#SORRY I KNOW I RAMBLED OFF TOPIC WITH THIS ASK IN THE TAGS BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH AGAIN

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you’re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[basketobread]

Happy birthday! Mine was on Monday

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ And happy belated birthday to you!!! I hope you had a good one!! :) 🙏❤❤❤

[kuntprodukt]

PAREIDOLIA

Leon S. Kennedy x reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NON CONSENSUAL SEX, INCEST, SOMNOPHILIA, SMUT, non consensual somnophilia, father-daughter incest, deadbeat dad, female reader, he is pervy, obsession, implied alcoholism, blowjob, masturbation, use of daddy, creampie, underwear theft, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slapping.

Summary: your dad didn't teach you how to protect yourself nor he showed himself in your most important parts of life - until recently, and your mum told you to be gentle with your dad, too bad he didn't get the same memo with his kid

notes: released it from the jail finally!!!had this wip and idea since september or october, but got stuck until recently and yea.... i rewrote everything I don’t condone anything here in real life. :3 BIG thanks to @rigorwhoring for talking about dad leon with me and proofreading it, and @writingwisterias!!! uhm, reblogs, asks or comments and any kind of interractions are really appreciated!

tags: @melanchol1cs

“Your dad is a man with a hard life, be gentle.” Your mom’s voice resonates in your ears, even though she is far away from you, her familiar shake of the head and curled up brows flash in your mind. Too sweet, too nice, agonizingly when the topic is that man. You didn’t inherit this - you don’t know your dad, you’ve seen him only in photo albums, secretly hoping you don’t look like him.

It was amazing without him, really. You never felt the lack of dad. Good luck can’t last forever, cause the closest college was next to him. Perhaps, for once in his life, he decided to take responsibility.

So the house stands tall and in all its pride, looming over you as for the first time in your life a long time you feel like a little child again. The same feelings of those apartment buildings your eyes would study until the feeling that they will fall on you and the primal fear would force you to run away like a scared doe. This time is different.

Now standing in front of his door feels heavy, thoughts fill your brain anxiously - that’s the last thing you expect from yourself. Standing there and staring at it feels surreal, every passing second the door moves further from you. Blink. A normal door, it is in its place, nothing changed. Stress makes one mad. With a heavy sigh, your knuckles hit lightly the front door. Knock-knock. Silence, a little bit of rambling behind the door. Is he at home even? Or will he ignore you like always? You don’t care about this man, don’t change your mind. You are not a pussy. And this isn’t a meeting with the president.

This should be easy.

“Sorry, sweetheart..” A low and raspy voice comes out before the door opens. Your dad is in front of you. A look of hope and recognition flashes in his eyes before they get fogged by disappointment. What was that? Leon sighs, rubbing his eyes. “…did the road treat you well?”

“It was fine” you brush it off quickly, while your eyes are occupied on his face. That’s maybe your first time seeing him in flesh and blood. He looks good, but also like shit… light stubble across his cheeks, darkish spots under his eyes giving him an even more tired look. Messy dark brown hair, did he just wake up? He looks miserable. In photos he had much lighter hair, did he dye his hair when he was younger? Or blonde people just became darker with age. Unlucky for them.

Both don’t know how to act.

“Don’t stand like a statue, come on” His hand reaches for luggage, sighing again like it is heavy underpaid work on a construction site.

Tiredness washes over you after stepping inside. It looks okay here. Dusty, old, and empty bottles of cheap bourbon, no wonder he looks like shit, it is probably his first dry day since forever. A quick glance around, you didn’t catch many details, photos on shelves most of them were taken a long time ago - a photo of him and your mom, then another shelf with a girl with a red jacket and a big bear-looking man. Huge biceps. And your dad is in the middle.

“Did your mama tell you something about me?” His next question sets in the air as soon as the door closes with a click behind you. Luggage was already settled on the floor with a soft thump while you were busy studying the unmarried man’s dwelling.

Your mom. She is a good woman, with her own cons and pros - at the end of the day, she always tried to be a decent human being and you close your eyes on many things you didn’t comprehend. It is hard to raise a child alone in this economy. Still, dad as a word was empty - she never told you about him other than a simple “you have a dad”, “it is his birthday, don’t forget to call him.”. Nor he was a knight in shining armor tale-like, it was an empty word. And Daddy’s Girl or Princess is a mythological title, one you would see in movies.

“I don’t think so?” Why would she? You knew about his existence which is enough and your mom always tried to force him to interact with you. It didn’t turn out well - he’d always ignored your calls or messages. Even birthday texts.

It is awkward. His face is tensed; his eyes run away from yours, as his hand scrapes the stubble nervously - not pleased with the consequences of his own decision.

“Now… we have all the time to get to know each other” Leon speaks up again and you want to go to your room. He tries hard to pull out a memory related to you. Really. His fingers ran through his hair. “I was so busy these years” Yeah, crawling back to mom. “I remember we talked in a call, you were a cute kid, smart too”

“I don’t remember that” or like that. There is no memory other than one. And he still got it wrong. A call on your mom’s laptop which you accepted just to see his confused expression on the screen. There were no questions about your life, no greeting, just a simple one, you’d ask a stranger - “Where is your mom? Can you call her?”

“Cause you were a child, believe me,” Leon pauses. Trying to find another believable excuse. “Your old man isn’t going to mess up with you, dads are a girl’s first best friend”

“Sure…“ What a nonsense.

“Don’t be so vindictive” Leon tries to brush it off further. It isn’t hard to catch on to your clear hostility - the perks of his job.

“I am not” You shake your head. “…Just tired”

He wants to strangle you. No one likes a woman who talks too much or talks back to men. Even worse when somehow your tone and presence hint at his absence, - it is conscience talking. No man likes to be pointed to his own shit.

Leon silently watches you move to the stairs, dragging luggage behind you. An intrusive urge to keep the conversation going, to keep you here with him.

“You look so much like your mom, you know that?” His eyes travel from your face to your body. You stand there on the staircase, now higher than him, and look down. Like a judge silently deciding his fate. Leon clears his throat, his palm rubs his stubble again. “Your room is the first one to the right”

“…thank you”

For a moment, your stomach swirls uncomfortably at his blue eyes - they are sweet and warm, there is no hint of malice. At least you can’t catch it. But there is a hint of something else. Turbulent, like violent waves crashing against the rocks of the pier. And something raw. The latter you have seen that look in weird, creepy men in the bar - urging their hands on you or your friends.

To think of, you don’t know why he has a spare room in his house nor you are going to ask to not hear the answer you don’t want to swallow as a hard pill. It looks fine, better than you’ve expected. There are no posters or unique decorations - the same room you’d find in every hotel; too clean with every basic item and absence of constant living. You can fix it, unlike a hotel room.

——

It has been two months already, college keeps you busy and buried in your room, giving you more accessible excuses to avoid your dad. When he is at home, which isn’t a lot thankfully. The house is tremendously empty, even though the traces of him being here are visible, the feeling of loneliness is pressing on your brain every second of your little breaks. Nor is his presence calming, still, it soothes the void in your chest. Maybe you just miss back home, nostalgia makes the memories of the Sun warmer on your skin, ice cream tastier, and life easier.

Your panties have been disappearing. An unnatural amount, you’d be sure the place is haunted by a perverted ghost. Fortunately, you weren’t aware Leon was at fault. Nor did you try to ask him, maybe your dad appeared creepy and icky, but he wouldn’t steal your underwear, right? Most of his time he is out there working(or drinking in bars) or emptying one shot after another. And he can’t help himself, after all, you look like your mom, same face, the identical curve of your waist, and the same glimpse in your eyes.

“My ex-wife was struck by lightning, now she is my wife.“ Even your micro-expressions - your eye roll every time he jokes.

“No, she isn’t” No laughing, nothing. Your mom didn’t like his jokes either, the same tasteless bitch.

His genes didn’t fight back, perhaps one of the reasons Leon never cared for you until now. Like a cat after giving birth rejecting one of the kittens for an unexplainable reason. Instincts are wiser. He isn’t a mother, but he is a dad so this is applicable to him too, right? Of course, not because he was much busier to crawl back to your mom just to end up rejected for the thousandth time.

Your underwear is his guilty pleasure. Leon can’t help himself, he is long gone already. His attention easily glues to your underwear in his grip, free hand of habit frees his hard cock - it bobs up towards his hip and twitches in the air with already formed beads of pre-cum on his aching red tip - begging for any kind of attention. Your lips would be nice, the image of your lips around him, tracing the shape of the most prominent vein on his cock. Leon groans, leaning back against the back of the couch, the fabric of your underwear is so nice to feel pressed against his cock. O, to cum on your face - to see your pretty features to be tainted with his cum. His fist cups it in tighter, slowly pumping his cock and watching more pre-cum spill from the slit - staining your underwear, mixing with your scent. Another visual of you in his mind - your puffy folds in front of him, glistening with your slick, how his cock would press nicely in between your pussy lips, parting them and smearing your slick across his flesh. His cock twitches in his hand, quickening the pace and rubbing harder the soft fabric of your underwear.

