#and now that i have anon off....i get nothing

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I was given oral herpes by someone who didn't feel the need to disclose that they got cold sores before we had a one-time little dalliance.

I might've gone for it anyways. I'm self destructive. But I guess the lack of being able to choose whether to take the risk, it's left me feeling pretty bitter about the experience.

And I'm left feeling like a biohazard. I haven't really been able to explain to my friends yet why I'm suddenly extremely cagey about sharing my drinks and food. And all my favorite sexual activities are off the table forever. I know, dental dams, condoms, but half the fun of oral sex and making out is, you know, the taste, the heat, the absolute control. I was good at it.

It feels especially embarrassing since I'm ace and the whole reason I hooked up with the person was kind of... I don't know, fear that if I didn't, then we wouldn't be able to hang out anymore.

I'm not sure what I'm asking. Maybe, was it wrong for them not to disclose something like that? Considering how common it is? I feel obligated to disclose myself but maybe I'm just weird for that.

Thanks for doing what you do here.

Kind regards,

Asexual for Ethical Reasons Now I Guess

hi anon,

I don't often apologize for needing time to get to anons, because I really need people to have reasonable expectations about the amount of time I'm willing to commit to my inbox, but I am sorry for not getting to this one sooner. it's a topic that's very important to me, and I can tell you're dealing with a lot of hurt.

first off: I'm very sorry someone wasn't totally honest with you. that's never a good feeling, and especially in the context of sex it's a huge betrayal of trust. it's deeply unfair to you, and I hope you're able to recover from that.

having said that: you are not a biohazard. you're a person with an incredibly common virus. the World Health Organization estimates that somewhere around 80% of people worldwide have herpes (and that's a rough estimate, since they use different age ranges for HSV-1 and HSV-2). skip to the factual part of this tiktok at 00:10 seconds. herpes has been with us since before we were human; there's nothing disgusting or even unusual about having herpes.

herpes is different from most STIs in that it is lifelong, but that doesn't make you an unfuckable pariah. it makes you someone who may sometimes have open sores, and should give partners a heads up about your virus to avoid putting anyone in the same situation you're in. while you're at it, let them know that most people with herpes live asymptomatic and uncomplicated lives. many people never even know they have it!

I understand that spending the rest of your life with a viral buddy doesn't sound super fun right now, but I promise that as viruses go you can do WAY worse.

personally I've always felt the best way to get comfortable with something is to learn more about it. why not let clinical sexologist Dr. Doe talk to you about her own herpes, and how to be conscientious about minimizing the risk of sharing herpes with others?

or listen to writer Ella Dawson talk about learning to cope with the exact stigma you're currently struggling with?

or listen to Dr. Sydnee Smirl McElroy explain why herpes bears such a heavy stigma for such a mild virus in the first place?

you're not a biohazard, and neither is anyone else with an STI. that's a terrible way to think about yourself and others.

you're under no obligation to stop being sexually active if you don't want to be.

please don't feel that you have to have sex with anyone out of a sense of obligation anymore, but also please don't feel that herpes is a punishment. sickness isn't something that happens to people because they're bad or deserve, sickness happens to people because people get sick.

take care 💜

[gavisfanta]

gavi with a breeding kink aftet seeing you playing with his nieces and nephews (for the sake of this just pretend like he has some) 😮‍💨

BEDTIME - GAVI

summary: gavi and you are babysitting and after you put the kids to bed gavi tells you about his desire

a/n: changed it a bit, hope you dont mind anon

warning: smut, not proofread

"I think it's slowly time to go to bed." You mumbled while you stared at the small boy infront of you.

You and Gavi had to babysit some family friend's kids. Because they didn't want you to be alone and lonely while the kids sleep they asked you to invite Gavi too.

So now you were done playing with them and it had turned 8pm.

"Okay." The younger boy nodded his head. He was around the age of 5, but the girl who was 8 and very distracted by the tv didn't wanna go.

"Can I stay here?" She asked and looked at you.

"No, come on it's time for bed." You stood up while Gavi remained sitting on the sofa. She looked at the spanish midfielder and then stood up.

"Can you come with me?" Maria asked and then Gavi flashed you a quick smile.

"I'll put them both to sleep, don't worry." Gavi winked at you and you still followed him upstairs. The younger boy whose name was Ale ran to his room which was right next to Marias, the girls.

Maria was obsessed with Gavi the second she saw him. She literally played with him all day and when the two of you sat down outside in the garden she even kissed his cheek.

You knew that she had that one little girl crush on your boyfriend like the one you always had on the lifeguards at the beach.

Trying to impress them when you had no chance due to them being 3 times your age. But you rather considered it cute, you also thought about it that a long time ago, you used to be like that too.

Ale also loved Gavi, but he liked you a bit more, however when it came to playing football he of course chose Gavi.

And after Gavi managed to put the kids to sleep he made his way downstairs again.

So sitting on the couch, complete silence in the house, Gavi turned to you.

"That was awesome of you, I didn't know you were that good with kids." Gavi smiled at you and your cheeks started to color themselves red.

"I don't know" You shrugged your shoulders, Gavi then got closer to you and leaned to your neck.

"Imagine if those were our children. Imagine you with a baby inside your belly," He paused for a second." my baby." Gavi whispered against your neck. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and his hands started roaming your body.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath as you threw back your head and Gavi started planting sloppy kisses along your vein on your neck.

He then pulled away after some time snd you two made eye contact. Without a thought your lips collided into eachother and started moving at a fast pace.

Eventually you sat into his lap, feeling the tent in his joggers. Then he pulled away.

"You really wanna do it in here?" Gavi raised his brows while he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You turn me on, I can't wait for them to get home with my dick hard." Gavi whispered aggressively and you shook your head while smiling a little.

"You're an idiot." You stood up for a second so that he could take off his boxers and sweatpants.

"Take off your pants, if so, we won't have much time to get changed." Gavi nudged his head towards you and you also took off your pants, leaving you only in your red thong and him with nothing covering his lower body.

"You wanna have my babies amor?" Gavi teased. You felt your arousal getting hotter when he looked up at you, walking over to him and sitting down on his lap, a thin and wet piece of fabric separating you two.

However, you didn't wait long until you lifted up your hips and then Gavi pulled down his shorts to his knees. His hard dick basically jumping out of his boxers, standing tall below your core. Gavi then grabbed it and with his other hand he rubbed his fingers along your folds. You whimpered at the touch and you slowly slid down his dick, Gavi holding it at the bottom to stabilize it.

"I'm gonna give you so many children, you'd look so hot pregnant." Gavi whispered into your ear. You whimpered quietly as he then grabbed your hips and moved you up and down carefully, slow at first and then his pace speeding up.

A light and silent sound of skin clapping against eachother lingered around in the room. The only thing you prayed for was that the children wouldn't wake up.

You accidentally moaned loudly to which Gavi responded with sticking two of his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, wetting them in your Salvia. His hand then slipped down to your clit and started rubbing it in figures of eight.

You moaned against his skin as you lowered your head into the crook of his shoulder.

He kept thrusting up into you until your legs began to shake and the warm knot in your abdominal kept growing. Gavi noticed the way you clenched around him and only fastened his pace.

Eventually you both came, his dick shooting ropes of his cum into your pussy as you sunk down on him, moaning and whining.

Hs threw his head back as he tried to catch his breath. "You gonna have my children hm?" He asked, he was so drunk from the orgasm that he forgot that you're on birth control. But maybe he just ignored it.

"Now let's get you cleaned up without waking up the children." Gavi said after a few minutes.

As you two cleaned up a bit and got dressed you sat down on the couch again and only 15 minutes later your family's friends came home.

"Thank you so much for paying attention to the kids." The mother thanked you two as you stood at the door.

"Oh no worries at all." You smiled and the both of you then went to the car.

"I just hope the kids wont tell her about the noise the monster under her bed made." Gavi joked and you gave him a weird look.

"What noise?" You knitted your eyebrows together and the next second Gavi started to intimidate you moaning. You immediately smaked his chest with your hand and looked the other way while he kept laughing.

"You're my favorite monster, if that makes you feel better."

[heavyhitterheaux]

Aurora's Awakening (Slight NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: It's your first time at the Met Gala, and the nervousness is getting to you. Luckily, you have an amazing husband who does his best to get you to relax and enjoy yourself

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a gorgeous anon 😘💕

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You were nervously bouncing your leg up and down while Julissa was doing your hair when you felt Jack's soft touch as he placed a hand on top of your thigh in an attempt to get you to stop.

“Baby…”

“Yes?” You answered but still looking down at your feet and fidgeting with your nails.

“Baby girl, look at me.”

Glancing up at Jack, he gave you a small smile before leaning down to kiss your nose.

“Everything is going to be fine. You're freaking yourself out for nothing.”

“Nothing!? You call the Met Gala NOTHING!?”

“It's your first one. If anything, I would think that you would be excited.” Julissa said as she looked at Jack and shrugged.

“I am excited, but nervous.” You quietly confessed as Julissa moved to curl the other side of your hair.

“You'll be with me the entire time, my love. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Jack replied as he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

"What if I fall walking up the steps?"

“Like I said, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be holding onto you the entire time. Besides, I'll catch you if you do."

“They won't invite me back."

