be: even what you want and what you think love is is twisted up and can hurt you and others. But if you submit to God He’ll help you, He’ll fix what’s broken and give you new life by making you how you were supposed to be: He’ll live in you and through you.”

Are we beginning to get the picture?

See, the whole thing with the opposing views between LGBTQ+ and Christian people is as old as time. It’s not a new debate. It’s Satan and Eve in the garden. She says, “This is not how God said things should be,” and Satan says, “Are you sure that’s what He said? He knows if you do this thing, you’ll be like Him. You’ll be god: you’ll get to decide ‘how things should be’ for yourself.”

He lied and said that disobedience would satisfy her. That she knew what her own heart needed better than the God that made it did. That the very act of being imperfect would make her godlike.

And then Steven Universe comes along and says “if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hotdogs.”

And has a cast of created being characters who’s imperfections (Garnet’s forbidden “love,” Pearl’s obsession, Amethyst’s insecurity) are supposedly “the best thing about them; what makes them who they are.”

And has a main character who used to be a part of the god-like creator relationship, but used her power to come down to earth and completely change who she is into a fully different person.

And has a godlike Creator character who claims she “doesn’t need” her created beings (just like the God of the Bible) but they all have a little part of their creator in them so she has to repress their imperfections; she holds them all to a standard that’s impossible to reach called “perfection” and punishes them when they don’t meet it even though it hurts them to try; she expects them all to do what they were created by her for; she fixes them when they can’t meet her standard by shining her light through them and making them extensions of their Creator.

And has a main character who argues, fights back, tries to stop her, and is answered with lines that sound surprisingly like what LGBTQ+ people hear when Christians argue with them: “you’re only making things worse; you’re just deceiving yourself; even while you resist it your actual light can’t help shining through,” etc.

White Diamond just wants everything to be perfect. Like her. She just wants her created beings to “be themselves.” But what she means is, be how she created them to be.

And she’s the bad guy. She’s playing God in this show, and Rebecca Sugar is saying, “If God is telling us that can only be happy by being perfect, as He is perfect, and doing what He created us to do, then He’s wrong. Our imperfections are what make us special—unique—individuals—free—and there is nobody who has the right to take that freedom away from us, not even out creator!”

And you know what?

If God were like White Diamond, like Rebecca Sugar believes Him to be, Steven Universe would be right.

But He is NOT.

God is not a dictator who forces us to conform to a standard of perfection and then smashes us when we don’t meet it. He is a King who made us perfect to begin with, and we rejected him, because He allowed us to do that. He knew that true love was love that had to be chosen, and He wanted us to love Him by choice, so he gave us the option. But Rebecca Sugar doesn’t understand—there was never “Choose God or Choose Yourself.” There was only, “Choose God or Choose Nothing.” There was nothing except God. Then He created everything. There is no version of reality where you have something better than God, or even slightly less good but different, to pick. You’re not jumping from one ship into a smaller one, but at least it’s yours—you’re jumping from one ship into a void, and then complaining that there’s no other ship. That’s humans. That’s not God. / White Diamond didn’t make her creations perfect (Amethyst) and she didn’t make them for love. She made them for power. That’s not the God of the Bible.

Even when we did choose to try and love ourselves instead of God, and therefore warped our ability to perfectly love at all, He didn’t smash us. True, everything fell and was cursed, which is exactly what He warned us would happen if we chose it, but it was a natural consequence of breaking ourselves. And then He didn’t leave us that way. He didn’t give up on us. And He certainly didn’t just zap us, snap His fingers, quick-fix it and turn us all into robots who are extensions of Him, who say they love Him but only because it’s His voice puppeting us to say it.

No. He came to us, chose to give up His life at the exact point on the timeline when Romans, masters in the art of slow, humiliating, torturous death, would be the ones to carry out His crucifixion, and saved us Himself. Through the sacrifice of His own life. And even then, we still have a choice. We get to choose to accept that incredible self-sacrifice when we don’t deserve it, and be given new life and a relationship with the Creator who knows us and loves us better than we can love ourselves or receive love from others—OR we can just keep stubbornly insisting that our slavery to the opposite of what God wants is somehow freedom, and our twisted versions of love are genuine, and we’re not broken, and die like that. Die broken creatures who lived their whole lives stomping their feet and screaming “I’m not a creature, I’m a god!”

White Diamond sacrifices nothing, because Rebecca Sugar doesn’t know the God of the Bible. She just knows her idea of Him. She’s never actually gotten to know Him. If she had, she’d learn how silly and twisted her idea is.

Because you know what, yeah, if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs. But people aren’t pork chops. And hot dogs have flavor (not better than pork chops) but they are awful for you.

Christians aren’t perfect cuts of meat with no individuality or flavor. Just because we all know and love the same God doesn’t mean we have no personalities. It just means we don’t think so freaking much about what we are, or who we get to be, or what we like and want. Jeez, what a self-centered, narcissistic, self-obsessed way to live. She plays Steven like he’s this wonder-child, innocent and full of heart, who encourages his friends to love and keep trying. But honestly?

This is very pretty animation but it’s not real. Steven looks happy hugging Steven but self-love doesn’t ultimately get you that.

That’s all based on the premise that what he’s encouraging them to do is actually good, and will make them happy, and will help them love better. And it just won’t. Not in real life. That’s not how any of this works. Self-love is just self-obsession. And that is a sure-fire way to hurt you, and everyone around you.

You’ll never be free by choosing to run to a worse master. You’ll never be satisfied with your crappy attempts at loving yourself, because you were made to be loved flawlessly and forever by someone who is Love Himself.

And choosing to identify with your imperfections doesn’t make you uniquely you. It just makes you exactly like every other human being marching in the same line since the Fall.

White Diamond’s not relational. She’s up high and distant. That’s not God. He made you to be in relationship with Him. He loves you, totally and perfectly, and He proved it by sacrificing for You.

So yeah. That’s the problem with Steven Universe. Come get me, SU fans.

[suprababka]

OMG I'm completely in love with your writing is just so good, I already binge read all of posts, i really want to know your headcannons about cuddling stuff with the opm characters?

Hellooo!👋 Thank you, I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy what I do🥰 And thank you for the request! Of course I'll do it ;D And sorry for taking so long! As you could see, my first post with hcs was published on the 25th of December (2024)💀 But I'm planning to try to post headcanons more regularly😉 (this ask was sent on the 19th of June, chat😅) If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕

Cuddling & hugs with them

A/N: fun fact: my name is Nicole (shortly, Nika)🙋‍♀️

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

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Prepare for possible OOC!

Also be aware of implied fem!reader!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

It'd be rather awkward to hug him at first

Just imagine: you open your arms to hug him only to see his classic poker face

Double kill if he asks you what are you trying to do💀

Though he doesn't protest when you tell him that you want to give him a hug and proceed to do it

He just stands with his hands in pockets

Saitama feels like he did something wrong when you let go of him, trying to hide your disappointment and embarrassment

It's not that he doesn't know what hugs are

He just doesn't understand the idea of them

At first

You keep giving him hugs there and there, and he gets used to them

For some reason, it brings him a sense of comfort and reasurance that you're here

(so yeah, he starts to actually miss your hugs when you're not around)

Some time later, he responds to your embraces

Well, he just puts his hand on the side of your waist

(or sometimes even playfully swat your butt)

He doesn't want to wrap his arms around you and squeeze you, as he's afraid he'll overdo it and hurt you

Oh, and yes, he won't initiate hugs

Though you can expect his hand to be on your waist when you're walking together

But sadly, that's all

Cuddles is a whole new level for Saitama to complete

He likes his personal space: to sit or lay in his favourite pose, to scratch his rear, pick his nose, etc.

But he can't do that while cuddling with you

That's what he thought

But in reality, it's not so bad

You find a position that you're both comfortable with: he lays behind you on his side, supporting his head with his hand or sometimes even placing it on top of yours

He can watch the TV, feel your smell and warmth, scratch his butt, lay like he wants and do other things

A real bliss🤌✨

As for you, you love being the little spoon as well

To feel Saitama's warmth, his hot breath against your neck, occasional kisses on top of your head and sometimes even his strong arm draped over you as your personal shield from everything

The same goes to when you're cuddling in bed, reading manga together, brushing your teeth, taking the bath...

And yes, you're not going to be the big spoon, sorry

Saitama is just not a touchy partner

But hey, he has other ways to make you feel loved ;)

Another man who is unfamiliar with hugs

But it's different with Genos

He wants to be the best boyfriend for you

And he knows that hugs and cuddles are important aspects in relationships as they provide love and support for your significant other

Hence, the S-class hero spends a lot of time watching other couples, reading different articles on the Internet (even watching videos) and, of course, asking your opinion on what you're comfortable with

You tell him that hugs and cuddles shouldn't be forced, it all comes from heart

As you bump on his chest (where presumably his mechanic heart is), he raises his eyebrow a little

After he processes the information, he claims that he understands you

He doesn't really

After that, he takes some time to observe you and to analyze when and how he should hug you

For example, when you both greet each other, he'll place his hand on your waist and kiss your cheek

When you're walking together, he'll place his palm on the lower of your back

When you're feeling sad, he'll embrace you and hold you in his arms until you start feeling better

When you're both sitting on the couch, he'll wrap his arm around your shoulder

Well, you get the drill

Genos also asks Dr. Kuseno to make his arms and abs a bit softer for you..?

