#but we can still try and understand each other

[terraswallows]

Concession... I think I'm a little gay.

Soooo, sometimes I can’t fall asleep because my brain won’t stop imagining stupidly gay scenarios with pretty trans girls.

Like—ugh. She’s sitting in my lap, arms around my neck, telling me about her D&D character or the new skirt she thrifted, and I’m just trying to survive.

Because she’s so gay, and so smug about how cute she looks, and I want to kiss her until she forgets how to tease me.

Or we’re cuddled up under a blanket, watching something dumb and gay, and she keeps nuzzling closer like it’s no big deal—but it is a big deal, because her hand’s on my thigh and I swear I can feel her body pressing against my skin.

Sometimes I imagine holding her just a little too long, just to see her get flustered.

She’d try to sass me—of course she would—but her voice would crack when I call her a good girl.

And gods, she is.

She’s such a good girl.

Or maybe it’s early morning, and she’s curled up beside me, still half-asleep but smiling, as I brush her hair out of her face like she’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen—because she is.

Trans girl love is just…

so unbelievably gay, and tender, and unhinged.

It’s autistic jokes only we could understand.

It’s stealing each other’s clothing and demanding it back, only to offer each other a jacket or shirt to wear.

It’s giddy affirmations whispered between kisses.

It’s one of us pinning the other down for being too cute, and then getting pinned in return.

I just want all of it.

The chaos. The cuddles.

The praise. The gender euphoria.

The queer domesticity of two trans girls

who make each other feel real.

Is that too much to ask?

...Probably.

But I’m gonna keep dreaming about it anyway.

[corrodedheartsclub]

I’m Dumb She’s a Lesbian

Steddie. Modern au. Getting together. Platonic Stobin. 1685 words.

Steve’s used to people mistaking him and Robin as a couple. Unfortunately, he’s not used to Eddie’s form of problem solving.

After trying to explain to Eddie, without success, that him and Robin are purely platonic, he mistakenly admits that he did have a crush on her briefly, but once he knew it was never going to happen, they’ve become best friend. Platonic soulmates even.

“It’s honestly so for the best, Eddie. We weren’t meant to be a couple. We’re like cosmically linked on a whole other level.” Ok, Steve might be a little high, but he really believe him and Robin are meant to be in the most platonic way possible. He’s laying on Eddie’s bed, the joint their sharing nearly gone, and he can’t help the goofy smile that splits across his face. “Eddie, you know… I actually-”

“You guys are perfect together though! You’re always together, laughing and leaning on each other. How could there be no chance?” Eddie laments.

Steve shakes his head and groans, turning his face into the sheet. Eddie was hopeless.

“You’ve just gotta find the right timing.” Eddie doesn’t understand a world where anyone would shoot down this newly evolved Harrington. He’s perfect, and if Eddie can’t have him, he’ll make it his personal mission to get Steve and Robin together.

Steve’s watching him, wondering what the heck is going on in that head of his. Eddie was a mystery to him.

-

Kicking off his plan, Eddie starts by asking them to go to the movies, only to bail at the last minute. “I completely forgot I promised Wayne I’d help him work on the truck. I’m the worst, but no you guys should still go! Enjoy the movie!” He urges them on.

They sit through a cheesy romcom, and by five minutes in, they’re both questioning Eddie’s choice in movies. Never mind that Steve did end up really like it.

“That was weird, right?” Robin questions as they leave the theater.

“Which part?” Steve was finishing the last of his candy by turning over the box. He looks over at her, a mouthful of sour gummy worms.

Robin laughs, “You look like a creature.”

Steve crosses his eyes and laughs.

She’s shaking her head. “Eddie. He’s being weird. Did you notice anything last night when you guys were hanging out?”

“Mostly that he’s gorgeous and still completely oblivious every time I try to tell him how I feel,” Steve grumbles. “Plus, he’s so convinced we should be dating.”

“We? Like, you and I?” Robin mock gags, but then she jumps and smacks Steve’s arm. “That’s it!”

“Ow what the fuck, Buckley? What’s it?”

“He’s trying to parent trap us!”

Steve looks skeptical, but he starts connecting the dots in his head. He gaps. “Oh fuck.”

“Ok, we’ve just gotta sit him down and tell him we’re not together.”

“You could just tell him you’re gay and have a girlfriend. That would probably kill this idea that we belong together. I mean, he’s gay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about him?” Steve suggests.

“I’m just not ready to scream it from the rooftops. Plus, Vickie’s in the closet too, and I don’t want our time together being put under a microscope and risk outing her before she’s ready. I know I can trust Eddie to be supportive, but he’s so loud and proud and though I love that about him, I worry he’d let it slip on accident.”

Steve understands. Eddie is bold and outgoing, and it’s all wonderful. It’s just not what Robin needs right now. He agrees they just need to sit him down and set the record straight.

-

Steve leans against the counter at Family Video. The day’s been painfully slow so far, and he finds himself slow-blinking at the door, dozing off against his better judgment.

The door chimes and shocks him awake. He’s greeted by Dustin dumping a pile of returns in front of him. “Good morning,” he teases.

He rolls his eyes and groans at him. “You watch too many movies.” He yawns through Dustin’s offended scoff.

“Did you just go to the movies last night? Hypocrite!” Dustin defends.

Steve shoots him a look. “How do you know that? Stalking me, kid?”

“I was picking up character sheets from Eddie. He had some extras and I’m prepping for our next campaign. He said you and Robin were out watching a romcom. Are you guys finally dating?”

Steve lets out a small chuckle. “Ah, the man of the hour. No, we’re not dating, and we’ll never be dating. Eddie’s just trying to make something happen. Nosy little shits, the lot of you.”

Dustin looks skeptical. “Why would Eddie want you and Robin together? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re the one that just asked if we’re finally dating, and now you’re flipping the script. Who’s the hypocrite now?” Steve is scanning in the movies and shaking his head.

“I just mean that Eddie wouldn’t want you guys together because he’s totally into you,” Dustin says it like an obvious fact. “He’s always so whiny about it.”

Steve freezes. “What?”

The kid’s eyes widen as he realizes his overstep. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Steve’s already reaching for the phone. He punches in Robin’s number and points at Dustin while it rings. “You shouldn’t have. We’re going to talk later about not blabbing other people’s secrets. For now- scram.”

Dustin has the hindsight to look remorseful.

Robin answers with a theatric sigh. “Are you so hopeless without me that you must call on my day off?”

“Change of plans. I’m going to catch Eddie in his own trap, and you’re going to help.”

-

It’s all going according to plan. Steve and Robin find that it’s pretty easy to give Eddie the slip on his attempts.

Eddie tries to get Robin and Steve on a romantic date? Oh no, Robin’s got a family emergency. Eddie, you should stay so Steve isn’t all alone.

Lined up for Robin and Steve have to ride the ferris wheel together? Whoops, Robin remembers she’s afraid of heights at the front of the line, quick Eddie switch with her so Steve didn’t wait in this line for nothing.

Eddie sent flowers to Robin at family video with a card that says from Steve. Shame that the order got mixed up, and they went to Steve instead. Oh, but look how Steve blushes at the delivery.

The duo is feeling pretty good about their plan, but Eddie is losing his mind. Instead of fixing his crush, he’s fallen harder than ever. Every time he thinks he’s set the perfect trap, it twists around, and he finds himself spending more time with Steve. He’s not complaining necessarily. Any time alone with Steve makes his heart pound in his chest, but if he can’t have this perfect guy, he’s set on getting him the girl of his dreams.

Alternatively, Robin is starting to find it more and more difficult to explain to Vickie why she’s playing a game of set-up chicken with her friends.

Robin decides it’s time to end Eddie’s misery.

Her and Steve plan an elaborate picnic out at skull rock. There’s a big blanket, tons of pillows, and the most classic picnic basket you’ve ever seen.

Steve is pacing at the tree line. He needs this to go well. His crush had settled deep in his chest, and Steve was sure it was love. He didn’t want to play games with Eddie. It was time for everyone to clear the air and be direct with their feelings, but he couldn’t help the nerves that made him question everything. What if Eddie didn’t like him? Maybe he really did think Steve and Robin belonged together.

He tries to clear his mind. Robin was telling Eddie to come meet him here right about now. He should be here soon. Steve fiddles with his hair, trying to quell the anxiety.

When Eddie finally makes his way through the woods, Steve isn’t sure how to greet him.

Eddie’s surprised at the setup, and he immediately tries to rationalize it before Steve can get a word out. “Did you mean for me to come here? Buckley said you were looking for me, but I can go get her? Or do you need help setting up… I’m not sure you can do much else. It looks perfect.”

Steve is dumbfounded at Eddie’s ability to completely misread his intent, once again.

“No, Eddie, I meant for you to be here. This is for you.” He tries to speak clearly, leaving no room for confusion.

Eddie looks utterly confused. “For me?”