There is a light, brief hint of clarity in his brain, whispering - Daughter! Your daughter! But it ends up being an encouragement to groan and stroking himself faster across his hardened cock until he finally gets his high. His cum spills over his knuckles and your underwear - he keeps stroking himself through his orgasm to hold on to this. Wet, dirty noises mix with his heavy breathing once he gets overwhelmed and too soft to keep it going.

At this point, this isn’t about your mom, but you. He doesn’t think about her anymore. His last chance to get what he had in his youth is you.

The obsession rooted deep in his body started to become heavier, every time you were doing your own business he wondered if your tits are the same as hers or even better. Does your pussy taste like her? Or better? Identical in appearance, the same would be applied to sex too, right? God, when his hands get on you, it would be so easy to play with you - the pressure on your spongy spot, to feel the familiar weight of your tits in his palm. He never met you until recently, but he knows your body to a T. He’d bet his teeth on that. You brought the smell of her back with the memories and he must not lose his last chance.

Maybe alcohol is doing its own deed, pushing even more inappropriate thoughts into his head - a good excuse for himself, there is no way he will admit to being on the bad side, too much happened in his life that ponders on him since he was 21 years old. Tonight Leon is brave, braver than he has ever been now that he is going to do something more than steal your underwear to jerk off on them. He’d make out with a bottle of alcohol as a gratitude.

Your entire presence here is like a gift after many years of enduring his job and rejections from your mom. You are a miracle, divine or not he hasn’t decided yet. You never lock your room, easier for your dad to get what he wants. And the night is young.

The mattress beneath you dips softly with added weight, in the dark room the outlines of your figure are still visible. You look peaceful, calm, and unaware of his presence. Of his intentions. and the edge of your shirt is riding up and shamelessly exposes the flesh of your stomach - what a tease you are and you don’t even realize it. Your unconscious body, deep in the sleep, and he probably has all night to enjoy you. This heightens his arousal, not daring to touch you for a solid minute - not believing this is real, this may be a divine gift at this point. Still need to decide on that. Blood buzzes in his ears; adrenaline, excitement, and alcohol pump his blood faster, for a moment afraid you may wake up without even having the taste of fucking you. Or he is going to have a stroke. Both scenarios aren’t optimal.

Already hard, not the hardest he has ever been - you should cut him some slack, alcohol isn’t the best friend with the boner and he is too excited. He grips his cock, slowly dragging his fist across his half-hard cock as his eyes are focused on your unconscious face. Your lips are parted slightly, a glimpse of your teeth and he can’t help himself again. Shifting closer to your face, guiding his cock to your mouth. The soft and plush skin of your lower lip connects with his tip. No need to rush, Leon, she is here, for you.

And what if she wakes up? A little bit of kitty scratches and weak slaps wouldn’t hurt. Actually, sounds even better; little bruises or scratches from you would work like an encouragement for him - in case, Leon can easily overpower you, anyway.

Slowly tracing the form of your lip with his tip, teasing himself for what is going to come. It has been years since he had a woman similar to her, they always lacked something. You are ideal. Whole. It is enough to slowly harden his cock, pre-cum bead forms on the slit just to smear it across your plush lip.

“Open up, let your dad have his fun” Finally. He nudges his cock in, slowly and watches your mouth easily open up as the tip disappears and gets enveloped with the wetness of your warm mouth.

And Leon gasps.

This is better than any pussy he had in years, maybe the lack of action comes back to haunt him - but he doesn’t care, his cock hardens in your mouth. It presses down on your tongue as he guides his hips back and forth slowly - the tip rubs on the soft surface of your wet heat. Not too rough or quick, in case you’d wake up so soon, he’d prefer that with his dick buried in your cunt. And to cum before he feels your cunt would be a sin. Your mouth hangs open, saliva hoards in the corner of it - you look like a perfect doll for him. Pulling his hard and wet cock out of your mouth, a string connects with your lips - like something he’d find in porn sites with dirty titles.

Deadbeat dad fucks his unconscious whore daughter - this would have been the title for the hypothetical porn video. And he gets even more excited.

Roughly pulling higher the fabric of your shirt, he needs to see your tits. To feel them in his palm. And they are perfect, he is memorized by the sight of your nipples stiffening up as the chillier air makes contact with them. His palm holds your breast, it fills so well - god, fuck, your tits were made for him, so perfectly sit in his hand and soft. A squeeze and they are softer than before. Softest even. Your skin is like the most expensive silk under his fingers, addicting to touch - your chest would cure his insomnia. This is something he’d expect to find in after death. Instead, he is alive and well. Miracle, alright.

“Your tits are perfect, better than I’ve imagined” Leon whispers, not flickering away from your chest.

His thumb and index fingers focus on your nipple now, in between their tips he applies more pressure. Soft, tender too. Your expression tenses, light twitches in your mouth, and how your eyebrows come together is so cute - he doesn’t even know what to stare at.

“What you like…” A light flick with his fingers on your nipple - your lips tense “This feels good, yeah?” This time his fingers twist - your lips part with a weak moan. “So good for me, for daddy” A pinch - another docile whimper, needy. For him. And his dick is painfully hard, leaking pre-cum and twitches in the air. Clearly unhappy with the neglect.

Leon isn’t in the mood to undress you - he is drunk and hard to the point his conscience doesn’t care what’s good or wrong, it whispers to him sweetly: get what you deserve, Leon, this is your gift after enduring everyone’s shit. The shit that woman’s pulled too.

“Let me see you” He positions in between your legs, fingers easily pulling aside the fabric of your shorts and underwear - exposing your pussy to his gaze.

God, fucking god, he will be damned and not to be memorized would be a sin. It isn’t wet as he expected it to be, but still, the strings of slick cling to your folds and lips, glistening like a silent spell lures him to finally fuck you. To bury his cock inside you. He adjusts his position, his cock is twitching and so close to your slick warmth.

With his hand, he guides his cock to part your pussy lips, grinding against the heat of your cunt. Its tip against your slicked folds, bumping against your clit, and watching your body flick with weak moans. The friction makes you gush even more with slick. His precum mixes with your arousal, it spreads easily on his veiny and hard cock. Would work perfectly as a lube. His free hand grips your hip tightly, angling it to finally guide his cock into your neglected hole.

His tip slowly disappears inside your slick folds, hitting his body with a rush of addicting pleasure - your walls stretch around his cock slowly, gripping every prominent vein and adjusting to the slight curve of his cock. Warm heat envelops him almost in a vice-like hold, forcing a low groan out of his throat. Your hips buck into him, sinking his cock deeper into you with a weak moan escaping - even in a badly lightened room his eyes can catch on the changes in your expressions; slightly tensed eyebrows, tongue flicks out for a moment and your fingers grip the fabric of the mattress. Your pussy engulfs him in so addictingly warm, your walls clench ridiculously tight around his cock.

The room feels with his heavy breathing, nibbling on his lower lip, and for a moment, Leon was not sure he would have been able to last long enough for him. Your pussy makes him dizzy, so much that he needed to take a pause, pulling his cock out - not entirely, leaving his tip inside you.

It is addicting to watch your hole stretching around his tip, a sight that will make him even drunker than he is right now. Popping it in and out, over and over until all he can hear are wet and filthy noises - and your moans mixed with his heavy breathing, as more slick gushes - another push, his cock sinks into you deeper and so easily. Wet teasing moment didn’t last long, already drowning in the selfish urge to fuck you. And cum. Inside you, probably. His cock twitches inside you at the thought. Maybe he will.

Slowly starting to roll his hips back and forth, which becomes deep and slow thrusts briefly. Easily losing himself in your body, his hand reaches to knead your breast, as his cock hits its tip against your cervix. His hips rock into you in quick thrusts, heavily breathing and not being able to look away from your face, every little pout or more prominent lines in between your brows, weak and breathless moans as he is fucking you - and you aren’t even aware. God, the images of you waking up and begging to stop fill his mind in a suffocating manner - that’s why he didn’t even try to drug you. Risk is too much fun to deny. His cock throbs inside you, another slam of hips. A hard gulp. A pinch on your nipple before his hand creeps up to rest on your neck before it returns to your hip.

Your skin is too perfect for him, the best silk, he’d die to have you under his hands forever.

The smell of whiskey. Cheap almost, acidic, and lures you out of your sleep. There is something else, the bed doesn’t feel firm anymore. Like sleep paralysis, an oppressive weight sits heavy on your chest and with you. Just this time, you can move and open your eyes, grogginess weighed on them before seeing your dad above you.

