#No I in fact cannot do what you’re asking me to do bc it’s gonna clog up my workstation for 45 minutes during the busiest part of my day

[aro-as-in-straight-as-a]

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don’t mind me im just mad as hell ill be fine in like 10 min :))))))

[undercovercameron]

a domesticated rafe cameron

summary: a bf headcanon for sir rafe m.f. cameron

notes: *NSFW NEAR THE END* i have been seeing so many headcanons for rafe as a bf recently and i used to do these all the time for other fandoms and people and holy fuck i miss and love them.. allow me to indulge myself. also a lot of these are not simply him being touchy or super cute positive ones bc he’s canonically a murderer and drug addict and felon sooo akdjdjd we all of course romanticize him but i just thought i’d say that. lemme know what you think !

tags: rafe cameron x reader

i think rafe is a very complicated kind of lover

he’s a complex ass dude as it is, so that obviously reflects in your relationships

your relationship probably started unconventionally, either because of a fuck up or drunken mistake or maybe even meeting him randomly on a golf course or on the beach and just immediately being drawn to each other

he wants someone that challenges him a Little bit but really just wants someone to go with the flow and let him take the lead

he already gets enough direction and bossy shit from his family

(probably a couple arguments have sparked because of that; he sees too much of rose or ward in you. it’s also something that draws him to you, though, so take it with a grain of salt)

on the topic of arguments, you two are no stranger to them

he always ends up apologizing though, even if you started it—he’d just much rather have your mouth on his than have it yelling at him and knows there’s always a way to get you back on his side

he’s a proud man, so his apologies are usually in the form of him complimenting you or giving entirely hypothetical situations in which he Possibly Might Be Sorry

you take it because it’s probably the best you’re gonna get

he shows his love and affection in a little different ways that other people you’ve dated

of course he’s no stranger to PDA

in fact it only puffs his chest that you want to be seen with him and touch him

he’ll never admit it, but he loves when you kiss his face

like duh,

but not just his lips, he really likes when you kiss him on the temple or just press your face to his cheek or peck at his jaw

he also likes when you hold onto his belt when getting his attention or trying to move him

a lot of your dates involve watching a movie or TV show, because truth be told he is a home body

maybe not his home, but def a home body

your house is a reminder that he is apart of your life; he sees the pictures, the movie tickets, his favorite chips (salt and vinegar, ew i know), or spares of toothbrushes and his clothes in your closet

in any social situation he is either looking at you, thinking of looking at you, touching you, or asking people where you are

he cannot stand to make small talk without his emotional support girlfriend at his side

you’re just so much funnier than all these other people

he prides himself on his ability to make you blush, and does it any chance he gets

he doesn’t really get to laugh a lot, as he is either in distress or about to get punched or reprimanded, so you’re always whispering some joke into his ear to get him to laugh. your success rate is much better than anyone else’s in his life

he knew he loved you when you grabbed his hand during a dinner you were at and some politician walked in with a very apparent and badly concealed nose job. you just mouth “oh my god” and he had to snort to cover up his laugh

you were also all dolled up and cute and sexy that night so that may have had something to do with him knowing he loved you

he is also a great communicator

it’s not in his nature to hide his feelings because they’re so fucking obvious on that expressive face of his

and he never knew he could have so much fun texting until you came along

now he’s a regular emoticon user

weird, right?

now onto spicy things,

you’ve never known a partner to ask you how you feel more than Rafe

it’s a praise thing, you think

he wants to hear that he feels good, that right there, that he fucks you so good, that he’s perfect for you

the nonverbal sign that all those are true is when you throw your head back and a gasp is caught in your throat

the very idea that your breath is stolen every time he does something good makes his heart skip a beat

his cheeks get very red while you’re having sex, so your cool fingers are usually petting them or pressed near them

you have a thing for his legs

i mean come on

he just walks around like that all day

he walks around with a dick like that in his pants all day, and you’re supposed to just ignore it?!

absolutely not

you especially like when he wears those hoochie daddy 5 inch inseam swim trunks, because you get to see where his skin gets a little paler and softer and it makes you get goosebumps at the thought of where it leads

those trunks are a treat usually, saved for a special occasion where he doesn’t have to be around his family and he can have you in his lap, hand trapped between your legs

let’s just say you two fuck like rabbits

two beautiful young adults, what else occupies your time?

it gets a little annoying for other people when you’re apart of their dinner party, because you’re always late, but then learn to just deal with it

it’s better to not have a sexually frustrated rafe cameron that accidentally stabs through his plate of rice and vegetables like that one time at the island club with your parents when you licked up a drop of lemon sauce from your chin and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head

decidedly not a great time or place to act like that

anyways,

i just think while yours’ and rafe’s relationship def has its ups and downs like all other relationships, your recovery period after an argument is remarkably high

you both know you’re not mad anymore, so it’s not worth it to be bad communicators and make it worse

at the end of the day, there’s always space for you in his bed, and he always welcomes you with a slap on the ass and a whisper of “we’re totally fucking in the shower tomorrow”

(and yes. you do)

notes: i hope this doesn’t seem to scatterbrained, i may or may not end up adjusting or editing this later to be closer to what i think would be him

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: Girl on Fire

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Everyone is together, everything is complete.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, breeding kink, violent sex, domestic violence on a man, gunshots, references to murder,, death, torture, all the horrors. The end was disturbing even to me, so read with caution. If you find the end was too much, just ask me what happens and I'll tell you. not super plot important but like it was pointed out, the sex is how we see dynamic shifts. Mentions of mpreg fantesy but no mpreg will happen bc they arent actually god, just insane.

3.7k words

A/N: Some pov shifts. Madonna, Jonah, Rey, Santi all get POV's.

A.N2: context for song quote, Alicia wrote girl on fire after the birth of her son.

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"She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls say Oh, we got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh, got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire" ~ Girl On Fire, Alicia Keys

“It’s okay, you’re gonna do great.” Rey assured her, sitting on a table in the dressing room despite a chair being right there. His lanky legs liked to dangle, you noticed, or sometimes perch up in high places. He reminded you of a bird sometimes, lithe and graceful and seemed to float on his feet.

“What if they don’t like me? What if something happens? What if there’s another uprising or someone wants revenge on me because of my dad-”

“The people love you, and they were going to love you even more with this announcement. Jonah’s not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”

Your face grows warm at the mention of Jonah. He had acted distant with you since the instance of Frankie and you on the horse, and wouldn’t let you see his face when he showed up the next morning with bruises. In fact, you’d hardly seen him at all. Rey was your primary guard, and Will had talked about moving your room to one with an attached room for Reyansh so that he could stay with you at all times. It seemed everyone knew Iris and Rey were an item, or at least they understood Reyansh was not a threat. You had begged Will not to switch around rooms. The reason given was that you liked your room, but really, you were hoping that you’d be moved into a room with one of your husbands. You weren’t visited by the incubus the night they all slept in your room.

Still, Jonah looked out for you. Under your dress right now was his bulletproof vest. 

A knock on the door.

“Come in.” Iris called to the door, still working on your hair.

Will entered the room. “Are you ready, Madonna?”

Before you opened your mouth, Iris replied. “You could use her real name, you know.”

Will didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on you. “Her name is irrelevant, her position is everything.” When he turns and sees Reyansh, Will frowns. “What are you doing in here?”

Iris was quick to answer his unvoiced question. “He only came in after she was dressed.”

He instructs Reyansh to ready the carriage. Once he was out, Will turned to you with a smile. “You look stunning, Madonna.” Your heart swells with love for your handsome husband, dressed in his loose white shirt. In your hair, small white flowers adored you, carefully placed and worked in by Iris’s hands. She was incredible, making your dress too. It was colorful, with a color representing all four of your husbands. Under it, a bulletproof vest. No one in delta outside of guardsmen was allowed guns, but he wanted to be safe.

“Wow…” Will whispers, taking you in. There was just the slightest swell of a bump, you wondered if it was just weight gained from eating more these few months. Will took you into his arms kissing you deeply and feeling your stomach. Iris mumbles close enough as you’re pulled away. He turns back to her only a moment. “Make sure everything is ready when we’re back, please.”