Steve can’t help his fond smile. “Yes, dummy. You. If you can stop trying to set me up with my best friend for a minute, I’ve been trying to ask you out for a while now.”

The man is gaping at him. “No. You’re not serious.”

He groans and tosses his hands up. “Eddie, what do I have to do to convince you?” Steve stares at him for a moment before he gets a bright idea. He stands up straight, walks up to Eddie in two long strides, grabs his face, and kisses him.

Eddie lets out a surprised noise before grabbing at Steve’s arms, waist, hair, anything for purchase to pull him closer.

Steve parts, pressing their foreheads together and keeping Eddie close. Eddie whines softly before looking back at Steve, trying to understand it all.

“I just wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think- I had no idea this was an option. Even if it couldn’t be with me, I just knew you deserved all the happiness,” the words spill out as Eddie reaches up to touch Steve’s face gently, tracing along his jaw reverently.

“I’m in love with you. I tried to get the words out so many times, but I was so nervous for how you’d react.” Steve leans into the touch.

Eddie’s breath hitches. “I love you too.”

-

Later, Robin introduces Eddie to her girlfriend, and he spends the rest of the afternoon apologizing for his schemes.

[le-trash-prince]

KimKenta's First Kiss

There's a lot that's already been said about this scene that I don't feel the need to rehash, but I do want to add my two cents to a conversation I keep seeing about whether Kim is strong enough to overpower Kenta, or whether Kenta gave in. Because my answer is "both things are true why are we even having this conversation."

I think it’s important to note that while yes, Kenta was not lashing out at Kim with the intent to injure him during their fight, it’s not because he’s necessarily stronger than Kim. Kim has continually been portrayed as stronger than he looks, and he’s enough of a fighter that he could hurt Kenta if he wanted to.

But also, it's not even that Kenta isn't trying to hurt Kim, it's that he's not attacking Kim at all—he’s trying to push Kim away. And Kim won’t let him.

Instead, he immediately deflects Kenta’s second shove, getting his wrists in between Kenta’s hands to push them out of the way—he’s a fighter, he knows defensive techniques—and then he grabs onto Kenta and refuses to let go.

Time after time this season, Kim refuses to let Kenta isolate himself. He doesn't let Kenta run off by himself to see Pete, he rescues him when he does go off alone, and here, when Kenta tries to physically push him away, Kim immediately disarms that attempt.

It's why the moment when Kenta tells Kim to trust him in Tony's lair is so pivotal. Because Kim has spent this entire season trying to stay by Kenta's side, and Kenta finally gets him to let go by playing on Kim's desire to establish trust between them. Because part of that trust means giving Kenta the right to choose, even when it kills Kim inside. Because Kim may be assertive and domineering, but that doesn't mean he wants to control Kenta.

Tony would have demanded Kenta sacrifice himself. Pete demanded Kenta not go at all. Kim knows he has to let Kenta make this choice. And Kenta knows he can insist because it's not the first important choice Kim has given him that day either.

When they finally kiss, Kenta immediately goes still, he stops fighting—and Kim does the same. Kim stops fighting too, he stops pushing, he holds himself right there. He lets Kenta read his intentions without taking anything from Kenta. He doesn’t deepen the kiss when he could, even when his mouth is twitching against Kenta’s, when he wants to do more. Kenta submits, and Kim does not take advantage of that, and that is so important. He lets his grip up, he caresses Kenta's hands, he gives Kenta the space to reject him.

Kenta's submission in this moment is meaningful, but not because Kim is weaker than him and Kenta could easily throw him off—it's because Kim gives him the choice to push him away. And Kenta stays there until Kim ends the kiss, he doesn't pull away until after Kim asks him to consider his feelings.

Kim isn’t strong because Kenta lets him be strong—he’s strong because he is strong, both in his body and in his will, but that doesn't take away from the fact that Kenta gives in to him.

I’ve said this before, but KimKenta are so complimentary to each other, and it’s really important to understand how the concept of balance plays into their dynamic, both in their physicality and in their personalities. Both of them are strong. Both of them are stubborn. Both of them are falling for each other. Kim has a domineering personality, but that doesn’t mean he's controlling, and while Kenta may often submit to others, he’s not going to be a puppet anymore—and this is part of what makes them so good with each other.

[jackson-imbecille]

I do feel like in the four years of the dpxdc boom, it has converged into an entirely new fandom that doesn’t seem to fit with either the dp or dc fandoms. This isn’t to say it’s lesser than either, it’s just very different.

Different tropes are used, different characterization is used, and the overall writing style just doesn’t feel familiar to most dp fans who are not also dpxdc fans.

It’s not bad, it’s just not ours.

I completely understand being frustrated with the dpxdc fandom using main tags because over the past four years, it has been so popular that the only choice people have had is to either block the tag and block several people posting dpxdc, or settle with having it be 80% of the content they see.

And blocking it entirely may be fine for some people, but there are a lot of people who are in both the dp parent fandom and the crossover fandom who would like to choose which kind of content they would like to see. They’ll get dpxdc when they search it, but won’t get danny phantom stuff when they search for it, just more dpxdc.

I agree that the new tag proposal is a great idea if it catches on, but I’m concerned that it won’t, or that other crossovers will be left behind by this.

I have looked into it from every angle (because I’m really interested in the dp crossover trends, have been for years) and dpxdc has had a very visible effect on the crossover variety here. And while I’m really disappointed by this since crossovers are my favourite thing about this fandom, I’m not going to scorn enjoyers of dpxdc for this. It’s a side effect, not something anyone intended.

But if we move the tag away from crossover content as a whole, there won’t be an easy way for more niche crossovers to be easily found. Dpxdc is lucky enough to have a thriving fandom. Superphantom’s fandom shrank tremendously in the past five years, dpxgravity falls didn’t get big enough in its boom to fully form a fandom, dpxtt’s fandom (which I’m not counting as dpxdc because though teen titans is a dc property, dpxdc seems to focus on batfam, constantine, and the justice league) practically died in the early 2010s, and dpxyj died down around the same time as superphantom.

And I get it, Danny Phantom has always had crossover booms like these, and they never last forever, but before dpxdc, the booms would overlap or happen simultaneously with each other, but I really feel that dpxdc’s overwhelming presence over here has caused visibility for other crossovers to diminish and has lessened the likelihood of other booms.

If we go with a complete crossover exclusion tag, there won’t be visibility for any future booms while dpxdc is still in progress, and I feel that since dpxdc is still going strong 4 years in, it’s unlikely to fade in the next 6 months.

It’s unrealistic for people to follow tags for crossovers that don’t have their own fandom, or crossovers that haven’t been done yet, so if we focus on a dp only tag while leaving both dpxdc, and the dp parent fandom share the dp tag, the others will continue to be buried.

Because instead of the 20 crossover posts being put in the tag with 200 main dp posts, they’ll also be competing for attention with 400 posts from a fandom which branched off into an entirely new thing a while ago.

And the people searching the main tag are going to be specifically looking for those 220 posts rather than the 400 posts, because if they wanted to see those 400 posts there’s already a different, and widely used tag for them

Dpxdc will not be negatively affected by leaving both parent tags, other crossovers will absolutely be negatively affected by the tag moving from them.

You use tags to attract certain people to your posts. That’s why they’re there, so people can find you with them. With a crossover fandom so large, I don’t know how dpxdc would benefit from trying to attract people who don’t follow that tag.

This would be used in addition to the danny phantom tag, turning it into a true umbrella tag for everything related to Danny Phantom, while having a few major sub-tags for people to find exactly what they want.

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After some more discussion with members of the fandom in the notes of my poll asking about a community and elsewhere, it seems like the better option for everyone might actually be a new tag, so I'm making a new poll here!

Some answers to questions I think people might have are below the readmore:

Q: Why are all of these only one word?

A: For the same reason the dpxdc tag is only one word! Tumblr's tagging implementation is Not Good. Tags with spaces don't play well with it, and especially don't play well with blocked tags. If someone wants to block non-crossover Danny Phantom content, we want to make it as painless as possible for them.

Q: What issues were raised around communities?

A: A few! To name some of them:

Limited interactions with posts: Communities only let you react with emoji and leave comments on posts reblogged into them. Not great, if we want to have long reblog chains riffing on one another

Original Posters aren't notified if someone else reblogs their post into a community, even if it's public. So if someone reblogged your post into the community for you, you wouldn't know about it -- or know to look for people interacting with it.

Communities have mods, and therefore would need trustworthy, engaged mods to make it work. Over a short time frame, we could probably manage it! But over a longer one, a community for an entire fandom would probably have moderator drama. That could lead to fracturing, or people leaving specifically because they don't like the mods, etc. A tag is a lot less active maintenance.

A few people also expressed a general dislike for the feature, even if they were willing to move to one. This seems like a much smaller change that will let those people stay away from a feature they don't like, while interacting with the content they do.

Q: What about less-common crossovers? Won't those get excluded from this tag?

