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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year

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*lizzo voice* I’ve been waiting for this one! Turn it up! Anyway it took all the power in me not to turn on anon 😩. Honestly these are gonna be pretty broad so you have creative freedom!! I was wondering if I could have a Poly!Ghostface with breeding being a main focal point 👀. If not main I’ll take minor point! Whatever’s easiest! Also it’s amralice I changed my username LOL

Man you requested this thing foreverrr ago, but I finally was in the mood and got to it. I am gonna thank the new Scream movie on the horizon and also the Ghostface call I got. Breeding kink ain’t my kink but damn if it isn’t fun to write! Especially since I shockingly never have with these two! I hope it was worth the wait and that you all enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Biting. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Creampie. Sloppy Seconds. Threat Of Denial. Dub-Con. Breeding Kink. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Pet Names. Coercion. Gaslighting. Billy And Stu Being Toxic. Riding. Slut Shaming. Reader Blaming. Restrained Reader. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Begging. Crying. Decryphilla.

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Throwing Caution To The Wind.

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You were smart, cautious and careful.

Normally.

But ever since two particular boys entered your life you find it harder and harder still to keep your head on straight. They could make a suggestion and from anybody else it would be totally outlandish, something you would never even consider entertaining, but when it came from their mouths, well, it just had a funny little habit of making sense.

So when you were fooling around one night, stretched out underneath Stu, him kissing your neck, teeth grazing. Billy was by your side, hands everywhere when he said your name softly, you hummed in question and he responded, “Feelin’ good?”

A light and breathy laugh, “To say the least.” but you wanted more, so you asked, as nicely as you usually did, sweetness and heat tying the two words in a bow, opting for simplicity, “Fuck me?”

Billy didn’t sound disappointed or anything, he said it in a very matter of fact way, “Would love to but we’re outta condoms.”

Shit.

You however were disappointed, you totally meant to pick up more but you spaced on it, and true you could get off in other ways. And while hands and mouths and the rest have their very well loved place, that isn’t what you wanted tonight. You thought, turned it over in your mind, they weren’t letting up, still touching you all over, the teasing was too much and you think, “Fuck it.”

You speak, “We…We could still-” That got their attention, Stu’s head rising from your chest, the nipple he had just had between his lips released with a wet pop, “Still?”

Billy leaned in closer, “Yeah, still?”

A nervous look between them both, a bite of your lip before the pulsing need pushing you forward and the words tumbled out, “We still could if you promise to pull out.”

The look passed between the pair over your form was quick before they looked back to you, “Are you sure?”

You think for a moment maybe you shouldn’t, maybe this was a bad fucking idea, but then Billy’s hand was between your thighs, deft fingers circling your clit through barely there and soaked lace, pleasure sparks inside of you, makes your legs twitch and your breath stutter in response. Stu was as unhelpful as ever as he returned his mouth to giving attention to your chest and before you truly know what you are saying, those two words slip out on an exhale, “I’m sure.”

“Well if you’re really sure.” Billy hummed.

You were. You could trust them.

Soon enough you were deep into it with them, all clothes were forgotten as you got on top of Billy, the feel of him warm, his eyes giving away that he was as full of want as you were. One hand on your hip and the other holding himself at the base of his shaft as he lined up, the hot and hard velvety head of his cock poised at your slick hole and in one smooth move of your hips downwards you took him inside. His reaction was amazing, about the same as yours honestly, first there was a sharp inhale at the sudden rush of sensation, a small tense, and a quiet but definitely vocal moan. It felt fantastic, you from the stretch of him and him from the feeling of you, so warm and so wet, and you both from feeling the other raw for the very first time.

You started to move, began to ride, tentative, easy, bouncing up and down and holy shit, you didn’t know it could feel this good with him bare, if you did, you might have done this sooner. The build of it was quick, Stu was helping, one hand rubbing your clit, sloppy kisses placed on your neck as you reached back behind yourself, your own hand on him, stroking him as you rode Billy. “How’s she feel?”

A breathless laugh, his head thrown back as he confessed, “In-credible.”

“Oh I bet, M’ already dying for my turn.” The smile on his face was evident from his tone.

You got very, very distracted after that, trying to keep a good rhythm both for yourself and for Stu, a task that got harder and harder as you got closer and closer to your end, the fingers helping you along, refusing to let up. Your head was swimming, ample moans and panting breaths you feel yourself draw close and warn them as such, a broken and weak, “Gon-gonna cum-”

Stu’s fingers stay consistent, your hips are faltering but Billy’s hands are locked on your waist, he helps you move, keep it up, rocking up into you, fucking up as you are slammed down and you know your orgasm is going to be spectacular. It builds and rises and finally peaks, you tip over and cum, eyes slip closed and the moan that breaks out is loud and blissful.

You are thoroughly pleased and totally distracted, so overcome with feeling that you didn’t, more than that, you couldn’t gather enough mental awareness to notice Billy’s own end that had also crept up. If you weren’t so consumed with getting yourself off you would have noticed the change in his breathing, the pitch of his own moans, and all those little tells you had gotten to know so intimately that would have clued you into him getting so dangerously close. You cumming pushes him over too, plush walls hugging and squeezing him rhythmically, as if your body were silently begging him to do it, to unload inside you and he complies. Your eyes slide back open, brows furrowed in confusion as you are panting, as your own pleasure subsides you feel the flex of him inside and with a few more gentle moves of your hips, directed by him, still gripping you, a rush of warmth and wetness.

You shouldn’t be this wet, it felt way more slick so suddenly and as you look down at Billy, his own eyes closed in pleasure, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a harsh exhale out of his nose and red flush on his chest it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks.

In the haze of you cumming you had let go of Stu and he allowed it to happen, you got up, raising up on your knees and sliding him out, a small hiss from him as you do so, followed right after by the now clearly obvious mix of his cum and your wetness pouring out of you and back onto his slowly softening shaft. You reached down, feel your well fucked hole that was steadily leaking, moving back to see all the mess and you look at Billy accusingly, “You said you were gonna pull out!”

There was this much too comfortable smile on his face, a small shrug, glancing at Stu as he said, “Oops. Sorry.”

Stu laughed and you wanted to smack him, “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny.” Stu defended and you ignored him as you asked Billy, “Why did you do that?!”

“Couldn’t help it. I tried to hold it while you were getting yours but it felt way too good.” He said it in a way that was clearly trying to sway you, when you seemed unmoved he spoke again, “C’mon, don’t be mad at me babe. Didn’t it feel good?”

It did. It totally fucking did but- “That’s not the point!”

“So you admit it did feel good.” He said with a wider grin and you pouted arms cross over your chest, “I didn’t say that!”

“Implied it plenty.” Stu said easily, his hands on you, locking onto your waist and you tried to wiggle away, “Stop it! I want you to take this seriously, I told you not to and you totally violated me-”

That got a laugh from them both, Stu saying with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah you seem really violated when you were cumming like that. The sounds you were making? Sounded like you were really being forced.”

“Totally man, sure felt like you hated every second of it when your cunt was fucking milking me.” Billy continued mockingly as he started to sit up, a hand running through his hair and you wanted to protest, make them apologise but Stu was touching you. He hadn’t let you get away, he was laying more affection of your neck and shoulders, one hand sliding between your legs and you tried to fight him of, “Knock it off Stu-”

“Nope.” You felt him, pressed hot and hard to your hip and he said, “I still gotta get off.”

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that no way after this would you but Billy was touching you too again, he’d knocked your arms out of the way and he was playing with your nipples, tugging gently as he says, “He was real patient, let him have a turn.”

“N-no, I don’t want to-” You protested weakly, totally unconvincingly, especially as Stu buried his fingers inside you and felt how your body responded, clenching around his fingers. He was murmuring in your ear sarcastically, “Yeah again, feels like you really don’t want this.”

You give in, an attempt at compromise, “Okay, let me blow you-”

A laugh from the pair, a shake of Stu’s head, and Billy pulling more painfully, “Nope, you’re gonna let him fuck you and you’re gonna love it.”

You wanted to whine, sob, beg, but you felt so needy, you did want to feel him, did want him to fuck you and get off again and again but the risk, the danger of it, you shouldn’t-

Billy’s voice cuts through your whirring and worried spiral in your mind, “We’ll buy you a plan B if it makes you feel better.”