Like a punch in your solar plexus. Hard to breathe, too weak to do something other than try to worm out pathetically.

“G-get fucking off—!”

“I am getting off, don’t worry” Leon grunts above you, almost laughing - the dimly lightened room hides a condescending smirk on his face. Your fingers dig into his biceps, your nail will leave half-moon marks on his skin - he’d jerk off by watching them in the mirror, a good reminder of your pussy.

You won’t worm out, even a light grip on your hip is enough to hold you down.

His cock is buried deep inside you, filling your pussy to the point it feels like you lack the air. His hips meet flat against your ass after every thrust.

“Are you going to be good?“ Leon presses harder, his cock hits your G-spot, and your back arches into his hips. He wants to hear you call him daddy, really-really. You never called him dad either, which isn’t bad cause he’d probably get a boner anyway.

“Call me right, for once?” his hand squeezes your cheeks briefly to watch your lips purse out. “and not by my name”

“Asshole”

“Noo, sweetheart, that’s not it.” Leon clicks with his tongue, a slap lands on your cheek and it burns. So fucking bad. “Don’t act smart while you are just dumb bitch”

Your mind gets blank as his thrusts hit the spongy spot inside you. Your nails dig into his skin harder, this time not fighting - to grip yourself harder on him. Being gentle, maybe you should, to give what he wants.

“Fuck…” You can feel every vein on his cock, dragging inside you “Da-…daddy”

God knows he was about to cum after you called him daddy. Not sure how he didn’t fill your pussy with his load, there should be some kind of reward for that. Keeping the pace quick and his balls start to tighten in no time. He can’t keep this going forever.

“Are you going to take it? Like a good girl,” He grunts, his head falls on the crook of your neck, his lips so close to the skin - you can feel how heavy his breathing is. “Make daddy proud..”

And something isn’t right. Oh fuck. Surely he used a condom, right? Fuck, no. His hips rut against you roughly slowly becoming messier, your back arches in a perfect curve into him like you are asking for this.

“You can’t cum inside” It hits you harder, but the next protest is just choked panic. “—…no, fuck, no, no”

“Forgot you to ask” Another slap and you can only pray bruises won’t appear on your skin in the morning. Eye contact returns. “Beg”

You don’t really have the choice to protest, right? You can’t see in the dark the lamp or something else to hit him. Nor do you have the mental capacity to focus on something else than his cock rutting into you in a such right, but the wrong, filthy way. Your body loves this, gushing on his cock like a dumb whore - you? You hate this, at least that’s something you tell yourself.

“Please, Leo—…”You pause, almost let it slip. Oops, quickly fix this up! No matter how much you hate the name. “…daddy, please, not inside”

Leon hums hoarsely. You can see how he enjoys this, containing in the loud groan that wants to come out. Weird to see how much he is into this daddy thing. The hand he slapped you comes lower, fingers brush at your clit before finally applying pressure on it. Quick circle motion with the pads his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub, and your body adores this, bucking into his fingers even harder - and deepening the penetration.

You were nice enough and he’d die to see your expression as you cum on his cock.

His pace quickens and his fingers try to keep up too before they slowly retreat to grip your face - eye contact is the way. He isn’t going to lose the opportunity. Your body dips heavier into the mattress as it becomes more ruthless and messier than before. All he can hear right now is the flesh-hitting sounds mixing with wet ones too. And your shameful moans coming from your lips. Your tits bounce with every particularly hard thrust while your pussy tightens in a silent plea to fill it, not only with his cock, but cum too.

His hips stutter in their pace for the last time, before shooting a hot load of cum inside you. You can’t help but feel used, disappointed at that. Didn’t hold his silent promise, if there was any after all. He buries deep inside, the warm cum fills your pussy almost to the brim, and his mind is blank - you can see how focused he is; his lips form a thin line, his eyes don’t look at you anymore and his brows frown as his cock pumped rope after rope inside you. Yours hits hard too, crushing to the point your body is exhausted. A tingling sensation rushes to end up in your fingertips, his skin is probably scratched and your lower stomach feels full of him - his cum, weird. You hope alcohol has been killing not only his brain but also his sperm.

When he is all spent, his body presses heavier against you - laying on you, not even pulling out his slowly softened cock. Now trying to steady his breathing. There was a weird expectation Leon’d leave you alone after orgasm, but he is still here. You want to push him off of your frame, to hit him and force him to get out of here - unfortunately, exhaustion veils the anger much easier, and your limbs grow heavier. Maybe it is lack of sleep, the grogginess that returns as your high slowly fades away and his warm body on you has a similar effect to a weighted blanket.

“Your dad is a man with a hard life, be gentle.” echoes in your mind again.

To be gentle is a gift one should earn or whatever. Not everyone was born with that. You thought you lacked that too, like a black hole the same Leon created unwillingly or unawarely in your life. Maybe not only you, the excuses for his absence swirl in your mind like a plague - Leon didn’t know better, maybe he didn’t have a good father figure either, - how could he know what to do at a young age? You wouldn’t have known either. Maybe you’d ignore your child for two decades too.

Tonight, ignorance is bliss and there should be only a weak embrace. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instead of pushing him off of you - you let him to fall asleep this once as an act of kindness you have promised your mom.

[tj-crochets]

At this point multiple people have replied to this already to explain (thanks everyone! :D ), but the answer to how to secure the seam if you can't backstitch is to tie a knot. Can't believe I forgot that's an option lol Also, to be clear: you can use the straight stitch for plushies made with stretch fabrics like minky and fleece. It's the only stitch I use for all of my plushies, whether it's woven or knits, cotton or minky or fleece or faux fur or anything, it's all straight stitch. It does mean the seams will not really stretch, but for all the plushie patterns I've written (and all the patterns I've used written by others) that's a feature, not a bug. It's also the only stitch I use for quilting. You can use zigzag stitch to secure the binding, but I prefer the look of the straight stitch, either works and it's very much just a preference thing (you can also handsew the binding if you want for an invisible seam). It won't limit you much not to be able to do other stitches; I've been sewing for about five years and for more than half that time I could not use any stitch but straight stitch either (my grandma's old machine is technically capable of other stitches but it's as stubborn as she was and refuses to do any other stitch reliably lol)(I say stubborn affectionately lol)

Hi there! I’m not in a place where I can start sewing yet at all, but recently my grandma gave me her sewing machine. She had it electrified (?) at some point so it has the electric pedal, but it only does straight stitch. Is it possible to use this for quilting? Plushie making? Will it limit me a lot to have a machine that only does straight stitch?

Hey! It is absolutely possible to make both quilts and plushies with just straight stitching, that's all I use for both. The only things I use the zigzag stitch for are beanies, mittens, socks, baskets and rugs The only thing that miiight trip you up making plushies and quilts is whether or not the the machine can backstitch at the start and end of a seam. I think I heard some of them can't, and I'm sure there's a way to manually "lock" a seam if you can't backstitch to secure it, but off the top of my head I can't think of how would be best to do that

[pinkdaiisies]

Dale Cooper x reader

Summary: A certain fbi agent knows just how to break you out of your shell... for some odd un-explainable reason.

Based off of this request

Notes: sorrrrryyyyy for the wait!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Lucy was currently thoroughly explaining to Sheriff Truman which line to pick up through the phone. Her desk faced the guest window, while yours faced the opposite wall behind her. You didn't mind not having to greet whoever walked in. It's the main reason why you loved your job. Being able to complete paperwork in solitude, while having the occasional gossip session with Lucy was the dream. Everyone who worked at the station knew you weren't the talkative type, hell, everyone in Twin Peaks knew that.

After Lucy hung up the phone, she swiveled her chair towards you. Every deputy awaited the arrival of some FBI agent that was due to show up any hour. The past day and a half, Twin Peaks had an eerie feel to it. The loss of Laura Palmer shaking everyone up, including you.

"Gee I wonder when the FBI agent is showing up!" Lucy said. "I've gotten five calls the last 2 hours asking for updates on the case." Lucy said while spinning in her chair. "Hows your paperwork going?"

"It's going." You said. A drunken man had hit a deer on one of the highways and he claimed that it was the station's fault for not having deer crossing signs. You were finishing up some of his court statement logs. "You'd think a man living in Twin Peaks his whole life would know that deer live in the woods." Lucy giggled at your words before getting distracted by Deputy Brennan at the coffee machine. She stood up from her seat and joined him, making you the only one behind the desk.

You were still turned away from the window when you heard the lobby door open. You prayed it was just another deputy coming back from being on duty. Unfortunately you heard someone trying to get your attention.

"Excuse me, miss?" You had no choice but to spin your chair around to the mystery person.