A: They will. I'm asking about this poll first because I figured getting the community to make a decision about the other crossovers would be easier if we'd already decided on the non-crossovers.

The current idea is to move those to their own tag as well, so they can get dedicated attention from the crossover enthusiasts who love them. One of the people I talked to about this runs the niche-dp-crossovers blog, so it's on the radar. If you have concerns or suggestions about that, the notes on this post is as good a place as any to suggest them!

[asterdex]

i've seen people joke about it but... is there any kind of consensus within the community regarding the player and Gaster's relationship? is it something that everybody just naturally agrees on and doesn't talk about it because there's no point to it or am I just going crazy on my own??

like yeah sure, first and foremost, we have the tweets written by Gaster himself and addressing the player, either rejoicing in seeing us showing the same kind of interest and fascination in him that he does for us, or describing how wonderful and special that "connection" we have is, how it makes him feel to be connected with us and how specifically "beautiful" and "exciting" it is for him to enter in contact with us.

Or talking about HE and WE specifically feel about each other, and going on about creating something together, as partners- i mean as a team.

And then we have the Goner Maker sequence, during which he keeps going on and on about how "wonderful" our creation is, guiding us step by step towards the realization of the EMBODIMENT of a player's freedom in a video game : their own avatar. Gaster is the only one in this game who is actively giving the player that much freedom, who is trying so hard to accomodate the player, to fulfill their wants and needs.

(unsure if it still needs to be said nowaday but no, the person discarding our vessel isn't Gaster, they talk in a different typer (given the fact Gaster's typers are always 666 or 667, it seems important to note that this new person talk in typer 2), not using any upper-cases, and not remotely talking in the same way (in japanese even more obviously than in english : Gaster talks in broken katakana japanese with some kanji while the other voice talk in hiragana and complex kanji. they also don't use the same second person pronouns when talking to the player), so yes, Gaster is STILL the character who seems to (at least in appearance) want THE MOST the player to be the most confortable possible, out of every other character in this game)

This idea of Gaster giving the player AS MUCH freedom as he can, in a world that seemes to be DESIGNED for us not to have any freedom, is first obviously supported by the way he is takling about "CREATING A NEW FUTURE" with our help, suggesting that OUR power as a player should be able to change the future and that it is in his interests for us to find the freedom leading us to that "NEW FUTURE", but it is also implied with the fact it seems that it is Gaster who is giving us access to three different save files, as we can see him talk and comment each one of our actions in the menu of an incomplete Ch1.

Gaster is ON THE PLAYER'S SIDE. or at the very least, he's doing a very good job at pretending he is. And it makes sense for him to be the only character who seems to INCONDITIONALLY support the player : he's the only one who seems to truly understand WHAT is the player, at least more than every other characters in this game. (there's an argument to be made about Ralsei, who seems to also only want the player's happiness, but 1. he doesn't really have the power to accomodate the player like Gaster does, so each one of his attempt to please us either end in just giving us fake hope, or being cancelled out by Susie (who seems to naturally oppose the player whenever she does something), and 2. unlike Gaster, Ralsei is CLEARLY suffering from always trying to please everyone else, especially the player, for whom he believes he needs to play the role of a LITERAL background character who's only here to serve and make them happy. Ralsei suffers from trying to please the player, while it seems like Gaster only gets enjoyment out of it, repeatedly stating that being connected to us is as wonderful for him as it is for us)

And the way Gaster views the player has become a bit clearer with his Ch3 and 4 messages, that can be used on top of his usual Game Over dialogues to suggest that he is watching us play at all times, is rooting for us, knows things about how this world works that we don't and is willing to give hints when he feels like it is necessary, and can be genuinely impressed by "our power", supposedly our determination and/our our pure game skills.

His Game Over message could even be interpreted as him trying to emotionally manipulate us into trying again, even when we told him we've given up, telling us how our absence led the world to be "covered in darkness", before cueing a very sad rendition of his own theme before closing the game after 66 seconds. Bro is literally looking at us through the screen with the saddest look in his eyes trying to coax us into trying again by making us feel bad. Maybe he DOES really need us as much as he says he does.

And maybe the most interesting recent dialogues of them all, at the end of Ch4, he congratulates the player for making it this far, quickly mentions how long we will need to wait for the next chapter/connection... Before refering to Deltarune as "HIS" DELTARUNE??

Up until that very moment, Gaster has always talked about "the future", "this world" as a 'team effort', always including us in the realization of it all, making us feel like we WERE an important part of whatever scheme he has in mind... Hell, sometimes he even talks as if THE PLAYER'S actiosn were actually ALSO his ("SHALL WE HASTEN?" against the Knight, when in reality the player is doing all the hard work here), which didn't seem strange because as a TEAM, that kind of way to speak is pretty normal. but in this moment, it somewhat feels like Gaster is trying, or at least thinking about taking ownership over everything "we" have created together. Was it his intention since the beginning, or is he just stating to love this game/world so much he's subconsciously seeing it as "his" and having troubles sharing it with the other person who helped reaching its realization? or maybe are we not completely understanding our role in his plan yet?

And all of this, all of this weird undertone of codependant relationship between Gaster and the player, this mutual fascination and genuine feelings for one another, whatever those feelings can be, ALL OF THIS without even talking about the Demon/Angel parallels we could ALSO talk about regarding how the relationship between those two transdimensional entity could go.

Let's assume the player is the Angel. (The Angel is said to "light up the path" of believers, the player's soul's distinctive power is to produce light on its own. The Angel is said to be "watching over" the world and people, the player's pov seems to come from the sky, from "HEAVEN" some could say. The Angel is traditionally represented without facial features, as Noelle and Dess's doll's description at the hospital points out, and the we are unable to see how the Angel looks like in the prophecy, which would make a lot of sense if the Angel was supposed to be the player, someone who, inherently, has to be faceless to represent ALL of us. The player's soul gets trapped under an Angel doll at Noelle's house. The Titan we see in Ch4 uses a lot of the imagery typically associated with the Angel, and first appears with an image suggesting a "real human face". That is SOME of the reasons why it's easy to assume the player is the Angel, at least in SOME versions of DR's reality (for example it would be possible for Noelle to take the role of the Angel in a Weird Route or something, the same way the Angel was two people at the same time in UT ; one benevolent Angel, and one Angel of Death, depending on the run the player is doing)).

Gaster has always been associated with demonic symbolism, the most obvious of which being the repeated connection he has with the number "6" : the typer associated with him is 666, in both UT and DR, his hidden stats in UT are filled with 6s, each one of the funvalues directly calling him by name are all happening between 61 and 65 (which is also why it is so commonly accepted to say that the mystery man from the funvalue 66 is supposed to represent Gaster himself in some way), the theme DARKNESS FALLS, as previously mentionned, is 66s seconds long, etc...

Interestingly enough, supporting the interpretation of these "666" as being the Devil's number, Gaster also made an appearance in the "demon text" of UT during a very short period of time : alongside a text CLEARLY written by Chara, "the demon who comes when people call its name", another line appeared in PRECISELY the version 1.05A of the game, saying "HE IS". (for more information on the demon texts if you are interested here is a post by Underlore talking about it)

It makes sense for Chara to be present in the DEMON text, because they call themself a demon, and it makes sense for Gaster to be there as well, as he's so often associated with the number 6. and ironically enough, while Chara is the demon who comes when people call its name, when we first name them at the beginning of the game, we are UNABLE to write or hear the name of Gaster in most playthrough. In a way, it's as if he's specifically a foil to Chara, the demon who comes when people DOESN'T call its name, haha.

And this makes sense with WHAT Chara is supposed to be : Chara is the player's completionist will, what pushes them to conquer and consume every last bit of a game, leaving nothing left behind them, metaphorically "destroying" worlds for their own entertainment. But, because of his very special status in the game, Gaster just cannot be "consumed" like every other content can ; he is often the very last thing keeping people interested in UT, when everything else has been read and analyzed, only him stays "unsolved", everything one can know and believe to understand about him feeling like a bottomless pit of endless possibilities. Literally the one thing the player needs to satiate Chara. Endless content, because incomplete.

Gaster has always given the player what they wanted, ever since UT. He is in a way the opposite force opposing the player's will to SEE and DO everything, because he is the content they will never be able to SEE and TRULY interact with, but this is this exact force that makes the player feels so connected to the world ; if the content is seemingly endless because unreachable, then the illusion of a fictional world being infinite is achieved. and as a result, the player becomes obsessed with that world that seems oh so real.

Because of this duality between these two, it could be easy to suggest the possibility that Gaster isn't "just" a demon, but The Devil, acting as a counterpart to The Angel, the player. After all, it is Gaster with whom we made a suspicious deal at the very beginning of DR, giving him our SOUL regardless of what the consequences would be.

Who else would offer a deal with such absolute conditions than the Devil itself, the one who is represented by the number 666, the one who we are told to "beware" from the very first time we hear about him.