It did. It really did. If they did that then there was no point in denying Stu, you could let him use you too, let him cum inside without further worry so you rush out, “Yes, okay, fuck-”

“Awe there you go, good girl.” His fingers are pulled out and you are pushed down, Stu repositions you, forces you into face down ass up and without any more preamble you feel him against your hole and he slips inside.

He moans long and low, his body covering yours, you feel his chest to your back, his hands on your wrists, holding you down as he bottoms out. He held deep inside for a moment, feeling you with nothing in between, how loose and lubed you were from the previous load dumped into you, he ground his hips against your ass, another groan leaves him as his head pitches forward, resting on the back of your shoulder. He sounded wrecked already but he always was a massive slut for Billy’s sloppy seconds.

You moan too when he fills you, your eyes sliding closed as he starts to move, slowly, begins to fuck you, deep and hard, barely sliding out halfway before shoving back inside. After a few more moans he pulled out of you with no effort he said, “God, you’re so fucking funny, you know that?”

“Hu-huh?” You moaned out and Stu continued, “Thinkin’ that you could let us fuck you raw and we wouldn’t take the chance to cum in you-” A breathless laugh, a shake of his head, then punctuated by the hardest thrust yet and a moan before he continues to verbally degrade you, “-stupid, stupid whore, only thinking with the gash between your legs.”

Instead of angering you, instead of making you feel everything it should, instead it makes you moan, makes you clench down on him again, makes you feel even more heat spark inside of you and arousal wash over your brain. Maybe you were naive and idiotic to think that they would just pull out, maybe this was- “Your fault. This is all your fuckin’ fault.” Stu whispered harsh into your ear as his hips picked up the pace.

It was, you were warm and wet, sweet and inviting, you really thought that they could feel you, all of you, bare and alive against them and thought what? That they’d be able to resist not finishing in your abused hole that was gripping onto them for dear life? That same hole that was practically beseeching them to do it?

It was biology you were fighting against too, your mouth said one thing but your body another totally different. Who were you to fault them for listening to millennia of evolution directing them, telling every sense and fiber of their beings, compelling them to cum exactly the place they were supposed to? In your fertile and ready hole, the one you had for this very purpose.

This was on you and you alone for asking for too much of them. They were only human.

This was fucked, totally fucked, you were into this, all of it. The danger, the risk, the moral ambiguity and more still. It fuels you.

You moaned incoherently, started to rock back to meet Stu’s thrusts, Billy sitting up in front of you watching as the blonde fucked you harder and harder. “Oh, seems she really does love it.”

“Yeah she does, you do, don’tcha?” He asked and you nodded, panting as you felt the pleasure building again, a furious nod, his hands released your wrists and a hard smack that landed on your ass made you yelp as he demanded, “Say it!”

“I-I do, I lo-o-ove it, fuck, pl-please! Don’t stop Stu!” You begged pathetically, desperate to ease the ache and to cum again.

“Oh I won’t.” Stu assured around a laugh and Billy hummed, the sound of skin on skin filling the space of the bedroom around him he spoke, “How bad do you think she wants it?”

“I dunno man, shit, feels like she does pretty bad.” He mused in between his own panting breaths, another groan breaking out and Billy let that hang for a moment before posing, “Bad enough that if we told her we wouldn’t get her that little pill she’d still beg you to cum in her raw?”

“Love the way you think.” Stu confessed and with another brutal and unrelenting thrust he asked, “Well?”

Your mind was so hazy, you could barely keep up but you felt some fear curl in your gut as your clit throbbed and your cunt wept, you didn’t want that, did you? Moreover you didn’t think that they did either, a questioning and wavering moan, a stretched out, pitched up, whiney, “Whaaaat?”

A laugh, Stu mocking what you said, stretching out your “what” in the same way and your head falls forward, resting on your forearms as he uses your body. Billy chimed in then again, recovered from his own small laughing fit, “You heard us. If you wanna cum, if you wanna get off, beg for him to breed you.”

You move your head up, slightly, able to look at Billy, he was staring down at you and you could see he was hard again and was jerking off to the view of you and Stu.

When did this happen? Since when did they get into this kink? You had no time nor the higher faculties to think or question, pleasure was rising quickly, you were so fucking close when Stu’s hips stopped with him buried inside of you. His cock pressed to that sweet spot but un-moving, a sob, you can begin to feel the orgasm slip through your fingers and you didn’t think, just let it pour out of your mouth thoughtlessly, “Please, please, please, fill me, God! I nee-need it, fuck-”

A broken moan into the sheets, again followed by a breathless but still definitely loud enough for them to hear as Stu resumed his previous pace, “Breed me.”

It only took about five more perfectly placed thrusts for you to cum.

Something else was said, something surely degrading and filthy but you couldn’t hear it, your mind went blank as you shuddered under him, sensation radiating out and making your legs almost give out with a wrecked moan.

This time the come down took longer, especially since Stu didn’t let up, still ruining your hole, only when you were just beginning to come back to yourself and catch your breath did you feel it. Stu holding deep with a groan and now more aware of it, knowing it was going to happen, you focus a tad better, feel him cum inside and it leaks out of you around him, too full to hold the remnants of Billy’s load and Stu’s with him still stuffed inside.

When he pulls out a moment later, even more of them spills out, down the backs of your thighs and you finally get to lie down, a deep inhale, your limbs feel sore but you feel very relaxed. You could fall asleep right here and you thought you just might until Billy rolls you over, you feel him settle on top of you, between your legs and when he slides in your eyes fly open with a gasp, he didn’t waste time, fucked into you and Stu said, “Told you we could make her beg for it, you owe me five bucks.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay you later-” You tried to find your voice to speak up, protest over this new information, that they made some petty bet over this but he changed the angle, ground on your oversensitive clit and it stole all your fight, your argument, along with your breath. Another squeeze of your walls around Billy that he commented on and you had to admit, if only to yourself, this is some of the best sex you had ever had, not just with them but period, and maybe, you should let this go and be thankful for them leveling up your sex life in this way.

Regardless, something for future you to worry about and deal with, for now, your legs wrap around Billy’s hips, ankles lock behind his lower back, you reach up, pull him tighter by your fingers tangling in his hair and you beg into his sweat slick neck, “Don’t stop.”

“There you go, what a good slut.” Stu praised and you were rewarded by a strong press of Billy’s lips against yours.

You finish that afternoon with tears down your cheeks, a cunt full of cum and a head full of confusing thoughts, a new kink unlocked thanks to their inability to listen and their overconfidence that they knew your body better than you could ever hope to.

#BHF asks #BHF writing #Billy Loomis X reader #Stu Macher x reader #Poly!Ghostface x reader #Ghostface X Reader #slasher x reader #ENJOY #This was real fun for me! I missed writing them

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donquixotehomura · 3 months

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Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Relaxation

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Pre-established relationship, fluff, Doffy being soft, reader is gender ambiguous, reader taking care of Doffy, reader is very ambiguous actually, I HC then as the same age and having been together since their twenties but this fic doesn't have anything alluding to any of that so you can think about it however you want.

In the heart of Dressrosa, the facade of joy and freedom shown to the Kingdom concealed the intricate planning and power orchestrated by Donquixote Doflamingo, amidst the schemes and planning, you stood by his side, not just as a normal family member but as a partner, as someone who understood the complexities of his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you retreated to the privacy of your shared quarters. The air shifted, shedding the weight of the day's responsibilities. Doflamingo's stern demeanor softened, revealing a vulnerability reserved for you alone, the room became a haven, a sanctuary where the masks of the ruthless pirate and cunning ruler could be set aside.

You approached him, your hands skilled from countless nights of relieving his tension. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as you worked your magic, massaging away the stresses that clung to his shoulders.

Doflamingo, normally stoic and unyielding, melted into the touch, his guard lowering with each knead of your fingers.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a way of making me forget the chaos out there."

You smiled, understanding the weight of his words. The massages weren't just physical relief, they were a ritual of intimacy, a language spoken in the silent moments. As your hands continued their dance, the room echoed with a quiet symphony of shared affection.

When the massages concluded, you both settled into a comforting embrace. The boundaries between family/partners and lovers blurred in the soft glow of the candles. The armor of power and influence that surrounded Doflamingo crumbled, revealing the man who found solace in your arms.

Cuddling close, the world outside vanished, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth. As the night unfolded, your whispered conversations and tender touches became a testament to the love that transcended the intricacies of power and ambition.