(somehow)

He just wants you to feel comfortable in his arms, like you're hugging a person, not a robot

But you reassure him that you see him as a human

It means to him more than you think

Some time later, you notice that your boyfriend's approach to hugging you changed

As if he started putting more soul into it

Don't get me wrong, his hugs didn't lack of affection

They just were kinda... automatic? Like, a trigger happened and then Genos would embrace you as if following a programmed scenario

But fortunately, Genos figures it out (not without your help)

Moving on, you're in full control when it comes to cuddles

Wanna be a small or big spoon? No complaints from Genos

He doesn't really have preferences

Your comfort is all that matters to him

He'll warm you up or, vice versa, cool you down with his body if needed

If you had a hard day, he'd listen to you while giving you a massage

He'll also give you sudden kisses on your cheek, forehead, hair, neck, etc.

(oh, and he'll admire your beauty while you're not looking)

All in all, Genos is a perfect partner for cuddles and hugs

He just needs some time to figure it all out <3

He's low-key touch starved and scared to do anything first

What if you're uncomfortable hugging him? Or you're not a fan of physical touch? Or..?

He's always happy to be with you and even allows himself to be a bit childish

And his inner child wants to give you a big hug!

On one of your dates, he greets you and subconsiously opens his arms to put you into his embrace

Only to stop in mid-way

What was he thinking? Were you really eager to hug him as well?

You notice Sonic's awkward attempt to hug you and pretend to just stretch

You smile and wrap your arms around him, placing head on his chest

He's surprised, but hugs you back immediately

Sonic's grip tightens around you and his nose is burried in your hair, smelling your scent

Ah, if Sonic could, he'd hold you like this forever

Just like that, you signed your death warrant

Sonic becomes your personal coala and doesn't miss an opportunity to wrap his arm around you

(he doesn't mind if you want be coala as well though)

He'll playfully squeeze you, tickle you, pepper your head with kisses, breathe in your scent, caress your curves, warm you up, and just enjoy your presence, whispering sweet nothings

Please do tell if it gets overbearing for you

Sonic will hate it if you suffer in silence because of him

The same thing goes to cuddles, obviously

He likes being both big and small spoon

Big because he feels like your personal protector (and pillow)

Small because, again, he wants to be pampered like a child

It really makes him feel loved when he's lying on top of you and you run your fingers through his hair

In one sentence, Sonic freaking LOVES hugging you and cuddling with you💕

You'll be the first to initiate hugs

And not just hugs that you give someone when you're greeting them

But a supporting, more meaningful one

You and Garou are just spending time together in the park, talking about everything

Feeling emotional and comfortable, you lean closer to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him, sighing pleasantly

It makes him stop in the middle of the sentence and just stare at you dumbfounded, not knowing how to react and what to do

Garou has never been hugged before

Usually, if not always, when he gets physical with someone, it happens in a fight

Now he feels... warm and safe

Yeah, it's definitely better than being punched

Garou hesitantly hugs you back, still trying to get used to the feeling

When you start pulling away, he doesn't let go of you, tightening his grip on you

"Wait... Don't move, let's stay like this... at least for a little while, please," he whispers

And of course you don't protest

(you wanted to stop hugging your boyfriend because you were afraid you went too far in the first place, but seeing his reaction, you relax)

After that, you start hugging each other to show appreciation, support and love for each other

Garou gets a habit to hug you from behind and burry his face into the crook of your neck as you both stand in silence

It can mean two things: he's tired or overwhelmed and needs you to calm or reassure him

Or he's just showing his gratitude and love for you, basking in your presence

Of course, the same goes to you

Your boyfriend will always be happy to hold you in his arms when you need him

But don't get me wrong, you hug each other not only in moments of comfort

For example, when you both greet each other, you wrap your hand around Garou's neck as he places his on your lower back

(and lightly slapping your butt with another)

He also sometimes wraps his arm around you to make sure that you're here with him

This goes to especially when you're in crowded places and he's afraid you might get lost or worse

When your boyfriend feels silly, he likes to lift you up, carry you in bridal style, place you on his shoulder, supporting your legs, and even swirl you around him

Well, you catch the drift

(usually, it happens to show you his strength and just have fun)

Oh, and how could I forget to mention that he definitely swings his arm over you when you're both sitting on the couch/bench/etc.

Or he's sitting behind you on top of the bench/step with his arms around you and his chin on top of your head

Garou also loves it when you're sitting on his lap!!!

He may seem as someone who is not a big fan of cuddles, but in reality, they bring him a sense of comfort as well

Garou is always the big spoon tho

When you're cuddling on the sofa, your back pressed against his chest and his arms are encircling you like a protective shield or are gently caressing your curves

Usually, you're discussing different topics or just enjoying each other's presence in silence

When you're in bed, you lay your head on Garou's chest as his arms are around you (again)

If you're lying on one of your sides, of course your boyfriend's arm is draped over you and his face is nuzzled against your hair/neck

Alright, I think I wrote enough about Garou (and no, it's not because he's one of my favs... I hope)🫡

The main point is that hugs and cuddles with Garou are full of love and comfort🥰

Ooooh, this man loves hugs and cuddles

I believe he'll try to hug you on your first date, opening his arms broadly

And pull you into the bear hug

(if you're comfortable with it, that is)

Metal Bat melts when he feels you squeeze him in return

After that, you both start a tradition of Badd scooping you in his arms when you meet each other

Sometimes you like to press your foreheads together and peck each other's lips

He likes to briefly hug you or wrap his arm around when he can

Standing in the queue? He puts his hands on your waist and places his chin in top of your head (if he's taller than you; if not, then nuzzles his face against your neck/back)

Walking down the street? A strong arm around your shoulder can be expected

Feeling joyous? Please hug him, and he'll whirl you

You're anxious because of the crowded place? Badd is here to let you hug his arm or, again, take you under his wing

You always feel loved and secure in his arms

And Metal Bat loves holding you in his arms, patting your head, leaving soft kisses there and there, admiring your beauty, whispering compliments or just saying how much he loves you

He also likes to show off his strength and carries you in his arms/lifts you up

+ gives you piggybackrides!

Badd is really warm, by the way

In addition, his hugs feels like home, like all the worries and problems disappear

And cuddles too!

They're one of his favourite ways of spending time with you

Feeling your head resting on his chest and his hands stroking your back is a true heaven for him

Or vice versa, when he's really worn out or stressed from his hero work, he lays on top of you, burrying his face in your chest and feeling your fingers running through his hair in a soothing way

This helps him to relax

Your presence in general always brings him peace

Just like his does the same to you

That's why you both don't really have a favourite pose for cuddles, as you're both craving for each other's warmth and touch

Well, alright, you and Badd totally love it when Tama joins you two

I don't know how to emphasise enough that hugs and cuddles with Metal Bat are the best

He is your personal Teddy Bear after all :3

(yes, I'm biased towards this man and I'm not sorry)

(I swear, Metal Bat's hugs/cuddles would solve 90% of my prolems)

(chat, is it normal that I had a few breakdowns because he's not real and, consequently, will never be my husband?)

(sorry, let's move on🔜)

I believe that Amai Mask is actually not a huggy person

Yeah, he can semihug his fans when they're taking pictures

And that's all

That was until you came into his life

You'll be first one to hug him

In return, he'll just pat your head

And that's how most of your hugs will go

You don't really mind because you still feel his love and comfort when he strokes your hair or spine

Ah, the way he gently puts his hand on the back of your head and brings it to his chest when you're sad🥹

Beaut loves it when you hug him from behind, nuzzling your face against his muscular back

Or when you wrap your arms around his neck and place your chin on top of his head when he's sitting in his director's chair/work armchair

Yeah, you read that right

This man loves to show you off

And work is no exception

He demonstratively places you on his lap, one hand is around your shoulders and another is caressing your thigh

Meanwhile, your arms are hugging his neck and your cheek is pressed against his temple

No one dares to even say a word towards you

And of course he loves to put his hand on your side as you both walk down the street or the red carpet of some Gala (i.e. in the public)

(kinda possessive if you ask me, but hey, I like moderately possessive men😏)

As I've mentioned before, Amai loves it when you straddle his lap

And when it's just the two of us as well

(especially when you're sitting on him with your arms around his neck as his hands support your lower back)

Beaut likes to pull you close to him when you're showering, taking bath and chilling in the jacuzzi together

He says that he's a serious man and doesn't need cuddles

Also him: doesn't let go of you when you're going to sleep

Really, he acts like a baby and whines if you leave the bed to use the toilet or to do some other stuff instead of snuggling against him

(it stays as a secret between you)

To sum up, Amai tends to wrap his arm around you to show the world that you're his and he's yours

And he will never admit that he craves for your presence, which brings him comfort at night

But you understand everything perfectly well😏

You can forget about hugs with Flashy Flash

Alright, almost forget

He lets you cling to him but doesn't wrap his arms around you or even put his hand on your side

Like I said, he's not fan of hugging and struggles with showing affection for you

Flashy doesn't want to hurt your feelings by pushing you away from him

That's why he prefers to just stand there like this🧍

Until you release him from your hug

S-class hero believes it's the best compromise

What he doesn't realise is that you start feeling like you're annoying your boyfriend

Or he doesn't even want to touch you...