Iris sighs, “It always is, Mr. Miller.”

*

Jonah cocked his gun. “Same as last time, honey. Anything happens, you come with me. Those guys can handle themself. I get hurt, do not stop for me. Just run. Someone will come find you, you just keep yourself alive, got it?” His brown eyes were on you for the first time in a long time, and you relaxed. Jonah’s eyes always calm you. It’s scary, knowing you were responsible for not just you, but someone else as well. The priestess stood at the balcony to the side, your husbands flanking you. Pope to your right, Francisco to your left, Ben to his left and Will to Popes right. Just as you were married.

“Men! Women! Children of Delta!” She shouts to the crown. “I present your Gods and your Madonna!” The crowd erupts into screams, and your heart fills with love for your people. “And!” A hush falls over the ground, waiting breaths quiet as they wait for the news. “I present to you, THE SAVIOR!”

The sound was deafening, a noise that shocked you and made you stumble back. To your surprise, Pope was behind you. It was a greater surprise when he rucked up your skirt.

Immediately your hands, out of instinct, go to bring the material down but his fingers quickly dig into your skin, warning you to behave. So, you stand there, humiliated, left hand gripping Francisco’s tighter. Pope loved you, he loved you and he’d never do something just to humiliate you! How stupid of you for feeling that way. This child was long prayed for, they and your body belonged to your husbands, belonged to Delta. Pope lifted your dress over the small bump,exposing your underwear to the crown. No one outside of your husband, a few house motherns and prefects had seen you in your underwear, so this was difficult…

But then Pope kissed your neck, and the worries melted away. Will, Francisco and Ben come to you, each placing a hand on your stomach as the priestess shouts, reaffirming that the savior’s parentage was of all four, that each of your husbands fathered this baby. You were called the vessel for their seed.

Then, you were placed on a tour. On a sitting carriage with all 4 of your husbands, you were paraded around to cheering people, the faces of women from your dormitory and even your room recognizable in the crowds. One woman whose bed was next to yours shot you a deadly glare as you passed by. She was mean, frequently detailing her escapades with Ben and throwing your own lack of attention in your face, but who was laughing now? Ben choose her for a short term fuck. You had a greater purpose.

When you reached the mansion again, the gates were crowded with people reaching out for you, and although there was fear as the mass of the crowd grew, there was also power. The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned lay in your holy womb, you were the bringer of life. YOU were the divine mother.

The gunshot brought you back to reality.

*

“WILL!” You scream as your husband is shot backwards, stumbling into his brother’s arms who he shoved out of the way of the bullet. Jonah didn’t care about Will, however. He didn’t care about Ben falling at him brothers side under the weight. He didn’t even care about Francisco scrambling to grab at Ben in the chaos, and he certainly didn’t care about Santiago dragging Frankie away.

He cared about, sobbing in his arms desperately trying to get to your fallen love. Jonah wrapped an arm around you and pulled you away into the riotous, scampering crowd. You needed to get away from the shooter. 

“NO!” You bawl loudly. Howling that he’s dying, that you need to be with him, but Jonah didn’t give a shit about that prick. He calls to Reyansh, who jumped out of the carriage the second the gun goes off. It was intentional, having Rey at the helm with him; only Rey would care enough about you out of all the guardsmen that Jonah could depend on him. Into the madness, you wouldn’t stop screaming and that rainbow dress of yours was not helping the situation. 

“Rey! The tunic!” Jonah had to spin you around to disorient you enough to make you stop fighting in your hysteria, forcing your arms up while Rey slid a long, brown standard tunic over your body, making you blend into the neutral tones on the crown. Jonah clamped down over your mouth and pulled you away as the center of the shooting grew further away, Reynash covering you both. Once at the posting for a guard, Rey held you as Jonah mounted the steed and pulled you up, riding off with you.

*

You hadn't stopped sobbing for hours. Reyansh watched in concern, wanted so badly to comfort you lest the heaving and thrashing harm the baby or yourself. Rey loved children, he couldn’t wait for a day he could take Iris away and raise a family together, to finally be with her intimately and live a life with her. 

Even if children weren’t in the picture (Iris wanted one in theory, but was hesitant to bring one into this world, understandably.) he’d cherish a life growing old with his lover. Maybe they’d some orphaned child; Iris had a soft spot for children in need. Her maternal instincts are why, despite not wanting to be friends or even really know her, Iris took care of the girl. Iris had ten years on the naive child. Continuously, she had warned him about keeping his distance, not raising suspicion that anything was happening between him and the girl, but it wasn’t his fault she was damn delightful. However, despite her obvious beauty, talents and sweet demeanor, nothing compared to Iris.

Reyansh could wax poetry about her all day long, and often did. He barely had any free time, most of the pockets of time he had, Rey liked to help Iris with her Herculean tasks, the laundry and dishes like Sisyphus and the boulder. He couldn’t take away the fact the next day would be filled with more dishes, more wall washing, more cooking, but he’d gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep so she could gain one. With him at all times, however, was his notebook and pen. As he sat at a mount or perch Rey liked to try his hand at poetry and writing. 

Sometimes it was about the beauty of nature, the flowers he planted and gardens he kept, how they gave him joy during difficult times. Sometimes it was about the complex nature of family, of Iris and Jonah, Santiago and what he knew of Beatriz, which wasn’t much, the strained love and hatred between Will and Ben, or his own desire for fatherhood. Sometimes he wrote about the 5 lovers, the girl, the men who claimed to be gods, how each individual relationship strengthened them and weakened them in their own ways and how the girl changed things for better or for worse. Mostly, he just wrote about Iris, the prettiest flower he had.

He caught a glimpse of Jonah at the window, motioning him to come out. This safe house was his idea. Apparently, he and Marcus used to escape here sometimes.

Rey tries to tell you he’s stepping outside but you aren’t listening, curled up in a ball on the bed sobbing. He makes his exit.

Once outside, Jonah offers him a sip from his flask but Rey declines.

“I was going to ask how she is, but I can hear my answer.” The sound of you wailing penetrates the walls.

“How Will?”

“He’ll live, unfortunately.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” Jonah sighs, lighting a cigarette. “Wish those fuckers would just die.”

There was a long pause, Reyansh thinking hard before saying what he was thinking. He didn’t defy or talk back to Jonah, he respected him as his superior and, for all intents and purposes, his father in law. But Jonah was flawed. “You’re the one with a gun, Jonah”

Jonah inhaled a long drag before answering in a puff of smoke. “We’ve been over this.” He walked into the safe house.

They had talked, several times. Rey wanted Iris out but he didn’t have much power and knowledge. Jonah had the gun and a hundred reasons not to. There was no way to kill all 4 because everyone was armed. The community would riot. There was no where safe to go. A failed attempted would end Iris’s life. All these may be true, Jonah did have 4 decades of guard experience… but really, Rey thought he was just a coward, and maybe he cared for Pope and/or Francisco more than he’d like to admit. He’d been with those two since infancy, helped raise them, been a father figure most of their lives… it was understandable.

When he walked into the house, it was to crying but this time, relieved. He must have told her Will would be okay. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you close to him, rubbing your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, everyone’s gonna be just fine.”

*

Ben was changing Will’s bandages when you walked in and it made you nauseous to see the blood. Jonah said the bullet went straight through, that he’d be okay he just needed to rest, but the sight was disturbing.

Will groans. “Baby, don’t want you seeing me like this.”

Benny flicks his brothers arm. “Let her be, she was worried about you.”

The older Miller grumbled, but allowed you to kneel his side. He thumbed away a tear, “Don’t cry for me, beautiful girl.”

“What happened?” You sniffle, looking between Benny and Will.

“A girl from the dorms, she took the gun off a guard and tried to shoot-”

Ben interrupted. “You, Madonna.” He looked to his brother. “Melody, your old roommate, she tried to shoot you out of jealousy, she wanted to be with me. Will pushed you aside, took the bullet.”

You blink at that. Melondy wanted to shoot you? She wanted you dead? And Will. was he even standing by you? “But… I don’t remember being pushed.”