All of this to say i do not think it would be so wild to assume that, with everything that we know about how the player's and Gaster's goals, wants and ENTIRE EXISTENCES allign but also complete one another, it wouldn't be so out there to believe that maybe, similarly to how Flowey in UT became obsessed with the player because they were the only person existing at a similar plane of existence as him, the player and Gaster would develop very strong feelings for one another, because they are the only ones in this fictional world who see it as a fictional world, the only ones who understand one another, and who can help each other effortlessly, simply by following their own instincts.

TL;DR i ship the player and Gaster and i made it everybody else's problem

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⟡ ݁₊ . You Always Come Back (right?)

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⌗ summary: Skips can't stop wondering if you'll leave him for good. So, he pulls you close and makes you promise- over and over again- that you're his forever …

⌗ warnings!: female reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, shameless smut with feelings, possessive and clingy skips, SLIGHT mention of stalking/mastrubation, creampie, porn with no plot basically, established relationship …

⌗ author’s note: hi guys can you tell I don’t write a lot lmao + this is crossposted on my ao3 ! (the format is better there imo)

No matter how much you tried to tell him, Skips wouldn’t believe you. He couldn’t. Not when you’d leave him every morning, and only visit him at night. It hurt him. It physically hurt so badly that he wanted you, needed you, but could never keep you with him. “Skips, it’s fine,” you tried your best to assure him. “For you it is!” He cried, “Every time you leave me I have to wonder if you’ll even come back.” It pained you to see him like this, how his brows knit together in sorrow, all at the fault of your own.

“Why do you have to go in the morning? Why…Why can’t you just be a shadow and stay with me? ” He begged, noticeably closer to you now. “Skips…” you started, running your fingers through his long black hair, to which he groaned softly. “We both know it’s not that simple.” You whispered, trying to get him to understand on any level.

Before you could say another word, he pulled you in for a kiss. Merely a peck before he stammered, “Fuck- I’m sorry. I just…you’re so—” You shut him up by pressing your lips to his, deeper. One that set off whatever was spewing inside the two of you all this time. He groans into your mouth, low and needy, like he’s been starving for this (he has). His hands hold your face ever so gently, before moving lower and lower…Down your neck, shoulders, gripping at your hips. You can feel his heart beating against your own chest. Fuck.

A string of saliva connects your mouths as you’re forced to pull away for air. By now, you and Skips are panting hard, holding onto each other like your lives fucking depend on it. “My penumbra…” Skips mutters, and you sigh. That name always did it somehow. A whine escapes your throat on its own and Skips chuckles. His lips are on yours again, tongue roughly exploring your mouth as you both rush to take off your clothes.

Once you’re left bare, Skips pupils are blown wide and you swear he swallows his drool. “Just look at you, penumbra. The most beautiful woman alive.” Oh god, you couldn’t possibly have gotten wetter at his words. Skips brings his hand down to your sex, barely ghosting a finger at your slit. Your back arched as you whimpered, “Oh fuck, Skips please . I need you.” His hips bucked ever so slightly as he choked out a, “Say it again- please, please say it again for me.” Who were you to deny his sweet begging? “Ah- I need it, Skips, I need you. Need you inside me now pleasepleaseplease,”

With that, he thrusted into you with the greatest sound you’d ever heard in your life. “You’re—mnh— so f-fucking tight.. all for me, huh?” He moans and lets out a little shaky laugh, like he’s almost in disbelief of how incredible you always feel. You gasped beneath him, grinding your hips like you’re still so desperate for more, before mewling out, “Shit… Skips, please move— c-come on,”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He pushes into you unbelievablely deeper, relishing at the way you hissed in the amazing pain of the stretch. “Ngh— my penumbra,” he pants, thrusting in and out of you before leaning down to kiss you once again. He swears he could actually die on your lips, tasting you, feeling you like this. “You’re mine , mmf… say it.” he whispers against your lips, and you nod hard, strings of yesyes,imyours,pleasedontstop leaving your lips.

“I’ll never let you go, you’ll be my penumbra forever,” he sighs into your neck, although you’re not sure if he’s telling you or convincing himself that. That didn’t matter. The only thing that seemed to matter was how warm and wet you were inside, how intimately he made love to you, how mesmerizing it looked between where your two bodies connected. “You feel.. so good.. Like you’re just made for this, made for me .” He practically pleaded. Oh, Skips. Why, why must it be this way?

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by Skips’ hand reaching down where you united, rubbing your clit in gentle circles. You squirm and moan hotly at the sensation, hands tangling in his hair, nails dragging down his back, like you don’t know where to put them— and you don’t, because you need to touch him everywhere. Where had he learned to do something like that? Probably when he watches you, when you think you’re all alone, late at night, hand sliding under your waistband as you make the sweetest sounds— which is unimportant at the moment…

Skips thrusts become sloppier, his pace uneven. Your heart fluttered at the way he moaned your name, just a little higher. Fuck, you knew what this meant and you couldn’t wait any longer. “Penumbra— I’m gonna come, fuck , I’m gonna come inside you, where it belongs,” He tells you, “ Come with me.. please, ” As if Skips commanded it himself, you feel the knot of pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, getting harder to hold back until—

Fuck. Skips comes in you, hard, like— he’s trying to get you pregnant or something. You cry out as your orgasm comes crashing with his, creating a gushing mess between you. He pants and desperately whines your name as he makes sure to fuck all of his seed into you. You writhe under him, absolutely fucked out, seeing stars.

All that can be heard is your panting and his ragged breathing. It's beyond intimate, how you two hold each other in the softest way. “I love you, Skips. Okay? We’re both trying our best here.” You assured him with a kiss. Skips pulls you closer to him and sighs, “I love you too.”

[laviefantasie]

[ Can I Be Free? ]

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Curse!Reader

Summary: You never thought you could be free… until you met him.

| Masterlist |

It had been raining the night Gojo found you.

You were perched on a crumbling shrine wall, one of Sukuna’s fingers held delicately between your claws. Your cursed energy hummed, quiet but potent, like a restrained storm.

You didn’t look like the other curses, you looked… human. But your energy didn’t lie, his six eyes didn’t lie.

Gojo approached with his usual arrogance, blindfold catching the lightning overhead.

“Didn’t expect a glorified paperweight to have a bodyguard,” he quipped, hands in his pockets. “You guarding that finger, or is it just your shiny toy?”

You tilted your head, amused. “I was told you were dangerous. Yet you just sound... irritating”

“I can be both” he grinned, Six Eyes focused sharply, “But also charming, if you get past the sarcasm”

You didn’t attack. Not immediately. Something about his presence was different from the others who tried to exorcise you.

“You’re not afraid of me?”

“Should I be?”

Gojo tilts his head, as if thinking over your question.

“Logic says you should” he states, “Yet you don’t seem to be”

“Maybe I’ve seen scarier”

You had. Since the moment you became a curse bound to him. Nothing could scare you anymore after that.

Your hunted neon eyes stared him down. You could feel his energy even when he covered it up, it was omnipotent. Powerful. It reminded you of the monster you were cursed to serve. Yet it felt different somehow. Felt… weirdly like freedom, if you even remember how that felt like.

You tossed the finger at his feet like a coin. “Come back next time. I might change my mind by then”

You didn’t know what compelled you to say that, what compelled you to give him the one thing you were meant to protect for the rest of your cursed life. Yet you did and say it anyway.

His eyebrows rose in interest. His eyes didn’t move from yours. He didn’t reach for the finger.

“Next time?” He asks, curiously.

You don’t answer. You don’t move. If he desired to kill you, he can.

He reaches for the finger.

“It’s a date”

And then he leaves.

You take a breathe. You didn’t even know you had stopped breathing.

What had just happened?

Weeks passed. Then months.

Every time Gojo sought out cursed objects tied to Sukuna, you were there—waiting, sometimes guarding them, sometimes just watching. He never understood why you didn’t try to kill him. He never understood why he never tried to kill you either. He should’ve. He could’ve. Yet he never did.

That frustrated him. The not knowing. The clawing in his chest every time your eyes met. The disappointment when he didn’t see you.

What was wrong with him? You were a curse. A powerful one. One he must get rid of.

But he couldn’t.

Why?

He got his answers a few days later. He found you injured, cursed wounds glowing dark across your side. Runes drawn across your body like tattoos. All glowing.

You had just protected a child from a lesser curse that had gone berserk. No reason, just pure desire to help.

“You’re bleeding” he muttered, kneeling beside you.

“I’m a curse” you rasped, “We don’t bleed. We leak”

“Don’t be cute. You’re not supposed to care about people”

You met his gaze then, something raw flickering in your eyes.

“And you’re not supposed to care about curses”

He said nothing, just pressed his hand to the wound and began to heal you with his cursed energy. You hissed at the contact but didn’t pull away.

Your runes stopped glowing until they disappeared. Your wound closed.

You both stood still. Neither separating from the other, even though you both should’ve. It was weird how you both felt comfort from the touch of the being you’re supposed to despise. Yet at that moment, staring at each other’s eyes, there was no hate. Just understanding.