This hurts

Soon Flash notices how corners of your lips curl downwards and your eyes seem to lose their light each time you hug him and pull away, not feeling any mutuality

After a while, you stop snuggling against him

For some reason, Flashy Flash doesn't like this at all

Gladly, you both talk it out

(you're quite surprised when your boyfriend brings up this issue in one of your conversations, as you thought he didn't care about that at all)

The next time you hug Flash, a muscular arm drops over your shoulder and caresses it in a soothing way

What amazes you more is that Flashy Flash even initiates semihugs

And who would know that the S-Class Rank 10 professional hero is clingy when it comes to cuddles?

No, of course he doesn't drop his serious façade and acts like he doesn't need this sort of affection

But the way he holds you tighter in bed and moves closer to you when you're both cuddling tells you otherwise

It'd be even funnier if he preferred being the small spoon

But, oh well, he likes to your protector

What else can I say?

Flashy Flashy may be not a professional hugger and cuddler, but he's not bad either😉

Zombieman actually likes hugging you

He'll be hesitant to pull you into his embrace because he'll be damned if he make you upset by doing something you're uncomfortable with

So he asks if he could hug you on one of your dates

And you happily let him do so

Later, Zombieman just opens his arms, silently inviting to his embrace, instead of asking

He also tends to do that as a way to greet you

Your boyfriend, being the gentleman he is, definitely puts his hand on your lower back or side when you're walking in public to make sure you don't get lost

And you, being the loving girlfriend you are, cling closer to him only to feel his grip gently tighten around you

Fun fact: even though he's a zombie and his body is cold, he can keep you warm in his embrace

And cool you down as well if it's hot for you

His hugs are always tender and delicate

And of course cuddles as well

He may come off as a serious professional hero who is not snuggly at all

But in reality, it's all otherwise

Zombieman adores late-night evenings when both of you lay in bed and talk about anything, spooning each other

(ah, the way he looks at you while you're babbling about your day🥹)

Really, these evenings are everything to him

He has his beloved woman by his side whom he can listen to forever, and all of his worries melt away

What can be better than that?

You don't know it, but when you fall asleep in your lover's arms, he stays awake for a while just to simply appreciate the moment and your sleeping form

He feels like the luckiest man on Earth

And he is ;)

Anyway, Zombieman loves holding you in his arms and feeling your presence

It makes him feel like human☺️

Another hug enjoyer!

Definitely will be nervous to pull you into his arms tho

So you'll have to make the first move

And after that, King clasps you into his embrace every chance he gets

But not in a clingy way

He sees hugs as a way to support you, show his love for you, and just... feel happy, you know?

His mood always brightens when he has you in his arms, your face burried in his neck and his head is resting on top of yours (or his hands pat you)

When you share some good news with your boyfriend, he opens his arms with a broad smile, like some kind of miracle happened

(he looks like a cute, enthusiastic boy <3)

And you get pulled into a bear hug

(if you don't like these types of hugs, he won't do that, of course)

What else you should know is that King gets super shy about wrapping his arms around you in crowded places

He feels awfully awkward to take action for some reason

(both of you know that it's due to his social anxeity)

But he'll be grateful if you take the lead and at least hug his arm

When it gets less crowded, he feels at ease and can hug your shoulders

At home, hugs with him immediately turn into cuddles

Come on, he is hikkan and otaku

Of course he'd love to bask in your love

To lay his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat with closed eyes, as you sigh contentedly and play with his fair

As you could have guessed, you're the big spoon most of time

However, when you're both playing videogames or reading manga, he likes to have you on his lap and place his chin on your shoulder

The same goes to when you're taking bath together

In other cases, I believe King will be the small spoon

What can I say? He's your baby boy😚

[fr33time]

First off? Wow, second off? WOW.

Obviously my thoughts post on episode 16, WOW! That was a ride and I love this episode now, is it on par with the latest Jabberwock episode for me? Maybe.

Spoilers for episode 16 + a couple theories maybe?

I took so many god damn pictures OH MY LORD. First off I want to talk about episode 17 because like????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN “WAVES OF LOVE” AND THE MC IS IN A CUTE DRESS WALKING TOWARDS A LIMO!!! I hope… I hope I hope I HOPE there’s more romance. To speak on that for a moment? A dump of all my favourite moments.

Lyca is so adorable, I’m so happy we got a cameo from him AND the best mini storyline. His rivalry with that fox is so funny, when he leaves and shouts “shaddap! We’ll finish this later, dumb fox!!!” I was giggling. He is just so cute lmao. Don’t even get me started on the formal introduction to Elias, he even calls the mc “dear heart” which is just UGH 💕

Kill me 💀 crying and throwing up at these screenshots. You can’t tell me “waves of love” isn’t going to have more “romance” with photos like these. On a real note, I know there won’t be any romance… but a girl can only dream. I’ll have that Ritsu photo till the day I die.

Aside from my favourite moments, I’m glad there’s more explanation on Hyde as a character. Even outside of this episode, you can tell that Sho does not like his brother or atleast doesn’t want the mc caught in his mess. He doesn’t like it when they mention him at all. This appears in his affinity 10 story I believe, where (spoilers) Hyde wants you to give Sho a gift and Sho just tells the mc flat out that they shouldn’t accept anything from him. I do not like Hyde at all, I saw someone point out in the discussion tab on the episode that Hodge and Podge were mad at Hyde for tricking the mc, so they made a warding card. I want to see his downfall so bad because poor Romeo has to suck up to him.

Also that whole thing with Haru being in Dionysia? WOW. Honestly I’ve been guessing that he was apart of Sinostra for the longest time because he’s just a litttle bit greedy and he knows how to sway customers. After seeing what kind of place Dionysia was, it all comes together. Honestly I think Haru transferred because of Towa… I am a firm believer in the theory that Towa is the male mermaid that Hyde spoke about (I hope there’s more insight into who supplied the mermaid flesh btw, that is reallyyyy interesting). If I were to say anything I think Towa was transferred into Darkwick a year prior, liked Haru because of his whimsy, and Haru transferred to Jabberwock to look after Towa to put it simply. I’m just over here making assumptions so don’t quote me hehe.

I’m writing this very late at night so I will expand on everything if I forget something. Overall I loved the episode, I’m not super hard into analyzing stuff because I go based off of feelings. Trust me I will watch the worst movie ever and still find enjoyment in it.

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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With love and big tits, Rose.

10: Real Moans & Fake Dreams

wc: 1900+

This was it. I was finally gonna be completely done, no ties left. 

Hayden’s door was daunting, the wood feeling like a cold steel against my knuckles as I knocked and waited. I didn’t know how long I’d be waiting, I gave him no warning, but I knew I had to give him his stuff and I wanted my own back. 

Typically he’d be home around this time, anyhow. A Thursday evening was not his party night or a work infiltrated time either. I’m not surprised when I hear footsteps collapse towards the door. However, I am surprised when I see the same red hair. 

“Oh, I…”

I stop her from rambling, waving my hand to gesture. “Hey, I just…I wanna drop his shit off and pick whatever's mine up. I won’t be long.”

The girl backs up, allowing me space to maneuver in. Barren and quiet - except for some light music humming throughout the house, music Hayden would never play. It was music that I liked. 

“He’s not home,” she announces. 

A weight is lifted off my shoulders as I rummage through to his room, dropping the bag of his stuff on the bed before starting to rummage through the drawers. I hear her behind me, I feel her behind me. 

“Can I…ask you something?” 

Her soft tone makes my body feel stiff. I let myself turn to face her for a brief moment, nodding before entering the ensuite bathroom and gathering the various products that belonged to me. “Yeah, I guess.” 

The sight of the perfume I got myself lays on the countertop. I had saved up to buy it, only for Hayden to say he didn’t want me to use it since it was too strong. It made his nose itch. 

“Why are you dragging this out? Hayden really just wants this to be over and done with and the fact that you’re only now-,” 

Slamming the drawer shut, I scoff at her. The anger boils through my body, simmering down with a wave of realization - she doesn’t know. 

“I can’t believe this stupid motherfucker.” I whisper to myself, picking up the perfume only to notice it’s not as heavy. Was he using my fucking perfume? The one he didn’t even like?

I get side tracked as I stare into the bedroom, seeing the girl with her hands interlocked on her lap. She’s beautiful. Intimidatingly ethereal. No wonder he was tempted. 

“I’m Ivy, by the way.” 

Ivy. Her voice, her name, all of it sounded so pretty it felt like it had to be fake. 

“Well. Ivy, I’m not dragging shit out. I don’t know what he’s told you, but if you truly didn’t know, I’m sorry. I just - when I came over and first saw you is when we broke up. That was what? A week ago?” I ponder out loud, scratching my head with resentment as I analyze just how empty the bottle of perfume is. 

Was he spraying it just to piss me off? 

“What?” she says, looking at me with utter confusion, her eyes falling to the bottle in my hands. “He got that as a gift for me, he said you’re his crazy ex that won’t accept that he’s dumped you months ago-,”

“Months ago?” My eyes bulge with disbelief. I turn the bottle upside down, analyzing the glass for the chip. Sure enough, it’s there. I had dropped it when he kept screaming at me for even trying to use it. 