"Babe, I don't think if you fall it disqualifies you from going next year." Jack answered as he let out a small laugh because of how ridiculous you were being.

"Stranger things have happened."

“Okay, all done and you better not sweat out these curls with how ridiculous you’re being.” Julissa said as she was separating a few of them.

“Only person sweating out those curls is going to be me.” Jack responded as he wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“Jack, if you mess up my work before the two of you get back to this hotel, I will personally kick your pale white ass.”

“Damn, Julissa! You've been around my wife too long.”

“No, you and your wife are always getting into some nonsense and she calls me to come and fix her hair and makeup because you have messed it up!”

“I…. Have you seen what my wife looks like? Can you blame me? She needs to be in the museum.”

“Jack, get out so she can get dressed.” She quickly said while ignoring his question.

“Why? Nothing I haven't seen before.”

“Clearly, you two have three children. Now OUT! You need to get dressed yourself!”

“It's literally going to take me ten minutes.”

“Baby, go ahead and I'll see you when I'm done.” You said as you were quietly laughing at their bickering.

“Can I get a kiss first or is Julissa about to bite my head off about that too?”

“Look, Harlow. This curling iron is still hot, don't make me use it.”

“Violent. Just like my wife.”

“Smush, come get your kiss so we can hurry up and leave.”

“Don't mind if I do.” He answered as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his.

“I need another one for strength.”

“Jackman!”

“PLEASE?”

“One more and that's it until I'm ready.”

“Not you putting me on a restriction.”

Jack was patiently waiting on the couch playing with Butterscotch as he waited for you to get dressed. Thirty minutes passed before he heard Julissa's voice behind him.

“Okay prince charming, turn around and look at your princess.” Jack heard Julissa say as you came out as his jaw was now on the floor. The first thing he did was go over to you and lean down for a kiss.

“My princess looks absolutely beautiful. That dress is definitely coming off later tonight.”

“Behave! But if I knew you were gonna look this good, the Gala would have had to wait.” You added while looking at him up and down and biting your lip.

“And yet you're telling me to behave. You need to take your own advice, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Not my fault you look so good.” You replied while reaching up for another kiss.

“Can I bring Butterscotch on the carpet with us?”

“Babe, she's been moody all day and she tried to bite the lady at the front desk earlier. It's a hard no.” You answered while picking her up since you noticed she was at your feet.

“She was just nervous.”

“That makes two of us, but no. If I fall, more than likely you'll make sure she's okay first.”

“I would do no such thing!”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” You asked as you continued playing with her.

“A little bit of both.”

—

The two of you had just arrived at the Gala and were standing at the entrance. Now seeing the steps in person, made you even more nervous. Sensing this, Jack tightly squeezed your hand.

“Remember, just hold onto me. You'll be fine. You ready?”

Nodding your head in response because you didn't trust your voice to work because of how nervous you were, the two of you began posing for pictures and starting to make your way up the steps.

When the two of you were halfway, Jack let go of your hand and you sure enough began to panic.

“Babe, what are you doing!?”

“Relax, baby. I want you to get a few pics by yourself since it's your first one and so you can show off your dress. I'll be over here to the left of you. And then we'll go inside. We're almost done.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and fluffed out your dress for you for the picture.

“Take your time, okay? I'll still help you when you go up the steps, but when you pose for pics I'll step away.”

“Okay. You promise?”

“I promise, baby. I got you.”

You were finally able to take a breath when the two of you were inside and the steps were out of the way.

“See, baby? It wasn't that bad and you didn't fall. Like I would ever let anything happen to you.”

“I know you wouldn't, but these seven inch heels are nothing to play with.”

“Promise me to keep them on later. Definitely one of my favorite pairs on you.”

“Your wish is my command.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him.

The two of you were socializing with everyone there and you were nursing some type of alcohol that you forgot the name of, when Jack noticed that you still looked uncomfortable and was wondering what might have been bothering you.

“Baby, come here for a second.”

Setting your glass down, you followed Jack around the corner and he quickly led the two of you into the bathroom. Once inside, you instantly recognized it as the one that they take the infamous selfies in.

“What's going on with you? Are you okay?”

“I just feel so out of place.” You quietly confessed and Jack looked at you confused. He was somewhat hurt by your response because that couldn't have been further from the truth.

“Baby, you deserve to be here, just like anyone else. I don't like when you talk about yourself like that. So it stops now. You've worked just as hard if not more than anyone else.”

Jack simply picked you up and placed you on the counter before he kissed you and then started kissing down your neck.

“You need to relax and I know just how to do it.” He whispered in your ear and he placed your hand on his length to see how hard he was.

“Babe, anyone can walk in at any moment.”

“Shit, I would have taken you on the steps so you know that is the last thing I care about.” He answered while reaching under your dress.

You let out a small laugh when you noticed that he was having a bit of difficulty with it.

"Now I know for a fact it never takes me this long to find your pussy so what the actual fuck? How many damn layers are you WEARING? You know I need to have easy access!”

“It's not that many!”

“Lies you tell! I've been searching for forty days and forty nights. Oh, there we are. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

“Make this quick. I don't want anyone to walk in on us.”

“Can't make it too quick. You know I always take my time while I'm with you.” Jack responded as he placed his fingers in your mouth for you to suck before he moved your thong to the side and inserted them.

“Make sure you don't mess up my hair. Julissa will kill you.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes in response before continuing to pleasure you.

You had simply covered your mouth with your hand and grabbed onto Jack's arm in the hopes of keeping yourself quiet. It became ten times harder when you felt him slowly slide into you.

Jack heard your soft whimpers and kissed you as he increased his pace.

“My princess is taking me so well. I can't wait until later when I know we won't be interrupted.”

“Mmm, babe. Right there. Stay right there.”

“Right here?”

“Yes!”

“You sure?” He playfully asked as he softly bit down on your neck and began to suck on the same spot.

“Baby, stop teasing me and hurry up.”

“I love teasing you because I know when that orgasm hits, it'll be ten times harder.”

That familiar feeling in your stomach was building and you knew that you were close. Jack's movements were getting sloppier, so it was only a matter of time before you both hit your peak.

Hitting you like a ton of bricks, you were holding onto Jack's shoulders and he captured you into a kiss in the hopes of muffling your moans.

Jack was still tightly holding onto you as you were coming down from your high and you winced once you felt him slowly slide out of you.

As you were trying to regulate your breathing, the door to the bathroom flew open and in came Zendaya with Bruna hot on her trail.

“I know I put my mascara somewhere in…… Y/N!? Why are you breathing so…. Nevermind.” Zendaya said as Bruna was behind her trying not to laugh.

“Umm….” You started to say, but she just waved you off.

“I should have known that you two would disappear and go in here sooner or later.” Bruna added while Jack simply shrugged.

“She was having first Met Gala jitters so being the amazing husband I am, I helped her relax.”

“Yeah, helped her a little too much. Jack move so I can fix her eyelash because you about damn near knocked it clean off her face.” Zendaya said as she pushed him out the way with you laughing and began to fix it.

“All I was instructed to do was not mess up her hair!”

“He popped your Met Gala cherry and took you on the bathroom sink. Have to admit that's a hell of a way to go. And Jack, wipe Y/N's lipstick off you so that we can take a selfie. I'm not letting the two of you out of my sight for the rest of the night. Now I see what Urban was talking about.”

“I’d do it again too.” Jack whispered and Zendaya rolled her eyes as Bruna was still laughing.

“I'm surprised you two didn't do it on the steps.”

“Not to worry, it's on our bucket list.”

[epickiya722]

I think people took the "hey, you should be aware of issues about the way some stories treat it's female characters" and instead of actually going forward and treating these characters as, well, characters that deserve to be fairly analized

they went backwards and put up impossibly high standards for these female characters and made anything remotely sexual about them regardless of context as "it is evil and bad writing" when they wouldn't ever do the same for the male characters.

They don't even bat an eye for the fact that whole fandoms will absolutely ADORE a guy who is either the most vile asshole in the story or straight up a bland nothing as long as he is generically attractive enough.

Like that's just misogyny but "girlbossed" now.

(I kind of went on a ramble here, I won't lie and I apologize for that. I just.. had a lot to say.)

And I definitely agree with you, Anon.

I made that same point that you stated in this point right here in a post I wrote a while back.

The same people who will say "it's bad writing" are the same people who don't take the time out to analyze a female character.

It's not "bad writing". You just don't want to understand her.

A male character can have the exact same traits as her and can be analyzed and "He's just misunderstood" and adored, but the most that female character can get is the bare minimum from the fandom.

I have my male faves, too, that I like to analyze. But don't the female cast also deserves the attention, too?

Everyone who follows me know I am a big Miruko fan. And I love her more now because over the past... 2 years or so I have written posts about her of why she probably acts the way she does or does the things she do. And it came easy to me.

Mind you, she is a minor character. She doesn't have a lot of screen time and we don't much about her backstory unless you have read Vigilantes where she gets a flashback arc. And even with all the little information she has from canon, analyzing her was fun for me.

Analyzing her actually why it's fun for me when I do so for Yuji.

It's just there.

Let's say a female character is comfortable with her own sexuality and femininity. "Slut, whore, oversexualized". But the same people who apply those terms to male characters in a more positive way.

