#but it comes off as so creepy to me

[blackkatmagic]

Maybe it's because I don't find Anakin even slightly attractive, particularly in AotC, but like. The whole obsession he has for Padme in the beginning of the movie makes me so viscerally, deeply uncomfortable, and clearly Padme doesn't vibe with it either.

Just - that scene where Anakin and Obi-Wan are talking, and Anakin says Padme covered the cameras is such an example of that. Anakin's whole "I don't think she liked me watching her" is clearly meant to be funny but it also just makes my skin crawl. And Padme knows the danger she's in, she knows precisely who's after her, so her covering the cameras despite that? I'd assume that means she's also deeply uncomfortable with it.

[spicyliumang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! @c-cw-f-saeko💙💙💙 I hope you have an amazing day today!! Keep spreading the TessoHui agenda!!! I'll always support you!! 😭💙

[zappedbyzabka]

🖤💀🖤💀

[jhjluvs]

possessive boyfriend ricky and baby trapping 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

nonnie this broke me the best way i hope u know that!! not suuper proud of this n it’s a bit messy sighhh but i hope i enjoy 🫶

possessive boyfriend ricky who loves you his perfect pretty girlfriend so much n wants you to be his forever so he decides to trying gettin u pregnant so you’ll have to get married and then boom ur legally his wife n his 4ever (it doesn’t always work like that but shh he don’t need to know)… he promises he’ll pull out when he fucks you but your pussy just feels so good around him n he just has to cum inside poor kitty baby can’t help it :(( bonus points if he’s subbing and you’re a mean mommy that makes fun of him after noticing he didn’t pull out,, you’re not stupid like your kitty is (it’s ok he likes it when ur mean <3) :( poor baby acts all confused of course when you take a pregnancy test a few months later n it comes out positive he’s like :0 i swear i pulled out!! what a silly boy… but you know he didn’t (and secretly you’re not even that mad,, you weren’t on the pill after all). and deep down you know your hot sexy boyfriend just wants you allll to himself and has since you met,, he’s sooo possessive all the time, has to be touching your waist or thigh or kissing you often to let everyone you meet know you’re his girl… can’t help it when he’s got such a pretty gf like you by his side!! but when you two first started dating ricky began thinking abut you as his perfect little wife to have n hold forever n for you to carry his kids (if you want to do that... he’s open to adoption as a last resort lol) bc you’re so wonderful he knows you’d be the best mommy n he loves you so much,, to be have you and a few mini shens by his side forever would be a dream come true for him :( ricky’s sooo excited his plan worked too, he had no idea you wanted it just as bad he’s so silly!! ricky wants to be a dad so badly and when you tell him you want to keep the baby he’s over the moon :3 spoils you and baby at every opportunity (read: all the time) bc you’re His Babies n you both deserve only the very best <33 he even proposes to you so sweetly after baby is born to make sure you’re his for realsies like … you’re His wifey and no one else’s nope!! no one can take you from him now that would just be wrong!! you’ll be his perfect beautiful wife 4ever n ever just like he’s always wanted 🥺🥺

[hum-suffer]

Today in Moon Boy's shenanigans:

I was making a birthday gift for him and the topic of my way of showing affection came up and he said I should be careful and not show too much care for people, because these days, people who care too much get used.

Next mission: stop calling everyone, especially him, by a nickname. Everyone has a name and i shall use it.

New insecurity: does my love come off as too fast and too much and too intense? Even my platonic love, especially that, actually, I'm at peak intensity. I love like I want to be loved. But does my love come off as obsession? Or desparation? Does my love come off as creepy or weird or cringe or cliche?

But who cares, really? My emotional support bestie said that she loves me and that she wishes I were a boy so we could elope. Her acceptance and love for me are enough for me to shove aside anyone and everyone

I've still developed a new insecurity but it's alright, she's here and she loves the way I love her

[tandytoaster]

The lil 14 year old trans boy at my work said I was his favourite

[phoenixcatch7]

Man I am just SO CONFUSED. About the time line of this game.

No one is telling me how long links been gone! Or how long the botw-totk timeskip was! They all just started selling my stuff again lol. I'm going to have to get everything redyed!

Me: hey random stranger! Lore dump? You look like a lore dumper.

Kindly npc: why hullo there, link ^^! My, I haven't seen you in a while since the calamity ended! I was so worried when they said you and the princess had gone missing! But it's good to see you're well.