“This is mine, look,” I say, pointing to the chip. Ivy stands closer, her eyes furrowing. “I dropped it when I bought it months ago. We’ve been dating for three months, I - how long have you two been dating?” I ask. 

She shifts on her feet, the wooden floors creaking beneath us with an awkward silence. “Almost three months. I - I’m sorry, I,” she shakes her head, staring at the ground, laughing dryly. “Fuck, how could I be so stupid? All the signs were there, jesus…”

“You really didn’t know?” 

My question lingers in the air for a minute. Ivy swallows thickly, twiddling with her fingers before staring up at me with a sad smile. “If I knew he had another girlfriend I wouldn’t have made him an entire week's worth of lunches this morning.” 

Oh. 

She made him lunch. I usually made him dinner. 

“I mean,” she starts, her voice wobbling as she brings her hand up to her necklace, dwindling the charm in between her pointer and thumb, “-I wouldn’t have made a goddamn sex tape with him if I had known.” 

Her hand slaps over her mouth, distraught tears leaking down her face accompanied with a brown mascara streaks. “He watches it all the time, what am I supposed to do? I said I’d never do that and I did and now…now he just has it!” she panics. 

Sex tape. 

Her voice. 

The bathroom. 

The fucking video he was jerking off to while I made us dinner. It was her. I know it was her. Her voice sounded so perfect it felt fake. 

And the perfume. Hayden gave it to her. He didn’t have an issue with the scent, he had an issue with me leaving any trace behind. 

“I…” Running speechless, I place a hand on her shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

Ivy sniffles, shrugging and shaking her head. “It’s not your fault and I - I don’t know. I’m sorry too, I really am.” 

This was fucked.

It was all fake. 

___

So many emotions and confusions had piled into one big mess. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. All I know is I ended up pushing buttons on my phone, sending a text before I could even rethink it. 

|  To Matt: Come over please.  |

I needed relief. Matt had never failed me. But I was starting to regret it as more time ticked past with no response. Maybe he would fail me. Maybe I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. 

My worries are silenced by a sudden knock. I hesitantly walk towards the door, slightly started by the abrupt noise. Turning my hand on the knob, I swing it open just a crack, my face softening with realization as I see his face - Matt’s face. 

He’s always there.

Opening my door fully, I pull him inside. I hear him shuffle to take his shoes and coat off, mumbling through harsh breaths. He rushed here, that was apparent. 

That made me feel important. 

“-got here as fast as I could, what did you-,” 

As he stands up to face me, we both become speechless. It’s like we can feel the change, some sort of shift that’s made it all seem so much… closer. 

He’s never looked at me this way before. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that makes my mouth run dry, my hands clutching onto my sides as I stare up at him. 

“I, uh…just…” Matt stalks closer to me as I try to speak. My mind runs frigid with each inch of distance closing between us, his body heat radiating towards me with such a comforting relief, something I want more of.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, brushing some of my hair before cupping my shoulder and slightly massaging it. Has it always been this refreshing to be with him? I feel drunk, so light I could float away. 

I give him a simple nod, swallowing thickly. It feels like there’s a magnet in my chest, one that keeps pulling me closer to him. 

“Me either,” he says, his head tilting slightly to the side as he analyses my face. It’s so silent, yet I feel like someone is screaming. Alarm bells going off in my head that I just can’t quite place. Not when he looks at me like this. 

A slight gurgle from my stomach echoes. The tinge of heat on my cheek burns more, embarrassment flooding my system as Matt lets out a dry laugh. 

“C’mon, let’s go take care of you,” he says, offering his hand out as he slips back into his shoes. 

“Where are we going?” I quip. 

Matt shrugs, sparing me an innocent smile, “Don’t worry about it. Just get your shoes and I’ll take care of the rest.”

___

No lies were said. I didn’t have to worry about a single thing, not even the aux. Matt had taken us through my favorite drive through, stopping the car right in front of the beach. The beach that had a familiar set of cement stairs not too far away. 

It felt nostalgic, it felt nourishing. 

Shitty, greasing food and small conversation made the moon seem a little bit brighter. I rambled on about Ivy. Matt was astonished by the whole situation, especially because I didn’t even really seem that upset about it. Well, except for the perfume. 

“Does this…does this change things for us?” he asks, crumpling the trash and throwing it all into one bag. 

It was a valid question. Honestly, I had been wondering about the same ever since. 

“I don’t know.” I state, waves crashing onto the shore and the breeze being the only hum of noise. 

Peaceful, calm, and curious. The three words seem to create a beautiful yet dangerous atmosphere. 

“Thank you for the food. And coming over, I,” I look over to him, seeing him already staring at me with an unreadable expression written on his face. “-I really appreciate it.” 

I appreciate him. 

The words are tickling the edge of my tongue, stopped by uncertainty. Why couldn’t things just be simple? 

“Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like if we met sooner?” he asks, turning his attention back towards the ocean in front of us. 

I can’t seem to hold back. “All the damn time.” I answer, not sparing another doubt before leaning my head onto his shoulder. It’s intimate, but it’s sad. A devastating reminicast feeling casting over us like a dark, dreary cloud. 

“Me too.” he repeats, dragging my legs over his own and starting to rub up and down my calves. “I’ve asked that question every single day. Especially at night, I…I always have these dreams, about you - about us. Sometimes I’ll wake up and think that I’m still living in my dream. But then, you’re not there, you’re…you’re never there. And it just hurts.” 

His voice cracks. I feel something inside of my chest splinter, a sharp sting of pain erupting as I curl myself closer to him. 

“It’s a bad habit, an obsessive one. I just…I know it should’ve been us and - and it still could be. Why can’t you see that?” 

The question seems to penetrate hard. My ears ring as I look at the sand blankly. “I’ve always said I’d never be a cheater. But…I became one. I feel like I don’t even know myself and I…I would rather lose you now than be crushed. I’ve never felt like this and it’s-” 

“When have I ever not been there for you? Can’t you see this is killing me? I tried to be just your friend. I realized I couldn’t, but - I still settled. I settled because being your friend was better than losing you completely,” he mutters, his hands clutching onto my legs as if I might just be a dream. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just so… lost. I need time and I,” I sit up, pushing my hair aggressively out of my face, “I don’t know what’s wrong and what’s right anymore. I just don’t wanna fuck things up more.” 

Matt sighs, turning to me with a certain softness in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m melting. 

“Why not?” His blunt words cut through the air with precision, my mind reeling over the sudden realization as he continues to speak with a quieter voice, “What do we have to lose?”

[itoshiabi]

!Bllk Boys finding out you write about other anime characters on Tumblr!

Pt.1- Isagi, Bachira, Sae

ISAGI YOICHI

It was just another quiet afternoon at Isagi's place. You were in the shower, steam curling around the tiles, when your phone buzzed loudly on the kitchen table. Isagi glanced over and saw "Mom" flashing on the screen.

Being the good boyfriend he was, he answered with a polite, "Hello? Oh! Yes, ma'am, it's Yoichi. She's just in the shower right now."

He chatted smoothly, like always—humble, respectful, and just the right amount of charm. Within minutes, he'd earned your mom's blessing to let you stay the night. Again.

With a small grin, he was just about to set your phone down when a notification lit up the screen.

"Congratulations! You've got 100k likes!!!"

He blinked. A proud smile tugged at his lips. He knew you were into writing anime analysis on Tumblr, and even though you always waved it off as "nerdy essays," he genuinely admired your passion. He'd never snooped—he respected your space—but today was clearly a big deal.

Curiosity got the best of him.

He tapped the notification and was taken straight to your Tumblr profile. His brow furrowed slightly at the username:

Mrs. Yagami?!

He scrolled.

Post #1:

"Every time Light writes in the Death Note, I melt. That insane smirk, the god complex, the pure intelligence. Literally chef's kiss."

He blinked.

Post #2:

"Kira's moral decay only makes him hotter. I'd let him judge me. Honestly, I'd thank him for it."

He stared blankly at your phone, lips parting slightly in disbelief.

16,000 followers.

Dozens of posts.

All thirsting after… a fictional mass murderer.

Just then, the bathroom door opened. You stepped out, towel around your hair, humming softly—only to freeze at the sight of Isagi holding up your phone like it was a crime scene photo.

"Is this why you always say you love 'guys with plans'?"

Your heart dropped.

"Yoichi......"

His voice was filled with disbelief. "You'd let Kira use you?"

He looked genuinely wounded, like you'd just passed the ball to the opposing team during the final seconds of a tied game.

You winced. "Okay, it's not like that—"

"I literally study strategy, analyze match data and create counter plays!" he said, dramatically gesturing to himself. "Where's my blog post?"

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. "He writes names in calligraphy. It's hot."

Isagi squinted at you like you'd just personally offended every footballer alive. "I write goals on the scoreboard."

"And you look really cute doing it."

That shut him up for a second. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"I'm not mad," he mumbled. "I think it's cool you write. And that so many people love your stuff. But you could've told me about… your taste in fictional guys. I could've at least tried to compete."

You smiled and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Okay. So tell me—who's smarter? You, or Light Yagami?"

Isagi tilted his head, thoughtful. "Light didn't even realize L was sitting across from him the whole time. I'd have figured that out in, like, five minutes."

"Exactly," you said with a smirk.