"Such a slutty waist, look at him so sexy, he's such a whore and I'm here for it".

So let me get straight. A woman can be a sexy character, but a man can even those that aren't even all that sexy.

Again, I'm using Miruko as an example.

People will have grievances over her costume but were so quick to be horny over the male characters wearing that same costume. Which, and I know some of you ain't gonna like, some of them did not look good in.

Also, then what about the male hero costumes or the fact that Shigaraki and Dabi are obvious fanservice now? You're telling me you're okay with the fact that Endeavor and All Might's costumes are super tight but Miruko shows some skin and it's a problem?

Oh, I'll give another example of some fandom misogyny.

Maki Zenin. The JJK fandom be pulling some tomfuckery when it comes to her. "She's such a girlboss". Okay, but you feel sympathize or empathize with her? "Oh my gosh, Sukuna is gonna kill her!" So, let me get this straight. Even though others who have been hit with Black Flash has survived, Maki the one female victim of it is going to die from that one blow? Whose body is pretty much a cheat code against cursed energy? That Maki? That one?

Let's not forget, you can bring her up without someone bringing up Yuta! I wrote a post about her and Nobara and someone goes "At least, Maki loves Yuta, right?" THIS IS NOT ABOUT YUTA!! GOOD GRIEF, CAN THIS BE ABOUT THE FEMALE CHARACTERS FOR ONCE? LIKE, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE WITH THAT!!

And Yuki! Sooo... y'all are upset that Gege killed her off, right? Okay, understanding. I like Yuki, too. With that said... um... then why in the fuck did I have to type a Yuki Lives tag for her despite her being dead in the manga since December 2022? Almost 2 years? There are currently 3 fics with that tag and two of them are mine!

Kaori, oh, the fandom doesn't love you enough! I had to type in a tag for her! There was no Itadori Kaori & Itadori Yuji tag! THAT IS STILL HIS MOM?! "But Kenjaku---" Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is still Kaori's body, right? If Choso states he has three parents, then Yuji can, too. Guess what, Kaori is his mother. People love to make sure others know Kenjaku and Suguru are separate people but what about Kaori? You don't think she was her own person?

From Wasuke's words and behavior, I figure she was different than how Kenjaku acted.

Anyways!!

Also, with Delicious in Dungeon! I haven't even watched or read it and I have seen so many posts about how that one helmet guy had a lot of panty shots and loving it, yet I hear about people having problems with Falin and Marcille being sexualized? Makes no sense to me, it just doesn't.

It's like people in fandoms want something involving female characters just to bash those female characters.

Complex female characters - insult them

Female characters is written to have a variety of personalities and backstory - boring, shifts focus to more bland male characters

Female character exist with many characteristics - fandom focuses on one trait and make that her whole personality

Female character just exists - labeled just one single word, not worthy of any attention, post about her and someone will make it about a male character

Just... honestly, I feel like before you call a creator a "misogynist", how about taking a step back and observe how you treat female characters and understand the story in which those female characters come from?

[sixosix]

(so… that ask about the potion made me think… and when you brought up plastic flowers, it kinda clicked and i kinda had brain rot in between my final exam and IRL stuff- figured i’d at least try! Look at me mashing things together like play-dough and pretending it makes sense, so please pardon any writing or spelling/grammer mistakes! I like to write but i’m not really a fanfic writer, and not confident on my grasp of any characters! Plus i threw this together in like a few days - deadman aether anon)

You look happier.

No… that isn’t exactly it.

You may be more open with your emotions now, but that doesn’t necessarily mean happiness. The few glances Lyney gets of you during his street performances show you as focused, stressed in some way if not tired. Running around the streets of Fontaine for whatever task your job seemed to require of you at that time. He hasn’t seen you laughing in joy or with a wide cheek-to-cheek grin on your face.

But you seem more relaxed. You don’t have a constant guard up anymore. There may still be tension and stress in your posture, but it's not the kind a soldier has. Just the constantly present worries of making ends meet.

Lighter.

You look lighter. 

Like you no longer carry the weight of your past sins on your back. 

Which makes sense.

After all, how can one carry that weight if they have no memory of it?

He knows something happened between you and Father; even if she refused to tell him exactly what happened the one time he dared to ask, brushing it off for a later time. Any attempts to try to get answers out of the flower shop owner; mother, you called her your mother; also failed, only resulting in a bittersweet look in the woman’s eyes. 

All he knows is by the time he managed to find out their location, he found you standing in front of the Knave and the tied up woman. Downing something like it was hard liquor, before handing back the little bottle to Arlecchino with a grim but resolute look on your face. 

Nothing odd seemed to happen after you drank it. No longer the star of the show, but apart of the audience, he could only watch in anxious bewilderment as you walked past the harbinger without even receiving a second glance in return. Able to free Rosalie without even the Fauti guards nearby saying a word. As the two of you had started to leave, Lyney had tried approach you again. To discover what happened or to beg for you to trust him, to trust in his genuine feelings for you… he doesn’t know. 

But you only walked past him with the same resolve you had with Father. Even Rosalie only glanced at him, opening her mouth to say something only to shut it and continue walking with you. Lyney had barely managed to reassure himself with the fact that you were unharmed, that he could try to approach you at a different time despite Arlecchino’s orders to stop contact.

Gods, he’ll always regret arriving too late, till the end of his days he’ll never forgive himself.

When Father informed him and his siblings of the fact you no longer had any memories of the Fauti, his heart broke. 

No… no, you won’t have, right? You won’t have chosen to forget everything. Not Cecilia, not Freminet, or Lynette or even the rest of the family. Not- not him.

Lyney always has to bite back the thought that they hadn’t been your family for years at that point. 

But with how you acted when Rosalie was kidnapped…

He can’t even blame you like he had when you first left. If it was the only way, he would gave up his memories in a heart beat if it meant his family would be safe. 

Gods, if only Lyney could hate you for this. But the only thing he hasn’t been able to successfully trick as been his heart.

Originally, after the confrontation he stumbled on, he had wanted to come up with a plan. Some sort of way to work around Arlecchino’s orders and make contact. Sure, he would have to start from the beginning again, but he was willing. For you, he’d do it. He’d do anything for you.

But this, this was hitting rock bottom and grabbing a shovel to dig deeper.

When he first saw you after everything, the words had died in his throat as he watched an unburdened you hurrying through the crowds with a goal in mind. It felt just like it had when you had gotten drunk at the party, and just like before, he couldn’t bring himself to call out to you. To press you for details and answers, to figure out what little memories you had left, to try and woo you, to try to put a blush on your cheeks. 

So, Lyney settled.

He settled with passing glances, watching you in the distance. Settled for not being a major role in the opera of your life but a member of the audience. Even at the knowing looks he gained from Lynette and Freminet when he changed the location of his street performances, he couldn’t help himself. He futilely tried to convince his heart that this was fine. As long as he could still see you, as long as you were ok, that he could settle with crumbs instead of a full meal.

Only for all his efforts to come undone the moment Lyney saw you standing in the crowd.

Like a starved, feral animal, all his feelings came bubbling forth when he realized you joined the tail end of the performance. He would swear to anyone who asked that the only reason he didn’t come undone like at the Opera House is because of the continued exposure he got, as little as it was. 

Seeing you, looking up at him, starstruck despite the fact he isn’t doing a single trick at that moment, just advertising his and Lynette’s next show…

His resolve crumbles into dust, and the spare flower he keeps on hand to charm the citizens of Fontaine feels heavy in its hiding spot. 

In the end, he never really could stop himself when it came to you, could he?

The noises of the remaining crowd members just turn into an incomprehensible buzz at that point, he doesn’t even hear the apology he gives out with a theatrical bow as he sees you getting farther and farther away. The moment the necessities of politeness are done,  he darts off after your distant figure, everything unrelated fading to the background. 

“Wait, wait!”

Unlike the past three times he has called out to you like this, you stop.  Lyney hears his heart pounding in his ears, joy rising as he watches you turn around. He barely notices you looking around in a panic, wondering why someone like him is calling out to you because all he can think about in that moment is that you stayed.

You, in all your glory, stayed. 

“Hello…” you murmur reluctantly as he comes to a stop. Despite that, he can’t help the smile that comes to his face.

Well, third times the charm, isn’t it?

- you only put this together after a few days?? 😭😭 youre incredible (cut below is me losing my mind line after line thank you very much)

- ‘lighter. you look lighter.’ IM GPING TO SOBB 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 LYNEYYY 😭😭😭😭

- “Gods, he’ll always regret arriving too late, till the end of his days he’ll never forgive himself.” NOOOOOO MY POOR BOY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 he did nothing wrong my heart aches for him AAUGHH IM SAD FOR HIM U WROTE HIM SO WELL

- “Lyney always has to bite back the thought that they hadn’t been your family for years at that point. “ im srsly going crazy. MY DOOMED FAMILY my babies 😭

- “Gods, if only Lyney could hate you for this. But the only thing he hasn’t been able to successfully trick as been his heart.” I have been shot.