You could tell right away from the look of the man that this was the FBI agent. The fancy suit and the FBI pin near his collar gave it away. Another thing you took notice of right away was the man's sheer beauty. You weren't the type to make your feelings of attraction a topic of discussion, but you would definitely have to gossip with Lucy about this later.

"Hi sorry." You spoke back quietly.

"Lucy is it?" The man questioned while looking at Lucy's name placard on the desk.

"No, Lucy stepped out for a moment. I'm y/n l/n." You said while pointing to your name tag back on your own desk, which was barley visible due to the overflow of paper work.

"It's lovely to meet you y/n." Dale said with a smirk on his face. "Its sad we have to meet under these unfortunate circumstance. I'm Special Agent Dale Cooper." The smirk on his face nearly made you forget the case at hand. His flirtatious smile yet professional demeanor wasn't something you were used to, having lived in Twin Peaks your whole life. Although you've only known him for literal seconds, you were sure he was different from anyone you've ever met.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you too Agent Cooper." You said with a smile that was probably a little too big for the moment. "Our Sheriff is down the hall in the door on your right. We also have donuts and coffee in the break room so feel free to grab as much as you'd like! If we run out just call me and I can probably go out to the Double R diner to grab some more, it's really no problem. Twin Peaks is really happy to have you-"

"Y/n! Mr. FBI agent probably has to go, you don't want to hold him for too long." Lucy saved you from your rambling. You've never once rambled before in your life. You probably spoke more in those few sentences then you have all week!

"It's really no problem. Thank you y/n." Then Dale left your vision as he turned the corner to make his way to the Sheriff.

"I love you y/n but I don't think I've ever heard you speak so much at once!" Lucy exclaimed. It was true, you didn't know what had gotten into you. Sure, Dale Cooper was a good looking man, but you have never once let a man change your very own speaking tendencies!

"Ugh!" You groaned in response, knowing you had just embarrassed yourself. You swiveled your chair back to your desk and buried your face into your hands.

-

Dale Cooper had been in Twin Peaks for four days now. The only updates you got on the Laura Palmer case were the details that Deputy Brennan accidentally let slip to Lucy, and it didn't seem like they were getting far.

You were able to keep your blabbering to a minimum around Dale Copper for the most part. Although when Dale walked in every morning he would make a point to catch your attention to tell you good morning. So obviously you had no choice but to awkwardly spin your chair around as fast as lighting, occasionally knocking down some papers in the process, and say good morning along with some meaningless comment about the weather or the status of the coffee in the break room.

Despite your awkwardness, Dale Cooper always agreed with you, or thanked you, and walked to the Sheriff's room with a smile on his face. Always leaving Lucy giggling to herself. You spilled to her that you thought the agent was handsome on the second day of his arrival. Sometimes she would call him over to the reception desk just to ask him some meaningless question that involved you somehow. You were left speechless every time, but Dale always answered back in a serious and thoughtful way.

Starting the paper work for poor Laura's case was the most difficult paperwork you've ever filled out. Her murder hit a lot harder than all of the other cases that were brought to your desk. Which is why you needed to get your second cup of coffee of the day. You made your way to the break room and poured yourself a cup, while looking at the donut options.

Footsteps approached as you stirred your coffee and you soon realized that agent Cooper was walking towards you. Your heartbeat sped up tremendously.

"Hello y/n!" Dale said.

"Hi Agent Cooper! How are you?" Although you started speaking before he could answer, "I expect not too well because I heard you and the deputies stayed out late last night looking for evidence. I can only imagine how stressful that may be." You silently cursed yourself for rambling on once again, but Dale didn't seem to mind.

"I'm doing as well as I can. Although a cup of coffee will definitely make my day better!" Dale answered back. To help the agent, you reached for a cup but failed to realize Cooper was reaching at the same time. Both of your guys hands brushed and you pulled away anxiously, a blush staining your cheeks. You muttered a sorry, and Dale said that it was no problem.

"Well, how are you doing?" Dale asked back while beginning to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Oh me? I'm doing okay I guess, can't really complain, I'm not the one trying to solve a murder right now." You giggled awkwardly. Now is definitely not the time to be laughing?! You thought to yourself. "I'm sorry that was dumb. I totally respect your line of work, I'm just not used to talking to a lot of new people..." Your sentence got quieter as you spoke. "I've lived here my whole life so everyone knows everyone."

"Don't apologize," Dale started. "So I'm assuming you've eaten at the Double R Diner before then?" Dale asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Of course I have! Their food is really good and the owner is just the sweetest person you'll ever meet!" You said, finally a normal sentence coming out of you.

"Well maybe you'd like to accompany me to get coffee over there tomorrow around this time?" Out of all of the things you expected Agent Cooper to say, him asking you on a date was very low on the list.

"Yes- I mean, I'd love to! I didn't think that you would- well, I never expected you to..." You cut yourself short, realizing another century long ramble was near. "Yes Agent Cooper." You finished with a huge smile on your face.

"Great! I should probably get going, Harry was expecting me in his office." He smiled and left you standing there with excitement.

Dale walked into the room that the Sheriff was in.

"Your receptionist sure is quite talkative Harry." Dale said.

"Yes, Lucy does tend to be that way." Sheriff Truman said while organizing some evidence on the table.

"No, I meant y/n." Dale said with a skeptical look on his face.

"Are you sure you don't have them mixed up?" Harry questioned.

"Well I just asked y/n on a date tomorrow so I sure hope I don't!"

[the-kr8tor]

I love love love your work!!!! This is my first time sending a request so I hope I’m doing it right 😭,, I was wondering if you could do reader x Hobie Brown,,where the reader is a HUGE bookworm and loves talking about current reads/ literature in general. The reader is worried about annoying Hobie while talking because they think he doesn’t care about books or the topic is boring, so she stops yapping about her books and Hobie finds it weird or something 😭😭🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Hihi! Thank you so much!! Hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

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“—and you know what happens next?” You exclaim, tone high and excited. Hobie sits comfortably in between your legs, his hands tinkering with your broken clock whilst you ramble on about a new read. You answer your own question a mere second later. “She fucking fell of the tower, taking down the villain with her!” Fingers kneading softly at his nape, it's more for your pleasure than his (he loves it anyway)

You can't see it but Hobie has a huge grin on his face. He, like usual, would always sport the same smile whenever you talk about your books. He'd always find himself enamored by the plot just from you talking about it. Whether it's romance or horror, he loves it when you share your stories with him. He'd let you ramble on for hours if you want to. The clock in his hand was repaired by him thirty minutes ago, but he'll be damned if he interrupts your pleasant chatter.

His vision is filled with your face a second later, eyebrows knitted together, and a pout on your pretty lips. He resists the urge to kiss it away.

“Are you okay?” You ask, and he quirks a brow at your question.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”

“I've been a chatterbox all day, your ears must be ringing from my voice.” You clear your throat nervously. “Sorry, Hobs, can you tell me about your day?” You rhythmically tap his clavicle, a nervous habit of yours that he finds endearing.

“Love, my ears are perfectly fine at listening to you talk.” Hobie slithers his hand up to the back of your head, not pushing or pulling you away, just comfortably holding onto you. “And you know I love my chatterbox.”

You sigh, arms laying still on his torso, chin tucked atop the crown of his head. “I haven't given you the chance to talk, I've been blabbering the entire time about my book. You must be so bored, do you want to turn the telly on instead?”

“Love?” He calls tenderly as he leans his head down so he could see you in all your glory.

“Yeah?” You answer back with the same softness, and a small smile on your lips when you see through his lopsided smile and hazel eyes that are practically in the shape of hearts.

Hobie chuckles, hands leaving the clock to hold the side of your thighs, squeezing lightly. The pads of his calloused fingers glide down to your knees, laying there comfortably like you're a seatbelt on a rollercoaster.

“You could talk about how paint is made and I'd listen to you for hours on end.” Your cheeks warm up at his comment, it's your turn to resist a much needed smooch on his handsome face. “I'm just lucky that you're into more interesting things.”

“You're okay with me talking about my stories?”

“I'll do you one better.” He twists around on the floor to loop his arms around your waist. Pushing you close to him, chin laying on your thigh, he tilts his head, knowing that the simple act makes you melt. With a proud smirk, he taps the small of your back. “Read the book to me? You're killing me with anticipation here, love, what happens next?”

You hide your quickening heartbeat with a huff. “Okay, but don't hate me if you don't like what happens next.” You practically leap off the couch to fetch the book when he nods at you. His laugh echoes and follows you around as you rummage through your piles of books.

[velaenam]

strawberry chocolate parfait \ nanami kento x reader (ch.1)

word count: 1.1k tags: slight slow burn, pining, romance, fluff, added as i go! setting: you are a worker at a bakery that nanami kento frequents ♡ authors note: hello ^_^ i hope you are doing wonderful! this is my first time writing for nanami. pls enjoy! chapter: 1/? <next>

Chapter 1 - Vanilla Cake

‘Does this guy need help….?’