In the stillness of the night, Doflamingo, once the puppet master of a grand design, found his sanctuary in the simplicity of your love. The silent retreat to your shared bedroom became a ritual of healing, a reminder that even in the tumultuous seas of the Pirate world and great ambition, there existed an anchor—each other.

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He looks adorable in this gif (it isn't mine and I'm not sure where I got it from, probably from another Doffy fic here)

Tell me what you think, I know this is short but it's a beginning ig, I can't figure out a style for myself yet but I'll get there, apologies if this sucked haha

This is my beginning on the road of fanfics, I always get a ton of ideas and never write them cause I don't really know how to word them well and my anxiety is through the roof 🥲, anyways here we go I hope this is good, I'll try to keep my fangirl heart at bay but I can't with this horrible lovely adorable man (is this my daddy issues? Maybe)

Do I sound too philosophical? Should I go for more causal? Idk my brain is either this or can't even form a sentence (it's either ADHD thing or I'm just stupid haha)

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote family #Donquixote doflamingo fluff #doflamingo fluff #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff

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real-total-drama-takes · 4 months

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chase sucks, yeah, but honestly he is one of the most complicated guys out there. his dependency on other people to be happy, especially. and honestly, i blame that on both his potential upbringing and, mostly, him being a youtuber. with the reboot being set in 2023 and it being confirmed that he makes an insane amount of money, for simplicities sake i'd say he's about as famous as some like mrbeast(who has. over 200 million subscribers), this wouldn't really matter if not for the fact he's SIXTEEN I'm not going to lie and say people treat famous people normally, because they don't. With how famous he is, I'd assume he's been doing this for a while (again, simplicities sake, I'm saying he started when he was like... 13 making cringey streams but got into the whole beach house thing when he was around 14-15) and with that, he'd be getting a . Lot of attention(especially attention that, given hes a famous youtuber, wouldn't follow any Normal Boundaries you should have when talking to a real person, let alone a highschooler) His treatment of Emma would be heavily based on the near obsessive love he'd get from fans, and like i've said, the lack of boundaries he'd have with said fans. Naming a star(and intending to name Emma) ''Chase's Girlfriend'' is... Weird, but with how people treat famous guys, I'm going to say that's something he picked up from people's fantasies. If he's constantly being told that people want to date him, and name themselves after the fact(something people say to famous people a lot, actually.), he'd naturally assume that's.. just what people want from a relationship. Now, with his parents. I'm going to assume it's similar to Ripper, he had distant and neglectful parents(and found the love he needed through YouTube and the guys in the beach house.) With his only positive attention coming from people who Aren't Normal, he'd just pick up on that being love. If he's not insanely obsessive, he doesn't love them. If someone isn't obsessed with him, they don't love him. Next off, I think he has a personality disorder. Specifically HPD( I have HPD, I'm not diagnosing him with/talking about something I don't know about dw), I've seen people diagnosing him with NPD, but I don't think it fits when considering his relationships with other people. I'm not going to focus on this a lot, but just including that. I don't consider him fundamentally unloveable like a. lot of people in the fandom do. I think that's just stupid. Does he need to learn to respect other people's (and his own) boundaries? Yes. He absolutely does. In a dream world, he stops doing youtube videos. I feel like that's one of the biggest problems for him. Constantly getting obsessive attention, especially if he has no other source of it(from his parents, a partner ectect), is awful for him. He's a teenager being exploited on youtube, of course that isn't good for him. But, if he learns people need boundaries and codependancy isn't a good form of love(and, best case scenario he goes to therapy), I think he can be in a healthy relationship. Hell, I'll even go off on a whim and say that with the right support and a lot of apologies, he could be in a healthy relationship with Emma. I'm gonna leave it off there, I just like overanalysing total drama characters

#td chase #total drama 2023 #total drama spoilers

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glitchtricks94 · 2 years

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Lofi Hip-hop Beats To Chill and Cuddle To Headcannons: Azul, Cater, Leona, Malleus, Idia

This idea has been living rent free in my head for a few weeks, and now I've cracked. As a result of my upcoming insanity, I present to you a set of small headcannons of you listening to lofi with my selected Twst characters. Got any fun ideas? Want a take on some headcannons? Wanna see any particulars? Let me know, I have nothing but brainrot for all these boys. Enjoy the fluff! -Glitchtricks Word Count: 2.9k

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul's a big cuddler when left alone with you; he loves, cherishes, and simply melts at any affection you offer, gobbling it up greedily like the needy octopuppy he is. And you love your octopuppy as much as you loved your relaxing music.

This boy cannot get enough of snuggling you in his lap. Calming sounds of the sea and soft hip-hop beats filled the room, a few splashes of acoustic guitar and piano jumping in as you sat in Azul's lap. The pearl haired boy held you from behind, one arm wrapped around you as he went over a few small expense reports for the Monstro Lounge. Originally, this was supposed to be a resting period for him by your insistence, but he always managed to sidetrack you. "Azul, you promised you'd be taking a break with me." You chided gently. "Just let me finish these, princess, then I'm all yours, I promise." Azul crooned, looking at you with heart melting adoration. "Alright, alright." You sighed softly, nuzzling your cheek into the dorm leader's chest, a chuckle rolling out from him as his shoulders shook slightly. You were truly enamoring to him.

The kisses you both share during these times were heavenly. A kiss was planted on your cheek gingerly, the coolness of Azul's soft lips lingering. "I'm terribly sorry, my love..." He whispered softly, his voice as hypnotic as a siren's, "I just needed to get those out of the way..." "Oh, honey, don't worry, as long as you rest for a bit now." You replied, making Azul's heart melt as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his lips quirking up into a bashful smile. "How did I ever get so lucky to have you as my lover?" The merman asked softly, his fingers tilting your chin upwards towards his face. Azul leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, warmth filling each other's hearts. If heaven was on earth, you would argue that Azul was just that, and nobody could convince you otherwise. R.I.P. Ace, you owe Deuce money now.

Azul always looks so cute when you feed him, too. You let a soft giggle leave your throat as you looked at your boyfriend's cross-eyed expression, his pale skin flushed a warm pink. "You look so cute like this, sweetie!" You chirped, Azul's nickel eyes darting back to your face as a pout formed on his lips. "Darling, are you trying to mock me?" "Never, you just look so adorable with whipped cream on your nose, you always look so surprised and you blush, how could I resist?" You giggled, starting to laugh even more when you caught sight of his now scarlet cheeks. "M-my pearl, must you do such things?" Azul whined, taking a small bite of the vanilla cupcake you offered to him. "Yes, because I love you, my sweet little octopus~!" You cooed, Azul letting out a whine as he looked away from you in embarrassment. Letting out another soft laugh, you kissed Azul's cheek. Oh, how you loved lofi and your man.

Cater Diamond

Oh my god, Caycay with lofi? Talk about a dreeeeaaaam! Cater loves being able to just drop his social media persona with you and kick back for awhile after his 3rd year duties were attended to; mixing in lofi was just an added bonus, plus free cuddles! Yes, please~!

Cater loves to just collapse next to you on his bed. (Or yours, depends where y'all land.) Cater is a simple man: all he needs is you, some tunes and a comfy mattress to be forever happy. However, despite this self proclaimed simplicity, you know your man, and you know him better than anyone in this school. So, you pamper him, of course! Make him feel so good, honey, he loves every minute of it. Normally, you two just set your phone up to a wireless speaker and a playlist of lofi songs on your phone, flopping onto the bed in the room and just basking in the soft atmosphere you both created. Soft smiles decorate your faces as your hands lay interlaced between you two, it always felt magical how you could both have moments like these; no talking, no phone screens, no social media, just you and Cater enjoying the presence and feel of one another.

Both of you are guilty of stealing kisses and giggling like school kids. Smooch! Cater just stole a kiss from you! How cute! You and the ginger 3rd year always found yourselves like this; giggling as you both stole kisses from each other, usually with you laying on top of his toned chest with you head resting on his shoulder. Smooch! Kissing fight! The war has been waged, and now you and Cater were locked in combat! He smooches your cheek, you peck his nose, and here comes Cater with the lip lock! And you are down, Cater remains the undefeated champion! And now you're both giggling again as Cater pulled away, hugging you tightly while you played with his hair. Smooches!