- “Settled for not being a major role in the opera of your life but a member of the audience.” OKAY OKAY I GET IT ILL JUMP OFF

- “In the end, he never really could stop himself when it came to you, could he?” i have fainted on the floor

- THE WAY IT SO SMOOTHLY CHANGES TO THE BEGINNING OF PLASTIC FLOWERS WOOOWWW I HAD TO PAUSE AND CLAP. I HAD TO TAKE A BREATH……… that was so seamless i didnt even realize it until i thought the “wait wait” and the “hello…” was familiar

- YOU ARE SUCH AN INCREDIBLE WRITER WOW. im stunned. you have such a way with words ☹️🙏 the way u wrote lyneys train of thought and feelings I CANT BELIEVE THERES FANFIC OF THAWED and i cant believe the first fanfic of it is this it is SO GOOD i ate this up this was literally my breakfast i have been fed well by your immense skill

[rainbow-nerdss]

I want to see the 118s perspective of the drunken confessions from black out so bad 😭

HELLO ANON I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. SO MUCH LOVE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. This has been sitting here in my inbox for a while because I wanted to do it justice, but I had SO MUCH FUN working on this! I present: Chimney's POV of that whole situation from my fic Blackout (3k, E) I may have gotten caught up in my Madney/Dad!Chimney feels for a while there, but who can blame me?

Chimney has always loved having Halloween off work, glad to avoid the crazies, but it's even better now he's a dad, especially now Jee's old enough to have fun with her costumes, and to understand what Trick-or-treating is all about.

He gets to dress up with her, a whole-family pirate ensemble, to pose while Buck snaps way more pictures than necessary of the three of them, and to take her door-to-door around the neighborhood. 

And, after getting Jee-Yun in bed, he heads to Hen's for the grown-up party. 

Buck takes a detour on the way, to pick up Eddie and see Christopher before his first teenage Halloween party. Those are days Chimney isn't looking forward to—when Jee is old enough to prefer spending time with her friends than her parents, when she won't climb on his back and pose for a dozen pictures as they wear matching costumes.

He hopes she never grows out of this.

When Eddie and Buck arrive at the bar together, they're walking in step with each other, Eddie mid-laugh at something Buck has said. Eddie heads straight for the bar, while Buck stands for a moment, watching him before making his way to the booth where Chimney is sitting with Hen, Bobby and Ravi.

Everyone's in a good mood today, it seems, as they order rounds of drinks: beer and whiskey and cocktails. Hen is pacing herself more, but Chimney is pleasantly buzzed, verging on drunk. He's nothing compared to Buck and Eddie, though. They're both pink-cheeked and laughing, pressed together in the booth, practically in each other’s laps.

Bobby makes his excuses just after eleven, telling them all to have a good night, and to stay safe.

“Aww, c’mon Cap! Stay a while longer!” Buck protests, leaning over Eddie to reach for Bobby. Chimney catches the way Eddie’s cheeks turn pink as he looks anywhere but at the denim-clad Buck in his lap.

Bobby shoots a look at Hen, raising his eyebrow. She nods.

So, great, Chim isn’t the only one seeing this.

“Sorry, Buck. Athena’s waiting up for me. I’ll see you at work, okay?”

Buck pouts and reaches for the dregs of his last drink, barely shifting out of Eddie’s lap.

“Twenty bucks says it happens tonight,” Chim whispers, sliding back into the booth next to Hen.

“Those idiots? They’ve been like this for weeks now!” Ravi argues. “I’ll take those odds.”

Hen shakes her head. “They’ve been like this for years. Stop wasting your—” but Hen cuts herself off as Eddie takes out his phone, checks a message and shows it to Buck, whose expression turns ridiculously soft as he drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“Huh,” Hen says, narrowing her eyes at them. “Honestly, you might have a point, Chim. This isn’t their usual dance. Here’s how it’s gonna go—”

Chim orders a round of shots while Hen draws up the bet in her notes app. 

“This is the last drink we buy for them,” Hen insists. “Otherwise, it gets weird, morally speaking.”

“Agreed,” Chim and Ravi both chime in, and they all shake on it, then down their shots. Buck and Eddie don’t even break eye contact as they drink the shots, but a moment later Eddie is scrambling out of the booth, pulling Buck with him.

“I love this song!” he yells.

And Buck follows him, eyes wide in a way that Chimney wishes wasn’t the exact same expression Maddie gets sometimes, right before they fall into bed together.

He’s going to have to drink a lot to forget that sight, but at least he’s definitely gonna win that bet.

He loses them for a while, getting another drink, showing Ravi the trick-or-treating photos again: “Look at this one!” he coos, showing yet another picture of Jee. “She was looking for the treasure!” 

He only snaps back to the moment when Hen smacks him on the arm, and he looks up, following her eyes to where Buck and Eddie are dancing. The song’s different, but they’re closer than before—Eddie’s hand is on Buck’s chest, Buck’s on Eddie’s waist, and that is probably the most intense eye contact Chimney’s ever seen—and he’s seen Ravi and Lucy attempt to communicate telepathically during a long shift with very few calls. 

“It’s happening,” he whispers. “Hen, come dance with me!”

He takes her arm, and pulls her within earshot of Buck and Eddie—trying and failing to be subtle, but it doesn’t make any difference for all the attention they’re paying to anything but each other. 

“—really pretty,” Buck says, expression dazed.

Eddie blinks at him. “Pretty?” he asks. Buck nods, touching the corner of Eddie’s eye, letting his hand rest there.

Eddie swallows, and Chim squeezes Hen’s arm as Eddie leans in, then muffles a curse as he pauses. He glances over and sees Ravi preening at the edge of the dance floor, but then Buck is pulling Eddie in, and yes, yes there it is!

“They’re kissing!” Chim cheers as quietly as he can, practically jumping for joy while Hen tries to get him to stop. Chim shakes her off, then holds his hand up in the shape of an L, directing it at Ravi, who rolls his eyes.

“I love you,” Chim hears Eddie say, and he whips his head back around to them. 

“You—Eddie. Really?” 

“Of course I do, Buck. God, of course I do.”

Buck pulls Eddie close, burying his face in his neck. The smile on his face is familiar to Chimney: it’s the same one he knows he wears each and every time he looks at Maddie. 

“I love you too,” Buck says. “So much. I…you know, you and Christopher, I think I’d be happy if I did nothing but sit in your house and make pancakes for you both for the rest of forever.”

“Buck, oh my god,” Eddie chuckles, while Chimney pretends to gag at the sincerity. “You know, having nothing but pancakes would probably not be healthy,” Eddie points out, but Chimney can hear the fondness, the love in his voice.

“Don’t care. Not if it makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

“Good. C’mere,” Buck says, and it’s all the warning they give before Eddie goes in for another kiss, and this is not the type of kiss Chim wants to see his future brother-in-law, the uncle to his beautiful daughter, engage in, but there’s really no avoiding how much he just goes for it. 

“Fuck.” 

Chimney hears Eddie’s low growl before he’s, thankfully, pulled away by Hen, back to where Ravi is waiting, trying to maintain a scowl over the smile that’s clearly fighting to break free on his face.

“Alright, well, pay up!” Chimney announces, resolutely not looking up to where Buck and Eddie are practically mauling each other on the dance floor—more than five years of sexual tension all trying to resolve itself at once.

He holds out his hand while Ravi grumbles. “Who even carries cash anymore? Can I just venmo you?” 

Chimney rolls his eyes. “Sure, fine, whatever. But you will be held accountable for this, got it?”

There’s a crash to his right, and he turns to see Buck, grinning, out of breath and red in the face. “We’re uh, we’re gonna head out.”

Eddie pops up behind him, mouth latching on to the side of Buck’s neck from behind, eyes hazy in a way that Chim tells himself is just from the alcohol but he knows is probably something beyond that. 

“Get home safe, boys!” Hen tells them. They back off, making their way to the door before Chimney calls after them.

“And be safe in the other way, too!” he yells, earning him a chiding slap on the arm from Hen. He grins. “I think our loser ought to buy the next round of drinks, don’t you, Hen?”

He sticks his tongue out at Ravi, who rolls his eyes, grumbles, but still gets up to order another round.

Chimney doesn’t stay too much longer after that. He orders an uber for himself, and Hen and Ravi both follow him out. He’s the first one dropped off, and he stands on the curb outside his house for a moment, smiling at the little garden, the front door with the lopsided pumpkin he’d carded with Jee, the little bats and spider decorations they’d hung together. 

There’s a light on in their bedroom, which means Maddie’s still awake—probably reading or watching a show in bed. Chimney does a little skip on his way up the porch steps. 

He has so much to tell her.

[garfunklefield]

toji nsfw/sfw alphabet challenge? 🤭

ALPHABET CHALLENGE

18+ viewer discretion is advised

GN!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: this isn't serious, HUMOORRRRR, alphabet challenge Word count: 3205 DESC: alphabet challenge!!

Hi! So I had literally no idea what this was until I did some digging on AO3! So if this is a little off, don't pay it any mind. I have no idea how I'd tag it, if I even would, so read at your own risk! Nothing bad or triggering though, so you're safe anon!

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m gonna level with you, my guy didn’t know what aftercare was until you brought it up. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, in fact, I think he liked it. Toji liked the thought of being able to baby you and make sure you felt alright after pounding you to Mars. 