He grinned proudly, but still handed your phone back with a little pout. "Write a post about me next. Title it… I don't know… 'Yoichi Yagami would never kill me.'"

You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Deal."

BACHIRA MEGURU

Bachira was in the kitchen, happily humming to himself while blending up a smoothie. Fruit chunks danced in the blender as he swayed to his own rhythm.

Your phone buzzed on the counter.

He glanced over casually, wiping his hands on a towel.

"@narutosrealwifey just posted: 'Imagine Naruto holding your hand during a battle… sigh.'"

His head tilted. Curiosity piqued, he tapped the notification. A bright, orange-themed blog popped up. Naruto gifs bounced across the screen, and right at the top was your newest post:

"He's sunshine. He'd fight the world for me and still smile like a golden retriever. Naruto is the blueprint."

Bachira blinked as he scrolled down.

"I'd marry Naruto in a ramen shop and raise ninja babies."

He stared at your phone like it had betrayed him.

That's when you walked back in, grocery bags in hand, only to find your boyfriend squinting at your screen like he'd discovered a plot twist.

"You're cheating on me… with an anime ninja?"

You set the bags down and burst out laughing. "What?"

He pointed dramatically at the phone. "You called him sunshine. But I'm your only sunshine!"

You tried to keep a straight face. "You are, but Naruto's a sunshine with trauma. And he still smiles through it."

Bachira looked personally offended. "I could have trauma! I'd smile through it too!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Bachira......"

"I'll stop smiling for a week!" he declared. "I'll wear black and sulk in dark corners! I'll brood!"

You snorted. "You'd start humming halfway through a villain monologue."

"Okay, true," he admitted.

Then, as if struck by inspiration, he grabbed a ladle and dramatically stuck it on his head like a makeshift headband.

"I'll be your Hokage," he declared, puffing out his chest. "Believe it, dattebayo!"

You collapsed into giggles. "Bachira, You're ridiculous."

He grinned brightly, the "sunshine" you knew and loved.

"Yeah," he said, leaning closer with a wink, "But I'm your ridiculous sunshine."

SAE ITOSHI

Sae wasn't one to pry. He respected your space, rarely even glanced at your notifications. But when your tablet buzzed beside him while you were in the shower, a headline on the lock screen caught his eye:

"Suguru Geto Supremacy: Why I'd Let a Sorcerer Break My Heart."

He raised an eyebrow.

Without much thought, he unlocked the screen—your password was easy, just his jersey number—and the blog loaded instantly.

Post #1:

"Geto is tragic, powerful, and quietly intense. He's impossible not to love. I'd let him destroy me with a single look."

Sae blinked once. Then scrolled.

Post #2:

"A man who believes in broken ideals and still walks forward? Yes, please. Also: ridiculously hot."

You walked out of the bathroom moments later, towel over your shoulders, and noticed him silently staring at the screen.

"You said what about a dead villain?" he asked flatly, still scrolling.

You cringed. "Oh. You found that."

He didn't look up. "You have a whole blog about him."

You laughed nervously. "It's just for fun. Analysis. Fan stuff."

"And you date me?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. You're the emotionally distant version with better hair."

That made him scoff—just barely, but you caught it.

"He's a villain. He dies."

You shrugged as you grabbed a hair tie. "He dies hot."

Sae shut the tablet and stood. "Unbelievable."

He walked off, hands in his pockets.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

[Sae]: Hope you enjoy emotionally unavailable men. I'm ignoring you for the next six hours.

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

He lasted thirteen minutes.

He returned, casually leaned against the doorframe, and muttered, "You really think his hair's better than mine?"

You grinned. "Not even close."

[yaseraphine]

short-medium mercury observations bcuz I am feeling silly

A little silly astro obs until I am finished with the capricorn rising one. This post is just leo mercury non sense please don't mind me

I feel like a lot of water mercuries, especially scorpio mercuries, don’t talk much. They tend to observe, analyze and stay kind of out of the conversation. They only speak when it’s necessary. The opposite of a yapper basically

They also tend to have deep voices, both for men and women.

Capricorn mercuries can be a bit like this too. Really dry texters (as a leo mercury it gives me anxiety i feel like they hate me when they talk to me.. like if you hate me just tell me ☹️💔😭)

I genuinely don’t understand capricorns, and capricorn energy. Except when it’s in the ascendant or Venus, their energy is unreadable to me. Whenever I interact with a Capricorn, I feel like they hate me and don’t want to be there because they are not really expressive when they speak and are really direct and realists in their talking style. As a Leo mercury, I feel so judged 🫠😟Like if you hate me just say that💔😭😫

I am super expressive when I speak, kind of like a theater kid. Kind of like the voices in cartoons. Overtly excited when saying worldly stuff, like talking about the weather in the most dramatic way. When I speak, my tone goes up and down, it feels like you’re on a roller coaster when you interact with me. I have had people coming to me many times in the streets or the library telling me that I am too loud and that I should lower my voice to be respectful lol💀🤡💩 sorry😀

Aries and Leo mercuries, sometimes sag mercuries : we can’t shut the f up to save our lives lol the number of times i have been kicked out of class with my friends at school for being too loud, and laughing too much i can’t even count help-💀🤪🤠

Mercury in Sagittarius are so funny but at the same time so cringe my mom has it and she always makes corny dad jokes and she’s always the only one laughing at the diner table lmaoo

Mercuries in Gemini are so fucking smart, not in a genius way, but they can pick up on stuff so easily. Like understanding a text, or seeing the main points of a text without reading it in its entirety. They are really good at making connections between things, and connections that make sense. They are generally as logical as virgo mercuries, but they lack the meticulous side. They are pretty much to me a virgo mercury with ADHD on crack lol I'd say instead of being smart, they are more so perceptive, insightful or astute.

Some Mercury in Pisces sometimes speak so cryptically that it gets hard to understand, once they open their mouths, where they are going with what they’re trying to say. Their talking style is kind of surreal and romantic. They tend to create new words, and change up the grammar and verb conjugations. Their sensitivity and capacity to perceive things that cannot be seen by the naked eye is what makes them invent those words, because the already existing vocabulary isn’t enough to express this hyper specific thing or feeling they have.

Mercury in Pisces and Mercury in Virgo were placements that I found in the biggest readers I know. Both love reading and writing, and they have a thing for romance novels or fantasy books from what I've seen. Really delulu people in their own respective ways 🫡 but at the same time really talented 😁😍

the type of fiction virgo and pisces mercuries be writing on AO3 and Quotev instead of being productive members of society :

i just know a pisces mercury was behind this soul crushing poem ����😔😿🫂

[certainlynotasimp]

oh just a little tip, i think it would be wise if you added the spanish translations somewhere inside the fics, this could be at the end or next to the spanish sentence, since you can’t copy text from posts it’s hard to translate since you have to type everything in google translate by hand <33 anyways i loved your fic, you’re very talented and i can’t wait to see more of miguel and his beloved sunshine.

you know what might be funny? if they were on a mission and got hit with a gas that switches their personalities🤣 now that would be something i would pay to see 😂

From Your Point of View

((Miguel O’ Hara x Female! Reader))

A/N: Hello~✨ Thank you so much for the request and the critique. I have now added some translations at the bottom of the fanfics because I forgot how weird tumblr can be about copy and pasting stuff😅. Also I hope that I didn’t disappoint with this as I was kinda struggling on what to write for this one.

-Still haven’t seen the movie so be warned I may get some stuff wrong-

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname not their name)), bioweapons, kinda graphic injuries, Outta Character and Outta pocket behavior, and Google Translated Spanish. ((Thank you @22carolina08 for reviewing it before I posted it))

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The cackle of women enjoying the fruits of their labors filled the corridor of the abandoned warehouse as they surrounded the machine they were working on. It was a tall glass sphere with some kind of purple dust floating around inside while two titanium computers stood on either side of the device.

The three women standing around it were a set of Green Goblins who jumped from different dimensions to find a universe where there wasn’t an arachnid hero to stop them from using a bomb to take control of the city.

However they didn’t expect there to be four spidermen to be observing them around the property with one little spider hiding along the walls of their lair.

“Lyla,” Miguel whispers as he observes the meeting from the top of another warehouse. “Analyze the contents of that bomb and tell me how bad it is.”

The yellow AI materializes in front of him as Miguel tries to swat her away like a fly, not wanting her to compromise his location. Lyla rolls her eyes and explains, “The dust in that little bomb they have is made from spores of this rare mushroom. It’s been reported that inhaling the spores can cause drastic changes in behavior, mood swings, and mild hallucinations. Most cases detail paitents becoming aggressive and violent.”

Jessica’s voice buzzes through the intercom as she quips, “So they are planning on driving the city into a state of panic?”

“Sounds like it.” Ben Riley gruffs in annoyance. Miguel couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he knows the Scarlet Spider was still pissed that he couldn’t go ahead and stop the goblins.

“Sounds like a party to me, mate.” Hobie cracks as he watches from the ground. “Oi, Sunny, Dear? Wanna crash their party?”

“Yes, a party of people violently hurting each other and causing mass chaos does sound like fun.” Miguel grumbles saracastially before scolding Hobie. “She can’t reply to you, Brown. Not when she’s undercover.”

Miguel can barely make out her outline with the infared of his mask lens, but he can see his little jumping spider wander among the goblins unseen.