After that day, you stopped calling him annoying. He stopped calling you “It”.

One night you sat on a ledge high above the city, legs crossed as you watched the city beneath you with something similar to longing in your gaze. Curses weren’t supposed to feel, yet you never seemed to stop yourself from doing so. You had lived too long, seen too much. Yet it didn’t feel like you’d ever truly lived. How ironic.

You felt his presence before you saw him. You didn’t move. Didn’t acknowledge him.

Gojo joined you without a word, legs dangling over the edge like a boy playing hooky from the heavens.

"Why do you keep meeting me?" you asked, staring into the skyline, “If the others knew..."

"They'd lose their minds” he said lightly, “Yuuji would cry. Nanami would resign again”

You laughed—a clear, rare sound that didn’t belong in your cursed body. You stopped as soon a as you realized what you did. You’d heard enough about his life to find what he said funny. It wasn’t right.

He looked at you when you weren’t looking, saw how the light faded once again from your eyes. He shouldn’t care. But he did.

“I meet you because... when I’m with you, I feel like the world’s quieter”

You stilled. Then turned towards him, surprised.

“I don’t have to be the strongest. I don’t have to pretend” he said quietly.

Your chest ached with something new. Something a curse like you shouldn’t be able to feel.

“And what am I to you, Satoru?”

His reply was late in coming. Thoughtful.

“A maybe” he whispered, “A ‘what if’ I don’t know how to let go”

It would’ve been easier if he hadn’t said that. Maybe then you wouldn’t have felt the stabbing pain that comes along with hope. Maybe then you wouldn’t have ever thought you could be free.

One evening, you came to him instead—wounded again, not physically, but spiritually. Sukuna had begun to suspect. You had felt the leash tightening in your sleep. Heard his hunting venomous voice in your head. Taunting you. Reminding you of the monster you truly were. Laughing at any hope that had begun to blossom inside your putrid being.

Gojo didn’t speak as he welcomed you into his apartment. Just held your wrist and pulled you into the light.

“You’re trembling” he murmured.

“I’m not afraid”

“You are. And I think I know why”

You were silent, breathing hard. You knew he was smart, smarter than most believed. You knew he knew what was coming. You knew he could feel it.

“If you stay with him, he’ll destroy you” Gojo said, “If you come with me… I’ll protect you.”

Your eyes, softened by the sight of him, trembled. You stared longer than needed and then your hands came up to his face, unsure, reverent.

“Even if I’m a curse?”

“Even if you were the end of the world”

His voice hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t faltered. He was sincere.

Your chest ached.

The space between your lips narrowed, his breath brushing yours—but you pulled away. You had already crossed enough lines.

“I’m afraid if I kiss you… I’ll never be able to leave”

His voice was pained, “Then don’t”

But you had too. He knew you had too. Maybe that’s what hurt the most. That your life wasn’t linked to his. That your soul belonged to another. Not by choice. You had never had the right to choose.

You didn’t come again for a long time.

Gojo looked for you after each battle. After each cursed site. But you were gone. Hidden deep within Sukuna’s ranks. You stopped speaking his name.

But he dreamed of you.

Dreamed of your laughter, of the way you touched his arm like you were afraid to be real. It kept him sane when he was sealed.

And you?

You watched him from afar—watched him fight and and win and bleed and get sealed. You knew Sukuna was preparing for the final battle inside Megumi’s body. And you knew you couldn’t run anymore.

So you made a choice. The first one you had ever made in hundreds of years.

You would protect him. Not because he asked you to.

But because you loved him.

You had not right to. But you did. He had given you something you had never had, something you never thought you had the right to have. He had given you hope.



Sukuna, in Megumi’s body, saw you and knew.

“You betrayed your creator for him?” Sukuna’s rage echoed like a god’s roar.

You stood tall. Confident. Not a shred of fear. And nodded.

“I love him enough to want to be free”

Gojo tried to stop you—tried to move in front of you—but you were faster, and the cursed slash meant for him tore through you instead.

He caught you, eyes wide in disbelief, as the light started to drain from your cursed body.

“I finally chose for myself” you whispered brokenly, “Tell me I was more than just a curse”

Gojo held your face, voice cracking, “You were everything”

Your lips curved in peace. A childlike smile gracing your features that started slowly becoming more humane as you died.

“Then I’m free”

And you faded in his arms.

Gojo never spoke of you after that.

But sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he saw you waiting on a shrine wall, smiling like the storm never touched you.

And in those moments, he smiled back—because maybe love couldn’t change fate…

But it could set a soul free.

[sister-hannah]

"I don't want to shut you out, truly. I've been trying to figure this out myself because even I wasn't sure what I was feeling, you know?

"I'm still not sure this is going to sound sensible, but I'll try. We've known each other such a short time, and it feels like I've mostly made mistakes during it -- but even if I hadn't been, it feels like you trust me as if you'd known me so much longer. Like we had a whole history to fall back on. I guess I don't understand why.

"We're about the same age, you and I. I don't see how you're able to trust so much so quickly. You'll have had enough experience to know how being so open-hearted can lead to being hurt, I know this.

"So I guess I don't know what to do with that. You're so sweet, and so accepting, and it feels wonderful, but I also don't understand how you got here when we've had so little experience of each other. I feel like I haven't earned it, if that makes any sense at all. I really hope it does because I'm having a hell of a time explaining it even to myself."

[Sister Hannah enters the confessional booth, sighing with exhaustion in the darkness. She's a librarian and scribe at the Abbey, nearly your own age.]

I'm glad it's you taking confessions today, Papa. You always comfort me. Just hearing your voice feels like a kindness, and it's been a long day.

I don't even know if you remember me. I'm usually in either the library or the new scriptorium. Sometimes I find you books, when you're there.

If there's one thing I should probably confess while I'm here, it's that I wish I knew you better. I know the seal of confession protects what's said here today, so if you choose never to pursue it, we can forget I ever said it.

But if by some chance you wanted a friend -- someone to laugh with, or to help you if you need it -- I hope you will find me.

I love to see you smile.

Dark Lord's blessing on you, Papa. You probably get this sort of thing a lot around here, so forgive me for being forward, if I have been.

[Sister Hannah gets up to leave the confessional booth, slightly relieved to have spoken, but nervous about it too.]

Perpetua’s heart blooms at the unexpected confession, the sweet words making a blush rise beneath his mask. It’s unusual for anyone to give him such kindnesses, so he can only rely on impulse to respond.

“Wait!” he blurts out, hoping to catch Sister Hannah before she leaves. “That was, um… very kind of you, Sister. I do remember you, my dear. You are such a valuable resource to the ministry; how could I possibly forget such a treasure? The next time I see you, I will stay a little longer, si? We can certainly get to know each other then. My office is always open as well. For… anything.”

He takes a deep breath, heart fluttering wildly in his chest. Honestly, he isn’t even sure if Sister Hannah is still there, and the growing period of silence makes him worry that all he has said was in vain.

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Thinking about Bucky being sterile.

((CW: mentions of non-consensual Castration, discussions of infertility, Reader is implied to be AFAB))

Maybe HYDRA forcibly castrated him, maybe it was just an unfortunate side effect of the Serum variant he got, but regardless it does its job.

And to be clear, I don't think kids are something Bucky wants at this point (or even really thinks he deserves). But you have to remember that he’s from a time period where getting married and having kids was the expected thing a person did, whether he wants them or not not being able to have kids the old fashioned way has to be something that weighs on him in some capacity. Also just the idea that, be it intentional or not, HYDRA stripped him of the ability to even have the choice to have kids is something that feels like a way that they'll always have control over him and his sexuality and his ability to perform.

Maybe it's something that doesnt even really cross his mind until he meets you, and he realizes things are going well, and at some point you two are probably going to sleep together and it's going to come up. And he's terrified.

Because he trusts you.

Because he loves you.

You had had been so understanding, so patient. You'd gone at his pace in terms of physical affection, even though it meant that it was weeks into your relationship before you could even touch him. You'd held his hand and kissed his knuckles while he told you of his past as the Soldier, and had held him when it all became to much, wiping his tears with your thumb and whispering that it was okay, that no one was going to hurt him like that again. You were gentle, and patient, and kind, Bucky knew that.

But what if this was it? What if this was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you finally understood that he was no good, that you were better off without him?

He tried to push it from his mind and enjoy whatever time he got with you.

Trying to make as many good memories as possible so that he could hold onto them when you finally wised up and realized that he was ruined.

This comes to a head one night the two of you are getting hotter and heavier than you've ever been before, unable to keep your hands off each other. He gasps when your hands start to find their way to his belt, pulling away instantly with nervous eyes.

'N-no, it's not..." he struggles to find the words, 'there's something you need to know about me, my body..."

"Bucky?" You ask, wanting to both move closer and give him the space he needs all at once, "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Were we moving too fast?"