“Oh sweet girl…” Will cood. “Do you not remember? Poor thing, it was probably so traumatic-”

“No, I remember-”

“Your brain probably blocked a lot of it out, repressed it to protect you.”

Yeah, yeah that made sense. Memory was fragile. Will winced and Ben finished cleaning him and you took his hand as a new packing kit was applied. “Thank you for saving me…” You kiss his hand, feeling the rough knuckles warm skin. “For saving our baby…”

You fell asleep beside him that night, laying on his chest. He was warm, firm, inviting and protective. Nothing mattered more than the fact your husbands and your baby were safe.

Melody was dead. After the first shot missed, she approached where the four men had gathered intent on finding you, but Ben said Pope shot her square in the forehead, that he protected you while Jonah and Reyansh took you to safety. Ben said he had stood in front of his brothers and you, fearless, brave and bold. Pope loved his people, but he loved you most of all.

When you awoke, it was lae evening and although you wanted to go back to sleep, after some tossing and turning you realized you could. Not wanting to wake Will, you check his pulse and breathing, both strong and head out of the room to see if anyone is up. You know they dont like you wandering around the mansion without protection but you weren’t a child.

After Jonah and Rey had taken you back home, you were desperate to see William, but Pope demanded your presence with Francisco, both holding you tightly and checking you over again and again, tell you how precious you were, how loved. Pope knelt in front of you, hands on your belly, kissing it. You were thankful to have such loving and protective husbands. Despite the horrors of today, you felt blessed beyond measure 

You came to the kitchen first seeing a light on. Sometimes Benny liked late night snacks. Instead, you see Iris and Reyansh slow dancing in the kitchen. Iris was actually smiling. No doubt Rey was fearful of his own women’s safety being forced in the cabin with you for so long after a riot broke out right outside where she was. Silent, you step away from the cute lovers and allow them their time. Rey helped save your life today, you needed to thank him, and thank Iris for all she did for your family, you were lucky to have them both.

You try to see if Pope is awake next. When you approach his room, the grunting sounds make you stop, peaking through the slightly cracked door. Pope was on top of Francisco, fucking into his ass with his legs bent up into a press. It was a position he used on you many a time. Francisco was a puddle beneath him, his curls stuck to the sweat on his head. He looked incredible. The way Pope kissed him so deep… You couldn’t help feeling warm inside. How lucky you were that your husbands loved each other so much.

Ben was found in the gym. For a moment, you merely watch him. Shirtless in his red shorts and throwing punches at a punching bag. He probably had so much energy in him after everything today, watching his brother bleeding in his arms. She knew they didn’t always get along, Ben holding anger for Will so often and over what, you couldn’t yet discern. Maybe this tragedy would bring them back together. You admire his body, carved out and chiseled in perfect form. 

You loved the bodies of all your husbands, in each and every different.

Will was largess; tall, muscular, wide everywhere. Everywhere. His body consumed you just as yours consumed him; he was like a shield, metaphorically and now literally.

Santiago was softer. A small belly that was only noticeable when he was bent over, plush though and a moon shaped ass. He was all curves, from his nose down to his calved you had massaged so ardently.

If Pope was soft, Francisco was a pillow. Heavy weight surrounded him, the broad expanse of his shoulders to the fat at his waist and you just wanted to bury your face into it, you want to bite, nibble, and worship the pudge that spilled over his pants.

Ben was lean, the tallest of them and slim hips under rippling muscles. Golden God, beholden before you and it was as if his glory radiated off him. Despite the strength he was light on his feat. He could have been a boxer in another life.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice breaks the tranfiction of the way his body moved, stilling the punching bag.

“I’m good, just woke from a nap with Will.”

Still looking away, Ben nodded. His mood matched the storm clouds out the window. After wiping his face, Benny chugged water and then finally made his way over to you in long, quick strides. His eyes flashed with the lightning outside.

*

Pope fucked Frankie with a fury he couldn’t recall in years. Frankie had defined him, ignoring his orders to leave but no, he wanted to stay with Ben. 

“You don’t think I wanted Ben and Will safe too?” He growled in his lovers ear. 

“I know!”

“You’re more important!”

He almost lost Will, Ben, the savior, and most importantly Frankie today. The girl would pay, fuck she’d pay. He couldn’t do anything Madonna might see, she thinks she’s dead already… no, a gunshot was to quick for someone trying to harm his family, but he’d make her suffer.

His anger toward Francisco wouldn't be helped when today, when he went to make love to Frankie, he found him in Ben's arms, cumming on his hand.

*

Ben had you pinned against the wall, fucking into you with your legs hitched around his narrow hips. The wind outside picked up speed, displaying his anger, his frustration, his love and his lust. You let him take you, fucking into your pregnant womb with his face tucked in your neck. You felt as if you were floating, like you were the center of the world right now. The sun God orbited you. Someone had tried to take you from him, a women he used to claim as his own but she had been cast aside for a reason. In her jealousy, she though she could regain her place at his side but that was foolish. Ben would never have loved her the way he loved you, the way he loved his husbands. Will, Francisco and Pope could never love her. 

She was not the Madonna.

She could never carry the savior.

She could only ever have a bastard.

*

“Gonna fill you up, Frank.” Pope grunted, breath hot against Francisco's cheek, mouth to mouth, lips to lips. “Gonna fill up this tight little hole of yours until you’re pregnant with my baby, you got that?”

Frank’s eyes went wide. “Santi, wha-” But he stopped when Santiago slapped him. This shocked Frankie, Santi didn’t slap him, he didn’t hurt him like that…

“Take it!” Santiago screams, tears of anger blurring his eyes. He chose Ben over him. He’d rather stay in danger with Ben than safety with him. “Your mine, under stand?!” When Frankie didn’t answer right away, Pope gripped his jaw and felt a warm tear fall down his cheek. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

*

Long fingers gripping your asscheeks, digging into the sensitive skin.

Firm abs rubbing against your body.

Hips stimulating your clit.

A finger fucking into your asshole. 

Everything was better than your wildest dreams. No incubus, a child on the way, friends and family. This was a life your father tried to take from you, but you were like gold that’s tested in fire.

Ben came inside when the thunder cracked, lightning still flashing and illuminating him with light. He muttered Francisco’s name.

*

“YES!” Francisco shouted in pain, face grimacing. “I’m yours! I’m yours Santi, fill me up! Make me-” He swallowed, tears forming at his long lashes. He gritted his teeth. “Make me p-pregnant!”  Francisco was saying anything that'd make Santi stuff, just to make him cum and end this. He just wanted it over. All of it. He didn't understand why he wasn't allow to be happy, to feel safe, to have peace. Instead he had to submit to Santi's whims just like Beatriz.

Santiago tucked his face into his lovedrsneck, biting him as he came inside. Whimpering, tears streaming wildly down his face, Santiago bit into Frankie’s tender flesh: neck, then shoulder, till finally he just continuously bit into the skin on his large arm, drawing the blood and bruising the skin. It hurt like hell, Frankie's head thrashing back and forth on the pillow trying to take the pain and bare it. Santiago's tears mixed with blood as he finished cumming, thrusts slowing into a lul.

Francisco didn’t know where his body ended and Santi’s began.

He wanted Ben, to be held and protected by him. To be touched gently, with love. To be not possessed but show off so that he knew Ben was proud of him, proud of what they had, not what the fuck Santigo was doing to him. He wanted Madonna with her sweet kisses and open adoration. He wanted Will with his healing nature, tender hands on his arching, bleeding arm. He wanted anything but Santi’s touch right now.

Santiago curled behind Francisco. His hand rested on Frankie’s stomach.

***********

This disturbed me writing the end asdfghjkl

Madonna crying Reminds me of tww bonus chapter where little one thinks joel is dead and is just ugly sobbing

Madonna has... a lot to process today, and absolutly no therapy and no one she can be honest with about what she's witnessing.