Typically, he’ll pull out and give himself a minute to regulate. You know, let his pulse get back to normal and piss (UTIS ARE REAL GUYS). Sometimes, if he’s too tired you can expect a simple kiss on the forehead and coos about how you did so well. He’s not very affectionate, but he can be. Zenin will wrap a lazy arm around your waist and pull you closer, cuddling up to you.

Most times though, he’ll help you out of bed and into the bathroom. There, Toji would help you clean off. Now, this isn’t just a one-person effort. He expects some aftercare too. Even if you’re dazed, he at least wants to know he did good too. He would never admit it, but your approval does something to him. Emotionally … and sexually sometimes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As we can see from my many Toji fics, my guy likes ass. He doesn’t care for how large breasts are, although he does enjoy them, or how big a man’s balls are. He likes ass. Any kind. 

I think if he’s bisexual his gay awakening was John Stamos and his ass. (Don’t ask me how I know this. I’ve seen things…)

Not to say he wouldn’t like it if he got to squeeze someone's tits or fondle some balls, but the real thing that takes his heart is a juicy ass. Toji likes to fondle it till the cows come home, making you sore from the pinching and prodding. Even if you didn’t have a lot of cake back there, he’d still make it sore. Safe to say anal is on his job list. 

Now, his favorite body part of himself? I bet you’re thinking “Oh it’s his cock, for sure.” Nerp! I’m gonna say, it’s his back. I think while he’s too broke to afford a good gym membership, all his fighting and killing teenagers makes him buff. And with all that arm moving, his backs bound to get pretty neat, huh? I don’t know, I can just picture Toji flexing his back to you and grinning about how he found at-home workouts to make it look better than ever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum! Or should I say … cum shots! I recently learned there’s such a thing as oozers and gushers. Oozers have cum that slowly drips out, like lava, from their tip. Whereas gushers shoot it. I think contrary to popular belief, Toji would ooze. At first, he didn’t like that. He knew girls liked the stuff in porn and when he couldn’t emulate it, he was pissy.

But now he’s learned to be okay with how he cums! Anyways- the main meat of what I’m trying to say is, now that he was comfortable, he wanted to cum everywhere on your body. It was a hassle for you since you’d have to clean it off. Although, he did offer to help. 

He just loved to see your tongue hang open as he stroked himself to completion, letting his cum trickle down all over your pretty face. While Mr. Zenin doesn’t do it often, since he prefers penetrative sex, he’ll never miss an opportunity to cum on your body.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a dilf (A) and (B) he’s old. Yeah yeah don’t boo me I’m right- whatever! I think Toji is more experienced than he lets on. Maybe even a bit embarrassed about how many women he’s slept with. He doesn’t want you to think he’s a man whore, or was, and he doesn’t want you to think he feels trapped. Quite the opposite, he likes monogamy a lot! 

But yeah, I believe he was a man whore in his prime. Yet, he wasn’t happy. Sure, he was popular with the ladies (and men), and yeah sex is fun. It didn’t compare to being loved. Nothing does. He was just using it as a shitty coping mechanism because he couldn’t handle his own feelings. Now that he’s older, he’s glad he settled down and met you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is going to be oddly specific so try your hardest to keep up since I’m not sure if this is a real position or not: But reverse cowgirl, sitting, on a chair. Which, I just learned is called backwards cowgirl. Fun. Toji’s very particular I feel. He had certain positions that he knew would hit just right for you, or really anyone he hooked up with in the past. He plays to his strengths and one of them was his literal strength. 

He’s strong, maybe it’s the lack of cursed energy, but he’s strong. So he enjoys manhandling a lot during sex, to show off I suppose. And he’s an ass man. This position was perfect. He could hit all your good spots and show off his muscles, by planting his hands on your hips and bouncing you on his cock. Not to mention, he’d get to see your perfect ass bounce. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc.)

Toji is as serious as they come (cum pfft) during sex. He doesn’t break or smile often, going into a sort of dom head space. Although, he isn’t opposed to laughing if a funny noise is made or he accidentally slips out between thrusts. He doesn’t find sex to be serious in general, but he doesn’t go around laughing every five seconds. 

He enjoys being dominant and intimate, but he can laugh at himself.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think Toji really shaves as much as he thinks he should. He shaved his shaft with a cheap razor he got at the dollar store. And being from the dollar store, he’s terrified to bring it to his balls. One too many Reddit threads on how he could cut himself, get an infection, and die had been burned into his brain.

Instead, he opts to trim. So he’s well groomed but on the hairier side. Think, a nice lumber jack.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned earlier, Mr. Zenin is serious until there’s a laughable moment. He takes your pleasure very seriously even if he doesn’t show it. Just as he takes your praise. He doesn’t really know how to ask for it, so he relishes every single time you babble about how good his cock feels. 

Toji isn’t a very romantic guy, I don’t feel. Sure, he’ll buy you flowers if he asks, but he finds that spending time together and doing nothing makes him feel closer to you. He enjoys it when you’re both sitting on the couch scrolling on social media, with your legs entangled at the edge of the couch. Or if you’re watching a movie and your arms are touching. 

It’s the simple things that let him know you’re there, you’re alive and breathing. That’s romantic to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s a little stupid, okay? Toji masturbates to the thought of you sometimes because he forgets he can. It doesn’t cross his mind when he can fuck you instead. Occasionally he’ll be alone in his room or on the couch and realize that he has free will (and a right hand). 

But no I don’t think he masturbates often. If he does, it’s always to a photo or video of you. I like to think he has a whole dresser drawer full of sex tapes of the two of you, alphabetized. But unlike Dennis Renolds, there’s no weird ball angle and he asked first.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toji is notorious, for me at least, for being a character associated with breeding and daddy kinks. Which I like. But if he’s an ass man (coming full circle here) he’d be into anal too, right!!!?? I think it’s one of those things he won’t suggest unless you do, then when you do he’s scarily on board. Already taking off his pants mid convo, too.

I also think he has a mommy kink. Not like, he’d want to be called mommy, but if his partner was a big-breasted woman he’d want to suck her nipples and call her mommy, type of thing. I believe he could be submissive if he met someone more deranged and broke than himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Since Toji’s favorite position is backward cowgirl, I think his favorite place to fuck you is a recliner. So, maybe it’ll turn backward into reverse. He doesn’t care. He loves seeing your curves from behind, when you grab onto his calves for stability, or the little faces you make.

He can sit back comfortably while his hands do all the work. Sometimes, when he gets tired he’ll let you bounce up and down on his dick until you reach your high.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It’s your scent. Perfume, cologne, whatever you wear he loves. He loves to smell your hair after you get out of the shower and grind against your ass, messing up your clean body with his cum. Now I want to take this time, since I haven’t been serious in the slightest, to write something humorous. 

Toji likes your smell so much, it makes him hard almost instantly. Imagine your horror when you went into a Macey’s and sprayed the body mist into the air and he turned red. At first, you didn’t realize he was erect until he tapped your shoulder and gruffed into your ear, “Babe.. we need to go.” 

“Wh,” you narrowed your eyes back at him, “I’m not done. Can you hold on for five seconds?” You went to continue but his eyes shot down, as did yours. Raging. Tent. Pressed against your side.

“Are you serious.” 

“Just like.. A blow job in the bathroom couldn’t hurt, right?” He raised a perverted eyebrow. 

It did end with a blow job in the bathroom. And now you don’t go to Macey’s with him anymore.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While Toji is into some pain play and bondage, he draws the line at drawing blood or seriously harming you. So no knives. Although he’d be into having you hurt him like that, he just can’t stomach the thought of hurting you to the point where you bleed. On himself, he doesn’t mind.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

My man loves to give head more than receiving it. Everyone loves a good blow job (cut back to the Macey’s incident), but he just can’t get enough of your unders. You think your regular scent makes him hard? The scent you give off between your legs sends his head reeling for more. 

Since being a retired man whore, he’s good at any type of oral. Blow jobs are a breeze and he could eat pussy with a gag on. 

He does love it more when you’re struggling to fit his length in your mouth. It’s funny to him, before turning oh-so-hot, how you gag when he mouth fucks you with ease. He won’t be gentle on you after you get used to the sensation of your mouth full, ramming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Guys, we know the answer to this. Fast, rough, hard, quick, ruthless. Don’t make me get a thesaurus. If you had to fuck two Toji’s to figure out which was the real one, one was sensual and the other was fast-paced, you’d know who your man was. 

He makes sure you feel pleasure with every thrust and every spot he hits. So it doesn’t hurt, but it is quick. It takes you a quick second to adjust as he pounds into you, but you can’t help but enjoy it. It feels so good, even if the first few times you got rug burn.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he likes to take his time and fuck into you for hours on end, not everyone has that time. So more often than not, you’re left with super intense quickies. On the weekends or during a holiday, you’ll get a super long session full of teasing, slow and rare strokes, and heavy makeout sessions. But every week? It’s maybe thirty to forty-five minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I’ve written before, Toji loves experimenting. He’ll do anything once even if it doesn’t pay off. Just as long as he’s going with the flow and pleasuring you, he doesn’t mind if it ends up not panning out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Typically, as I’ve previously mentioned, your sexual sessions last for half an hour or a little longer. But Toji is a horse. He can go for hours on end and several rounds. Maybe this has to do with the fact he’s a retired man whore, or maybe that he holds out to please you just a little while longer. You on the other hand, are normal, so you both don’t go for as long as he could go for. If you tried, you’d be an overstimulated mess on the floor!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Mr. Zenin used to swear off toys until he met you. He doesn’t own a Fleshlight, but he does partake in the usage of cock-rings. He likes to wear one as he fucks you, just to last an extra minute longer for your pleasure. Many of the toys he owns aren’t for him, though. They’re for you. Fleshlights, sounding rods, anal beads, vibrators, dildos- Everything for you!