‘He’s staring real hard at the bread…. Omg- is it ugly? Aw hell- I made that this morning…’ 

Your thoughts were cut off by the towering figure of a man, with two loaves of baguette in one hand and one container of cake, that happened to be your favorites, in the other. You smile up at him, “Will this be everything?” He gives a stiff nod, locking his eyes with yours, then you giggled; “Then.. I guess I'll bag-uette up for you..” 

No? No reaction..Damn, tough crowd.. 

He thanks you and you bid him farewell and to come back soon. You could’ve sworn he almost smiled… maybe that was a look of irritation..?

After he leaves eyesight, You make haste by sitting down behind the counter, face flushed with embarrassment and agony. It made you cringe. Why would you say that? Your coworker giggled at you, making sure to add salt to the wound, “You tried.. That’s all it matters.” she gives you a head pat and continues,  “He’s a regular here. He’s probably gonna come back in another couple of hours on his way home or something.”

“Then how come I’ve not seen him before?”

“Dunno.. He’s been away for a couple months now.” 

“What’s his name?”

“You should ask when he comes back.”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“Oh but asking some other random person, who doesn’t know him at all, by the way, isn’t weird?”

She has a point.

You looked down at your phone and idly texted your friend Nobara about your day and fashion related topics. 

You met when Nobara came down to the bakery to get some pastries for her boyfriend. You hit it off right away due to shared interests, albeit you being 7 years older. Nobara enjoyed having an older sister with an affinity for style, love for shopping, and interest in all the cool girl stuff that Maki wouldn’t normally talk to her about. 

Right now you two are discussing weekend plans. Nobara and her boyfriend Yuji, along with Megumi, and their teacher Gojo were going to a karaoke room cause it had been a while since Gojo had gone out with his students. He was stuck on oversea assignments for the past couple of weeks and he dearly misses them, or so he says. As always, you had been invited and of course you said yes! 

You are very fond of the kids and Gojo. The 3 of them reminded you of your siblings back home, and well- Gojo is Gojo. Plus, if you had declined, Gojo would pester you non-stop. 

-

After a mini rush, you sit  down, tired, ready to bite down into your sandwich, when on queue, the door swings open, revealing the tall blonde man, taking his glasses off as his eyes pierce you again. You wave at him and he just nods. You get a bag ready as the man collects another slice of the same cake he had bought earlier. He also got another dessert, this time, a small vanilla custard tart w/ fruits on top, made by yours truly. He comes up to the counter, and you stiffen up  in shyness, “Is this everything for you?”

The man looked tired, but he let out a soft, yet stern ‘yes.’

As you rang up his order you looked back up to him, your lips curling into a small grin, “How was work?” This caught them both off guard, “Oh- I didn’t- I didn’t mean to assume-” I mean.. Unless this guy enjoys walking around in a whole business suit for funsies.

He actually lets out a chuckle, “It’s okay. It was a busy day.” 

You both stayed silent for a second before he asked in return, “How was your day, miss?” This made you feel warm and your smile only got bigger, “It was wonderful! I got to serve a lot of customers. They bought their kids in. It was so fun.”

‘And cause you came into the shop twice.’

“Ah sorry.. I’m trailing. I didn’t mean to ramble- you must be dying to get home.”

‘No, I could get used to listening to you.’  is what he wanted to say;

Instead he lets out a relieved sigh, “It’s alright. I’m glad you had a good day today.” This caused your cheeks to tint red. Dying from embarrassment because you just knew that your coworkers were listening in, she redirects the topic, and points at the cake, “Do you like those?” He nods again, “They’re the best I’ve ever had. Compliment the baker for me.” Oh your heart, you could hear it beating so hard from your chest. 

You do a mental fist pump before clapping your hands with glee, “Oh I’m so glad you liked them!” You go around the counter and grab another slice just for him. You stared up at him in absolute awe, because behind the counter was elevated by at least a foot. 

This man was tall, as hell. 

He just looks down at you eyeing your move. You push the cake towards him even harder, “This one is on the house!” He tilts his head in question. You double down and nod your head, affirming the choice. He grabs hold of the cake with one hand, “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

‘Ask for her name Nanami’ He repeats to himself in his head

“What is your name?” She beats him to the punch. 

‘Have you lost your touch?’-- “Nanami”

“I really like your name. It’s beautiful! My name is Y/N.”

‘Y/N, huh.. What a nice name..’

You give him his bag as he recollects his thoughts, “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve got to get going. Work” You shoot him one last smile before waving him off, “Thank you for coming! It was nice to meet you! Don’t work too hard!”

An hour goes by and it's time for the bakery to close for the night. You turn the lights off as the ladies load up the delivery car with food that wasn’t sold for the day so they could give it to the local kitchens and homeless shelters. You bid your coworkers farewell before hopping into your car and collecting yourself, before driving home.

After you get home you jump into bed, eager to text Nobara. 

[Txt]  Y/N - “I met such a cute guy today!”

A second later there’s an audio msg from her of Gojo;

[Voice Recording] “Wahh?! Y/N I wasn’t there today!”  in a whiny bit.

You laugh as Nobara actually sends a text;

[Txt] Nobara - “Tell me all about it when you come to karaoke… matter of fact, he should come!”

But you just met.. How are you going to pull that off… and will he even want to go is the better question… what if he thinks you’re weird … oh lord… so many overthinking possibilities.. Ok but what if he actually says yes?

[Txt] Y/N- “Are you sure?”

[Txt] Nobara  - “Yeah! Gojo-sensei is paying anyway.”

[yourmaidsp]

sorry about alottodix' ask btw. but it's true i would actually die for an east park comic and i'm excited to see what you've got in store. take all the time you need, i'll eat it up whenever you have the time to put it out!!

your AU genuinely inspires me so much, i have a similar AU with a friend where the characters are from Latin America and it's not a real project yet but all your designs and notes really make me itch to work on it more. It's truly beautiful and I'm so thankful you're sharing this with us <3 your art is truly beautiful and i could ramble about how wonderful all your designs are for days.

off topic and this is such a silly question but I just really really loved your butters & kenny piece for the album cover redraw, and i was wondering if you ship them (either platonically or romantically)? like could we expect more pieces with the two of them in the future? they're my favorite characters & dynamic and seeing them together in your style added years to my life hehieihhoheohe. there was some stuff about Butters being inspired by Kenny's SOT character and I would overall love to know more about their dynamic in the AU!!!

expect for me to reblog your art spamming yelling in the tags at some point bc you deserve to have all the appreciation heard. love your work, keep it up!!! <3

-- @mantequillamcwhoremick

Oh dear! No worries! 🥺🥺🥺 I just have too much ideas needed to be sorted out... also the shadow ban and rebuild account thing TT I'm truely grateful u guys are interested in my work!! I'm so glad to see ppl creating AUs based on their own culture! 🥲✨✨

This year I hope I'll have time to get more designs done, I was doing a lot of room/house design for the kids on paper, and hopefully get some small stories out🥲( I guess I could do some comic strips like last year) and hopefully get pt2 of my storyboard out this Halloween.

Feel free to ask me anything and everything! 🥺👍🏻 I LOVE SEEING FEEDBACKS AND THOUGHTS YAYYY

oh and hell yeah I ship Bunny.

In East Park (main plot) they're childhood friends. in SOT Kenny decided to play the war game as a girl and it awoke sth. in Butters. Thus in TFBW we have Marjorine Chaos.