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[erina-leah]

Can I request some fluffy headcanons with Sanji and Zoro ( separately ) with them pulling ( gender neutral ) reader into their lap for cuddles? :3

A/N: This prompt is so cute!! Hope you enjoy :) and sorry it’s so late 😳

CW: fluff, Sanji and Zoro x GN!reader

Zoro:

It was a quiet and sunny afternoon on the deck of the Sunny, and the King of Sleep was, of course, taking a catnap.

You were craving attention from your mans, so you approached him.

He didn’t move an inch, but he was perceptive enough to know that you were there.

Huffing, you poke his cheek in order to get his attention, to which he grumbled.

“Hey, grumpy! Are you gonna sleep all day?”

Zoro opened one eye and looked at you. “I thought about it. What do you want?”

The audacity.

“We barely talked all day! Maybe I want attention from my partner. But oh well, I’ll just go chat with the Love Cook instead—“

“Shut up and sit with me.”

Before you could walk away, he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into his lap. Mission accomplished 😈

As you sit with him, he’ll hold you around your waist as your head rests in his boobieschest.

He LOVES to bury his face in your hair, taking in your scent. It’s intoxicating to him more than his favorite sake

He’ll probably doze off while holding you, but if you two are awake he’ll run his hands through your hair and place small kisses on your forehead

Don’t listen to his grumpy ass, he loves this.

Sanji:

You wanted a cold drink, so you headed to the kitchen when you saw Sanji sitting and reading a cookbook of his, looking for new recipes to try.

His face lights up as he sees you walk in (he’s so in love)

“Y/N-San! What are you up to, love?”

Once you tell him and grab your drink, he invites you to stay with him.

“Come and sit with me! Let me know if you think any of these look tasty, and I’ll make it just for you!”

You stand behind him as you look at the book over his shoulder. He flips through the pages and tells you facts about different recipes as his eyes glowed. He’s so passionate when talking about cooking it’s precious

You ask about a certain dish, and as he’s explaining he pulls you closer with you ending up in his lap.

After ensuring that you’re comfortable, he snakes an arm around our waist and continues flipping through the pages.

But oh boy, you are so distracting.

Eventually he forgets about the cook book and starts nuzzling into your neck and hugging you.

Baby girl cannot get enough of you. Prepare to be showered in kisses and affection bc you are not getting away now <3

[mappingthesky]

Jesus Christ, I didn't realise how big the whole PJ thing is rn... I kinda avoided twitter the last couple days cause I knew people would be heated but good lord I didn't realise how big of a situation it got I don't agree with Pj and I honestly don't know much about the situation as a whole, but some people are doing FAR too much

hi all - i know i’m late, but i cannot in good conscience keep posting without addressing the controversy! i’m gonna use this ask to respond to recent events, no pressure to read if you’re overwhelmed by this drama. i don’t wanna argue with anyone either, so i would appreciate kindness <3 read on if you wish, or don’t!

here is how i feel: it was a bad, careless take and i don’t agree with what she said. while i don’t think it came from a malicious place, esp if she was reacting to the experiences of people she knows irl, the fact is that it was uninformed, had some harmful implications, and ultimately hurt the feelings of people who really love her. she initially said she was open for discourse, and im hoping she took that seriously/ that this proves to be a learning experience for her in more ways than one - so far, i dont think we’ve seen enough evidence of that. i know she’s made certain apologies, and to a degree i do appreciate her sensitivities towards her fans (bc bitch i have been Stressed about this), but it wasn’t it for me. im gonna echo the words of others on here and say it would be nice to see her take responsibility for saying a careless thing that had some harmful implications. a simple, sincere apology would go a long way. there’s going to be plenty of people who wont accept said apology, but i know i would appreciate seeing it.

we all know i love her. i love the interactions she has with the lesbian community in particular, and the jump to calling her anti lesbian, etc is, in my opinion, a pretty huge one (esp because she never mentioned lesbians directly & i think she, y’know, possesses a soul). a good chunk of the backlash feels out of proportion & has been coming from people who just don’t like her to begin with - i think the rehashing of debunked abuser claims is particularly unnecessary - that being said, there are very fair criticisms being made & people in her corner who have been let down. period. as a lesbian and a huge fan of both artists, it stung me to see how this has been handled, and i know im not the only one :( i personally would like to see her take some responsibility- just admit to saying something dumb, prove that you learned something from this, and move forward. i know she hates real moments boots, but cmon babe. it feels like the least she could do. i am disappointed that it hasn’t happened yet, a little disheartened to think that it may not happen ever, and really hoping she proves me wrong.

im hoping we land somewhere better. this has had me feeling conflicted & anxious for the past few days and i dont think im the only one. it breaks my heart to see friends/ fellow creators stepping back bc of her actions (as they should, i just hate that it came to this). im a bit confused with how to proceed, but hoping we can find a way 🤍 sending my love to anyone who has felt similarly stressed out by this, we will see this through together!!

[runningfrom2am]

“You were scared. Of him.” BABY BOY DID YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT SHE SAID ABOUT THE GAMES??

how i love when there’s a letter to feel guilty about, from beyond the grave.

“Or that if you’re out on cold nights when the breeze chills your skin, you’ll think of us.” THERE IT IS!!!

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, / Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!” the way that this is their relationship summary-

the fact that he sent the bread and the water only to buy her trust back is very reasonable and therefore disturbing.

SHE WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT HIS MOTHER’S SCARF!! she still cries for ruining something coryo gave her even after last night. I AM UNWELL!!

i just know that lucky and dr gaul are both losing it at the back for not having cameras in the vents. they’re very close to the end of the games yet they cannot see what is happening.

even the girl who had planned to stay still and wait for her end resorts to survival when fate knocks on her door and there is too much to lose.

okay we’re gonna rock with the same numbering system for this one bc we have SEVERAL points to go over.

(also i did have to reread it rq before i answered this bc i wrote and edited this like two weeks ago lol)

1. i mean,, at least he’s kinda self aware HAHAHA. actually very SELF aware and not very contextually observant rn. like babe you KNOW how terrified she was already and now the only person in this whole place who she trusts has started swinging too?! ZERO critical thinking skills.

2. yeahhhhh yk i had to do it 🤭 at first when i was writing it i was like “this is way too wordy” but then i was like “raye,,, duh words are her whole thing don’t be dumb” so i let it go on as long as it needed to haha. like i can see it SO vividly like it was probably hard to read i just KNOW she covered that whole sheet in writing without an inch to spare. i also feel like for her it wasn’t enough, but she would never complain or dare ask for another sheet.

3. title drop let’s goooooo (there will be more i think i do this a few times lol)

4. no bc that quote was so perfect i’ve been sitting on it since i started writing this series it’s been rotting in my notes waiting to be used and i just 🥹 of COURSE that’s what she would use as her real confession i’ll actually puke ab it.

as much as he thought the monologue was a confession, it really wasn’t. he heard what he wanted to hear, that she loved him and cared about him. which she does, but her intention was to beg and plead with him to be good and stay that way. she had no receipts besides his namesake and where he lived to base this theory off of, but i think after they discussed the tragedy of coriolanus at length she just wanted to hammer home that he is not what his name would suggest. this letter though was the realest confession she would give, through written word, and i think that’s very real to who she is, especially being so far from home and her family and her safe space.

5. pretending that he wanted her to help jessup was literally all he could do!! to him, what’s the alternative? give her the cold shoulder in the most vulnerable (likely final) days of her life? he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to, i think. i don’t think it successfully buys her trust, but i do think it is so motivational for her to just know that at the very least he is still there.

6. omg yeah me too i am SICK. she’s crying and apologizing knowing damn well he can’t even hear it or see what she’s doing but she feels just awful even though it means she would survive. as if that’s not the whole reason he gave it to her. he gave her the go ahead to use his mothers scarf to kill someone if she had to- and she feels that guilty about using it to save herself?? i’ll puke ab this actually she is so sweet. she cares about him so so deeply and i think a massive part of her fear, that kept her up all night, was that that fact that she loves him cares did not change.

7. yeah they did NOT think that one through and ik it’s just eating dr. gaul ALIVE bro. this could also be the beginning (assuming the games do continue- who knows) of the trackers that monitor heart rates and vitals of tributes.