Did someone say spa days? Because Cater loves spa days with you! Busting out the face masks was fun, facials often being done up by you and your doting boyfriend. You two go the whole nine yards too; face scrubs, peel off masks, and cucumbers on the eyes with your hair being freshly washed and wrapped up in towels, you do it all! There's nothing quite like listening to the lullaby like music in the room while pampering yourself with the boy you love more than anyone in the world. Despite not ever doing much on days like these, you loved every moment of them, it was like a fairytale ending as you washed your pores of the charcoal peel, smiling over at your prince charming. "I love you, honeybunny~" Cater cooed, noticing your gaze and stealing a breathtaking peck from your lips. "I love you more, superstar." You replied, a dreamy smile on your lips as you stared up at your boyfriend with a look so adoring, he felt his heart stop for moment. You two both needed more days like this one.

Leona Kingscholar

Okay, let's be honest, this man does not give a shit. Leona doesn't really care about what you do, as long as you know you're his, you don't overstep boundaries, and he gets to have you all to himself here and there, he's sittin' pretty! Leona felt lucky that you tended to deliver so much more than his expectations.

This is one of the few times that he's vulnerable with you. Leona held you tightly to his chest, one of his hands wandering under your shirt to press into the soft skin of your stomach, the lion just lives for skin to skin contact. He'll never admit it though, even when he has you pressed to his chest with one arm while his free hand occupies your own and his tail is wound around your ankle. Leona is very prideful, but he still knows your keen eyes see right through his façade; underneath everything, he's afraid. He's terrified, horrified even! Vulnerability is not this man's strong suit, in fact, it's actually a major crack in his armor and you and him have had plenty of arguments over what you perceived as a lack of trust. Granted, after he snapped and yelled his explanation at you, you both made up, a deeper level of understanding being established. So, this was your compromise to help keep the relationship stable. You already knew that Leona was a cuddler, given how he often clung to you when he decided to take a nap in your presence, so you figured you two could snuggle while listening to your favorite relaxation genre. Your beast of a boyfriend did admit he liked this at one point, and so started a routine of spending the entire weekend together cuddling while lofi played in the background. You normally just let him decide the positions, and after getting confirmation that you were actually comfortable, you two settled into the groove of the music and each other's hearts.

Leona loved how you played with his hair during these times. Your careful fingers ran through Leona's chocolate locks, a hum of content leaving his throat as he nuzzled his face further into your chest. You let out a soft chuckle of amusement as you undid his braids and started making them again, more following suit. All the practice you had before was paying off, your boyfriend not once letting out any hints of protest other than a content growl, the man angling his face to look up at you with a lovesick gaze. You gazed into those emerald orbs he held and gave a soft smile. No words of affirmation were given as you gently ran your fingers over his ear, Leona sighing in satisfaction as he shut his eyes and enjoyed the soft gesture from his partner, his mate, taking that as a silent confirmation of love. Going back to running your fingers through his hair, you continued adding more braids as the soft sounds of rain and music filled his room. Leona felt like he was in heaven getting this kind of treatment, he felt like a king, your king: he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this feeling, these emotions, this love belonged to him, and him alone.

Silence is golden and kisses are silver. Leona isn't one for pretty words, and you understood that perfectly, so your cuddling sessions are often spent with your voices staying mostly in your throats, your actions speaking volumes instead. Leona's shows of affection being akin to that of a cat, scenting you with his body while holding you close, nuzzling his nose into your neck, and marking you with his teeth before licking the new wounds with his tongue. You jokingly call him your precious kitty, much to his chagrin. That last one was always a teensy bit awkward to explain to your friends. Deuce and Epel were always lookin' for a reason to beat the shit out of Leona, so you have to stop them from committing Darwinism. You often showed him your love by touch: running your fingers over his arms, back, chest, anywhere you could reach with your soft hands, sending shocks through his body and to his heart. You like to run your fingers through his hair too, making small braids and brushing featherlight touches over his sensitive ears. Leona practically melts in your arms. None of it compares to your kisses, though. When you and Leona share kisses, it's like fireworks every time as you both feel goosebumps spread across your bodies, clutching each other tighter than before. With how intense Leona is when he's kissing you, you'll be panting when he pulls away, your face flushed red and eyes hazy. And if you're not a mess after he kisses you, he'll keep doing it again, and again, and again until you are whimpering for more from him. Then, if he thinks you've been a good little herbivore, you'll get a treat. I'll leave that to your imagination though~

Malleus Draconia

This man, oh-ho, this man. Malleus is utterly enamored by everything you do together. You both could be watching paint dry and Malleus would still be there, holding your hand and telling you how much he adored you. But getting you all to himself with soothing music from your strange device while holding you close? Pinch him, he must be dreaming!

Malleus is unabashedly a cuddlebug. Malleus sighed in content as he lounged with you in Ramshackle, soft lofi blanketing the room as he held you in his lap, Ace and Deuce being gracious enough to look after Grim for the day so you and Malleus could cuddle in peace. You giggled as you felt Malleus lean down to press a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear, the dragon fae joining your soft laughter. "Child of man, do you understand just how you enchant me so?" Malleus asked, his voice like that of velvet. "Yes, you tell me everyday, love." You replied, cupping Malleus' cheek tenderly. He leaned right into your palm, resting his own hand over yours, lacing your fingers together. "Then I suppose today should be no different." Malleus replied, a smile quirking up on his lips. "Your demure continues to enchant me, you smile is more dazzling than the stars in the sky, and your eyes, I could lose myself in them for all eternity." "Oh, Malleus..." You cooed, leaning up to press a loving kiss to the eager fae's lips. Speaking of kisses...

This man would beg on his knees to feel your lips. Malleus loves the feeling of your lips, and he doesn't care where they land, he just loves the feeling of them. Your kisses feel like small gifts from heaven to him, so he's always hungry for them. Small kisses from him pepper your cheeks, nose, eyelids, anywhere the dragon could reach, he pressed a loving kiss to your skin, laughter erupting from you. "Mal, stop, that tickles!" You squeal, Malleus only chuckling even more as he drank up your sweet sounds. "But, my beloved, I adore the feeling of you against me, and the sweet melody of your laughter." Malleus crooned softly, cupping your cheeks in his gloved palms before stealing a kiss from your lips. "You are spoiled rotten!" You laughed when the fae pulled away, the prince now pouting. "Well, must you blame me for wanting all your affections, my darling?" "Not at all, my sweet." You said, planting a kiss on Malleus' lips, a happy hum escaping the two of you.

Malleus has always held your trust in such high regard. This was his heaven on earth: you resting in his arms with your soft breaths mixing with the soft music that filled the air around the two of you, your sleeping face enamoring on every level imaginable. His heart began to beat faster as he gazed at you, his grasp on your tired form featherlight and filled with love. He always treasured the trust you held in him, despite his more draconic urges. You were ever so sweet to trust him as such, handing your life over to him as if it were candy; it made his heart roar with victory a his beloved adored him as such. He hoped one day to make you his queen.

Idia Shroud

Idia's a hot mess. A very hot, very cute, very nerdy, mess. He needs time before thinking of doing something like handholding, let alone snuggling up to you while listening to lofi. Though, when he finally experiences relaxing with you while such chill music plays, he's asking why he didn't do this sooner.

These days happen very frequently, Idia thirsts for them like water. Have you ever seen a gamer beg on their hands and knees for reasons outside of pleading for the gaming gods to bless them with the luck and skills to defeat a Bloodborne boss? No? Well, now you have! Idia craves this atmosphere of chill, and over all craves your time too, so since you're both introverts, this arrangement works out perfectly! And in case you're wondering, this is how Idia expresses the honeymoon phase of a relationship. This anxious wreck of a boy has never been in a relationship, and he's very finicky about his personal space and will be terrified of physical touch, but as previously stated, once he gets a taste, he will be insatiable. Is it yandere of him, wanting to have you to himself? Yeah, kinda, but he doesn't mean to! Your presence is just so soothing, and coupled with the relaxing music and the ability that you two share of being able to do your thing and still bond in the comfortable silence, it was like a drug for the poor boy! You're the only one outside of Ortho that Idia allows into his room. He even cleans up for you!

Did someone say lap cuddles? Because Idia loves those too! Laying his head on your lap gives this flame haired boy so much comfort, and you don't have to worry about any burns! His hair feels like a nice, warm blanket in all honestly, so it always feels nice when he lays on your lap while he plays his tablet gacha games. You personally love to run your fingers through Idia's hair, a soft hum on your lips as you started to braid his long, fiery locks, the tips of his hair turning a soft pink. "You're so pretty, Idia." You say softly. "W-what?! B-But you're the SSR character, here!"