A big advantage to have someone with his beloved’s powers. She had almost every trait of the typical spider men, but she had a unique camouflaged ability. Without the suit Miguel made her, she can lower her heart rate and rapidly chill her body temperature so she can remain undetected by infared. She can also go invisible for a few moments without the suit, but both abilities are limited due to how strenuous it was on her being.

The suit allows her to remain undetected for a much longer time and prevents her from putting too much strain on her body. The slight heat the suit emits to keep her body functioning is the only thing that Miguel can use to track her. A major drawback of her gift is that physically she’s not as strong as the others, but she can handle herself in a fight.

Of course, he’s always there to help her. Her protective predator and his gentle prey. A match made in heaven as Jess always jokes.

“(L/N).” Miguel whispers into the com as he watches his love sneak around the device. “Attach the bug I gave you to the main computer so Lyla can deactivate the bomb.”

He makes a signal to the others to tell them to be ready for the ambush. The plan was suppose to be a simple get in and out. The invisible web shooter would get the bomb deactivated while Miguel, Hobie, and Ben rush in and take out the goblins. Jess served as support in case the villains ran past them. It was suppose to be an easy mission. Until it wasn’t.

As the bomb got deactivated, a light beep from the monitor causes the Goblins to turn around and notice that someone tampered with their bomb. Before the little spider could escape, one of the Goblins throws a jack o lantern explosive at her, causing the glass vial to exploded.

Miguel’s blood ran cold as he witnesses his love engulfed in black and purple smoke, and all reason went out the window as he rushed into the contaminated warehouse to save her.

“Miguel, wait!” Jessica screams out she drives her bike in front of the other two spidermen trying to rush in.

“What gives, Drew?” Hobie snaps, concern burning in his eyes. “We gotta get in there.”

“Not without these.” She snaps back as she hands the boys four sets of gas masks. “Lyla said it’s transmitted through air. Hurry up and put these on.”

Ben grumbles and slams the mask on before running in while Hobie and Jessica share a look. “You think Sunny will be alright?” The spiked spider asks as he places the gas mask on his already covered face.

“She better be.” Jessica sighs. “I definitely don’t want to find out how Miguel will react if she wasn’t.”

With that Hobie runs in while Jessica calls for backup to help contain the spores seeping from the windows.

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“Vitals appear to be normal.” Spider-Doc mutters to the three spider people surrounding one of the hospital beds. “O’Hara and (L/N) are both looking good on blood pressure and brain activity, so I expect them to wake up anytime soon.”

Thankfully, Hobie and Ben managed to capture the green goblin trio and reinforcements came just in time to contain the spread of the bio weapon. However, both Miguel and his companion were found bloody and unconscious when they found them.

The beloved spider woman had most of the damage with several shards of glass impaled into her back and arm while gaining a severe concussion. The team figured that in the rush of the moment and his vision obscured by the cloud of dust, the goblins took Miguel by surprise and got him with three sharp projectiles while he was trying to help Sunny.

Despite the horrific scene, both of them were deemed to be alright after some surgery and the only physical damage was Sunny’s now broken arm, which should heal in about a week thanks to the signature spiderman super healing. The only worry was the psychological damage.

Both were definitively exposed to large quantities of the gas and from what Lyla had said about the mental effects of the spores, they were worried about an invisible spider and her beast of a companion tearing everything apart.

Jessica sighs as she sadly gazes at the broken and restrained bodies of her friends as Hobi places a small bear on his little friend’s bed.

“Didn’t Lyla say anything about how that antitoxin is coming along?” Peter says as he bites his nail.

Spider-Doc nods as his lens shifts to appear like he’s hopefully smiling. “Lyla has said thanks to the samples from their suits, an antitoxin will be finished in two days.”

“Two days?!” Hobie snaps up. “We are about to have two spidermen possibly going on a rampage if we piss them off. I don’t think we can wa-“

A soft groan emits from the bed beside the ranting anarchist and everyone’s attention breaks from the poor doctor and onto the small spider. Her eyes flutter open as she frowns at her surroundings.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Jessica soothes as she helps the disoriented girl sit up in her bed.

“I’m fine.” The girl said in an unusually blunt way. Her eyes now harden in an annoyed expression as she looks around at the group. “Next time, you guys should be more considerate to someone recovering from having their shit rocked.” She scolds before growling at the pain.

The sight of the sweet girl now acting so bothered towards their presence was so unsettling, but not unexpected. They were aware the sweet girl they knew was gonna be changed by the gas, but it’s still disturbing.

As they all stare at the glaring girl, a deep groan comes from the bed next to her as her attention focuses on her love. Her anger emerges as she snaps back to the spiders.

“What the fuck did y’all do to him?! Was it that asshole Ben Riley? I’m gonna kick his ass if he’s the reason my Miggy is in-“

“Cariño?” A soft mutter causes her verbal rampage to end as a pair of ruby eyes focused on her. Once she meets his eyes, an uncharacteristically soft grin comes over his face as he mumbles sweetly. “Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes?””

“I’m fine.” The girl mumbles as she tries to keep her stern face while a little dusting of blush takes over. “What about you?”

Miguel chuckles at her face and gently reaches over and caresses her hand as he swoons, “Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.”

The group of spidermen looked at Miguel horrified as he looks up at them. Expecting him to snap at them or try and escape his restrains, but he doesn’t do either. He gives them a bright friendly smile as he cheers, “Oh, you guys made it out alright. I’m glad we are all still here together. Great job, everyone.”

Hobie backs up a couple of steps trying to calm his raging heart before he had a heart attack from the shock. Jessica looks at him disturbed as she silently records the duo on her phone to show her husband later. Peter calls Lyla on his gizmo as his face looses all color.

The AI emerges out of the gizmo with a cheery, “Hello~ you ringed?”

“What’s wrong with Miguel?” Peter snaps as he hears Sunny immediately yell at him about what he said about her Miggy.

“Oh I meant to warn you about that. Well the aggression is on a most case scenario kinda thing, not an every case thing. Since Miguel is more genetically altered with spider than Little Miss Sunshine, his natural aggression cancels out the one caused by the bio weapon.” The assistant explains.

Hobie laughs at this as he looks at the now confused Miguel, “So our big bad leader is as harmless as a kitten now?”

“Yep.” Lyla giggles. “And because our sunny pants there was as dangerous as a jumping spider before this, she’s now part of the majority percentaile.”

“What the fuck did you say about Migue, you twig?!” The formerly harmless girl bucks in her restraints as her protective nature causes her to want to thrash the punk star.

“Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…” A now teary eyed Miguel tries to sooth his partner in a shaky calm voice.

That was when Jessica realized a mistake they made. When they restrained the pair earlier, Miguel was placed in titanium bands that crossed over his chest, arms, legs and hips. Since Sunny wasn’t considered a ‘major’ threat in comparison, she was just held down by some chains.

Because of this, the earth deafening sound of chains shattering cause all of the spiders to scream. The AI giggles as she responds,

“I forgot to mention that the chemical not only increases aggression, but also physical strength. In humans, they would just be slightly stronger than normal, but in Miss (Y/N)’s case…”

The rest couldn’t hear what else Lyla had to say as Hobie started booking it down the hall with a pissed off Sunny hot on his heels. Jessica frantically tries to undo Miguel’s restraints as he cries for his lover to come back.

Peter sighs and asks, “How much longer until the antidote is ready?”

“I can rush it for you. Should take another 3 hours hopefully.”

“Do you have any tranquilizers?” Peter asks as a now free Miguel tries to chase down his angry lover.

“No~”

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Translations:

Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes? - Hello, my pretty girl, how are you feeling?

Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…- My love, please calm down...He's not trying to be rude…

Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.- I feel like I can take on a bull now that I've seen your beautiful face, my love.

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[v6quewrlds]

Cassie I got a fic ideaaaaa so I was tryna find pics for Justin with glasses (only found sunglasses and not regular glasses—cause he doesn’t wear them) cause I was tryna see sum for a project 👀 He’s tall, hot, smart (like hello that’s Mr.Academic Heisman) Please make something about stereotypical Nerdy!Justin X Reader

Hear me out I can just imagine Mr. Academic Heisman himself, big-brained, big-hearted, big… well, everything 😉

From 1.cute, innocent, playful to 2. hot, softdom

1.

—He has zero idea he’s hot when he’s concentrating. Like hoodie sleeves pushed up, jaw clenched, glasses sliding down his nose, muttering under his breath while doing Sudoku for fun.

-His browser tabs still open and they say things like:

“how to tell if she likes you back without being weird”

“do girls like forehead kisses??”

“first date conversation topics science-backed”

He’s ridiculously gentle with reader. Carries reader’s backpack without her asking. Offers his hoodie when it’s even remotely chilly. Bends down slightly whenever he talks to reader even though reader never said reader minded his height.

He holds doors open longer than necessary. Not because he’s trying to be polite, but because he doesn’t want reader to walk too far ahead. He likes being near reader. Likes the sound of her voice.

2.

-Both aren’t wildly experienced, but when reader start showing interest in things—sending flirty little “tips” from Reddit or sending him your “reading material”—he reads them all. Analyzes them like film tape. Makes notes. Comes prepared.