8. OKAY YES so i’m gonna tie this into point 6 too bc i feel like that’s the manifestation of this internal battle she’s having. if she had originally planned to give up her life at the very beginning, i can so easily see the guilt that she’s feeling over every little thing she’s doing to preserve her own life beyond that point. so not only is she ruining his late mothers beautiful scarf, she’s also betraying herself. the “old her”, if you will. she shouldn’t be alive anyways, she will die soon anyways, so it feels like a waste to ruin this scarf in the process when she likely believes it will be peeled off her dead body regardless. but she still does it.

she told herself that coryo was what changed that plan- that she wanted to win for him, but i don’t even know that that’s fully true. maybe it was about saving herself all along, but she felt too horribly guilty about the circumstances to even admit that to herself. especially now that she’s starting to devolve mentally, she opens the compact knowing that its contents will kill the boys that are after her, but immediately she’s going “oh, it looks like salt” and committing to that narrative so desperately so she can hide from herself that now not only is she ruining the scarf to save herself, that she’s also directly causing fatal harm to others which she has always sworn she would never do.

[quinloki]

So pre apology but I’m existing on very little sleep and the brain is not completely braining

HOWEVER

….

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I went with 7’0” for Thatch since he has no official height and we don’t really see him next to any other characters often to compare (and one piece heights are not consistent, let’s be real). And this already makes my brain go brrr

I legit could not get them out of my head ALL DAY it will not stop so pls have this little trinket of what my brain has come up with

Just imagining being like, a new recruit, and the 1st division commander stops you to ask how things are going after dinner. You’re having to look up at him a bit, but that’s normal around the crew. Thatch pops by, checking in as well. They’re the friendly type so if course they’re gonna check in on the cute new little recruit.

While y’all are chatting by the doorway of the mess hall, someone calls from above deck that land has been spotted. They both go to move you out of the pathway, essentially putting you between them, apologizing as a bunch of unruly crew members go to pass by right where you were all just at to see what kind of land is coming up.

And you go to reassure them it’s fine thank you for not letting you get trampled when you freeze, realizing just how big they are and how easily they just manhandled you out of the way and how you’re essentially buried between them as the crew passes by. You finally stutter it out, but it’s definitely not missed by either man the tone or the fact that you’re completely flushed.

They discuss and make it a point to really drive home the size difference in the next few days. Maybe coming up behind you, moving you gently while apologizing and saying they’re in a hurry. Or sitting on either side of you at a table as you read a book. Maybe even one of them offering to spar with you, wrapping their whole hand easily around your forearm to pull you down or over their shoulder.

By the end of a few days you’re a flustered mess and can’t stop picturing being between the two commanders in more than one way.

…..

Man it’s been awhile since I had such a fluid thought LOL I’m gonna do a few things and then head to bed and hopefully ponder this more bc… gods… I want them. A man who can manhandle me AND open the door/pull out a chair? Perfect xD

okay but I'm 154cm and ...

KAZ YOU ARE KILLING ME.

Oh gods and I can see it too, those two working together. They're besties if ever there were besties and you cannot convince me otherwise. The only reason Marco doesn't leave with Ace to get revenge on Teach is because Pops' word is law for him more than his own personal feelings, and he's come to that belief long before Ace ever crawled into existence.

BUT

Yeah. You're not going to get seduced by one or the other, it's going to be both. Marco's quiet and smooth, and Thatch is a little more animated about things, but just as smooth.

Eventually, it'll be Marco's finger under your chin, letting you get lost in his eyes, asking if they can kiss you, and you just nod almost dumbly like you've been having dreams about these two with all the interactions and teasing that they've done over the last few weeks. If someone doesn't kiss you you're going to explode or just yeet yourself overboard at this point.

Marco leans in, closing that sweet distance slow and steady, and gods your heart is going to just beat against your ribs until they crack, and just before you think it's going to happen, Thatch turns you toward him and kisses you.

The shift was planned between the two of them, specifically to just knock you off balance. You're dizzy from the sudden shift, and gods Thatch kisses like he flirts and right now you can't keep up with it, and the soft moan that tangle between your lips escapes when he leans back. Face flushed, hungry for more, Marco turns your attention back to him, hand warm against your face as he pulls you in.

His kiss is less of a rush, but the flood of blood into your face and lips because of Thatch is making the feel of Marco's lips against yours tingle. The action might be more reserved, but if you ever doubted before that they were in cahoots, you don't doubt it now.

Thatch raises your hand gently within his larger one, kissing the back of your hand softly as Marco lets you lean back from the kiss. There's no escape for you, not that you want it, not that you're being trapped. This isn't a yandere-styled story, the way you've been wooed and won over was soft and sweet, if not calculated and focused.

There's been no guessing in this game, and you know all the options available. Safe between the two, would easily make you the safest person on the grandline.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

dearest crimson!! i’m here to ask some self ship questions :3 heheheh, this time i’ve chosen a question for each of your faves too! 🫶🏼

For Aki: 🥥 - talk about a memorable moment in your relationship

For Giyuu: 🫐 - what's your sleeping arrangement with your f/o like? do you share a bed? do they cuddle you, or talk in their sleep?

For Kento: 🍩 - what are some irl things that remind you of your f/o? —

For Shouta: 🍧 - which of you is the better chef? what's their favorite thing to make for the other?

can’t wait to read your answers!! (〃ω〃)

eeee hi Mimmy!!! Thanks for sending in some emojis :3 ♡

Link to list of questions

🥥Aki: hmmm the first thing that came to mind for some reason is when I was outside with him while he was taking a smoke break. And I kept eyeing it and asked if I could try it. He of course said “no, it’s bad for you” but I just gave him a look and said “one hit isn’t gonna kill me. Cmon, share.” And so he does and then I fucking cough so hard and he can’t help but just laugh lmao. Of course asking if I’m okay and getting me some water but he found it so cute and endearing. He’s just looking at me like “god you’re an idiot. But my favorite idiot”

🫐Giyuu: (love how you chose the blueberry for him hehehe) We always cuddle in bed. In fact, we cannot fall asleep without each other lolol. I often fall asleep with my face pressed into his chest and a leg hooked over his hip/waist. His has one of his legs in between mine and one arm holding me close to him. Often times, we wake up in a completely different position but still touching. On days where it’s really hot at night, he usually has his shirt off and I have no pants. And we’ll settle for pressing into either one’s backs so that we are still touching but the heat of cuddles doesn’t kill us in our sleep lmao. I’ve been told I sleep talk sometimes if there is other noise when I’m sleeping such as a tv. So if we’re cuddling in bed and watching tv and I end up falling asleep before him, I’ll mutter and he thinks I’m speaking to him but then notices im actually asleep and he takes it as his queue to also turn off the tv and sleep. He’ll carry me to bed if we’re on the couch (ꢳωꢳ)

🍩Kento: Wrist watches, bread, refusing to do overtime LOL. Anything yellow or gold. Cute baby girl’s clothing bc I’ll think about our daughter hehehe. Any 7:3 haircut. Cafés and warm coffee. Any suit and tie. Nice dress shoes, especially if they’re brown. Hating capitalism. Big fat breeder balls

🍧Shouta: Most definitely me. This man has never cooked himself a meal in his life. He always bought shit like frozen meals or energy drinks that never fed him properly lmao. How he’s still standing is a miracle. Though I think I’m mediocre at cooking but making meals for him definitely gives me practice. He started to gain weight bc of how well I fed him 🥰 he eventually starts to try his hand in cooking too, as a thanks for all the meals I’ve made him. It’s a burnt and crispy start lolol but he eventually gets better too. He’s mastered a few dishes that he can do without looking, but he cannot bake for shit LOL (same Shouta same) I enjoy making him fried rice and he enjoys making me sopa de fideo. One of the first dishes he mastered since it’s an easy recipe hehehe

[aspd-culture]

so about some of the traits and behaviours related to ASPD that can be upsetting or harmful to others (eg putting yourself and others at risk, not understanding or regarding the rights of others, etc), how do you deal with that in relationships (whether friends, dating, family, work)? like, when their side of an argument is that you’re being disrespectful or putting them at risk, but your side is that those are literally symptoms of ASPD and you weren’t actively trying to hurt them? they’re not wrong for feeling hurt still, but you’re not wrong for existing with this disorder. i realise it’s generally considered difficult for pwASPD to maintain relationships, but like, somehow you have to live your life and that involves a lot of interacting with people, plus pwASPD don’t deserve total isolation that they don’t want, obviously. apologies if the wording is confusing.