Ever wanted to have a story based game night? Here you are, dove~ Snuggling into Idia's lap with a blanket around toy two, everything felt so warm and wonderful as Idia botted up that one story game you told him about, lofi fluttering in the background. Idia was never for story based games, he was more into skill games and such, but for you, he'd give this a go. Especially since he adores being able to just touch and hold you, accepting that you actually wanted him to hold you so lovingly, like those couples in that slice of life anime you both loved. As you excitedly played and voiced the lines, Idia looked down at you with a shy smile on his blue lips. He felt as if you were his dove in that moment. He hoped you never flew away...

#idia shroud x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #cater diamond x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst fluff

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the-burd-lord · 10 days

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Finally am confident enough to post my redesign of Charlie. Buckle up cause it’s a lot!

Kept her simple since I think her original design is kinda alright, but went with the doll aesthetic more.

Made her design simple enough for it to stand out in most any environment within Hell. Should probably have made a colored version for her, but I'm keeping the white and pink from her original design, but making her outfit yellow to compliment the reds of Hell and the blues of Heaven.

Here’s the newest design although I'm still fiddling around with different variations for the marks on her face, shown later in this post. Might lean towards stop motion look with how the mouths of the characters are always a separate segment from the face.

Eventually she goes from bellhop to more of a concierge roll as she gains more confidence in running the hotel, and eventually becomes the defacto ruler of Purgatory.

More on that later.

Also lil Lucifer resign too. Might make a whole post about him, but the basics are that I decided to go more “biblically accurate” angel for him.

He made Charlie's body, with Lilith drawing up the design for what she would look like. Overtime Charlie got to choose what she wanted to look like. She has accrued many bodies over her thousands of years of living.

Their relationship is close as although they don't see each other in person as often, Charlie always makes time to have at least one phone call a week with her dad. Especially with his worsening depression.

He doesn't fully believe in the hotel idea, but he’s willing to support his daughter anyway he can. Although he is hesitant when she requests to have an audience with Heaven as he knows how fickle they can be.

Especially when her first meeting with an angel is spent talking about rock bands.

I also changed up what Charlie is as not only is she a doll, but she is also the manifestation of “free will.” Spawned from Lilith and Lucifer’s union being an action that goes against "god's plan."

Although she barely remembers it, her actions caused Adam and Eve to eat the apple. She partially made the hotel out of guilt for condemning humanity, feeling as though she has to make it up to the sinners she condemned.

This makes her super hesitant to push the patrons to get help as although she knows that it'll help them in the long run it must fully be by their own free will to want to change. This hesitance also leads her to not fully interfere in their afterlives either, even when she knows a push is all they'll need.

She is able to literally be anyone or anything, and she is scared of this fact. Kinda getting decision paralysis. Also being that she is a being made out of pure energy this essentially means she's a bomb.

This is the result of what happens to her once her form is broken.

These are the old designs, went with a more streamlined look later.

Heavily inspired by the final form of the Princess from Slay the Princess. A game I highly recommend!

When in her "chimera form" she accidentally kills Adam, leading her to take him on as a guest at her hotel. It also leads her to convince Heaven and Hell to use Mount Purgatorio for her new liminal hotel. Kinda using Adam as a bargaining chip to show heaven that if angels can fall, then that doesn't mean sinners can't climb up the mountain to Heaven.

Overtime, with more horror influences I kept adding into her character and design I accidentally just made her into a creepy doll with some analog influences.

(It's almost like my subconscious is trying to tell me something 🤔)

Vaggie and her scary gf.

Decided to go for a more psychological route for Charlie’s abilities and personality. On the surface appearing normal, but still standing out in most environments because of her simplicity. That there's just something about her that doesn't quite fit anywhere.

Her character finally clicked for me after watching Paranoia Agent. She's not really based off any characters from the show, but some of the themes and imagery are baked into her character.

Along with the banger opening.

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Eventually she builds her hotel in purgatory, and essentially becomes its ruler. Much to the chagrin of Heaven, who still only sees her as a demon. Even though she was technically born in the heavens.

Even though Charlie uses Adam as a bargaining chip they don't really care that he fell. But they don't want to be proven wrong either, so they reluctantly agree to the idea.

Also lil bonus of Charlie and Vaggie in nightwear. Gotta make another post for Vaggie, but I’m still working some things out with her story and character.

I apologize if so much of this post made no sense. I didn't realize how much I had written for Charlie. Although makes sense as she is supposed to be the main character.

I am happy to answer questions if y'all want more clarification.

#Youtube #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin redesign #hazbin rewrite #character redesign #character rewrite #vaggie #horror #horror art #sketch #digital sketch #sketch dump #sketches

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thetwilightroadtonightfall · 3 months

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I need to know what the hell is up with Ephy’s family and their societies so bad, it’s killing me

I’m gonna ramble on a whim because I need copium [SPOILERS BELOW]

A main family and a branch family implies that Eph had at least 2 children, who of course went on to have their own children, and so on and so forth. Which of his descendants created their own societies? His kids? His grandkids? Further down the line? All of them? And why?

The quote “societies that sprawl and branch like veins”, these screenshots, and Remus’ dialogue in the beta confirm that there are several societies: The major ones (we don’t know how many, my guess is 7), presumably a bunch of sub-societies under those major ones, and possibly some more that exist outside of the major ones. The npc dialogue above even implies that there are levels of prestige (and pay), maybe even an established hierarchy present amongst the societies.

From what’s been shown in the beta, the societies have been fully integrated into Scala’s culture, with normal citizens (non-Keyblade wielders most likely) being aware of them, and relying on their prowess to basically run the town. Remus says that the societies are run by Operation Masters, who may or may not all be Eph’s descendants. But for simplicity’s sake, I assume they are.

Like.…geez, this is a lot to take in already, isn’t it? Would Ephemera have even wanted this? For his descendants to all have a set path in running this world as a dynasty. It makes me wonder if it was his idea, or an idea that was formed somewhere down the line

There are a lot of big questions to be asked here. I’ve mostly just been parsing through the stuff we know so far, but something I can give a lil guessy on with the limited info we have are the names of the other societies

Since the society we join is called the Baroque society, and I’m assuming that it’s one of the major societies I’m thinking maybe the other major societies are also named after other periods/movements in art history, like Gothic, Rococo…if that’s the case, it’s possible that there might be some kind of correlation between what each movement represents, the heads of the societies (Eph’s descendants), and the members/characters that are in those societies (like Remus and whoever else we meet later). I wouldn’t put it past the kh team to come up with something clever like that

It’s incredibly hard to make any real claims without too much concrete information…..I need to know more. LET ME IN! LET ME IINNNNN!!!

#khml #khml spoilers #kh speculation #this is very messy and I’m kinda just throwing spaghetti at the wall but #they are cooking fucking SOMETHING in this kitchen #[shakes missing link] give me the family drama!! I know it’s there!! I can smell it from a mile away!!#years of watching once upon a time prepared me for whatever insanity they can throw at me with this family tree #<- delusional #my posts #my theories #timeless familia

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adobe-outdesign · 10 months

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if you haven’t yet, could you review the dragonite line?

I'll be upfront, I've always really liked this line, with Dragonair being one of my top ten favorite Pokemon. I think part of it is just the simplicity; there's just the right amount of real-world elements and fantasy elements, without too much detail to over-clutter things.

Dratini, for example, is just a small sea serpent, and there's not even a clear theme at this stage. However, details like the fins on its head and the white nose make it stand out enough so it's not overly generic. It also does a good job of looking enough like its evo while still being distinct due to most of the main elements being different (head fins, bump instead of horn, white nose, rounded underbelly, lighter color, etc.).

Speaking of its evo, Dragonair is just straight-up beautiful. The long slender body is really elegant, and the minimalist details give it just the right amount of flavor without being overbearing. It's one of the only Pokemon in my top 10 favs that earns that spot solely through visuals alone.

The new orbs on its body are perfectly placed, and their addition makes the theme of this line clear—it's an imugi, a Korean lesser dragon that only becomes a true dragon when a jewel falls from the sky every 1000 years. In addition to the theming, these orbs are also distinctive and serve to convey the vibe of a semi-mythical animal.