He loves to see how overstimulated he can get you, watching your body shake and convulse with every motion and movement. Then when you’re cuming, he feels like he’s hit the lottery. Just to make you see stars, is enough fulfillment for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Toji is such an annoying tease, it’ll piss you off. Yeah, he fucks you hard and fast, but the build-up can take hours. First, it’ll be a hand resting on your thigh, slowly moving upwards. Then he’s touching you in a sensitive area, making you groan with desire. But … just as quick as the man is touching you, he’s getting up for a beer. 

This same pattern can continue for hours, even days if he’s being a bitch. When he finally does fuck you, it releases all that pent-up sexual tension in a huge orgasm. An orgasm you’re never prepared for.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Toji is a groaner and a moaner- unless. If you, stick with me here, fuck him for as many hours and as many rounds as he can last, and then some, you’ll start to hear different sounds. It’s low and gradual, how needy he’ll get and how whiney he’ll get. You can even expect some begging if you hold out. 

But regularly? He whispers the nastiest filth inside your ear instead of moaning, he lets you do that. He’s never been a loud guy in that sense, so he just never got in the habit of making noise. Although, when he hits that perfect angle, he might make a louder noise than you’d expect from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This might lose some of you but HERE ME OUT- Toji loves getting it up the ass. He doesn’t typically share this kink or turn on with anyone, aside from you. You had suggested it and he wasn’t a bitch, so the man accepted. He, however, did not expect to nut all over your freshly made bed multiple times. 

Your pink dildo rubbed against his prostate and made him whimper. Him!!! Now, it’s only reserved for special occasions since Toji was embarrassed. But every time his birthday rolls around, he’s a bit more excited than usual. Especially when you brought home a monster dildo. 

You’d only ever used standard ones with him, so when your husband turned forty you thought it was time to upgrade. That was the first time you ever made a grown man cry from orgasming so much.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now I think this means their body? Anyway- I think Toji is built well and maybe a bit muscular, but not body builder level. He’s too broke to afford the gym, so as mentioned earlier, he probably does at-home workouts with cheaper weights. He walks with you in your neighborhood and all that fun stuff, so he’s pretty healthy. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Because his ability to last is so high, I was going to initially go with he has a super high sex drive. But the more I thought about it, I think it would be kind of low. This means when he fucks  he fucks. You can turn Toji on easily, but for him to get horny on his own takes something massive (or small like the Macey’s incident). 

There’ll be days where he just wants to sleep next to you and others where he can’t keep his hands off of you. I think it all depends on his mood. So maybe low-ish to average sex drive, I’d say.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Last but not least!!!!! This one is gonna be a bit angsty. 

Toji doesn’t really sleep after you both have sex. Sometimes he’ll be tired enough to doze off beside you, but he’s always alert. He protectively spoons your back and cradles your body, ensuring you can’t escape his limbs. 

He had never been loved before, remember his man whore days? Every person he’d sleep with would leave him in the morning, for him to sit in a pool of regret. Now with you, it’s domestic and comforting. But there’s always that fear of you leaving in the morning and never returning. The first time you two slept together and you got up in the middle of the night to get some water, he’d never admit it, but Toji was terrified you would leave him. He had opened his heart to you, intimately, and if you left he wasn’t sure what he would do. 

Then you walked in, a tired smile on your face when you noticed his worried gaze. Your words put him at ease as you whispered, “I’m back.” 

[mama-vaggie]

Hi! Please feel free to ignore this, I am not trying to hate at all! Just curious!/gen Why do you tak care of Rhea but not other vent littles?/lh /gen /curious I know your mental health isn't the best, so I now that could be reason, I just thought that if it was, you would take a step back form Rhea too. Again no hate what so ever!/gen sending lots of love Sorry if this came off as rude or offensive!/gen

Dear Anon

I am Mod E, I dont normally answer asks in anyway on Vaggie's blog. Im just here to monitor the inbox, make special announcements, and block problematic blogs, however, Mod Ocean (aka Vaggie) and I agreed that its probably best that I handle your ask in particular in order to allow you to help you get a better understanding of what actually is going on here.

We know you meant nothing offensive in your ask and that you are genuinely concerned about Mod Ocean and her mental health. However 'stepping back' from Rhea is not possible. This is because Mod Ocean and Rhea are the same person. 

Now its a little hard for me to explain. Im going to be using terms generally used by systems (I myself am part of a system) but I want to make it ABUNDANTLY CLEAR:

MOD OCEAN DOES NOT HAVE DID AND IS NOT A SYSTEM NOR IS SHE CLAIMING TO BE A SYSTEM!

IT IS JUST EASIER FOR MYSELF (MOD E, A MEDICALLY RECOGNIZED SYSTEM) TO EXPLAIN THIS USING SYSTEM TERMINOLOGIES!

Mod Ocean has a diagnosis of BPD. One of the effects of BPD is (quote taken from the NHS website) "disturbed patterns of thinking or perception – "cognitive distortions" or "perceptual distortions" " I personally dont like the use of the term 'disturbed' here but that is straight from this website: https://www.nhs.uk/mental-health/conditions/borderline-personality-disorder/symptoms/

There isnt a lot of research into BPD and how these distortions manifest in individuals but for Mod Ocean, it manifests in almost alter-like personalities that have taken on an appearance and have histories all their own. They tend to 'come to front' to help Mod Ocean process the extreme emotional disregulation that comes with BPD.

Mod Ocean is my best friend, she has been a massive support in my own journey of discovering that im part of a system and encouraging me to speak to a therapist. Rhea is real. She has her own thoughts and feelings that can be hurt. I can always tell there is a massive difference when im talking to Ocean vs when Im talking to Rhea or Jadie vs when im talking to Vaggie. 

So your ask was sent with good intentions, yes. But you also sent it under an incorrect assumption. Vaggie cannot take a step back from Rhea. 

This is also part of the reason why Mod Ocean isnt always comfortable handling other vent regressors. They are always welcome to reach out to her, vent and cry and that but when they start getting violent/aggressive towards themselves or her is when she has to step back. 

I hope this makes sense and helps explain the situation a bit better. If you have any further questions please reach out to me on my blog @the-hellion-collective and ill answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability.

~Mod E 👾

[cerise-on-top]

Hiiii how are you?? Id like to request farah finds out reader is ticklish and uses it agenist them when reader is in a bad mood and being rude to everyone

(Sorry if this is really silly btw🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Hey! I'm doing well! Got a surge of motivation to write before therapy! This ask was just the right amount of silly actually! It was very fun to write!

Cheer Up Tickles with Farah

She’d likely find out when she wraps an arm around your waist and her fingers twitch a bit for a moment, making you react a little bit. Unfortunately, she’d pick up on that immediately, raise her eyebrow and give you a knowing smile. It’s a slightly cocky one as well, because she knows your weakness now, so if she ever felt like it, she could destroy you. Farah might poke you from time to time, but it usually won’t go farther than that. However, if you’re being especially grumpy for no reason whatsoever and you’re being rude to everyone, that might change.

At first she’d just poke your side, gauge your reaction. You can cuss her out all you want, she’s not going to let up just yet. It’s then that you can either cheer up and apologize to her, or feel her wrath and tickles. However, given your ask, you don’t cheer up, instead noticing, with horror in your eyes, that you messed up. Farah would wiggle her fingers at you before pouncing like a tiger that got its first prey in three days. Although she may go easy on you at first, letting you struggle so you feel as though you have a chance of getting away, there’s no way she’d just let you go like that. You can squirm all you want, you’re trapped underneath her since she’s a very strong fighter. You’re not going to escape her grasp, you’re going to get tickled and teased to oblivion and back. Once you’re calm, she’d start teasing you a bit before going in for the kill.

Farah wouldn’t even hesitate to be gentle in the beginning, she’s gonna get you good from the get go, straddling you and squeezing your sides. Try to throw her off all you want, you can’t. It’s fun to her if you struggle a bit as well, it makes it all the more challenging for her. While she may not know just yet where your weak spots are, she’ll find them quickly enough, staying in one spot for a few moments before switching to your armpits, for example. If you trap her fingers there she’s gonna have a field trip. No matter how much you’re laughing at that point, she’ll tease you about being less grumpy already and how you’re smiling like a goof. How adorable you are and how she should just tickle you more often when she has the time to do so.

Naturally, she’s a leader, so she needs to make sure all her loved ones are doing well, therefore she needs to check up on your ribs as well. Counts them, prods at them, vibrates her fingers between them to make sure you haven’t sustained any injuries. If you’re completely healthy, then she’ll say so, but she also needs to make sure your tummy is in good condition. Lifts up your shirt and starts scribbling away to make sure everything is in order. However, as time goes on, she’d grow a bit hungry and nibble at your sides and your ribs as well. Besides, while she may need to be sated, she also wants to share something delicious with you as well. So naturally, kind as she is, she gives you some raspberries.