Also there might be something more abt them in future tl, there will be Crimson Dawn so they're bandmates and that counts as marriage for sure but I won't spoil more for now_(:зゝ∠)_

Have a nice dayyyyy✨ and thank u so much🥲✨

[kittycatred]

watching your process with making the ghost live is honestly kinda amazing-

AWWHWH THANK YOU SO MUCH ???? (sorry im using this as an excuse to ramble now about my story stuff for this blog :3)

ive been half worried that its too obvious im making it up as i go or that i dont have anything planned for it, and i actually nearly held off on this arc for a bit longer

cause around the beginning of this blog, right around when i started the minecraft saga is when i had the idea of "ooh red's been possessed twice in canon, i should make them possessed again on the blog !!"

and fun fact: after the cave saga, i half debated on keeping red in minecraft longer, and finding a portal that then took them back to monster school, and i half debated on would herobrine possess them again ?? but i was super unsure so i had red go home, and because that saga i just wanted it to end at that point lmaoo

and ive had the idea, until yesterday with the rain in red's room i was trying to think of a way to make it go away without just "oh it randomly went away" just cause i like to be silly with stuff if i can think of it !! then i thought "ooh this would be a perfect setup for the possession stuff !!!"

and i was trying to figure out what could possess red, i considered herobrine but like i said ooc in tags a bit ago he's semi canonically redeemed, or atleast not an active threat from helping with fighting king and being a teacher at monster school and i had no idea how to spin that around (and...i dont know how id roleplay herobrine too LMAO)

i considered minecraft mobs, not any specific ones, but because of the cave arc red wouldnt be going in minecraft alone for awhile and it wouldnt make sense for a random mob to show up so that wasnt done

so then i thought....hmmm what if i make a ghost character ??? no plans, just a ghost stick figure, that possesses red, except in contrast to how red types and red's personality, ill make them kinda like a polar opposite to red ??

that was my ONLYYYY BASIS

and like red i can be impulsive so i went with it

annnd....wanna know another secret ?? :3

these posts ( 1 2 3 4 ) WERE ALL IMPROVED. ENITRELY.

all i knew was "okay red's gonna meet the ghost, and gain enough trust with it to sleep and then the ghost will possess him"

literally after i drew one thing, i had no plan i just kept trying to base off "hmm what can i do heree ??" and same with the dialogue (that im too scared to reread because i made all that at midnight and i glanced and saw one grammar mistake but i dont wanna remake those posts or edit themmm sooo </3)

but it wasnt until the 3rd post where i had the idea of ghostie pointing out red's insecurities as to why theyd make the deal in the first place, because in the post of red talking about being a cat in response to cho's ask, they were a little vulnerable at the end and were all "i hated it because i was coddled !! not cause i hate the attention but i want to be capable of myself !!" sorta thing until they switched topics instantly thats another idea i wanted, of diving deep into red's insecurities but i didnt wanna repeat of "reds all nighter crashout" as to seeing red's thoughts so i decided to mash those concepts together :3

another scrapped idea i had, was building off of red's whole "floaty hands and anon things ?? im either crazy or these are ghosts !!" and i nearly had "ghostie" talk to red at first in the form of asks, since you can send asks to yourself, but i felt like that would get confusing that its a character im playing and not an actual anon

and building off of that idea aside from the anon asks part, i almost had ghostie try to "befriend" red at first, and then red would open up to them throughout the night and then theyd offer the "i can help with that!!" then possess them the next morning

buuut im really glad that my direction with making ghostie a character is going well !!! because it is entirely improved from the second i start typing LMAO

which, i do improv alot for red !! given it is a roleplay blog alongside askblog, but i am just super glad im not fumbling too bad with improving and ENTIREEE CHARACTER as i go :'D

this is. a very huge ramble my bad.

but as you can tell i think ALOT about this blog, and even though it is quite literally in character for red anyways, once i finish one story/arc thing i always try to come up with the next thing, even if it means improving as i go like if i didnt go with this arc, the other plan i had was involving the monster school students, i 100% want to have red interact with them sometime still, i just 1) dunno how to draw them easy enough to redraw alot and 2) i dunno how to roleplay as them YET. but im so glad i finally got to do the possession arc AND also have red face their insecurities, because the thing about red, or how i write them here, is they will be avoidant as EVER in expressing sappy deep emotions, but in the way of "everythingggg is fineee wooo!!!" sorta thing or brushing them off, thats why for me to deep dive into red's thoughts i had to have them pull an all nighter last time /silly

quite honestly 80% of this blog is me looking at past little things here and stringing them together like one of those conspiracy bulletin boards, but its so fun to just improv build off of prior things, which i was SUUPER hesitant on at the start of this blog but now its just super fun for me !!! literally ill go around thinking of how to incorporate as much as i can to tie everything together on this blog, the only thing i havent been able to do that with is the ruben's lead bodysuit saga a LOOONG while back but ill probably come up with something or how to end that, since rocketcorp isnt so much of a threat anymore ?? for now atleast. but ill figure that out sometime

OKAY ILL ACTUALLY END THE RAMBLE HERE THOUGH sorry i just. think alot. BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HOW IM IMPROVING GHOST !! :3

[mx-pastelwriting]

Lost to Sea

SINCLAIR BRYANT X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Vacationing with Sinclair spending the morning together. WARNINGS/TAGS: Sugar Daddy/Baby Relationship, Established Relationship, Boating, Fluff, Kissing, Slight Teasing

A/N: I know this isn't usual what I write but the parasites in me...they got me.

Rocking softly from the ocean's hold on the boat you sat on with Sinclair enjoying breakfast, watching as he ate cutely leaned into a book. 

Sipping your drink of choice in the morning feeling the breeze of the ocean warmed by the sun, Sinclair having rented out this boat for your vacation instead of a hotel. As soon as he was handed the key, you both passed out on the fluffy bed, leaving the morning to explore the boat further.

Gently touching his leg, drawing the familiar pair of green eyes to look up, a smile immediately grew on his face while shifting himself in the seat coming back to the reality of the moment. “Is it good?” Sinclair asks with a gummy smile and sun-squinted eyes, “Very.” You respond, earning a long ramble on the sales market of your breakfast. Hearing the thick accent that sang with his words, nodding every so often just to keep him going for your selfish means of admiring all that he is. 

Sadly, it came to an end, though only because of your actions, having moved against him again attracting his eyes fueled with something new. Quickly moving on from the new moment by changing the subject, then having a bite of food. Hesitantly, Sinclair entertained your new conversation topic, feeling his leg close to you, not letting the past moment be forgotten. 

Finishing the meal, quickly cleaning off the table then moving over the couch that welcomed the closeness of the ocean water. Looking to not notice Sinclair going into the bedroom, then coming back out with swimwear, kissing your cheek, awaking your surprised attention to him. Smiling at his swift action, still lended in placing your hands on his cheek and chest, returning the kiss before watching as he jumps into the water.

“Cold?” You ask loudly as he resurfaces with wet, messed-up hair. “Perfect for the morning,” he says, floating, facing the bright sun that shined through the clear skies. Leaning against the cold metal railing, watch your Sinclair swim with the calm morning sea. 

“Come, join me.” Calling out to you before swimming closing to hear you. “I’m not dressed for it,” answering not wanting to get in so early or change out of your expensive clothing.

“Nonsense,” he says before climbing up the side stairs. Coming close, dripping wet, yelping as he attacks you with kisses, wetting your clothing.

“Sinclair!” you plead, making him stop only for a moment. “I’ll buy you more,” he whines, not caring about the fabric covering your body or the hundreds to thousands it costs.

Finally calming down, sitting down next to you, soaking the white leather couch while taking in the view of each other. Running your hands through his hair, combing it back, then roughing it up, seeing how it lay with some strands resting ever so handsomely with his gummy smile that made you melt.

The vacation being one of many as Sinclair spoiled you day and night, spending most nights in his big house though not living together, yet your special relationship blossomed on its thanks to the mix of you both blending perfectly.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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Yooooo just finished reading up until the latest chapter in your fic and I love it! Plenty interesting already at 4 chapters!! I hope we touch on Reader’s amnesia soon!! Ink mentioned Reader needing a green soul to heal effectively and I was wondering what’s her soul color/trait if not green? Also I hope Reader and Muffet become friends instead of just business partners!

Saw the HorrorDust tag and i’m a little intrigued, is it romantic or just platonic? The ship is cute! And I know it’s a poly fic so I was wondering how many skeletons are gonna get involved with Reader is it just the bad sanses or more? And is Killer already catching feelings for Reader at this point or is it really just interest like he says? I’m sorry if these questions are too much i’m really invested! 💗💗

Thank you for all the questions, I don't mind at all! I'll try to go through them all (mostly in order).

Reader's amnesia and soul trait will be touched on a little later in the story - I know her soul trait, but I'm also thinking up how magic would work for mages with different kinds of soul traits.

I have no idea how Muffet ended up in the story. I was just writing chapter 2 and... there she was. But I have plenty of plans for her over the next few chapters (and she has plenty of schemes for the Reader).

The fic will have the usual bad sanses (Killer, Nightmare, Dust, Horror, and Cross) as well as Error, further down the line.

As for Horror and Dust's relationship:

If you asked Horror if they were a couple, provided he knew you well enough, he'd smile and say "Of course".

If you asked Dust, he'd say they never really talked about it.

If you tried asking Killer or Cross, they'd stare at you and go "Wait, what?"

If you wanted a real answer, you'd be best off going to Nightmare. If he's in a good mood, he'd tell you they're certainly romantic, but nothing like the romances in his novels. They have no ceaseless physical attraction, no obsessive desire... They are calm, constant as the stars in the night sky. He would then go on long ramble about the passionate romances in historical fiction.

Long story short, their relationship will be romantic, but not sexual in this fic. (I think they're a very cute ship too!)

Finally, on the topic of Killer's feelings (as of chapter 4)... Who's to say? At what point does interest turn to affection? Playing to genuine caring?