In addition to this, the body has some white countershading that starts and ends at the orbs, which breaks up the main body just enough. This white is then accented by the white of its horn and the two wings on its head; another unexpected element, and another very pretty one at that. As far as I'm concerned, nothing about this design could be improved.

I know some people really dislike Dragonite, but I'm going to defend it to a degree. Yes, it is much more generic than Dragonair, having lost some of its more distinctive features, and I do think that's a shame (losing the orbs makes sense because that's how imugi work, but why replace the fluffy wings with utterly generic dragon ones?). And yes, the change between it and its pre-evos is a little jarring.

HOWEVER, people tend to act like its completely detached from the rest of the line, which is just plain wrong. It still has:

The same rounded head shape

A horn

Two things on either side of the horn

A lighter-color underbelly

A smooth, curved body shape

Even thematically, the change from a serpent to a dragon ties into the imugi thing, with Dragonair obtaining the orbs and then becoming a true dragon. It's definatley not the best evolution out there in terms of memorability (it's a fairly generic dragon at this stage) or coherency, but it still makes sense as an evo.

If I were to make any tweaks to Dragonite, it would simply be to change the colors. I don't know why it suddenly becomes orange, and the change is jarring when a clear pattern was established with both of the pre-evos being blue. The line looks 200% better just by keeping the colors consistent, and you could always make the orange its shiny:

I also would've kept the wings on the back but kept the feathered look of Dragonair's; its much more interesting and would've further helped with consistency. Everything else, however, I think is fine. Not as good as its pre-evos, but certainly not awful by any means.

Side note: there's a lot of talk about this line getting something in the future. In all honestly, I don't think it needs it; it's still an iconic and well-loved line with decent stats. That said, Dragonite is one of the only psuedo-legendaries that doesn't have a new form, so I guess it would be fair enough to give it something. A regional could work, maybe something that brings Dragonite in-line with Dratini and Dragonair a bit more. I could also see a split evo being a thing.

Anyway, overall: Dratini and Dragonair are the perfect blend of mystical and normal attributes, and are quite beautiful all around. Dragonite is also good, but more generic and suffering a bit from some strange color choices. As a whole, however, this line is pretty fantastic.

#dratini #dragonair #dragonite #pokemon #pokemon reviews #outdesign attempts to edit

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dialsforshutup · 1 year

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"Please Don't Leave Me alone"

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N

Angst angst annngsstttt, not proofread, english isn’t my first language!

taglist: @thearkhamknightsqueen @thegoddamnfeels @larissaweemsrealwife @madammedusasplace @miaivy

Requested by anon!

It had been a few weeks since Wednesday had approached you with the idea of assisting her with her ongoing investigation regarding the string of murders that have plagued Jericho for a while now. A few weeks since you have been tiptoeing by your fellow co-workers to keep your assistance under-wraps, Principal Weems especially. She was adamant at stopping Wednesday’s investigations once and for all, and would surely cost you your job and respect she had towards you if she found out that you were helping her- all staff members were expected to make sure she wasn’t investigating it after all. Not to mention your personal close ‘friendship’ with the principal would be tarnished. But for some odd reason, when the melancholy girl approached your desk after you had just finished teaching one of your classes and explained to you the dire-ness of the situation, you believed her. What would she be gaining from lying about this after all? It’s true, the Addams’s were known for their signature dark flair on things, but she looked serious enough.

You’ve been helping her collect evidence and find conclusive data for her case, while also making sure she doesn’t get into any danger. But you didn’t consider yourself getting into danger, let alone life threatening danger. The idea of it went over your head as you were in the depths of the forest at night, crouching behind a log with Wednesday to your left. You were looking at some sort of twisted hideout, covered in vines and leaves- to the uninformed it would seem abandoned. But the data that Wednesday and yourself had collected over the course of weeks pointed this exact hideout to be that of the Monster’s resting place. Everything was going smoothly, until it didn’t anymore.

“I hear rustlin-“ Wednesday began. That was right as the rustling turned into quick movements, ones that sounded like running, and they were only getting closer. Panic rushed through your very being, you went into a state of fight or flight.

“Run.” You said to the girl besides you, who was frozen in place.

“Wha-“

“RUN!!”

Wednesday didn’t question you any further and did as you said, it would cause serious problems if Wednesday was hurt by the monster- or worse. Enough students had gotten hurt, it was your responsibility as part of the Nevermore staff to always protect them. And so you did, bravely enough, and stared into the eyes of the monster as it approached…. Only it wasn’t a monster?? It was, Ms Thornhill?

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That’s all you remember after looking down and seeing Ms Thornhill’s signature red boots. After that, you just blanked. Thornhill had realized that you recognized her, and surely, she wouldn’t let her plans that she’d been working on for most of her life go down the drain at the hands of you.

All you remember after that was darkness. Not knowing that you were in fact, knocked out. Thankfully, after you hadn’t returned for the school for hours Wednesday went to Principal Weems and confessed every thing. True, she was upset and mad at first that you had been assisting Wednesday with her dangerous escapades and dead-end filled labyrinth of a case. But then she calmed herself down once she had heard of for status quo. She hadn’t even felt herself jump out of her desk and change her expression from a mad one to a concerned one in what seemed to be a matter of seconds. Surely, the normal Principal-Teacher relationship wouldn’t endure such raw, desperate emotions form someone? Especially with that simplicity. In less than a moment’s efforts she had sent a group of staff, guided by Wednesday, to locate and return you to the Nevermore Infirmary.

It’s true, she expected a few bumps and scratches here and there based on what Wednesday had described to her earlier. But nothing would have prepared her for your unconscious state you were lying in when she walked into that secluded Infirmary wing. You looked so calm, laying on the bed with an IV drip in one arm. It was so quiet it hurt, with the quiet drips of the saline solution and the hymn of the A/C being the only condolence in this sickeningly quiet room. She felt the heartstrings, which had been pulled whenever she’d catch a sight of you in the hallways- scrambling to be somewhere- snap in that very moment. Her breathing only got faster and faster, directly in parallel with her ever so beating heart. The thought of loosing you, loosing your smile that shined a room whenever you’d walk into it. The thought of loosing the scent of your flowery perfumed that engulfed all her senses whenever you’d be near. Of your outfits that were so selectively picked to fit your physique just right. And your enthusiasm that uplifted those around you. Larissa Weems was in love, and she had no idea that she was.

What would she do? Without all of you. She had emotionally connected herself to you, and to say that she was a mess in the current moment, your unconscious state laying infront of her, was nothing less of an overstatement. The nurses said that they didn’t know when you’d wake. Didn’t know?!?? Didn’t know. Maybe you would wake in a few days, months, or years. Years….

Years could go by without your presence by her side, she'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in her heart from the moment she'd graduated from Nevermore herself to the moment you walked into those doors; insisting she hires you for a job. She thought it amusing at first, your confidence in yourself at that moment. But she'd seen the way you uplift others and the way that nobody was there to uplift you. Your friendship with her not only served as a benefit to Weems, who didn't really have that many good friends in the first place but also a benefit to you; Now you had somebody who cared about it- albeit the fact that the both of you spent hours of sleepless nights trying to eradicate the mere thought of each other from your mind. Your friendship had begun to blossom into something more beautiful, something more real and vulnerable. But life was a cruel and fickle thing. Larissa was going to ask you the very next day, ask you about becoming hers and only hers- so why did life play this cruel trick on her? Take you from her hold just as she was going to grasp you, ensure that you were hers and she was yours.

And here she found herself, sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed you were placed upon, minutes began to turn into hours as she sat there staring at the open window in the corner. But she'd wait, regardless if it was days, months, years, or mere hours. She would way for when you awake, and tell you everything she'd been feeling for the time she'd known you. She was too close to losing you, too close for her liking. She would never allow for this to happen again, and if there was a chance you wouldn't wake? She wouldn't know what to do.

"Please don't leave me alone"

#gwendoline christie #wednesday #wednesday netflix #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #x reader #fanfic #request #im so tired #finals week #help #fem x fem #sapphic #drabble

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failing-to-write-again · 1 year

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Imagine Confusing the Sakamakis using Optical Illusions

"Vampires are basically an evolved predator species, so their eyesight is pretty different to ours. Turns out that if you put a big geometric shape right up close in their field of vision, it confuses the shit out of their brains and, you know, makes them panic" -Trevor Belmont.