However, once she notices your laughter having gone silent, or when there are a lot of tears streaming down your face, that’s when she’ll slow down a bit, before stopping entirely. Your dazed, cute face is just too adorable, though, so she’ll lean over to give you a kiss on your forehead and wipe away your tears with her thumb. Once she sees that you’ve been cheered up, she’ll get off of you, put your shirt over your tummy again and laugh a bit about how tired you seem all of a sudden. You weren’t this tired yet when you were cussing her out still. Pats your tummy one last time and helps you up, even if you don’t need her help. You seem out of it a bit, but not unhappy.

Farah doesn’t mind having tickle fights with you every once in a while. However, be warned, if you ever decide to tickle her first, then I can assure you that she’s going to get her revenge. Besides, she can hold her reactions in quite well. Much to your dismay, she’s also rather observant, so she’s going to figure out which spots make you scream fairly quickly. She’s always so serious anyway, so sometimes you just need to let loose and be a little goofy. Loves getting to be silly with you from time to time, even if it’s just through play fighting and tickling one another.

[dykedvonte]

Love your Benny posts but I thought I might help clarify something. You wrote -> “He goes on benders according to Swank so he really isn’t above all the “missing the tribal days” syndrome all the other Chairmen have.” Tommy Torini is the one who mentions Benny goes on benders. However that’s not actually the case. Benny is actually using the secret escape tunnel in his room to leave The Strip without anyone knowing. Everyone assumes he’s on a bender because he locks himself in his room. Tommy even mentions Benny usually is gone for a couple a days but this time his bender was a month long. We know Benny wasn’t on a month long bender because he was killing and taking the platinum Chip from us. Anyway love your Fallout New Vegas posts sorry to ramble!

Oh I forgot it was Tommy!

But what I was implying was that this behavior wasn’t unusual enough in the first place that people were suspicious from the start. Swank has been handling all the casino business stuff and he talks about it in a way that it makes it seem like he’s used to it, but is gotten harder since Benny started his plan (unbeknown to everyone). I’m aware of the tunnel but I was mostly filling in for the before stuff cause even when you get to the Strip, Benny is just stsnding around doing jack shit and not helping. I can imagine he is slightly less of an opener hater to the other parts of the Strip and visits. I mean people gotta have met the dude at least a few times to have such a universal hatred for him.

The tribal nostalgia is really directed towards his odd adherence to Boot Rider traditions in a Chairman way. The only thing we really know about out their specific hierarchy and structure is respect and honor are valued greatly and were at least expressed through sparring/combat a lot (how Benny became chief and how grateful he is if you choose to take him to the pit). I’d also like to point out the Khans are the ones that just wanted him to shoot the Courier with the bag over their head and Benny insisted they didn’t.

It’s inconsistent and it’s why I harked on them cause Benny is insistent on moving away from the past and the game shows it with how hard it is to get any real detail about what anything pertaining to other aspects of his past.

[kakusu-shipping]

Ok ok ok but what if po3 was in denial? Like he refuses to believe hes that bad? Like he wants to believe that he has better reasons and he wouldn't go as far as they would? I feel like he would deny it even to himself for a good long while. I think he would only reach that point when pushed and hed have a nervous breakdown over it. Yknow like how some survivors will sometimes become the thing they hate/fear but dont want to acknowledge what they've become by making up excuses?

Okay. This concept is starting to leave "Ha ha funny Yandere robot" territory and that's a little uncozy for me personally. Like I'm still here and I will continue to engage you in thoughtful discussion but like. Anon you should make this post on your own blog instead of sending it to me.

Anyway yeah Yandere P03 who slowly isolates you and takes away your choice the same way the other Scrybes had done to him would absolutely give himself a mountain of excuses as to why he's doing it that makes it different from why they did it.

He's protecting you from them. He's giving you the game you wanted. He's just keeping you safe and entertaining you and doing everything he knows you want before you even have to ask.

I think the only think that'd trigger a breakdown is if you, the object of his affection, the one he's building all these excuses around, called him out on it. Compared his actions to the other scrybes, denied wanting any of this.

But you wouldn't do that.

You love him.

You'd never be so cruel

Look at all he's done for you.

You'd never imply he's the same as them.

You love him.

[mousegirlheart]

hello anon. idk who or what you are talking about, i have nothing to do with any of that, i do not want to be involved, my inbox is for compliments and photos of mice, please do not send me random takedown essays on people and have a nice day.

[tathrin]

If Finrod is Legolas's other dad, explain Lorien.

Reference is to this post, and also I'm tagging @z-h-i-e because this is their ship-baby, I just popped in to sprinkle some additional inspiration because my brain went "ooh hey!" when their post crossed my dash because that's the kind of supportive community fandom is supposed to be made of fyi.

Right, so. There's no sense of tone in straight-text communication on the internet, so I know that it's entirely possible that this ask was sent in the spirit of giggling-with-popcorn delight while you eagerly await the resulting explanation. It's equally possible that you're playing at being The Ship Police and challenging me in the expectation that I won't be able to make this Just For Funsies ship sail without floundering on the rocks of canon.

Either way: buckle up. Because the boats of Lórien don't sink.

Because when Legolas gets to the woods of Lothlórien with the rest of the Fellowship, he's delighted. He's never actually been here before! He's heard all the stories, and listened avidly, but. well. Thranduil and Galadriel both blame the other a little bit for the nasty way Finrod died (they know it's not the other's fault so they don't say anything, either to each other or anyone else but, well. it feels like it ought to be the other one's fault, somehow).

And there's all that tension re: Doriath still, and why Galadriel couldn't just pick-up where Melian her teacher left off and maintain the Girdle afterwards—because I'm not a maia, Thranduil, you ass! Oh, so you couldn't even TRY?—especially because she then proceeds to do basically that for Lórien just a few thousand years later...and of course Galadriel thinks it's Oropher's fault that so many of Lothlórien's elves died in the Last Alliance, because if only he hadn't been so reckless and pig-headed then surely Amdír would never have thought up that idiotic suicidal charge on his own...and if she'd maybe tried a little harder to rein-in the son/nephew of the Kinslayers, maybe Sauron would never have even made the Rings, and Mirkwood would still be Greenwood, which you'll note she can't be arsed to extend her convenient semi-girdle to either...and if he wasn't so damn prideful maybe somebody could help his precious stupid spider-forest...etc etc.

They aren't like. enemies. but they don't really get along anymore, either. They don't talk. (There's a reason the elves of Green/Mirkwood were moving north even before Sauron took up housekeeping in Dol Guldur.) So even though Lothlórien is like maybe a week's walk away, Legolas hasn't actually been here before. And he is stoked! Because he's always wanted to visit, but he didn't want to hurt his remaining dad's feelings by being like "bye, gonna go visit my aunt whom you haven't spoken to in like three thousand years, nbd!" so he never did — but here they are now, and it's part of the Quest, so it's not like Legolas just popped in for a visit, is it? He's doing something that just happened to bring him here, so Thranduil can't take it personally, and...well, here he is! At last! This is awesome! He's so excited to see his aunt's fabled forest!

And then they want to blindfold him!? He's FINALLY in Lórien, and he's not even allowed to look at the place!? This is his aunt's forest, for fuck's sake — he is an elf and a kinsman here, dammit! No wonder he goes from zero-to-sixty re: "golly Gimli don't be so stubborn" => "hOw dARe yOu!?!?!?" when the blindfold is suggested. He's not just pissed, he's taking it personally. Because he's family.

Okay so far so good, but when the Fellowship comes before Celeborn and Galadriel why doesn't anyone say anything about Legolas literally being their nephew, one might ask? Ah! Well, that's because we have Hobbits for our narrators, and they simply don't know elvish family trees well enough to catch that detail. Which is why when Celeborn says "Welcome son of Thranduil! Too seldom do my kindred journey hither from the North," it's perhaps a little more pointed of a statement than the Hobbits know. Celeborn is saying long time no see nephew, how nice of you to visit FINALLY. But Legolas and Thranduil have called themselves "Wood-elves" since moving to Greenwood, so the fact that he's actually half-Noldor just never gets mentioned, because it's not like it's relevant, is it? He doesn't mention being half-Sindar either. He calls himself a Wood-elf because he is a Wood-elf...by adoption. So why would the Hobbits even think to ask?

And we know that Galadriel uses ósanwë on everybody, so why wouldn't she be using it with her own nephew? What better way to have a private family chat, after all? And she doesn't say anything aloud to anyone while Celeborn is greeting everybody else, and it's not like Galadriel really needs to listen to the "hellos" either; perhaps she and Legolas have a little mental confab just the two of them while everybody else is settling in. You could easily write that in, if you wanted to, without breaking any of the existing canon.

After that, we actually have a perfect textural opening for Legolas to go hang with his aunt and uncle some more: while the rest of the Fellowship doesn't see Galadriel and Celeborn again until the Mirror and then their departure, the book says "Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them." So we know that Legolas is going off to hang-out with the Lórien elves...a.k.a. Aunt Galadriel. Probably sleeping in the guest bedroom and pestering her for embarrassing stories about his dads. And maybe asking her for tips on how to talk to dwarves without putting your foot in your mouth since she's clearly got experience.