[ninjacat-uchihaparrish]

Omg this might be annoying please ignore me if so but Ive butt heads with people over whether Gansey is "wrong or not" or if he's justified in the way he talks to people and sometimes I wanna shake people and explain that Gansey being flawed is important to his character. His fights with Adam are important to their characterization - especially *why* it happens. I worry about coming across as bashing Gansey who i ADORE but who definitely doesn't grasp that his help was unwanted in that scenario.

Gansey is a character who i always interpreted as trying to help others to cope with his own internal conflicts - which is INTERESTING. But it tends to get turned into "oh uwu soft boy loves people too much" Which is also kind of true but there's more nuance to it. I don't want to seem like I'm accusing Gansey of being selfish by any means, but he helps people to cope with himself (fixing outer problems to control inner problems ya know) and that (especially from a rich white guy) can really rub people the wrong way. Love Gansey, and this isn't an Adam-unique situation (he does it with Blue and Ronan too), and he may come at it from a good place, but intentions =/= impressions? Which is fascinating depending on how you chose to read Gansey. His flaws are SO interesting and they make him a more engaging character.

(Also I think some people haven't had a significantly more privileged friend pushing their help on you against your will when you keep telling them no. It's frustrating and humiliating.)

This was long and I apologize, I got really excited over some of your tags on a few posts and uhhhh yeah. This topic is so compelling to me. It's rambly and vaguely coherent but yeah. You're cool and I think you're neat.

Omggg thank u soo much I got my first ask how sick!! And ur very neat tooo I appreciate it 🫶 I love any kinda discourse it’s fun

And ur very very on point w a lot of my thoughts. Tbh my opinion is probably a teensy bit more on the Gansey-bashing side, not like literally but i remember the first time being very very frustrated w him. And i think the whole repugnant scene, which is deffo probably his lowest point (and i can give him credit for having his lowest point so early on cause he grows a lot after that) was the main reason he left a weird impression for a while. I DESPISEEE when people, even jokingly, say that adam deserved that from Gansey, cause like no u don’t get to do that right while Adam’s going thru something traumatic that’s horrible!

And yeah he’s kinda the definition of acknowledging ur privilege doesn’t make u less privileged, even when u have the right intentions when doing stuff. and the fact that people kinda brush it off and make him like an innocent baby who just oopsies says silly mean stuff sometimes is honestly a disservice to him.

Cause what makes him real and human is this multifaceted personality, this like obsessive need to be wanted and help people to the point where they get frustrated, and the fact that he’s privileged and him trying to do something about it and be helpful sometimes further proves that he’s a rich kid with time and money to spare. I think he has to be in the wrong sometimes to b an interesting character. It’s just what makes him so much more real than the uwu soft innocent boy who just wants to help too much, and yeah I agree it reflects his internal conflicts a lot too. If he was just this perfect always in the right and ready to help guy he’d just b so boring and one dimensional! And that’s why we grow to love him so much!

I will say I think a lot of my feelings come from empathising w Adam a lot in like having felt inferior to others in like financial sense and not wanting to be a burden on others, and yeah Gansey being atrociously white and rich doesn’t help lmaoo

But I’m soo happy ur interested in my thoughts I have soo many! I hope all this made sense lmaoo it’s very stream of consciousness vibes. And sorry for such a long reply!

[poubelle-squelette]

hey, i know you haven't updated The Party Incident in a while, but i was wondering if you were still open to fan art of it? i had just recently binge-read it (and admittedly i am new to tumblr and creating fan art for amazing pieces of art that is fanfictions), but i was unsure if you had completely abandoned the fandom thus why im asking if i can still draw for the phenomenal fic that is TPIaOEA. Your fic was one of the first fics i read after really getting into the undertale fandom, and its been amazing...ive cried more times for squish than i would like to admit, but the way you write is just so passionate and it really made me heart clench for the two. anyway, im rambling this has gotten so off topic im so sorry...ok bye

Hi! Thanks so much for the message <3 that's super sweet of you.

YES! YES YES i would LOVE art if you create any! just tag me in the post or send it through the ask box, that's so kind of you to even offer.

and i'm so glad you liked the fic <3 it really warms my heart getting messages like these <333

[starry-nights-garden]

Golden Child Reaction ✧ Making them blush

✧ Golden Child all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction, established relationship AU ✧ warnings: none

Daeyeol:

it’s a normal evening when you’re going out on a normal date with your boyfriend Daeyeol

really, nothing is unusual about the occasion at all - you’re looking forward to seeing him and to spend the next few hours with him, just like you usually would

since you’re going out for dinner, you pick out a nice outfit, paying attention to detail, but otherwise you get dressed without any second thought

when he finally rings your doorbell to pick you up and you let him in however, he seems flustered

he can’t take his eyes off of you, and there’s a rosy blush dusted onto his cheeks before he can finally make himself speak in order to say hi to you

“Wow, I just… you look amazing." 

he causes you to get flustered too with his reaction, and after giving you a peck on the lips, he’s right back at staring at you

keeps telling you how beautiful you are to him throughout the evening and finds himself blushing at you time and time again

Y:

he’s had a long day, so when he finally comes home late at night you immediately notice how out of energy he is

he won’t forget about saying hello to you and giving you a kiss as he always does when coming home, but after that he quickly disappears in the bathroom to wash up, wanting nothing but to sleep asap

you find yourself feeling sorry for him, as it’s rare to see him so out of energy

so when he comes out of the bathroom about ten minutes later with his hair still wet, you take him by the hand and make him sit down somewhere

"Babe, I need to dry my hair…” - he tries to protest, but you can tell he’d rather just fall asleep right then and there

so you bring the blow dryer from the bathroom, telling him that you’ll do it for him, and without leaving him a choice to refuse, you get to work

he’s taken by surprise by the nice gesture, and having you running your fingers through his hair while drying it for him feels heavenly to him

warmth spreading in his chest, he eventually finds himself blushing, and when you’re done he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap to thank you and to share a few sleepy kisses with you

Jangjun:

he’s supposed to attend a friend’s wedding and asked you to help him pick out a suit to wear

and it wouldn’t be Jangjun if he didn’t thoroughly check himself out in the mirror after every outfit change :’)

“I look really good in this.” - shamelessly compliments himself and then turns around to let you have a proper look too

and you would’ve cringed at his attitude or made fun of him for it, if it wasn’t for the fact that you find yourself agreeing

he’s wearing a classic black suit, and you can’t help but think he looks even more handsome than usually right now

and the expression on your face as you marvel at his looks alone is enough to make him uneasy, but when you actually compliment him he immediately denies it, his ears taking on a deep shade of red

“Ah, what are you saying! I’m not that handsome… I didn’t mean that earlier, you know that!" 

very awkward and flustered about your reaction to the point he eventually just pulls you in for a kiss so at least you won’t look at the state he’s in for a few moments :’)

Tag:

you’re hanging out together in your room, when once again his mind latches onto a topic he just can’t shut up about

excitedly rambles on and on as you listen to him talking about his seemingly never ending train of thought

you think it’s cute how he gets so carried away, and you find yourself listening to him intently, even though you’re not entirely sure if you understand all that he’s telling you about 

that’s until eventually he stops himself and apologizes, forcing himself to wrap up

you tell him it’s okay, you like listening to him talk, and also you find it very cute

that’s when he’s suddenly speechless, a deep blush creeping onto his face

"I-I’m not cute!!” - stutters repeatedly as he complains about you calling him cute

really, he’s just so flustered by your words that he doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings

“What are you saying? I’m not cute - you’re cute!!”

this somehow turns into a fight over who’s cuter, until eventually you both notice how stupid the argument you’re having is, and you simply burst out laughing

Seungmin:

you’re spending a lazy afternoon together, cuddled up on the couch with a movie you’ve both been wanting to watch for a while

however, it turns out less fun than you imagined it to be, so as you find yourself getting bored, you decide to turn your attention to your boyfriend

you place a peck into his neck, causing him to pull up his shoulder and to move away from you because of the ticklish feeling

his reaction amuses you, so you continue scattering little pecks in his neck that eventually turn into lingering kisses

“W-what are you doing?” he eventually asks, stumbling over his own words

when you look up to shoot him a mischievous grin, you discover the light blush that has appeared on his face

and now you’re suddenly feeling shy too, because you don’t see your boyfriend blushing often in the first place

so eventually you just wrap your arms around him and go back to cuddling with him, as both of you are trying to calm down your fast beating hearts

Jaehyun:

you’ve been having a few stressful days lately, so when one day you come home and you find that your boyfriend must’ve cleaned your apartment for you, you feel thankful

it’s not that you couldn’t have done it on your own, but you feel relieved that you won’t have to worry about this for a few days now

you find him relaxing on the couch with his phone in his hands, and he looks up as soon as he notices you

you thank him for helping you out, your hand finding its way to the top of his head to gently ruffle his hair in a gesture of affection