You hold his hand as he recounts what was done to him to render him sterile, and he tries to hold onto the memory of your warm hand in his, to memorize every detail for when you leave him behind. You're still holding it when he finishes.

"I understand if you want to leave," Bucky stares at the ground, "I won't stop you."

"Bucky..." you feel your throat tightening, "this doesn't change how I feel about you. Why would you think that it would?"

"Because I'm ruined." Every word in his trembling voice is a sledgehammer blow to your heart, "because I'm damaged goods. Because I can't have sex like a normal person, and if kids are something you want in the future I can't give them to you."

His eyes are filled with unshed tears as you take his face in your hands.

"Look at me, love," you can feel tears streaming down your cheeks, "you are not ruined, do you hear me? You're not. What they did to you was horrific, it was inhumane, but it didn't turn you into damaged goods. I don't care that you can't have sex like a ""normal person"". I will make as many adjustments as you need. I would do anything to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. Especially with something so vulnerable. And as far as kids go? If sometime way, way in the future we decide we want kids, there are other ways, Baby. That's not the only way. And even if it was, I wouldn't care. I just want to be with you, do you understand me? I just want you."

He hugs you tight, burying his face in your shoulder and crying softly as you stroke his hair.

"You have me, Bucky," you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his hair, "you have me, no matter what."

Maybe the two of you end up having sex that night, maybe you don't. It doesn't really matter by that point. And obviously, he's not magically healed of his trauma, he still struggles with his self worth, and his body, but you’re there to help him.

You make him feel good, feel safe. Like he's more than the things that were done to him, that he's worth more than what HYDRA took from him.

He loves you more than he can ever say.

Anyways this got long and ramble-y, but I just got thinking about how Bucky being sterilized would effect him and his self worth and his relationships and got thinking.

[mona-risms]

whats goodie gang its the mira headcanons anon. i gotta say THANK YOU FOR THE FOODDD. also im back for more bc i fear your writing absolutely blew me away.

anyways may i request nsfw headcanons for mira w/ an afab reader? and kinda random but perchance could you throw a strap in there somewhere? okay bye (lifts up arms floats away into the sky)

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Mira x dom!afab!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think??

◆ NOTES: First off I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and second off I love her too bro I gotchu 🫡

OH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU. I love anyone who reqs afab reader actually BUT STILL.

Okay. OKAY. First off other people may say that this woman would prefer the dominant role BUT. This is a sub character blog. And I swear I have justification for Mira okay I swear I do

It's the fact that before she got into HUNTR/X, she's never really fit anywhere. Not with people in society, not with friends, certainly as hell not with her family. Before them, she thought that she'd never have a place where she could just.. belong, and honestly something like that can get ANYONE to feel like they're on some sort of constant survival mode as she refuses to let anyone see any sort of vulnerability that they may use against her

But then there was HUNTR/X, the people she considers the family she doesn't even wanna lose, no matter what. And then there was you. You, who gave her the time, the space, the understanding, instead of dismissing her for her unsavoury bluntness or thinking that she was nothing but a very prickly problem

I think your first time together wouldn't be until like. A bit later in the relationship, I think give or take around 6 months. Being in a relationship w her in the first place already means she trusts you more than most, but getting intimate with each other? First of all, an idol's schedule is BUSYYYYY idk if there'd be any time for that kinda thing, especially not when you're considered the Top 1 K-Pop unit. Second of all?

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to."

The words barely register in Mira's brain, the sound and sensation of her own heartbeat overrideing any other senses she had. When it does, however, her head snaps to look at you dead in the eyes, having to look up slightly due to your position—she was sat on the bed, with you having slipped into her lap in the midst of a particularly heated make-out session.

"Huh?"

"Your face," you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of pink hair behind her studded ear, "you look scared. We can stop."

She felt her heart squeeze, and a tingling heat in her core. It wasn't because of the way you dragged your hand from her ear.. to ghost her jaw.. before settling on her chin as your thumb lightly traced her bottom lip, though it did help a lot. Rather, it was moreso due to the way you had looked at her—years of living like you were nothing but a problematic inconvenience because your presence was too loud, and yet there was just this person who was willing to wait and listen anyway instead of walking away.

You looked at her like she hung the moon, what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

"No, it's--" The idol cleared her throat before trying again, her voice smaller than both of you had ever expected, "I'm not scared, just.. you're not.. going to think I'm too much to handle after this, right? I've never really done anything with anyone."

"Never let anyone get close enough?"

"Fuck you," there was no anger in her words. "..Yeah."

You just let out a hum, as if the two of you were discussing the weather rather than sex. And then you shook your head as your hand then went from her chin.. down to her the middle of her chest, "I'm not going to think you're 'too much', but we both know you'd rather see it than hear it. So." And you push lightly, "Lie down. Let me demonstrate."

A traitorous blush coated Mira's cheeks, the colour visible within the moon's glow. The light push couldn't ever be enough to knock her down, but she let herself fall back anyway, her hair sprawling behind her like a halo.

She finds herself enclosed within your arms a mere few seconds later when you crawl over to hover above the cool beauty, your lover. And in that very moment, when you duck down to trace kisses down her body while clothes are slowly discarded from both of your bodies, it feels as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

"Instead of 'too much'," you continued when you finally reached the apex of her thighs, wet and glistening, "I'll make sure you feel like you're mine instead.

Mira feels as if she really belonged.

Anyway proceeding to the actual NSFW hcs :3

Start off with Mira's part on this post bc I feel the need to address it again thank you

I think she'd absolutely ADORE soft sex actually. Listen throw away kinks for a second, right. She's gone without care for so long just bc her being a 'problem chold' and being outspoken would def equal to not needing any proper emotional care bc why would she need that? Clearly she can handle it all on her own, right? WRONG she actually needs to be taken care of. Finger her while holding her close so that she can cling to you, even after she cums all over your hand

Apart from that though honestly I feel like she'd be into bondage and acting like a brat. There's something about pretending to struggle and resist—emphasis on the 'pretending' bc be so fr all three girls could snap anyone like a Kit Kat bar thanks to their training—that has her thighs squeezing together. It's like a form of reclaiming I guess? Since everyone else thought she was too much trouble, and yet now she's sprawled on the bed and even the punishment for being a bad girl's sweeter than sin for her

Turnoffs........I don't think she'd enjoy titles much, like 'mommy' and such. Genuinely not for any reason apart from she personally isn't into it, which honestly fair enough girl. Idk if she'd enjoy petplay either, or degredation in general—it has her getting her hackles raised so fucking fast. Light degredation woukd be fine, esp when it's later on in the relationship and she 's more than comfortable with you now. But not too much yk

Creamer and someone who's definitely REALLY into overstim. Anyway

Also? A size queen actually 😄

Whenever Mira jokes by going full deadpan, sometimes you can't tell whether she's being serious or not. And that's perfectly fine, because either way it was usually going to end up entertaining one way or another.

You didn't think it'd apply to a talk about dildos, though.

In the midst of aftercare after a particularly taxing session, the lazy topics between you had somehow migrated to the talk of toys; the type the two of you would like, making fun of toher specific toys, and then...

And then there was the sizes.

You brought up getting your girlfriend the biggest, the most monstrous, the most diabolical strap you'd ever find. And her answer?

"Do it."

You really, really weren't sure if she was joking or not.

..Until today, when in the middle of eating her out, she reached underneath her bed just to reveal a blank box that held.. well, the exact thing that Mira's cunt now tried to hold onto despite you pistoning your hips over and over.

It wasn't the biggest, or the most monstrous, but it was definitely diabolical. You had to open her up slowly with a lot of lube, stretching her out with one finger.. then two.. then three, making sure that she could at LEAST take the start. The rest? The two of you decided to work it out as you went. ..Though it didn't feel like there was much 'figuring out' being done, not as if you were complaining—Mira's nails clawed at the sheets as she let out a series of sultry moans and curses under her breath, all while she moved her hips as if she were on some very enthusiastic autopiloting.

Her speech was jagged at best and utterly incomprehensible at worst, but she clenched on your strap as if it were something real—it couldn't even do so properly, not when it was already stretched out as is.

And you could never forget the stunned face she made when you put it on.. and the way her body shook as she came for god knows how many times now as she buried her head in her pillows in an attempt to shut herself up.

JUST SAYING AFTERCARW IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO IMPORTANT TO HER!!! She gets so endearingly quiet as the two of you just lay there for who knows how long. And she'll also ask if you wanna get anything to eat/get delivered. AND she'll ask you if you wanted anything before she passed out for a nice nap

It just turns into a cuddle sesh and honestly? What more could anyone ask for?

[woundedsoul12]

Thursday Bangers 9/26

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

It's Rook Appreciation Week yall. So go to @rookappreciationweek and check out the prompts and play. I am a little behind but.... here's day 4! Let's go to the Rivaini Coast to see how Kenn Ingellvar and Taash are doing with these lyrics

It's not a walk in the park to love each other But when our fingers interlock Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it - Still Into You by Paramore

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And if you are reading this...