/genq /intending this respectfully

I appreciate this question and especially the way you worded it was actually super respectful, so thank you for that as well.

For me and many people with ASPD our social circles tend to be smaller and usually within that even fewer actually know about the disorder, which can make this especially tricky if they don't understand why we're acting this way. In that case, I personally do my best to take a step away from the situation and talk to people I trust who *do* know about my disorder to ask them AITA or not.

If they agree with me entirely, I stand my ground with the other person or remove them from my life if I feel it warrants that (which, with this disorder, I more often than not do if it wouldn't take much effort to cut them out of my life).

However, if the people I trust to help with my moral compass feel that I was entirely in the wrong, I will try and process that as a logical fact, practice faking remorse by myself, and apologize. Even if I don't feel remorse and the thing I did wrong came from my symptoms, I can personally still accept that the facts are that undue harm was caused to them.

My apologies tend to sound insincere so I've been told, but people tend to appreciate that I accept full responsibility, acknowledge the harm I caused, and work to change my actions, so they tend to see it as me seeming insincere vs actually being insincere. After all, I generally *don't* try to hurt the people around me, but if I did it anyway then it's probably worth trying not to repeat, if only for the practical purpose those people serve in my life.

I try really hard not to be the type of person, regardless of my PD, who says "this is how I am, get over it" without at least considering if I'm in the wrong. It took me many years to get to this point though, and I am able to admit that I was a pretty crappy friend at some points bc of my refusal to try and see where I was wrong. I used to feel that if I didn't feel remorse I should not have to show remorse, but I'm in the process of learning that's not accurate.

Remorse is best delivered from a heartfelt perspective, yes, but if that's not available storebought is fine. It's ok to have remorse be a practiced set of words and actions that you do when people are upset, so long as your apologies at least come from a place where you intend to try to change. That change doesn't have to be not having symptoms, but it's reasonable for people to expect your symptoms not to constantly negatively impact them.

All that said, if it's something I truly cannot change about myself, my side of the conversation usually looks like this, with adjustments based on what exactly the issue is (feel free to use this as a script of sorts if you have trouble talking through these things with ppl in your life! YMMV, but I spent a long time formulating it, so it deserves as much use as it can get lol). Keep in mind a lot of this is gonna sound like I don't have ASPD and that is on purpose. In my personal relationships I prioritize apologies and times when others are upset as times I choose to mask. That is honestly more for me than for them except for my Exceptions bc it’s extremely frustrating for me to navigate what is and is not coming off as angry, dismissive, etc. so I prefer to mask heavily during these kinds of conversations. You do not have to mask if you do not want to; it should not be the expectation of NT people/pwoPDs that we mask for their comfort.

If they know about my PD: "I don't want to hide behind this or use it as an excuse, but what you're talking about is a symptom of my personality disorder. I put in a lot of work to avoid these symptoms affecting other people, but at the end of the day I still have a disorder and some things are just not able to go away. What I can do is find out how this is hurting you. If it's my tone and not my words, there isn't much I can do about it besides remind you that my tone is often non-reflective of my intention and emotions. If it's my words, we can work together on a phrasing that would be more comfortable for you in the future. It will come across as scripted, but that doesn’t change the fact that I mean it. I would just be using that phrasing because it’s important to me not to hurt you. If it's a specific action, I can try to not repeat it. But I cannot get rid of the disorder and part of being in my life is understanding that and trying to find ways we can both cope without me having to mask all the time. That is exhausting and unrealistic unfortunately. Can you explain to me what exactly was the issue with what I said/did and how it made you feel so we can understand each other better?”

If they don't: "I get that what I said/did came off differently than I intended and hurt you. I'd like to know specifically what about it hurt you in your own words so that we can come up with a solution to avoid this in the future. I know it may feel obvious, and I basically already know (sometimes with neurotypicals you just need to LIE) what was hurtful. I just feel if you explain it to me, we can target it together better and I will be able to be a better friend/partner/coworker in the future. If you don't communicate that to me, I might accidentally end up making things worse and I don't want to do that. Think about it this way, if what I said made you angry and I thought it made you sad, however I try to rephrase it is probably just going to make you angrier since I’d be looking at it in the wrong context and that warrants a different response.”

If something is 100% unfixable, resort to a gentle version of old reliable "this is who I am" speech: "I understand that you're upset and the goal here was not to hurt you. I don't enjoy seeing you upset and what I did/said wasn't intentionally malicious. But that said, it is kind of just something about me that I talk/act like that sometimes. If it helps to know it isn't anything against you, great. I can give you that reassurance any time you need, just ask instead of assuming ok? If not, I think it may just not be possible for us to see as much of each other or maybe be in each others' lives. I don't want you hurt and if a part of my personality is hurting you, then you deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy and I would wish you all the best in that."

The difference about saying that last one now vs when I used to is that now I am both using much gentler wording and only saying this when I honestly believe the only thing I can do to help this person protect their own peace is to not be in their life. Inevitably, people tend to push after this "no I can handle it, I don't want to lose you", and I usually try and discourage it once and say "look I don't want to be the reason you're hurt and have you bottle it up until you resent me and then lash out at me. I want to protect both of us." If that still doesn't work, gotta be honest, it's their funeral at that point bc you said you could handle it, you said it wasn't that big a deal, you're a grown person and it's your job to either mean what you say or take responsibility if you don't.

Sorry for writing a novel! This stuff is complex and it’s hard to explain my process concisely. I hope this answers your question though.

[impulsivesuperrobin]

okay @readbyred reblogged my hatchetfield oc threat post so here we go: (i apologize in advance for how rough this is)

mallory-morgan jägerman

(“it’s just mal. that’s a whole…mouthful i never asked for.”)

general info:

- east/southeast asian american

- bisexual and genderfluid (he/she/they)

- only a month and a half younger than max (18)

- is friends with steph more than the rest of the popular kids

- is “friends” with all of the popular kids because of max, but would much rather hang out/around the nerds

- has some of the gift that mainly manifests in prophetic poetry (nighthawks fly/jägerman falls/when the hatchet swings toward us/upon who do we call?)

- dabbles in the occult, but not too seriously (tarot readings, crystals, ghost hunting but not 100% in their belief in these things)

- was adopted at age 8, definitely favored by their parents but also isn’t completely certain the jägermans didn’t just adopt them to appear more virtuous

- max is both protective and antagonistic towards them

- they’re also protective and antagonistic towards max bc they know how it is at home for him but also is totally aware how much of a dick he is to everyone else

- they also are slightly aware of the fact that they are only tolerated around the popular kids (besides steph) because they’re his sibling (“i’m a jägerman, max is the jägerman.)

- they 100% are kinda a little into richie (in a “his autistic swag and utter lack of rizz has bewitched me” sort of way)

- in timelines where miss holloway isn’t dead: works at miss retro’s

now onto them in npmd:

- sits in between richie and grace in highschool is killing me

- sings “like a jock he cliches” in literal monster pt 1 as he walks across the stage

- proper intro is in the flick-it ticket scene

- tries to get max to leave richie alone (“c’mon maxie, don’t you have better things to do with your time? you’re already gonna be late for class.”)

- rolls his eyes at kyle and jason making fun of grace but also immediately exits when max starts thirsting over her (in a “i hear enough of this at home, i’m out. cannot watch you fall on your face about this” way)

- is with steph and the cheerleaders when they’re talking about steph getting stood up by pete

- is at least a little into how intimidating steph is when threatening ruth and richie into telling her where pete is

- joins them in the boys’ bathroom, apologizes to pete on behalf of max (“as a jägerman, sorry— about your eye, and my brother, and the fact that i’m related to him.”)

- “that’s some cool kid privilege right there.” “yeah, they’re not wrong steph.”