“I hope I did everything right,” he says as you sit down next to your boyfriend and snuggle up to him

and now you notice the way he’s blushing at your earlier action

teasing him about it, you pat his head again, watching his blush deepen in amusement, while all he can do is whine at you and then eventually surrender to your touch

Jibeom:

originally he was trying to fluster you

but you know your boyfriend well enough by now, and it’s not the first time he attempts something like this

he sneaks up to you from behind, planning to surprise you with a few kisses scattered in your neck

however, as you can hear his footsteps approaching you, you decide to turn the situation around on him

so you quickly spin around on your heels as he’s almost there

he raises his eyebrows in surprise, about to sigh in disappointment because his plan failed

that’s when you press a sudden kiss onto his lips, and when you pull away you can see a slight blush dusted onto his cheeks

“Ah, what is this…” - Jibeom takes a step back, raising his hand to his face in a sorry attempt to hide his blush

looking at anything but you, he tries to calm his racing heart, but in the end he has to admit that it’s no use

will eventually just give up, and when you kiss him again, you can feel his lips readily melting against yours

Donghyun:

it’s your one month anniversary when you decide that you want to do something romantic for your boyfriend

you feel like so far he’s been taking care of you more than you were able to return the favour - always making sure you feel comfortable and safe with small gestures

so you feel it’s about time you properly showed him your gratitude - and what better way than to do it traditionally, with a bouquet of flowers?

so when he invites you over for dinner to celebrate the occasion, you pick out flowers you think he’ll like, and when you show up at his door with the bouquet hidden behind your back all secretively, he quickly catches onto the fact that you planned something

however, as soon as you hold the flowers out to him, his expression changes to genuine surprise

it takes him a while to register that you went out of your way to get him such pretty flowers, and as a broad smile appears on his lips he can’t help but blush

“Thank you… ah, I didn’t expect this…” - he’s not sure how to express just how happy the gesture makes him, so eventually he simply pulls you into a tight, warm hug

Joochan:

you take him completely by surprise when you suddenly burst into the room as he’s just trying to watch tv at the end of the day to unwind

he was spacing out while staring at the screen, so you startle him pretty badly, but you don’t let that bother you

instead, you burst out in a song from a musical he recently starred in

you had been joking about how you wanted to learn that specific song, and though you’re far from singing it as well as he does, you still wanted to show him your progress

and now that it’s dawning on Joochan what’s happening, he bursts out laughing

seeing him like this, you can’t keep it together for long, eventually just laughing along with him instead of singing

he gets up to take you by the hand, taking the lead as you finish the song together

and only now do you realize there’s a blush on his cheeks as he excitedly smiles at you

pats your head and praises you for learning the song all on your own

and then he’ll start singing the next song, making you dance along to the tune, turning this evening into an unplanned late night karaoke-session to have fun with you

Bomin:

this guy is somehow always on top of any situation, so in order for you to even get a chance at making him blush you need him to have his guard down first

admittedly it’s usually him who flusters you - so at some point you decide it’s time for you to turn the tables around!!

that’s why you make a plan

when one day he comes home from work late and exhausted, you take your chance and you approach him while boldly flirting with him

and well, he’s not exactly blushing now, but he sure is flustered, not knowing what to do with this new situation

lets you approach him and eventually the tiredness has him melting against you in a long, slow kiss

and when you pull away for air for a second, you almost grin to yourself as you notice that the tips of his ears have turned red

however, a moment later you feel his lips on yours again

needless to say, your plan is soon to be forgotten as you continue sharing sweet kisses

[tigerbears]

THANK YOU SM FOR THE TRANS UTDR VIDEO ESP THE SEAM MENTION BC IM SEAMS NUMBER ONE FIGHTER FOR MISGENDERING THEYRE MY FAVE DR CHARACTER I always feel like that one meme of the knight shielding the princess whenever I correct ppl on their pronouns and get to show off the clip of Mr Fox himself saying it lol, also speaking of tysm for pointing out the issue of him not addressing things— bc man I love the guy but sir Please start actually saying stuff bc this fanbase is too illiterate for you to just smile and wave when it comes to the characters identities,,, esp due to it being such a huge topic of discourse, buuuuut I also don’t blame him for the being overwhelmed part, like I said I agree with like every point you made you were so eloquent through out the whole video thank you sm just aaaaugh punches wall and jumps up and down <3

Completely off topic but I wanna rant abt something for a moment (hence why I’m now sending this w anon and not my blog) but the video reminded me of something that happened to my friend in which she made a post on her UTDR related ask blog which was really simple just a “hey don’t misgender Kris/frisk/chara on my blog” and that was basically it. That was the post. BUT. She had vaguely mentioned the glitchtale and Xtale aus in the tags just bc those came to mind first as big fandom things that misgendered the kids, and SPECIFICALLY she wrote she didn’t know as much abt xtale though and that it was just as I said from the top of her head. And wouldn’t you know! The creator of xtale saw the post and took it to fucking HEART. Like made this whole personal long ass rant in a rb over this simple “hey don’t be transphobic on my own personal blog” post. And then, and I’m not joking, EVERY SINGLE comment, tag, RB, you name it, was ALL harassing her or siding w Xtales creator, the only people defending her were her mutuals, and this was a small blog to boot— this wasn’t some big huge blog going after xtale specifically— it was a small blog making a post aimed at the follower circle just offhandedly mentioning it IN THE TAGS. so this explosion just took a massive toll on her and us. Thus any time I see that au or the creator i just get the most sour feeling like Man I Hate They’re Still So Popular Despite That Shit :(((( so the fact a similar situation happened (at least based on what you described in the vid) just made me remember that was all, just like a feeling of “wow we really haven’t changed at all in like two years have we. :/“

sorry I rambled for so long lol I just got reminded of that situation and wanted an excuse to get it off my chest, again as I said I absolutely loved the video and all the points made and I love the inclusion of swatch as someone who was there for the whole they/them to he/him event :3 and again as I said as a huge seam fan ty for including them bc they’re always overlooked in the NB conversation and I just love any mention of them lol,, my favorite elderly wizard kitty plush <33333

Glad people are enjoying the pronouns essay! I worked really hard with it and I'm glad to see it's at least correcting the narrative.

Though with the X-Tale thing, that's something I'll have to look in to and fact check because I prefer not to spread rumors without evidence. (Not saying it didn't happen; just with the whole "Legends of Localization" misinformation fiasco this fandom has a habit of making s--t up, and thus I want evidence, and while I appropriate your support a little annoyed that it has some X-Tale drama attached that I'm probably to tired to factcheck. Sucks if it's true though; Apologies for any snappiness I just woke up to the success of the pronouns essay and I'm about to go look at all the YT comments.)

I don't like drama and there's a reason the pronouns essay avoided throwing any stones directly at those "guilty."

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Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

What's a worldbuilding detail from your setting that you haven't talked about as much as you'd like? Ramble at me, please :D

Heya! Sorry for letting this sit for a while and not even answering it on a Wednesday but I'm doing it now!

I don't talk about the Alium holidays I've come up with yet. It's incomplete, but here's what I have so far:

The first publication of the power database.

Alium is very science-centric, so celebrating the publication of the first time their powers were scientifically categorized would be exciting. I feel like the main way to celebrate would just be wearing a pin with your power level or something, though some people would have gatherings with friends and family.

The diagnosis of Carlton Wanser, first Inutilia.

The Inutilia is the name given to Alii who don't develop powers. Given this is such a divisive sociopolitical topic, it depends on the individual how they view this day.

Some people treat it as a day of shame - the first time an Alii was documented to have no powers. The first "useless" Alii.

Others treat it as a day of celebration - some of Inutil pride, some as a call for action.

Others still mourn Carlton, as no one knows what became of him.

The day of Sector unity.

There are 10 Sectors in Alium that primarily get along with each other. I believe the day the ten governments made an agreement centuries ago to have completely civil commerce, trading, cooperation in general, etc between them would be worth celebrating.

I also have a general outline for a ten-month calendar, each month generally being named for each Sector, with an extra week at the end to celebrate the unity of the Sectors. There are parades, days off work (mostly), and other ways to celebrate. Most get together with friends from different Sectors to celebrate.

Pride/Awareness for those with “defective” powers and Inutilia

Each power has their own flag (no I haven't designed them yet but I will) and I think Inutilia and Alii with "defective" powers (those with powers below the Level-1 in the database; for example, a healer who cannot heal, just sense illness) would each design their own flag for a week for them. Disease Detection Awareness Week, for example. Nothing usually comes out of this other than a small chance of feeling a sense of belonging among these Alii who otherwise feel isolated.

That's what I have! Thanks for the ask!

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