-He is nervous to admit the stuff reader has been curious about… and spend hours reading articles, watching tutorials, giggling, getting embarrassed but secretly turned on by the whole thing. He says “we should try that sometime” with a crooked grin.

-He starts taking mental notes in real-time during sex.

-He discovers the thrill of edging you and becomes obsessed. Not cocky about it—more like fascinated by the science of your reactions. “You twitch when I do this,” he whispers, eyes wide like he just unlocked a cheat code. AHHHHHH

-And I just know afterwards—He lays there tangled in you, breathless and pink-cheeked, and murmurs shyly, “I want to try that again. But slower. I want to memorize how you sound.”

-Prob has a praise kink, but it’s subtle.

-Him discovering he likes watching himself disappear into you??

-riding him while reading your notes aloud (😝)

-He asks for feedback like a scholar (need I say more?? Cause I cannn) and king of aftercare too

I’m so close to being a fein atp ever since the idea popped up in my head. Oh and baby let it be the glasses and all black fit from a couple of weeks ago or so and I’m GONEEEE

DAMN DAMN DAMN

1. why would you send this to me and tell me that i have to write it? bc i wanna read this asap but i CAN’T 😭😭😭

2. your mind is really, truly blessed bc i would never think of something this delicious and i’m so grateful that you did

3. the thought of her getting used to him carrying her bags between classes, studying for their bio exams together, assumes he’ll hold every door for her. like them being a couple long before they ever figure out that their suppressed feelings are mutual.

4. when they do get together, being vulnerable enough to admit to each other that they’re not super experienced and need a little bit of time to figure out what they like/want. so they’re sharing those stupid little twitter posts like “listening to a cute boy yap while i bounce on it”, excerpts from novels, every thought that passes through their shy little brains.

5. “we should try that sometime” in reference to yapping while bouncing on it? 🤨

6. him making the little discoveries about what makes her gasp and moan and go completely silent. he’s taking notes for sure, unlocking new combinations like he’s playing a video game. and not just noting it but telling her about his little observations bc there are no secrets between them????

7. discovering all his little kinks with her. and yeah he’s like semi-aware that he prob has a few of them but the depth of how much he likes hearing her praise, or overstimulating her, the size kink which should’ve been a given considering the whole 6’6” thing.

8. do not start thinking about his glasses fogging up when he goes down on her 😔 he refuses to wear contacts off the field bc he knows that it just gets her going

9. mr academic heisman teaching her about football and getting so warm and fuzzy whenever they’re watching a game and she’s making progress on recognizing the flow of the game, pointing out penalties, wearing his jersey…

10. in conclusion, i’m writing this out ty

[odileeclipse]

BYE I forgot to sign off my🃏anon status.... It was me that talked about how to fix your posting problem LMAO happy to help! I ate up the chapters anyways they were SO GOOD

anyways. onto the fun stuff. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY?????? With the new chapter, does this mean that the cookie closest to MC is technically Earl Grey? Then again, it makes sense, because Earl Grey has that stability to back up MC's nervous thoughts and general lack of self esteem that Chai Latte generally doesn't have. Kinda like they complete each other? How they are complete opposites but can bounce off each other so well.

I think you did a wonderful job creating the sense of disconnect the Sage feels when seeing MC with someone that's similar to him but NOT him, and how he feels out of place in the friend group for just a moment. It gives a sense of realism because to think that the person you want to get to know and want to see all their possible sides has other people who have seen them more intimately than he ever did. OUGHHH The jealousy was GLORIOUS I loved it very much. It showed Sage that although the MC is someone slowly creeping in the cracks of his heart, he has to face the fact that they may treat others as warmly or even more warmly than him. That their relationship isn't as mutually exclusive as he once deemed it to be.

It makes me wonder if before they (MC) might have developed just a small crush on Earl Grey???? Or maybe the other way around. The kind that was fleeting and was overshadowed by their camaraderie, mostly.... or it could just be a Jo and Laurie (Little Women) thing where the feelings were there, but MC or Earl Grey confused the other as the love of their life instead of the light of their life.

This makes for a really, really good dynamic though since Earl Grey and Shadow Milk are very similar, and this may be a cause for Doubt for the Sage since right now he and MC have this unseen gap they can't bridge partly due to how MC still sees him in a higher than life itself light due to their insecurity that they may never reach his level as equals. UGHHHH ODI YOUR STORY IS WONDERFUL HANDS DOWN

apologies for the long yap I really really enjoyed this sm and analyzed it down to the very letter 😭, I hope you continue on blessing us with this wonderful writing. I'll eagerly await it!! Always take your time though, and take breaks!!

-🃏

My computer shut down as I was replying and my answer got deleted im gonna crash out

But like I was saying...MC isn’t necessarily closer to one friend over the others their group is balanced, with each person playing a role that complements the rest. Earl Grey may be the grounding one, offering stability when MC’s insecurities spiral, but that doesn’t make him the closest, just the most steadying presence. Chai Latte brings warmth and energy, while Hazelnut, though not as much screen time(writing time), is the glue that holds them all together his absence is always felt, even if he isn’t always the most vocal all the time. Their dynamic works because they complete each other, each friendship filling in the gaps where the other might not. And while there may have been a time when MC and Earl Grey wondered if their bond could be something more, they naturally settled into friendship, realizing that loving each other platonically simply made the most sense.

For Shadow Milk Cookie, though, that balance is something he can’t quite slip into. He sees the way MC fits so naturally with their friends, the way their dynamic is effortless, and for a moment, he feels like an outsider looking in. He may share similarities with Earl Grey, but it only makes the contrast sharper MC never placed Earl Grey on a pedestal, never hesitated the way they do with him. And that divide, however unintentional, lingers like an unspoken truth between them. And even further down the line, even when they themselves (MC and SMC) feel there is no divide between them, the reality is there always will be a line between them, not because they can't work through it but because it's not easy to take someone off a pedestal.

[openphrase123]

i just finished this fic! it's good!

and because it's all done i want to like... be a LITTLE self indulgent and talk under the cut about some miscellaneous things that i ran into while writing it. don't click the readmore if you're interested in the fic and haven't read it yet i'm about to spoil the Whole thing.

also there is an epilogue to this fic now - go read that before this post if you're getting to this before the update!!

so!! i haven't written fanfiction in like FIVE YEARS. it's been a while! part of that is because i was doing original stuff and part of it was i was in a creative slump. so isat kind of dug me out of that and i owe it my thanks. i've been able to do a crazy amount of original work since starting this fic, it's brought back my creative discipline. in like seven years when my video game comes out you can thank isat for that probably

i originally set out thinking this was the only fic for isat i was going to write. and then as i was writing this i fell deeper into it. i kind of got out of isat a little disappointed in how it ended?? but now that i'm here i'm like ah it's fine. just cause i would have done something different in dev's position doesn't mean it's bad. it does mean i can write a bunch of fanfiction exploring things i wish had been tackled more in the game though LOL

i said this in one of the chapter authors notes but i DID start out curtain call hating loop with every fiber of my being. (as in i liked them as a character UNTIL the act 6 reveal which i thought was lame) and then i played through the game a second time knowing the loop twist and went "oh nvm this makes sense" so a lot of the loop stuff in this fic was actually written twice. originally i was just gonna have them soulmerge with siffrin and not be present at all but then i was like. no. i do want to keep this lighthearted and that's too depressing of an end for loop. i do have a loop postcanon doc so i'll go repay them for their slapdashed involvement in curtain call someday

i'm in a weird position with curtain call in that i wrote the themes and major conflicts Directly After playing through isat the first time. before i could really marinate and analyze the characters fully. so there are a lot of scenes and points where i think i wouldn't characterize certain people like that if i were to rewrite this from scratch? however i don't disagree with what i've written either - it's just an interpretation that i don't necessarily think is my favorite anymore.

neither is any of the worldbuilding i did for any of this - it works for curtain call and i think it was nice but i don't necessarily think it's my current interpretation of what the culture and people were like? i like the wishes being permanent thing, i like the language stuff, but i'd probably go in a different direction if i went through this again

i do actually still think "the forgotten island was destroyed by a volcano" is my solid headcanon explanation of what happened to it. in my heart. i think like - with siffrin as a character especially it's very important that he's always missing something, that it's not idyllically happy for them at the end of everything. so even if he can remember more from their own past, it's - you know - there's no way to go back. only forward.

in the vein of this i probably could have killed siffrin/loop's entire childhood family but i did not. mostly because i did think it was fun for him to have to explain all of those cultural taboos they broke to survive. which, of course, was not a big deal - any good parent would rather their kid be alive than lawful - but what is isat other than a vehicle to make siffrin work through every moral compulsion and spiral they experience

i had a thought halfway through writing the fic that i was stepping on the very good and beautiful odile friendquest by making the island real and having a lot of siffrin's personality dictate how it went. but i ultimately decided on keeping siffrin very close to their country, more than odile is to vaugarde, because siffrin actually DID live on the island when he was a kid and that i think is a Different type of "longing for your country" trauma than odile's. i think they can still drink over the feelings together though

writing bonnie is very fun but very emotional for me. the bonnie&siffrin age gap (preteen to late-20s) is the exact age gap between me and my niece so every time i need to sit down and write something for them i think about her and how much she's a little baby growing up. this has nothing to do with bonnie it just makes writing bonnie really hard for me

if the entire history of my ao3 account was not an indicator, i'm a very big fan of writing romance, but i did not want it to take over curtain call at all. i also could have left out sloopis entirely and almost did, but thought "you know. with the way loop functions in this fic. i should at least let that be open ended" cause sharing a body with a version of you who is dating some other guy is gonna get messy no matter what. it's just not necessarily something i had time to or the urge to explore here. think of it as a fun spiritual nod to the fact that isafrin is technically open ended in isat (<- cop out answer)

i think i'm pretty vocal in how much i am absolutely insane for the flashback "happiest i can remember being" conversation. who let them do that. i think a lot of how i worked with mirabelle and siffrin's relationship in this fic kind of revolved around that. important to me that it ends with mira checking in on him and getting the answer she was looking for all along <3

overall i'm happy with curtain call. glad i am done with it though. there's so much that's running in with it at once. i'll probably wait a month and reread the whole thing to myself front to back before i start having fond memories of this. i mean it's always gonna be the fic my nephew was born during and i'll always remember having a panic attack in the airport right after posting chapter 7 but it's gonna be weird letting this one sail off into the ocean of the internet. however feel free to ask anything about the fic, i wrote this in a lil hurry on a bad day and probably didn't cover everything

goodbye, curtain call!! i love you!!!!! i'll miss you!!!!