- visible disgust at grace saying max “[strikes] lust in the souls of the innocent”

- is totally in on the plan to scare max (“he may be my brother, but maxwell jägerman is a class a fucking dickwad.”)

- “oh he hates ghosts. ever since we were kids and i convinced him one lived in the garbage disposal.”

- agrees with pete about the waylon place making them feel uneasy, but it’s more the vibe than the structure of the house

- bully the bully: “he’s just a nerd in disguise” “i know that’s right.” [i’m definitely on the max is a closeted theater kid train]

- richie: *talking film specs* mal: *disproportionately infatuated* “you know a lot about this stuff huh?”

- is genuinely happy when max gets all excited about the prank bc she can tell he’s being genuine

- total shock and denial when max falls and dies (“he-he can’t be dead! it’s maxie, he’s like invincible!”)

- goes right into humor to try to deflect (“we just murdered a football star right before the big game!” “fuck! my brother’s dead and we’re gonna lose to clivesdale?!?! this is the worst day ever.”)

- bury the bully: “this is a lot.” “yeah, even for me.”

- “it’s been…weird at home. i feel…guiltier about not feeling guilty than about what we did. that’s usually wrong right?”

- between go, go nighthawks and the locker room scene: “hey, uh, shitlips! i know you’re not supposed to talk in the mascot costume so don’t say anything. but since you’re not under constant threat of swirlies anymore, you should maybe try asking me to homecoming. after the game?”

- he gets called into the interrogation scene late but just in time to find out that richie died

- grace accuses her of telling about max (“why would i incriminate myself?”)

- “grace…what are you thinking?” “if she starts snapping again, i’m out.”

- when they dig up the black book, they feel almost physically ill (“i feel worse about this than being in the waylon place guys.”)

- “i’ll try luring max away while you guys get to the school. hopefully there’s enough of my brother in there that keeps him from killing me. at least long enough to buy you some time.”

- max throws in “you turned my own sibling against me!” when attacking steph at the school

- attends homecoming (“never thought i’d be a homecoming kinda person, but this is nice.”

[likesunsetorange]

Hellow 🐈

Hope you’re doing good 🌷

I miss reading about your e2l au

hcs ? Fun facts perhaps (no pressure )

hii!! i’ve been doing mostly good!! thank you so much for asking!! and i always joke that the e2l au is the forgotten au here LOL but we love her!! she’s so special to me!!! so ofc bc i love talking about her!!

i think my fav thing about this au, is mostly the reconnect of eren and mikasa!! like they both obviously come into the trip knowing it’s gonna be awkward, and they have a lot of pent up complicated feelings!

eren, he knows that in their breakup he they both did wrong (cannot elaborate exactly why so don’t try to tempt me!!!), but eren our insecure & self destructive king, will always just let things go so he’s kinda like it’s an “it is what it is” kinda thing even tho he misses her. and mikasa, she has a lot of hurt toward eren, but she feels more or less the same (for OTHER reasons i won’t elaborate on), but there’s also a lot of pride in not wanting to admit how she feels! there’s also her own personal anger and she had to have a lot of self reflection on how she feels about their relationship and such! just a lot of typical breakup things!!

but then you throw them into this trip together after not seeing each other after months, and there’s all these complicated feelings and then there’s all these other people who DONT know what happened (because NONE of their friends know what TRULY happened), the added stress of a trip, and of course things get MESSY!

basically a lot of it is them overcoming their complex feelings and realizing that despite them, they love each other more

but a random thing i thought of, since i love that eren is a graphic designer, this one tiktoker who is a graphic designer, he makes his boyfriend little zines for them for their anniversary, so i imagine eren would do the same for mikasa (so there may or may not be one being made for the little teasers i make for the au so keep a lookout hehe)

[dykeza]

Once you graduate highschool (awful but inevitable) (must be American to complete sorry) a few key things will happen: one parent will become ultimately more liked than the other parent, you cannot undo this (for me my mom came out victorious). Then, you’re gonna fail somebody in some meaningless little “ways of life” thing and you’re not gonna feel too bad about it (“ways of life” things are typically, actually, “things society does” such as learning to drive, getting a job, moving out of your parents house, etc etc.)— you’re always gonna fail SOMEONE because you’ll fail to do one of the stupid little things Adults are supposed to do once they graduate high school, sorry. Finally, it’s gonna be the same as it ever was for like, forever. You’ll be asked “do you feel any different?” And you’ll have to wrestle with the fact that no, you dont, what the fuck is going on. Then you’ll answer with either “Yeah, I’m an adult now!” (Lie) or “Nah, it’s about the same as it ever was.” (Truth) and the person asking you is gonna be like “Oh!” And then you’ll have failed them in a “way of life” thing. Congrats, you’re no longer a high schooler. The way I’ve learned to deal with this is to, 1.) get dressed every day even if you really don’t want to or aren’t going anywhere, just go put something on that isn’t your PJs. You don’t even have to wear a bra or anything just put a shirt on and some pants or a skirt or smth. 2.) brush your teeth. Brush them. You don’t HAVE to floss (first time I flossed in a few weeks was today bc I’m outside of the house today), but at least brush your teeth and use some mouthwash if you think you need it. 3.) eat breakfast. “But it’s 1pm” Don’t care, eat breakfast. I’ve been eating a Chobani Flip Yogurt Cup and a banana every day, today I skipped the banana (going outside, didn’t have time) but ate a little s’mores yogurt cup. It was delicious. Eat breakfast. 4.) If you’re a gamer, or just have a PC and want/have to be on it, turn on your FUCKING LIGHTS. No cave dwelling for you, no sir, turn on that overhead— “aesthetic” lights don’t count, “small” lights only count if it’s bright enough in your area to make a noticeable difference (you can see clearly w/o help and you don’t have to apologize for it being so dark if someone walks in). I repeat, No Cave Dwelling, turn on the big light if you wanna have computer time. 5.) Have a face to face conversation with at least one person, make plans to go outside later in the week— I’m out of the house with my family today, I (hopefully, if schedules line up) have DND tomorrow with my friends. Not to be that guy, I sound like my fucking Father, but Go Outside. Talk To People. You sound like a damn extraterrestrial trying to hold a conversation after 2 months indoors in your cat pajamas. Much love, Achilles.

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

I had a random funny scenario:

Deku: “So how did you and Shoto meet?”

Y/n: “Oh well you see, my parents went missing a while back. I-I don’t understand. I just woke up one morning to an empty house – no missing valuables, broken furniture, possible DNA of who took them…..nothing…”

Deku: “Oh I’m sorry Y/n. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Y/n: “It’s okay buddy. I know they’re still out there. I won’t give up on them! Fortunately for me, a really good friend of mine let me stay with his family temporarily. Next week’s gonna be our 5-Year Anniversary of living together!”

Deku: “Wait what–“

Y/n: “Yeah it’s crazy! They’re so good to me. I don’t know why they try to keep me away from Mr. Dad tho. He’s seems to like my presence.”

Deku: “….Y/n I’m so confused rn😭”

Y/n: “Oh! So like at one point, Mr. & Mrs. Todoroki kept insisting that I start calling them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. It low key felt weird bc I used to have parents that loved me so, it kinda felt like I was betraying them…..So we made a compromise! I get to call them Mr. Dad & Mrs. Mom.”

Deku: ⁉️🤯⁉️

Y/n: “Yup! And that’s the story of how I met Shoto! Ooo fun fact Deku! Did you know that Mr. Dad had another kid? I just found out this morning. Wow, I always thought it was just the 5 of us.”

Deku: 🤯🥶🧐😭

Y/n: “Well about a year after I moved in, Mrs. Mom suggested I take on their last name since we would be doing everything together as a family. And I was like ‘Okay! But I like my last name bc it makes me feel close to my OG parents.’ And that why my name is now Y/n L/n–Todoroki. Sometime she gets very sad and has this look of guilt on her face whenever I mention my old family. Not sure why tho.”

Deku: [I think I know what may have happened. I don’t want to accuse anyone but still…..I have a theory but she’s looks so happy…….Blissfully unaware]

Deku: “I-I-I’m really g-glad yo-u made it through. If you e-ever need me or the FBI y-ou know w-who to call.”