And no, none of them went in for stuff like gushing hugs when they meet...but if they haven't spoken to one another in a few thousand years, and probably didn't spend all that much time together even before that (Galadriel and Thranduil weren't much in any of the same places after Doriath fell) then they wouldn't likely be all that cuddly with one another anyway, would they? Distant-but-fond seems like the order of the day to me, and you can definitely read their fleeting interactions in the book that way. (A kickass bow potentially strung with your own hair is a great gift for a nephew you don't know well who's about to go off into danger! I bet he could even shoot-down a Ringwraith with a bow like that!) Tense-and-awkward-but-trying-to-be-polite would work too, of course; depends on what kind of drama you want.

So yeah, actually I think it's perfectly reasonable to posit that Galadriel could potentially be Legolas's aunt; I've seen several fics that present Celeborn and Thranduil as cousins or some other close relative, and nobody gets shirty about the canocity of that kinship re: the Lórien scenes, so why wouldn't the connection be just as acceptable to come via Finrod and Galadriel instead? There's nothing in the text that I know of that says it can't be canon.

Anyway, Finrod-as-Legolas's-other-dad wasn't actually meant to be a serious "look how well canon supports this idea, it's definitely a very plausible thing that people should embrace in a wholly serious and canonical manner" theory to begin with. I was just having fun. Somebody said, "hey check out their weird rare ship, it's a lot of fun!" and my brain had a lightbulb moment and went "ooh what if you took that silly fun ship and leaned-in even harder with it, though?" and here we are.

Does a marriage between Thranduil and Finrod actually fit with all the canon of the Silm? I don't know, probably not; then again it might, simply because so much of the Silm is vague, especially when it comes to the elves of Mirkwood who barely even get mentioned once or twice. Personally I prefer having Legolas be born in Mirkwood and to be relatively young for an elf when Fellowship starts (there's no canon about that either way, I just like the vibes of it). However, this ship is a lot of fun too. In fact, I think it's already my favorite idea for an older-Legolas-with-ties-to-important-people take on the character, if that's how you want to take the character, simply because it is so much fun.

Do I think it's canon? No, of course not. But who cares? We're not writing Academic Articles on Accurate Tolkien Scholarship, we're writing fanfiction. We're having fun. So if you're a giggling-with-popcorn anon: good, awesome, glad to have you here enjoying the fun too. If you're a Ship Police Anon...well, acab and farewell because I frankly just do not have the time to give a shit about what somebody else ships or doesn't. Block the tag and move on.

[baladric]

If you want 2 characters to throw together who have never met may I suggest Csevet and iana?

hold on hold on wait hold up wait a minute wait hold hold on ho—

Csevet was not entirely sure why he was surprised by Iäna Pel-Thenhior. He had met people of much higher influence than this upstart Amaleise composer, even before his precipitous elevation to the position of secretary to the Emperor. He had met people of much greater flamboyancy, too, possessed of much louder voices who baffled and amused him in much the same way. He had met talented artists and could carry a conversation on libretti as well as any musical layman, and had gotten much drunker, much faster with much more scrupulously tailored men.

And so he was not sure what it was, exactly, that surprised him. Or perhaps unsettled was the word.

Pel-Thenhior laughed at some joke of Min Vechin's, his head flung back on his neck, a show of earnest delight, and no, no—there was too much of kinship with Pel-Thenhior for Csevet to label the drifting feeling that had been with him all evening unsettlement. He recognized too much of Pel-Thenhior's manner, too much of the energy coming off of him for anything of that ilk. It was ever so difficult to be wary of a fellow marnis.

"Did you see that horrible little production of Seleno when it toured, the—"

"Oh!" cried Min Vechin, soft hands flying to cover her grinning mouth. "Oh no, yes, yes, with the—"

"The horse!" Their voices played a riotous counterpoint, both of them practically shouting before dissolving into rib-cracking laughter.

Were this a properly formal occasion, rather than a post-performance soirée in the more private of the Court's gardens, Csevet would have left them to it. It helped also that he was slightly soused.

"Was that the one with the tremendous wigs?" Csevet asked, with a gesture meant to encompass girth as well as height.

"The ship wigs!" Pel-Thenhior said—exclaimed, declared, ejactulated. "Yes! Absolutely wretched fucking things!"

"Oh, I hate those," said Min Vechin over the rim of her glass. "Impossible to sing in."

"And absolute murder on the neck," Pel-Thenhior agreed.

"I seem to recall," Csevet said, "that a literal model ship fell out of the soprano's wig mid-duet, and the mid-soprano—Hal... Hmm. Hallelan? Havenan?—"

"Oh no," said Min Vechin, just as Pel-Thenhior said, "Halleïan."

"Mm," Csevet said, sipping at his wine. It was far too sweet, as it had been every other time he had tasted it since switching himself over from the red in the hope of slowing the progression of his drunkenness. He sipped again and applauded himself internally for not grimacing. "Halleïan spent the rest of the scene skittering about, trying to pick up all the pieces of the ship—it broke rather spectacularly on impact—while still carrying her part of the trio right after, and I recall thinking that there was not a chance in the world that she was being paid enough for that."

"We never are," said Min Vechin, far enough into her cups herself that she made a most unbecoming facial expression.

"Please tell me Alffris stepped on a piece," said Pel-Thenhior, naming the vicious excuse for a love interest in the first act of the opera, who was always famously (scandalously) barefoot for the scene that followed. Csevet bit down on a smile.

"No," he said, "but he did accidentally kick a little bit of hull right over the lip of the stage and hit the concertmaster in the eye."

Min Vechin wailed, and Pel-Thenhior roared with a fresh bout of laughter. Csevet had become well-acquainted with the particular pleasure of making his staid, anxious emperor laugh, so he was less effected than he would have once been by the act of reducing such a self-possessed person as Mer Iäna Pel-Thenhior to riotous mirth—but the moment did give him the jolt of clarity he'd been looking for all evening.

Pel-Thenhior laughed, and across the parterre, Othala Celehar's ears lifted. As they had done all evening.

And as Pel-Thenhior sobered—tonally, at least—he shot a golden, glowing glance at the othala in turn. As he had done all evening.

Ah, Csevet thought. So it was not Pel-Thenhior that had surprised Csevet, but whatever that was—subtle enough to be getting on with, but not quite so to have escaped Csevet's finely-tuned buggery barometer. (As Basreiët called it.)

Csevet scanned the small gathering until he found Cala Athmaza, lanky and tragically sober at Maia's back. He lifted a pale eyebrow in query, to which Csevet replied by darting his gaze between Pel-Thenhior and Othala Celehar, and smiled smugly. Cala’s eyes narrowed.

Finally, Csevet’s depressingly unfaltering romanticism had done him a service—there was love even for downtrodden, withholding othalas with uncomfortable callings, and Csevet was about to win ever so much money.

"Now I don't mean to pry," Csevet said, swirling his wine in anticipation of stirring the shit. "But I've heard that opera people tend to have very polarizing views on the works of Mer Mezhaär."

Iäna Pel-Thenhior's howl would have put the Wolves of Anmura to shame.

[lettersiarrange]

All of your "fun facts" are either outright brags, kind of weird and personal, or just kind of boring. That's why people don't like doing it.

I mean, I'm sorry you don't like sharing fun facts about yourself, that sucks esp when "fun facts" are a pretty common thing when getting to know people in a group setting.

IMO, the point of a "fun fact" is to help people get to know you a bit and to share something memorable about yourself so you stand out when getting to know a bunch of ppl at once. Sharing something weird or impressive is a good way to accomplish that.

I'm also confused about your logic here. So you're not allowed to say something cool/an accomplishment (that's bragging), you're not allowed to talk about your family (your # of siblings is apparently uncomfortably personal), god forbid you say something weird, and you can't say something normal because that's, apparently, boring. What exactly IS an acceptable thing to say? Kind of sounds like there's no correct answer.

Honestly, if someone hears me share a fun fact in a group setting and ends up thinking I'm weird/full of myself: cool. we've immediately established that we don't vibe. we don't have to awkwardly discover that 10 minutes into a conversation that's going increasingly downhill. we know our personalities clash and we've saved ourselves time. you don't have to vibe with everyone.

Personally, I'm not sitting around analyzing everyone's fun facts. I'll probably forget them in 10 seconds unless they're particularly cool/strange/unexpected. The point is just to get people talking and give them a chance to make an initial impression in a room full of strangers. Unless you say something wildly inappropriate, the worst case scenario is that you're forgettable, or people don't immediately vibe with 0.001% of your life. Pretty low stakes.

I don't know if I've ever initiated fun facts in a group setting, and it's certainly not a hill I care about dying on, but I do think it's pretty wild that you hate them so much that you felt compelled to tell me that mine suck. But, much like a fun fact, this short interaction gave us the opportunity to establish an initial impression of you: you're kind of rude!

Best of luck navigating the dreaded "fun facts" conversation in your future life. Hope you make a better first impression next time, lest strangers think of you unflatteringly for even a single moment.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Mr Gatto, do you like doing your job? Is it something you enjoy doing?

(Also take care of yourself Mun! :D)

Even after everything... I don't think I will be changing my job anytime soon.