So what Trevor speaks to there is motion dazzle, a theory as to why zebra have vertical stripes. Basically vertical stripes tend to confuse predator brains more than horizontal ones due to how our eyes work. And think to what crossed used to look like when Christianity was fancy:

[photo above of potential iron age stone cross, note the intricate geometrical knot design]

[Above is an example image of vertical stripes like a zebra being hard to look at for long periods of time]

Vertical and geometric patterns which could confuse predator eyes as they do not know where to focus for a few minutes. It's not a repellent more a delay of sorts. See how even human eyes can start to make weird splotches of ovals or shapes when looking at the vertical stripes?

So from what I know of the Sakamakis they were born around the time wooden crosses were more common for poorer folk, crosses which would have less of an effect. So they probably haven't actually interacted with a cross like that which could confuse em. So imagine a sacrificial bride showing the boys optical illusions and them realising maybe some of the vampire myths hold some weight. You are already starting to get Shu and Reiji to warm up to you. For simplicity’s sake below is the motion dazzle optical illusion you’ll use.

Shu

Slowly two blue eyes peak out at you when you plop down in the hallway across from one very sleepy blonde. “I wanna make a deal.” You sat in front of the sprawled out boy holding some paper, waiting for any indication it was safe to keep talking or to leave him to his music.

After a short stretch of silence you receive an eyebrow raise, leading you to push onward. “Can you look at a picture for me and tell me what’s in it? Same return as always you can suck my blood and I won’t struggle.“ A harmless task as always for a simple favor, a comfortable habit formed not long after your arrival. Shu was hardly complaining, you were certainly less dense than some of the other women sent by the church and knew not to ask too much from him. Slowly removing an earbud and shifting to not be as slouched against the wall behind him, Shu nodded finally giving full attention to the girl across from him.

Flipping up the card revealing the image, immediately you saw his eyes begin to dart about and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. You begin to smile realising you were right.

“Remember when I said how I was interested in why myths about vampires existed? You though it was all just nonsense but thanks to my biology essay we now know where the cross thing comes from.” Slowly lowering down the card and allowing his brain to calm down you explain.

“Your eyes are more like a predator than mine so optical illusions that match camouflage patterns like zebra, it scrambles your brain for a few minutes because your eyes don’t know where to focus.“ You looked awfully proud of yourself in Shu’s eyes. He almost had to admire the fact you had figured something out he had not yet experienced. You had not yet given up on trying to find small human joys or entertainment, it was almost cute,

You didn’t get much of a response though, already getting pulled into his lap allowing him to even the playing field with his fangs...

Reiji

Three gentle knocks sounded followed by the squeaking of hinges as Reiji opened the door. “You are on time,“ a simple statement neither praising nor scolding, but the best you could hope for from the bespectacled man. Tea times had once been a cause for much more fear than now, cups laced with potions being given to you once a week when you first came to the manor. However, after a failed potion allowed you to drink and converse normally with Reiji he had since lessened the drugging to a minimum. You weren’t daft enough to question his change of heart.

Sinking into the large armchair closer to the window you politely waited for Reiji to introduce that day’s tea. “I decided to go for a simple pomegranate tea after you mentioned not having an expansive fruit palate, if we are to continue these meetings your knowledge on beverages should be improved.” You thank him for his thought behind his choice as always, allowing the backhanded complement to pass by you.

From there conversation begins as to Reiji’s recent workings and the going on of the household until coming to your current reading.

“Well, as I mentioned before I want to look into the differences between humans and vampires and why so many myths you’ve said to be false have been made. I have actually made some progress on both in the library recently,“ you begin.

“Do go on, I am more than content to correct or verify any claims made in the library.“ Reiji sets down his teacup and crosses his legs, he looked both intrigued and unimpressed at the idea of you knowing details as to how he works.

“To put it simply, motion dazzle. The myth of the cross helping preventing vampire attack began back when Catholics made very ornate crosses for their churches, these would cause motion dazzle which could be confused with being God’s will. A simple cross won’t do much but I believe your predator based eyesight would potentially be distracted by these designs.“

“I highly doubt something that simple could confuse a being such as myself, I would remember to not shape your knowledge to fit our bias.”

“Well may I ask you to see if I am right at all?“ Pulling out a piece of paper and passing it face down to Reiji you simply wait for a response. Slowly taking the paper and turning it over, Reiji immediately gets a reminder as to why he stopped drugging you. You were not dull, you were sharp and would not believe something without proof and the way a headache was beginning to form between his eyes and his inability to focus fully on the image was certainly disproving his statement. A hand coming in to block the image allowed Reiji to snap out of his thoughts. You weren’t smug however, much to your benefit, not saying anything as you moved to sit back down. At least that was what you attempted before you were moved faster than you could process to be sitting in Reiji’s chair as you hands were pinned to you sides.

“You’re lucky you at least asked before pulling such a stunt. However, I cannot excuse you trying to act above your station. You are a human, you are easily toyed with and you obviously need to be reminded of this.“ Leaning forward and burying his fangs in your neck, you knew better than to argue back while his ego was bruised like this.

Yet it didn’t elude Reiji how he had not bitten as hard as he could, and his knee hitting the floor as he drank leaving him in a position he would rather be caught dead in. Kneeling...

Well I cannot write anymore tonight. If this is interesting enough to anyone to want more of the boys I can certainly try to write more. I just thought this was a neat headcannon lol.

#shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #reiji sakamaki x reader #shu sakamaki x reader #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers imagine #diabolik lover headcannon #probably ooc sorry

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Decided to rewatch NATLA to properly form my own takes that’s been running through my mind: (I’ll have both things that I like and dislike.) Part 1

SPOILERS!

I like it like a friend from a hundred years ago:

First and foremost, NATLA predominantly consists of Asian American Pacific Islanders. Good for them for creating a version that is more in their lens and creativity.

The Bendiiing. All of the elements, except for Earth, are 10/10. I really want it to be more solid, especially on AangvsBumi. It’s not that bad though, so much better than…well u know. I’ll give it an 8/10.

I rewatched it with a Filipino dub and it’s good, 9/10. Aang VO was convincing as a kid, so either they’re a great actor or a great kid actor. The jokes (Sokka’s sarcasm) hits better on my mother tongue

"You're my friend. You will always be my friend.”

Avatar state under the ocean

The costume. The only one that I do agree with everyone else that lacks is Zuko’s scar. They should’ve put prosthetics on the eyebrow.

Zuko’s hair? Hello? They did a great job. Even though my sister and I sing Ariana Grande song whenever we see them swaying. It’s an integral part of his story, and I loved that they keep it. There’s an East Asian culture that indicates that kind of haircut as a punishment. I remember my History teacher taught me this in eighth grade but I forgot which it was, my bad. And the actor’s such a champ for having that hair IRL.

My favorite actor performances: Gordon (Aang) superb acting. Liz (Azula). Utkarsh (Bumi). Justin Wong (Chong/SecretTunnelguy) sounds exactly like the character. Made up for my delusional expectation that Dee Bradley Baker would be in this. Ken Leung (Zhao) pisses me off so much, and that means he’s doing a great job. Dallas (Zuko) & Iroh (Paul). DDK's(Ozai) a natural idk if that's acting /j

Was it established in the OG that Katara's intro is a folklore/legend? Because yeah, I don’t mind that it is considered that way in this version.

AAAAA, the Lieutenant Jee younger casting makes so much sense now! The 41st division is chef kiss. Zuko cryiiiing when he was being banished!? Dallas Lui ate!

THE HYBRID ANIMALS LOOOK SO GOOD. The ostrich horse blended well with whoever rides them. It doesn’t look CGI to me. MOMO HIS MOMONESS, MOMO OF THE MOMO DYNASTY

Any Zuko fight choreography (MY FAVORITE CHOREO DALLAS LOOKS FIIIRE). And Aang’s too (Oh hey).

Aang the Hype Man

The fallen Fire Nation ship behind Zukka fighting. (It’s in my notes idk why but I guess background details are a win)

Aang and Iroh's interactions

NATLA Zuko (I don’t think there’s much of a difference though with the OG lol, and it’s probably because the NATLA directors/producers like Zuko)

Camera direction

The Found Family Hug™, what Netflix can do well.

End scene of Episode 1, is very cinematic. I can’t believe TV shows have come this far. I hope employees are paid well.

The End Theme remains the saaame, and is added with cinematic effects as well.