Y/n: “Aww you’re so sweet! Thanks Bestie!”

Honestly, Deku values Shoto and his sanity too much to tell you. And who is he to judge what makes a family. He has the same platonically violent thoughts towards Bakugou. Except Bakugou can protect himself. You however... cannot. So, Deku keeps his mouth shut, smiles, and nods.

[onlyjaeyun]

OMG WTF IS GOING ON??????????

for the first time i was not feeling very well and slept early and i wake up to this MASTERPIECE??????

this chapter broke my heart, but i promise you it was so so so worth the wait, i still cannot fully comprehend what i just read, it was phenomenal,, you are phenomenal!!!💓

i could write a whole essay, but i know you’ve got a lot of asks to reply to, so i’m not gonna bother you much, because i think by now you know how much i appreciate you and you never fail to amaze me every time

zadie i love you sooo much, i hope you’re doing well and just know this was the most beautiful chapter i’ve read, i felt all the emotions through it and it seriously could not get any better, you’re so amazing💞

much much love -natalia🫶🏼

(lmao i’ve never really said my name before, but i feel like it’s more personal this way, because i really really appreciate you🌟)

my sweetest natalia 🥺☀️ thank you so, so much for this. for the love and support, for your kind words and the fact you took time out of your day ro send me this. asks likw this never fail to make me twar up bc ive been around on this website for a while and yet ive never, ever felt this genuinely loved and appreciated. i love you with my whole heart and hope you have a great day!🥺☀️🌷🤭🩷

[ticklystuff]

hi i know i’m on hiatus but i need to vent bc it’s nearly 10 pm and i’ve been at work for 12+ hours dealing with an actual nutcase

Okay, so there was a mama goose that laid her eggs on the third floor balcony of one of the buildings at work and they hatched back in April and I have posted about them a few times. Since there are no resources on a third floor balcony for them, one woman started feeding them lettuce and grass clippings from her yard and then a couple other people, me included, started helping her feed them too. Everything was fine for the first month.

Eventually, the facilities manager caught on. For some reason, she believes they can fly (they cannot) and has posted signs saying to stop giving them food and water. They clearly cannot fly because they have their baby feathers, but this woman will not believe anyone that tells her. The woman that started feeding them initially got caught and had her third floor badge access revoked, so the rest of us have been smuggling food and water up there. It has been very stressful because facilities has been throwing food away that we’ve been storing, so we’ve resorted to hiding the food in different places, and they’ve been throwing the geese’s water bowls and will sometimes station security guards by the geese to prevent people from feeding them and then we will have to wait for the security guards to leave, which can be really late in the evening.

Today, my co-worker sent the facilities manager an email regarding the geese and potentially relocating them. The facilities manager calls her and tells her that they don’t need to be relocated because they can fly off on their own. My co-worker then asks “Well, what if you’re wrong and they can’t fly?” but the facilities manager just laughed and repeated that they can fly. 

I went up earlier to check on them and heard a loud noise coming from the geese area and initially thought some construction going on. When I get there, I see the facilities manager and three guys blasting music with a stereo to the balcony where the geese are. I go up to one of the guys and ask him what they’re doing and the guy is like “We’re trying to scare the geese away, but some of them seem like babies so they can’t fly” and I’m like no fucking shit. Facilities manager comes up to me and asks if I’m here to see the geese and I tell her no and that I was just stretching my legs and heard a loud noise. She then tells me “Well we’re having a party up here with the geese!” and I’m like “HA HAHAHA ROFLOLMAO XDDDDD” and then I leave. She is still up there trying to scare them away, but obviously they cannot leave. She is still blasting music at almost 10 pm and I am waiting for her to hopefully leave so I can give them food.

This other woman that has been feeding the geese goes up after I do and she sees the facilities manager. She goes up to her and starts having a conversation about the geese and she asks her are they going to be relocated and the facilities manager tells her no and that she’s gonna wait for them to fly. When the woman tells her that it takes about 8 weeks for them to learn to fly, the facilities manager asks her how she does she know these bird facts. The woman tells her that she just looked it up on the internet and the facilities manager says “Is everyone an internet doctor these days?” and it’s like bITCH YOU ARE LITERALLY STANDING IN THE RESEARCH BUILDING TALKING TO PEOPLE THAT DO RESEARCH FOR A LIVING WTF DO U MEAN BY THIS HAVE U NEVER GOOGLED BASIC SHIT BEFORE??????????

Honestly, yeah, you should not be feeding wildlife, but also, the facilities manager did nothing to help relocate them when they were born so they were probably going to starve up there if the initial feeder didn’t step in. I cannot for the life of me understand why she still refuses to relocate them

Anyway, still waiting for her to leave. I refuse to leave until I can feed them because they haven’t eaten all day and no one will be able to come in over the weekend to feed them because the heating/cooling system at work is being worked on, so they’re not allowing employees access this weekend and I wish to give them something in preparation for the long weekend. Wish me luck that I don’t get caught *sobs*

If I come back to dead geese on Monday, I’m going to rip the facilities manager to shreds *sigh*

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Spooky season doodle dump of doodles for my Supernatural Beings AU, bc it fits and I’ve been having brainrot so why not!!!!

More info about them and this au under the cut :)

(Read with caution as I will discuss things such as death and other ghosty stuff, nothing much, but still!)

Vampires and werewolves, in particular, have a cursed and mostly very dangerous type(???? If that’s what you can call it?) that instead of preying on humans alone, require the blood of other supernatural or undead beings to survive.

We’ll call these “dark vampires” or “dark werewolves” for the sake of the fact that they use darker magic than regular types, and are typically very evil :) (A regular vampire/werewolf can be turned into a dark type bc it’s basically like a curse)

We’ll call these “dark vampires” or “dark werewolves” for the sake of the fact that they use darker magic than regular types, and are typically very evil :) (A regular vampire/werewolf can be turned into a dark type bc it’s basically like a curse)

Anyway!

Tsunagu is a dark vampire. He’s a born vampire from both his mother and father, but was turned by an ✨evil ex-lover✨ and therefore he requires the blood of undead folk to stay alive, and is a lot more powerful than the regular vampire.

Shinya is a demon spirit. I’ll have to go a little more into detail for his, since it’s me so you’re not gonna get an easy explanation /lh

He was a guardian of his village, and died to protect it when they got ambushed. He died by almost losing his head and drowning in the river.

After this, he turned into a vengeful water ghost, haunting the river for many years and being very very hostile and aggressive, killing anyone who trespassed among the village or the river. He seemed revenge from those who killed him and his family, and eventually he got it! And should’ve been able to be at peace….but…

Instead of this, the spirits of the village were all freed and he basically transformed into a protective demon guardian spirit, manifesting a physical form as well as a ghosty form. And his lust for blood had subsided, leaving him to basically just be free to wander around as a ghost/demon spirit.

He is already dead, so cannot die, however in order to keep his physical form in tact he must consume human or undead souls. And if his physical form “dies” he must basically just be a ghost until he can form the energy to re-manifest it.

His vengeful spirit form did not entirely vanish however, and since he died by drowning, being submerged in water or in water of any kind will bring this side back out of him.

Basically this just makes him aggressive and have a more spooky appearance and also try to kill anyone around him. (Things such as reflections and mirrors will also show this side of him.)

But he can travel through things and possess things like normal ghosts when he’s in his ghosty form!!

The two of them met bc Shinya followed Tsunagu home after finding him “familiar” and decided “eh, I’ll just spook him and take his soul” and so he tried….only for Tsunagu to spook him back and he finds out that he’s a dark vampire and ends up just living in his house!

They end up getting used to each other’s presence and after a few different shenanigans and near-“death” (though the can’t die, they can still get hunted by hunters) experiences, they end up forming a bond with each other and treasuring each other dearly <3

That’s all I have for now, but if ya wanna know more about this au, please do ask!! There are plenty of other characters in this au with their own stories!!

(Here’s an old bonus -slightly old- doodle of Tsunagu trying to get Shinya to take a shower, bc <3):