Me: aw, thanks. How long has it actually been tho.

Kindly npc: ^u^

[femmeidiot]

you talk about being sad your mutuals unfollow but I can’t even get you to be a mutual 😣😭

well u see now I'm scared of creating new mutualships

[carrotcouple]

He feels like a stranger in his own skin.

A funny thing to say when he doesn't have real skin. Puppet parts locked together to appear human.

But maybe that's the point. He isn't human and that's why his entire being is unnatural.

Fingers trace against his back, slipping into cracked holes that were sockets for something that should have turned him into something that felt right.

It failed. He was never meant to feel safe.

He was always meant to feel like he was disconnected from his shell, like a specimen on the doctor's table to be taken apart and put back together as the doctor wished.

He was always meant to fail to be what we was created for, called useless by his mother and have his dreams stolen by others.

He was always meant to feel like he doesn't fall in line. Deciding to be a person that he was not meant to be. And no matter how hard he tries he will never quite feel like that person.

He dips his fingers into the cracks of his arm and face, knowing that no matter what he'll do, he'll always be...

Not himself.

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

Knight and I are celebrating Valentine's Day the correct way (watching a horrible Christmas romance movie) and guys. I'm so afraid. I want this man obliterated

[ante--meridiem]

I think advice like this is generally good and am aware that me complaining about it will probably be the "why doesn't your post account for my personal circumstances specifically, internet stranger?!" thing people love to make fun of, but nonetheless I can't help but feel bitter because "repeated positive low stakes interaction" for me has almost always fizzled out before it could deepen because the effort is just not worth the reward for either of us and pretty much all my significant friendships have been formed by (a) being approached by someone with enough confidence and extroversion to make "treating a stranger like a best friend" actually work or (b) instant familiarity because we're bonding over a shared interest and our enthusiasm over the topic is more important than how well we know each other or (c) quick recognition of each other as similar personality types and agreement to cut the bullshit and communicate in a way best suited to our type. And the tone of this type of advice always makes me feel like it's saying "the way you do friendship is wrong and you're wrong for thinking it could work, grow up". Which is uncharitable of me, I know op of that post is just trying to be helpful and has been helpful to many people reblogging the post! Still feel bitter about it though.

[beauleifu]

could I ask for a mayor x fem reader fluff for a oneshot?

Sure! Roughly 2k word count, hope you like it!

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Takes place after Season 3 of LMK, 'cause we never get to see what happened to the Mayor after being captured and shit. You're just a normal person tryna take care of your idiot man &lt;3

TW: Blood cause we cleaning his wounds. Very light mentions tho, and slight language

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You live a peaceful life.

That being said, there is nothing peaceful about how you're suddenly woken up. The awful crash makes you sit up straight in your bed, staring around with wide eyes. What the hell was that?!

It sounds like it came from the kitchen.

However, that makes no sense, seeing as you live alone and you didn't invite anyone over. No guests, no friends staying the night to escape the chaos of their own lives. It's just you, the city (Megapolis), and your home. Besides, a swift glance at your alarm clock reveals that it's two in the morning, so you conclude that it's a thief who has definitely broken into your house.

No doubt about it.

You're not ready, though!

All your defenses are slipping through your fingers as you hastily - yet quietly - get out of bed, grab your phone, and shuffle towards the door. Heart beating a mile a minute, you crack it open.

The noise definitely came from the kitchen. You hear something again, and this time a cup must've fallen in the sink. A low, muffled curse reaches your ears, and you bite your lip against the panic. If the intruder is in the kitchen, they have access to all the available weapons you own. One wrong move on your part, and you could scare them and incite an unwanted and deadly confrontation.

Should you go back to sleep? Pretend you didn't notice and let the burglar get away with it? It's not like you have any valuables out in the open screaming steal me! I hate it here!

On the other hand, you're not a coward. You live here; it's your responsibility to defend it - and yourself.

Sighing, you stay as quiet as possible and peek into the kitchen. There are no lights to supply you with any view, but turning on your flashlight would only alert the intruder to your presence.

They're literally in the next room over.

Suddenly, you feel like the intruder; creeping up on someone unknowingly. Not a fun feeling.