You

“I once heard that all tears are carried to the sea,” Kenn begins as he steps forward. His hand hanging in the air as he fights for words. Giving comfort to the grieving has never been his strong suit. A faltering his father Vorgoth often chided him for.

But this is Taash. His love. The very breath in his lungs and beat of his heart. Standing on the sands as purple colors the falling sun. Sobbing for their mother, for a future lost to them. And a past now tinged with sorrow.

“Really?” they ask as his words break through their heartache. Looking up as their eyes meet his and he tentatively steps forward. Now is his chance, and for his kadan he will not fail.

“Yep. Why I always wanted to see the ocean. I was so excited when we got to come to Rivain.” He has their attention now. Their cheeks are still stained and eyes still swollen, but they don't flinch when his fingers entwine with theirs and he gently smiles. “So imagine my surprise when I found you instead. And suddenly the waves didn't seem so important.”

They roll their eyes at him as they look out to the water. Staring off for only a moment before they hum with quiet thought. “Of course that's the death mage's reason for wanting to see all this.”

“Taash!” he exclaims as he pulls back and playfully pushes their shoulder. “I was trying to be serious this time!”

“I know,” they reply as their hand finds his once more before pressing it to their chest. “You've been really understanding through all this. So I guess I'm trying to say thanks. For being here.”

“Hey,” he says as he reaches up to touch their cheek. “You've been here for me as well. That's what people do. Love's not easy, but it's worth it. And as long as we stick together, we can get through anything.”

“Maybe,” they reply in that deadpan way. Most people would find that response annoying, but Kenn has come to adore their mannerisms over the last few months.

“Hey no maybe,” he gently chides as he leans up to hover his lips just outside of their reach. “It's the truth.”

“Like all tears being carried to the sea?” they challenge as the corner of their mouth twitches up in a grin. Falling back into their old ways under the comfort of his love.

“Exactly like that,” he replies as his lips find theirs. And as they kiss on the Rivaini sands, they are reassured that even on their worst nights, Rook will still always be there for them.

[sweetdispatch]

Siren sounds - M. Rempe

Songs masterlist pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt had been together since teen years, when the problems started, none of you ran away even when both of you knew there was no rescue for the relationship warning: none note: this one i want to dedicate to my love @lovings4turn who said that she needs more rempe' edits to tate' music haha

You and Matt started dating when you were 17. It was love at the first sign and both of you believed that you’re together for life. No matter what was happening, you were by his side, always ready to defend him. He was protective over you and wanted you to feel loved and appreciated. 

At the age of 21, you made the choice and decided to follow Matt. You two moved together and things were looking perfect in the relationship. There was so much love and understanding, you two understood each other without words. You felt like he’s the guy for life and Matt already pictured you with a ring on your finger and kids running around the house. 

Things changed when Matt had his debut in the NHL. The arguments started and all the problems. Quickly, both of you realised that you are not as good match as you thought. You had a different vision of your future and Matt had a different one too. It looked like the relationship was coming to an end. 

Been a full year now and we both know that it’s bound to end

For a whole year, you and Matt had been ignoring all the problems. You know this relationship is a waste of time. There was no more love but none of you wanted to stop. It became toxic with time. You two were taking each other for granted and it was killing you. You wanted this to stop but you were too attached to him. 

Matt felt comfortable with you. This relationship was killing both of you but he felt good by your side. You and Matt weren’t the happy selves like always but in this mess, you two see peace. It was bad for both of you. But you two ignored it. You knew it’s coming to an end but desperately, you two tried to let it be as long as possible. 

They’re all tellin’ us to get out

This behaviour wasn't normal. Everyone was telling both of you to break up. That you are killing him and Matt was killing you but none of you ever listened. You two preferred to live in a bubble where there’s still love, even when there was no love. It looked like you two were trying to show everyone that this relationship can work. 

You and Matt didn’t want to show people that they were right. You knew each other better than others. That’s why you two stayed in this relationship. You and Matt tried to live like in the past, where there were kisses and hugs and soft moments but it was all memory. Now, it was an empty relationship with no hope to fix it. 

But we both love the smoke in out lungs

It was ridiculous but you loved the mess. You loved that no matter how bad this relationship is getting, you were still sticking together. There were so many obvious signs to run away from this relationship but none of you had the bravery. It was ruining both of you but you two preferred to stay blind for the problem. 

The smoke in your and Matt’ lungs were visible. Visible to everyone but not for you and him. It was bad but you were too comfortable with each other. You’ve been too long together to break up now and search for other love. It was dumb from both of you but you two believed that you can save it, even when both of you were well aware it’s unsavable. 

Tell me a lie 

You and Matt had been lying to each other. You were saying all the time I love you even when you two were aware that there’s no love. All the cute words and compliments were lies in the past year but it sounded and felt too good to end this. Both of you wanted to believe in those lies instead of changing it and breaking up. 

No matter how much you two were suffering in this relationship, you went through with the lies. Whole relationship was based on these lies and the worst was the case that none of you saw anything wrong with it. You and Matt learnt to live with them and lies became a structure of how your relationship had been looking. 

We keep livin’ in a burnin’ house 

The apartment that both of you used to call home was broken. You remembered when you moved there two years ago, excited for the future together. Now, it was a space where you had been living not with your partner but more like a roommate. Matt had many occasions to run away and find a new place but he always got back there. 

The bedroom was cold. It used to be your favorite room in the past where you and Matt had been laying on the bed watching tv, talking and fucking. Now, it was empty even if you two were still sleeping there. There were no touches or movie nights. Just sleep. The apartment was falling apart but none of you wanted to see it. 

We’re just dancin’ to the siren sounds 

All the calls from your friends and family. All the warnings, begging to end this relationship didn’t stop both of you. You were stuck with each other because none of you had the dignity to break up. You were enjoying the mess of a relationship you two had even if there were no feelings except for memories. 

No matter the fact that you wanted different things from each other and shared different visions of life together, you were still stuck together. It was the memories that were holding both of you together and fear of having a new start in life without each other. You and Matt had been stuck in this toxic relationship for good.

[nicheshameless]

Niche Shameless: Intro Post

The goal of this account is to share and promote the parts of Shameless US fandom that tend to get less love and focus. Both by hosting events and reblogging creations (art, fic, vids, gifs sets, meta, crafts, etc.).

I want to encourage people to create more things about the niche aspects of Shameless. And, in return, to make those creations easier to find so we can support creators with reblogs, likes, kudos, and comments.

As a bonus, I'm hoping this account makes it easier for followers to find others who love the same character, pairing, sibling duo, etc. There's nothing better than finding people with the same obsession so we can hype each other up!

What do you mean by "niche"?

Currently, that means everything other than Ian/Mickey* as a pairing.

There's a great variety of events in the fandom, but all of them are focused exclusively on Ian/Mickey. It's similar when you look at the fics posted under the Shameless US fandom on AO3: 91.9% are tagged with Ian/Mickey (yes, I did the math).

So, as a result, the "niche" side of fandom becomes everything else. I wanted a place to talk about those aspects of the show where they wouldn't get drowned out.

*This account will still have some Ian and Mickey, but the goal is to focus on them as characters (not as a couple), and on their other relationships. Those relationships can be sexual, romantic, or platonic. They can be canon or not. So if you have fanart you've been dying to share for Mickey/OC Mexican boyfriend, that's welcome here!

Can you give me some examples?

A non-exhaustive list of "niche" topics:

Gen (as in: not focused on a sexual or romantic relationship)

Friendships

Mentor & mentee

Familial relationships (found family included)

Canon ships

Non-canonical ships

Plot-focused works

other? Maybe you really love that rooster mug from the Gallagher's kitchen and want to make a gif set about it? (To be fair, it is very cute.)

Wait, so no Gallavich?

Not here, sorry.

But there's tons of fun events specifically for the pairing sprinkled throughout the year. @gallavichthings has a calendar up in their pinned post for easy access.

And on AO3, there's currently over 18000 fics for the pairing. If that's what you're looking for, there's plenty to enjoy. (Don't forget to leave kudos and a comment!)

I have more questions / something wasn't clear.

If you have questions: great! The ask box is open. Also, I'll try to put together a FAQ in the next week or so.

If anything was unclear, please let me know and I'll see if I can clarify in my answer and/or edit this post to make it easier to understand. Small disclaimer: English isn't my first language. If anything is unclear, or if I use run-on sentences, I'm sorry. I re-read this post at least a dozen times, but grammar was never my strong suit. I'd love if anyone else wanted to contribute to the admin of the blog, even if it's just beta-reading my posts so they're clear to English speakers.

💙 🐓 🥱

If you've read this far, thank you. Here's a cute photo of sleepy-morning-toussled Kev and that rooster mug as a reward.

[julietcpulet]

I just realized Jinshi doesn't know Ah Duo approached Maomao and offered her a way out (of their relationship) to which Maomao said NO.