[looks both ways, waiting for most people to leave]

also. if you've read this far. i hope it's not too gauche of me to link my personal project. if you've read over 100k words of this you might enjoy the game i'm developing? i've been working on it for almost a year but i just started the devlog last month. it's still in early baby stages as far as a full video game goes but if you liked this you'll like the game when it comes out (similar nickname culture, timeloop trauma, petty interpersonal drama, very stupid jokes, natural disaster angst)

also there isn't a lot on the devblog yet, i've mostly been doing programming on it, i JUST started visdev i'm sorry if it's uglyyyyy (FOR NOW)

anyway i'm trusting you with that link. i'm going to use my professional name on that project when it airs don't cross the wires pretty please just pretend that's a butch-y cis woman's game <3 guard the closet door babeyyyyy

[gowerhardcastle]

What are your thoughts on ‘write what you know’ and how do you get over that fear of writing stuff that you don’t know too well about?

Oh, this is really easy.  Don’t do a lick of research.  That’s boring.  Just lie and cheat and make everything up with a completely straight face.

I have five tips for anyone who is concerned about “fear of writing stuff that you don’t know too much about.”

Here we go, in order of brazenness.

One.  Make things that you don’t know about actually about things you do know.  For example, if someone is trying to unlock a bank vault, the bank vault turns out to have been created by a specialty vault door maker with a fondness for classical Latin prosody, and the door can only be opened by someone who can correctly analyze the metrics of a poem.

Or describe things solely in epic simile. You fix the musicbox with precision, putting its scattered pieces together much like a shepherdess in a pastoral regathering her lost flock after a spring rainstorm, your hands the sheepdog; the needle-nose pliers like unto your shepherd's crook; your jeweler's loupe like the oaten pipe where with you tootle in merry and simple joy.

I have to tell you that I know about as much about shepherding as I do about musicbox fixing.

Two.  Make the narrator not care or treat technical things as beneath the reader’s notice.

There was an assortment of whatnots and so forth within the surgical suite.  Imagine, if you will, what might be properly found in a well-appointed surgical suite, and that is what was in there.

Three.  Just fake it with a straight face.  Just straight up lie and pretend you know what you are talking about.  Done correctly, you will either deceive the reader, or amuse someone who knows.

She is attaching the wires to some sort of control panel, flicking switches, and thumbing through a magazine.  The girl has multiplexors, diodes, transistors, and some other technical looking doodads spread out on the table, as well as several wires stuck into her thick black hair, as well as behind her ears, which she seems to be using as an all-purpose utility belt.

"I'm trying to increase the gain," she says.  "I think this is the parabolic antenna that I'm going to use.  But I can't figure out how to get a really tight beamwidth.  I've got .28 degrees.  But I can't get good precision, and I'm losing a lot of volume.  I'm assuming ninety percent efficiency."

Four.  Make your characters know very little.  If your characters are not too sharp, you don’t really need to be precise.  They don’t know.  Perhaps the narrator is a bit fuzzy-headed or poetic as well.

"No, I suppose not," you say.  "I think something is wrong."  Indeed, it does seem that you have been rather reduced in speed.  Something or other about the pistons or the spark plugs, you'd imagine.  You know--car things.

Five.  Fix it in post.

In Tally Ho, I had Rory have a “class ring” which later, after publication, someone told me is not a thing in the UK.

Therefore, in Tea and Scones I have the following exchange:

"I am ruined," sighs Rory, as you and Mopsie head out of the racetrack.  "I shall have to sell my Eton class ring.  My valuable, priceless class ring!" "I've told you a thousand times that there is no such thing as a 'class ring' from Eton," I say.  "That is a strange American custom.  The fellow who sold it to you duped you."

"But he said it was an ancient tradition from the alma mater!" says Rory.  "That's why it was so expensive!"

"It was a worthless trinket.  I assure you." "I don't think you know what you're talking about," says Rory.  "It was twenty-five carat gold."

See, you just lie and cheat and affect confidence.  That’s the secret.  As for what you do when you are not writing highly mannered and genteel comedy, I haven’t the faintest idea, thank goodness.

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[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Hello again! LOVE op's posts about static moth so so much they are giving me ungodly amounts of serotonin ... It's genuinely been such a joy reading your interpretations of their relationship and what makes them work the way they do. Even with the limited amount of content we have of them I believe you've nailed their respective personalities and behavior patterns spectacularly and every single post has been extremely interesting to go through and to analyze off of!

Regarding the reasons as to why Valentino likes vox as a romantic partner, I also believe part of it has to do with some of Vox's more stalkerish tendencies as well? His (not yet canon but close) Voyeurism, his constant need for control, etc.

This is more of a head canon than anything else, but I do genuinely believe Valentino enjoys the obsessive attention he can get only from Vox as it does wonders to quell his constant sense of emptiness, his subsequent feelings of abandonment, and the anxieties that follow. The fact that he knows Vox enjoys stalking him, (probably) gets off on it and is actively deriving pleasure from simply watching him go about his day may be adding to the thrill and content as well. The thing is, as generally absurd and problematic it is, this behavior seems to bring a sense of security for both Partys involved: Throughout the show during all 4 episodes that feature Valentino's presence, we have yet to see a single scene with him without at least one camera tracking his movements. They are everywhere. They follow him wherever he goes, Vox can follow him wherever he goes whenever he so chooses, even to Vals own personal quarters. They are a massive, glaring red flag and quite frankly would bring a suffocating amount of pressure and sense of captivity to any other person under the same circumstance. But Val never brings this up, so I feel he either doesn't think he's in a favourable condition to complain, or he likes the idea of Vox always having his eyes on him. For me I think it's the latter, and I think for him to act so nonchalant around vox's cameras and his potentially constant, 24/7-hour surveillance, it has to have offered him some form of comfort. It has to have made him feel good, either about himself, about the state of their relationship, or both.

(apologies for the sloppy wording, hope you have a wonderful day!)

Awww, Anon, you are so sweet! Reading your question brought me so much joy <3 I think your perspective is spot on, and I wholeheartedly agree with it. I must admit I initially omitted this aspect of their relationship from my initial response because the question specifically focused on love rather than "sexy and toxic stuff." For me, voyeurism and stalking kink are more closely related to the latter category.

That being said, Val undoubtedly enjoys having Vox's eyes always on him. Being a diva and a performer, he relishes performing for Vox, especially knowing Vox's likes all the deranged shit but desperately tries to hide it underneath his clean façade. So he’s basically like “I’m going to hit this bitch for you, Voxy. As a treat.” recognizing that Vox couldn't do it himself without tarnishing his image. In return, Val receives even more attention and admiration, perpetuating the cycle.

Since you've given me the opportunity to delve into Vox's voyeurism further, I'll add some additional insights (I've been meaning to write a proper post about it for some time now but that rabbit hole is just too deep). It's fundamentally about control, of course, and it's simply a kink. However, kinks are not merely about arousal; they involve complex psychological dynamics. People a lot smarter than me wrote a shit ton of essays about voyeurism, especially since it is a very relevant topic in the visual media era. One sentence about Lacan's interpretation of it grasps really well what I have in mind when I think about Vox:

By appropriating the other as image, the voyeur makes it an object of pleasure*, while remaining uninvolved in the other's intimacy.

It’s a parasitic relationship. A voyeur gets symbolic control over their object and it gives them the sense of being powerful. And they don’t have to offer anything themselves – no effort that is required to gain control in situations with two subjects involved, nor the vulnerability necessary in consensual relationships. They can just freely feed on others without offering anything in exchange.

Without delving too deeply into philosophy, Vox's inability to live authentically stems from his obsession with his image, his guardedness, and his need for control. This sets a lot of limitations about what he can allow himself to personalmy experience. So he derives dopamine from "stealing" others' experiences and emotions, while avoiding the effort and vulnerability required in genuine connections.

*In a broader sense, voyeuristic pleasure isn't necessarily sexual; it can manifest as the thrill some people experience from watching macabre imagery in movies, eavesdropping on neighbors' drama, or even watching overly personal vlogs.