Crouching by the corner that separates the kitchen from the next room, you watch the person make their way blindly around, swinging open cabinets, tugging drawers open, all in search of something. It's difficult to make out their frame from the shadows, but from their movements it looks like they're limping. You could be wrong, though.

"Damn. . . . Now where did she say the rags were . . ?"

A honeyed, baritone voice reaches your ears, a soft mumble that should've provoked some sort of panic, but you recognize it almost immediately.

The Mayor.

He's here? Is that really him??

Fumbling for your phone, you straighten and turn the flashlight on, beaming it onto the figure in the kitchen. oh, gosh.

Tall, battered, and bleeding - but definitely your Mayor. His attire is torn in some places, the pinstripe suit giving way to a light blue undershirt. His collar is undone and his hunched frame is decorated with cuts and bruises - too many to count, and too many to keep you from worrying.

The Mayor spins around, wobbling as he attempts to right himself, one hand tightly gripping the counter. "Wha- . . . Ah. Did I wake you?"

You stare, open-mouthed. This is probably the weirdest thing you've witness all year. Your idiot, the high-and-mighty henchman to the one and only Lady Bone Demon, has deemed it perfectly fine to be in your kitchen unannounced at 2 a.m., looking like absolute shit, and all he does is ask if he woke you up?

The hell??

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" "You whisper-yell.

There's something in the bone demon's grip; he suddenly holds it up in one bloodied hand for emphasis, revealing white bandages. "I'm assessing my wounds. Do you keep any rags in your kitchen, by chance?"

Holy shit. One hand goes to grip your head while other still maintains a rather shaky grip on your phone. "Uh . . . yeah . . ? Yeah. Gimme a second," you say, clearing your throat. There's no reasoning with this lunatic, however much he's grown on you. Sauntering up to one of the kitchen drawers, you pull it open and take out a random towel and continue; "You don't have to use a rag, y'know. I'm not an expert, but I'm sure it would only make it worse . . ?"

Perhaps it wouldn't, though. Considering how your idiot is a demon and probably heals in unnatural ways.

"Thank you," the Mayor says, half sighing.

Spinning on heel, you wield the towel like a weapon. "Okay. Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Why are you here??"

He simply stares at you with a somewhat strained grin. It's not the one you're used to; peaceful, bright, wide. Sometimes he'd smile softly, and that's what makes the butterflies erupt within you. But this smile is different. It's forced, and you can't understand why the Mayor is still trying to smile despite being in pain.

With a sigh, you shake your head. "All right, forget the questions. Just . . . are you okay?"

The demon blinks slowly at you, eyes white and blank. "Yes."

"Oh. Gotcha. Um, you wanna take care of all . . . this-" You gesture halfheartedly you the Mayor's wounds, then point to the kitchen table; "somewhere more comfortable?"

"That would be preferable."

Okay.

All right.

You can do this. As you mentally harden yourself, the Mayor takes a seat on one of the chairs, unrolling a bit of the bandages in preparation. The numerous cuts on his body is alarming, and your hands tremble slightly as you wet the towel. Without another word, you drop the item on the table and step back, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets. The Mayor's smile softens a tad as be begins addressing his wounds, seemingly too focused to offer his usual.

There's no more need for you, apparently.

You can go right back to bed.

But your feet are glued to the floor, anchored by a feeling you've been desperately trying to suppress the second you realized the entity in your kitchen was someone you know and trust.

So now, you just look stupid standing awkwardly in your pajamas.

The Mayor's white eyes glance up at you, curiosity glowing in their depths. You've come to recognize the faint glimmers of emotions your idiot expresses over time, but it wasn't easy at first. The Mayor was a blank slate until you came to know him better.

A fond and knowing smile lights his face. "I assume you wish you assist, my dear?"

Butterflies.

You nod hurriedly, taking a seat beside the Mayor. "I-I'm no expert, but if there's something you can't reach I can totally help."

"That would be lovely," the Mayor hums, shifting to face you and offering you the damp towel. Amusement enters his voice. "Why don't we make a deal? You help me take care of my little dilemma, and I shall answer any questions you may have."

"Did you assume I have questions, or are you just a sucker for storytelling?" You deadpan.