Will something change if he finds out? I believe the reason Jinshi wants to let her go is because he believes Maomao would be miserable being the crown prince's consort/wife. But Maomao knows the stakes now yet she's still determined to stay with him.

This probably won't derail Jinshi's goals of getting abdicated from the throne but I wish he knows Maomao loves him just as much as he loves her. I think he deserves it a little bit after all he did for their relationship. He'd probably cry 😭

(Spoilers) Oh I definitely think if he knew this would only serve to bring them closer. For one, although Jinshi can read Maomao pretty well and surmise that she returns his feelings, having outside evidence that she wants to be with him, even to the point of being willing to subject herself to the inner workings of the palace, would be conclusive proof of how she feels.

Also, it shows that despite her banter to the contrary, she’s seen his efforts to keep her and is making efforts of her own to support him no matter the outcome. It’s what true love and sacrifice are all about. The willingness to do something for someone without anything in return but simply because you want to be with them. It showed the strength of her feelings without her actually voicing them, again why she’s an unreliable narrator out loud but her actions are of immense importance.

I think him knowing would also eventually affect his relationship with Ah-Duo. Although we can sympathize with her situation related to the Emperor, her attempt to remove Maomao without seeing all that her son is doing to make Maomao comfortable or to understand that he wouldn’t compromise her at all shows a lack of understanding of him as a person. Even though he doesn’t know her yet as his mother, if he came to I think knowing this would put a strain on their relationship. He would sympathize with how her youth turned out but also be hurt that she felt she couldn’t approach him sincerely about Maomao.

I think in some ways it’s sweeter he doesn’t know though and only we as the readers do because it lets us see just how much they’re fighting for one another and the sincerity of their feelings. The only issue between them comes down to the same thing they have struggled with from the beginning which is being able to communicate this sincerity and find a way to work out solutions together. But that’s why I personally find them so endearing because it’s not so much that they lack feeling, it’s that they’re both trying to be so selfless towards one another they have a hard time confessing their intentions to each other.

[theh0lylyre]

That necklace... and a start of a love story 💘

(V x F!reader, friends to lovers)

yes this user starves for V content so she makes her own

I actually got DMC5 last week and V is so fun to play…. my favorite character is obviously not V 🫩

Also I might not post for a while. Uni starts next week, so I’ll be busy. Gotta pass before I get V’s ass. I’m sorryyy ✨

“V, I think this girl likes you.”

You were beside Lady and you guys were chatting. You’ve been wanting to confess to your long-term crush, the emo boy, the human half of Vergil. You both have been close friends but you’re afraid that V might not even understand how you feel towards him.

You didn’t expect Lady to take the first move. Fuck. This was never part of the plan. You were supposed to confess before New Year. Or maybe mutter out words during an intense demon battle to give him motivation. You both approach V, walking towards him while his back faces you. You were already very, very flustered. And what’s worse is, Griffon adds fuel to the fire.

Griffon is well aware of how you feel towards V, and he promised to keep it a secret. Now, he’s on Lady’s side this time. You wish a qliphoth root could just take you right now and seal you away forever.

“O-Oh! Right! She has a crush on you—“

“Shut up, annoying chicken!!!”

You shout at Griffon, making him stop instantly. You knew he was afraid of you, yet he still spilled the honest truth to his summoner.

V faces towards the two of you, eyes locking with yours. Lady smirks, and runs away.

“Trish is calling me. See you later!”

You wanted to slap her but it has sinked in, that maybe this is the day where you lose your very best friend. Thanks to some annoying blue chicken and a short haired girl.

“….What is a crush? Like you want to crush me into pieces?”

V questions, still looking at you. He notices your flustered, red-as-a-tomato face, and a slight smirk forms on his lips. Maybe he does understand after all.

“Ha! Q-Quite the opposite actually—“

“—Stupid chicken! Ignore him, V. I-I don’t even know what he’s saying…”

“You will pay for this, Griff…” are the only words you can formulate in your head. Your mind is totally blank, afraid of what fate has in store for you. It’s over, you think. You still try to think.

With the help of his cane, he walks toward you, your faces now inches away from each other. You can feel the heat from his body radiating.

“Tell me, y/n. What is this… crush thing…?”

“U-Um… Nothing really! I don’t know what—“

V starts to feel a little frustrated. You were quite the honest girl to him. He knows all your secrets. And what makes it even painful is, he holds the necklace you gave him tightly. You gave it 3 years ago as a gift, and from that day he never took it off. But it seems that he’s about to rip it off his neck. 3 years down the drain. Fuck your devil-hunter-in-love-with-an-emo-boy life.

“Aren’t we close after all, y/n? You don’t keep secrets from me.”

You felt a pang of guilt. You now think it’s your fault. For admitting your crazy feelings to Lady and Mr. Annoying Chicken. You should’ve just kept it inside. Until you can’t hold it in anymore. Regret has bloomed in you.

Suddenly, you feel a gloved hand on your cheek. It was V’s hand. He checks on your temperature.

“Are you alright? You don’t look well. You’re quite red, too.”

“Ah…. Yeah! J-Just feeling a little cold…”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? I know there’s something deeper.”

You stay silent. At this point, you are completely surrendered by his touch.

“Uh oh… this is getting spicy…”

Without a word, V snaps, and Griffon disappears in an instant, leaving the two of you.

“I do not desire to conceal this feeling any longer, either.”

He drops his cane, both hands cupping your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips feel soft against yours, and you instantly kissed back. You can’t believe that this boy stole your first kiss.

You both pull back, looking into each other’s eyes passionately. You did it. You finally confessed your feelings for him.

He suddenly pulls out his book, holding tightly onto the necklace you gave him, and reads one out loud to you.

“…I shall write your name here then. This is our book now.”

Little did you know that the poem he read was just one of the poems he wrote for you. Half of the book are full of poems about you, and V can’t wait to show them off throughout your brand new relationship. 🖤

[venbetta]

I've been really getting into SOTM since it's come out, and I have to say, it's better produced than SW's other fnaf games. I'm not saying it's 100% perfect, I'm not gonna gas it up to be game of the year, but it feels cohesive compared to their previous games. It's the fact that when it was originally announced up until its release, I wasn't 100% on board; I didn't know what to expect. I've come out of it surprised by how potent some of the narrative beats are.

I've heard some people say that the story wasn't cohesive or that it didn't make sense, which i get, it took watching a few other playthroughs to catch things I missed during the first watch. And I know the mimic's origins are in the TFTP books, which usually doesn't help either, but the game does a good job at establishing the mimic's creation enough to latch onto. Plus, the Murray family feels real to me, Edwin's neglect, Fiona's caring natural. If they weren't in the game, i think it would've been a dull experience. There were slow moments when I was watching Fusion's playthrough, and I thought, "Gimme more Murray family lore." And when it did show up, I was engaged. Learning and finding out more felt rewarding (I don't have the game myself :( ... but watching other people play has helped).

I know I missed things, I probably still am, but I've grasped enough of it to understand a good majority of the story. The endings were nice, I can actually tell which one is definitely the canon one. The secret one was so sweet and heartbreaking. I loved Arnold, even if we don't hear him speak that often. Dispatch is a prick in the best way. The VAs did amazing.

My only complaint is that the minigames (the crane one) were kinda boring. I did almost fall asleep during that part. I don't have many grievances with SOTM, it surprised me.

I know people keep comparing it to Poppy Playtime, and all that other stuff, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it taking inspiration from it. They literally took inspiration from Alien Isolation and Outlast from what I've heard, and that shouldn't be seen as an insult to compare any of these games with one another.

And as someone who's been with fnaf since the beginning, I get why people are a bit discontent about this game's presence. I miss the old games, but I don't see anything wrong with mixing something up in this new Era. I loved Security Breach, even with its flaws. It's a beautiful mess with... a not very cohesive story, but it's fun. Saw someone try to compare SB with SOTM to criticize the latter when they are two distinct narratives with varying visuals. Of course SOTM doesn't have life to it, it's an abandoned, defunct factory with ROTTING bodies. It's a horror game. There's nothing wrong with SB switching up the environment either, it's still a horror game... even if it was catered to be child-friendly which there's nothing wrong with that either...

Comparing apples to oranges.

I digress.

I wish it was easy for people to admit and accept that SOTM isn't going to feel like FNAF, instead of chalking it up to being a bad game or spitefully comparing it to other games for the sake of criticizing when it's easier to just say "This isn't for me anymore." And also not blame any party responsible for making it that way (Steel Wool). Markiplier admitted it in his recent playthrough, it felt nice hearing that from him. To have that self awareness and acknowledge that it's not the same, but it's okay that he doesn't like it and it's no one else's fault!!!! GRGHRGH

I love FNAF, and it's complicated lore, and it's sometimes buggy games. Unless some other game comes along that completely alters my opinions on it, I'm willing to see where this franchise goes, honestly.

So now excuse me while I go make Freddy and Monty kiss each other like lil toy dolls