Your friend merely smiles. With a huff, you take the towel and gently take his arm in your hands. Trying to be as methodic as possible, you clear his arm of all the dried blood, grimacing at all the bruises and cuts. Whenever you catch the Mayor flinch the tiniest bit you're apologizing so fast it should be added to the book of world records. However, he always reassures you with a kind smile and a soft voice that pain is inevitable when treating wounds. That you're doing a wonderful job helping him, and he's very thankful you've taken his unexpected and sudden visit so well.

Eyes on the task at hand, you mumble out your question. "So . . . so what fresh hell did you crawl out of before breaking into my kitchen?"

"I had an unfortunate quarrel with an enemy of my mistress," the Mayor answers smoothly, eyes on you instead of his arm. "The Monkey King made an attempt to sway her from her destiny, and it was my mission to deter him."

Interesting.

There's something harsh and full of venom in the way he says Monkey King. You ignore it. "And you lost, didn't you?"

He catches the slight tease in your voice, and his suspicion only increases when you look up with a mischievous grin. The Mayor snorts, casting his gaze to the side, but he's unable to hold back a grudging smile. "Hmm. What makes you think that, my dear?"

"Oh, I dunno," you say, taking the bandages and wrapping his arm. "Maybe because you snuck into my home with your tail between your legs."

"I possess no tail whatsoever."

"You're a demon, so why not? And I was just relating what you did to a scared puppy."

The Mayor lets out a long, thoughtful hum, but perhaps he only did so to make you stop talking. You laugh, grinning stupidly at him as he rests his chin on the back of his hand. As you take his other arm for a proper check-up, his lips curl into a smirk, eyebrows high and eyes half-lidded. Damnit, you know that look very well. "I advise you to choose your next words very carefully, love."

"I'm just saying!" You say, chuckling. With one hand, you brush his unkept hair to the side and out of his eyes. "Old Monkey Man must've rocked you up pretty hard, huh? You look like shit."

He grimaces. "Yeees, I'd much rather have visited in something more presentable, though. My apologies."

You blink. What.

A dangerous entity, slave to an even more powerful bone demon, is apologizing to you - you, of all people. What a sight. Smiling softly, you lock eyes with him and hum. "D'awww, you feel bad for looking like hell on earth in front of me? I'm honored."

"So you are," the Mayor says sneakily, glancing at your fingers in his hair.

Quickly, you drop your hand - only for him to seize it gently and bring it to his lips, where he presses a small kiss to the back of your hand. Your eyes go wide, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Uh.

Damnit.

He's adorable.

"I-Is this how you normally thank people?" You stutter.

His eyes flick up as he lets go of you, a smirk twisting his mouth when he leans back. "You're a special case, sweetheart."

"Huh. Okay. Are you, um . . ." You avert your gaze, hyper-focused on patching a cut on his cheek. There's just one question you're dying to ask, but all the possible answers are dreadfully scary. Clearing your throat, you decide to get it over with. "You wanna stay the night?"

A beat. The Mayor's expression is fond. "Is this how you normally help people?"

"Ha!" Since your hands are already working on his face, you decide to pinch his cheek lightly. The demon's smirk merely widens, a deep, rumbling chuckle sounding from his chest. You snort, trying to maintain any sort of dignity. "Yes or no, idiot."

One of his hands goes to rest over yours on his face. His eyes are glazed over, smile once again relaxed and sappy. "Of course, my lady."

Anyone would say the Mayor looks absolutely lovestruck.

Unfortunately, you don't realize it until you're buried in the coolness of his arms, swathed in blankets on your bed as you listen to his breathing slow. He doesn't require sleep, but is happy to help you to do so, and after you'd finished bandaging him up, he'd finished telling his tale of woe, and you did exactly the things he liked; played with his hair, offered to sleep in your bed, and begged him to disassociate himself with LBD.

Hopefully this time around, he'll listen.

He's a keeper.

[tendercoretroglodyke]

BIG fan of when horror tropes lean on the isolation of small towns... like yess try and break free girlie!! good luck!!!

[superpussyking]

Adding voice acting in sister location was awesome and epic but every instance of voice acting in the games after that just kinda ruin the vibe for me. But I haven't heard anyone else mention the voice acting at all so idk if this is a hot take or fairly common.

[timothylawrence]

sometimes I worry that I am #too sociable on here and it's borderline weird... but i truly just love to talk u guys 😭

[vaugarde]

for a romhack thats supposedly about darkrai, eots is reallyyyyyyyy obsessed with chatot. it also reallyyyyyyyy hates chatot.