The folly/sound effect at the start of Episode 2. Why is this the only episode with that flair?

Creating a grave for Gyatso.

How Ozai’s forced unity/being totalitarian is represented. Reminds me so much of our own government, it amuses me. I know it’s not directly referencing that though. It’s good that they show it early on I guess. With the Fire Nation culty greeting as well.

On a lighter note: THE AIR SPHERE/BALL whatevah, yes! More of this goofiness. How about instead of being inspired by GOT, NATLA should be inspired by Stranger Things in terms of fantasy + childhood simplicity balanced by this trauma they're going through. (Well, ST lacks worldbuilding cause it’s just normal Earth but anyway)

Kyoshi Takeoveeer. I hope Roku gets more screen time someday though. Pls pls pls.

They incorporated the OG character theme songs! Of course! The ones I noticed right away are the FireNation Siblings’. So if you watched OG Avatar and you watched the scene where a mysterious girl joins the infiltration of the FN Royal Palace, you’ll know who she is.

Sorry not sorry, Daddy Dae Kim is daddying. (Although he did catch me off guard in Zuko’s Agni Kai lmao.) The plot.

The Aang VS Zuko fight! A reference to the Fortune Teller fight. The team did so well.

Zuko The Master of Disguise Major In Stealing Clothes. Full-time Avatar researcher.

A fourth wall foreshadows Bumi’s OOC for this version. Jet’s "he’s not like he used to be" in line. I mean they did warn us.

Another 4th wall is the line “Things shouldn’t be here” referring to the prototype Fire Nation balloon.

Nice animation with the retelling of Two Lovers legend.

Lu Ten Funeral scene ate. That single teaaaar. I recommend everyone who loves the animation to watch this scene. To feel something idk AHAHAHAH.

The actors were convincing when interacting with CGI animals. Specifically the badger moles.

ZUKO AND IROH SCENES!

CGI’s great did not waste any money

In Katara’s flashback. She experienced this in her present form. And when she was so scared to go to the place where her mom was killed, she immediately changed back to her young self. Like, I wanted that so bad when I was watching the flashback. I thought, this shouldn’t be the present-day Katara. There should be a moment when she switches back to young again. And they did.

Big Iroh moment that makes you cry as an adult when Gyatso was reassuring Aang that the genoc*de wasn’t his fault, and shouldn’t blame himself. Ahh, and the subtle sadness as they say goodbye.

Random eye drawing from Zuko. He’s an artist AHAHAHAH. Okay, I forgot which episode. Sincerely, unreliable narrator.

Showing Zuko's scar when Aang says "Do you even know that lives are at stake".

Basically every scene/plot they 1 by 1 copy from the show. Did not disappoint (well, maybe because OG showrunners were there). Blue Spirit, Siege of the North.

Zuko’s room. I love me some character bedrooms. He’s like a TV Sitcom character for that.

Gaang teamwork scenes! It works and it's dynamic.

Hahn as an honorable man? Yes. I don’t like love triangles so much. I like me some camaraderie. And Ian (Sokka) acted well for feeling included and seen as Hahn recognized his value as warrior/intel.

Zutara fight scene.

Two points that I don’t know if I like but it makes me realize some stuff:

Meek Katara. I know there are specific plot points that Feisty Katara is needed. But she was always nurturing, so I think it makes sense she’s…meek? That Jet scene explains it. Maybe because I relate to her being a log AHAHAHAH. But yeah, uh, I do not, ironically, have strong feelings against that water down.

Angry Bumi. IDK how to feel about him tbh. I always think Bumi is…harsh like that. Almost scary. But yeah, he never blames Aang. Still, it doesn’t feel out of place here. He will return anyway so he’s not this one-dimensional character that is only angry at his friend (hopefully). I never thought of how Bumi would actually feel. And that he will be upset, and now it’s sad because that’s like your friend when you were twelve years old and you wonder where he’s been all this time, and if he’s alive. And..war..never made it any better to process that emotion. So, we got two versions, one that is cautious and then eventually welcomes him, and another who's completely angry and blames a literal kid that he does not know the pain (from the war). Too real, and I personally don’t mind.

#natla #natla spoilers #natla review #atla live action #gordon cormier #dallas liu #ken leung #elizabeth yu #natla zuko #natla positivity

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I just discovered this blog and I have a few questions... What exactly is a whump? Why are there cookies? Why does beans means Heinz? Thank you in advance x

Anookie

Yikes..

Three questions three answers...

What is whump...

Whump is a term often used in fanfiction and fandom communities to describe a genre or style of storytelling that focuses on the physical or emotional suffering of a character.

It involves subjecting the character to various forms of pain, injury, or trauma for dramatic or emotional effect.

The term "whump" is derived from the sound effect used in some media to depict the impact of a punch or blow it in the term of Stargate where the term came from when Daniel Jackson was Whumped!

Whump fiction often explores themes of hurt/comfort, vulnerability, and resilience.

Next..

Why cookies I suppose you mean with the whump.....

Oh, you just opened a can of worms here...

Cookies and whump go well together for a few reasons:

1. Comfort and indulgence: Cookies are often associated with comfort food, warmth, and indulgence. Whump, on the other hand, typically involves a character undergoing physical or emotional hardship and sometimes even trauma. The sweet and comforting nature of cookies helps provide a contrast to the often intense and emotional nature of whump.

2. Symbolic nourishment: In many stories, whump involves characters being hurt, injured, or put through difficult situations. Cookies can symbolize nourishment and care, which can be a way for characters or readers to provide comfort and support to the whumped character.

3. Sense of normalcy: Whump stories often disrupt the normal lives of characters, bringing pain and suffering. In contrast, cookies represent something familiar and ordinary. Including cookies in a whump story can help create a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos, reminding readers that there are still moments of simplicity and comfort, even in difficult circumstances.

4. Emotional connection: Sharing cookies is like comfort, it's like a bonding experience between characters. In whump stories, where characters often face isolation and hardship, the act of sharing cookies/comfort can be a way to connect emotionally and show care for one another.

Overall, the combination of cookies and whump can create a satisfying contrast between comfort and hardship, normalcy and chaos, and can help enhance the emotional impact of the story.

Ah, the Heinz question...dare I say it I've been waiting for this....only took eight years (since joining Tumblr) for someone to ask 🤣

....go ask Maurice Drake in 1967 sitting in a pub he quoted "I had my layout pad with me and, fiddling with it, came up with ‘Beanz Meanz Heinz’,” Drake says. Not only did he invent the great line, but “I also came up with the jingle ‘A million housewives every day, open a can of beans and say Beanz Meanz Heinz’.” so yeah it's a jingle that captures your attention...though the haricot beans that make baked beans haven't been made in the UK (we can't grow them) but there is a trial of genetically modifies beans (cross-breeding) to create a bean that can grow in the UK 🤔...

Ain't I full of useless information?!

Hope this answers the questions 🤣

Whumpookies

#ask #beans #whump #cookies #whys #questions #answer

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monstersdownthepath · 8 months

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Monster Spotlight: Bloodbrush

CR 2

Neutral Small Plant

Numeria, Land of Fallen Stars, pg. 47

When at rest, Bloodbrush look like normal, everyday tumbleweeds. Even when in motion, it takes a keen eye to see anything particularly weird about their coloration... but when that rolling weed suddenly stops, changes direction, and starts bounding towards you against the wind, you may begin to realize it's not normal. Bloodbrush are one of many mindless carnivorous plants on Golarion's surface, though it's at least it's not a towering, insatiable flesh-eater with roots like spider legs and crushing teeth!

Like other Plants without those features, though, you may immediately be able to tell which typical Plant weapon it does have. Plant monsters tend to work like that; if you can't immediately identify an orifice through which they plan to ingest you, there's probably either A) spores, B) poison, or C) invasive roots/branches. In the case of the Bloodbrush, it's B and sort of C! Their tactics in battle are simple as one can expect from a CR 2 creature with no feats or Intelligence: they initiate with their Powerful Charge, dealing 2d4+3 damage once they hit and latching on with Grab (which they can use vs Medium targets).

Being punctured by the brambles Barbs takes 1d4 piercing and 1 bleed damage, and there's a startlingly long list of ways to prick yourself on their 6-inch thorns: hitting them with a non-reach melee attack, making any form of Combat Maneuver against them (whether or not the attempt succeeds), attempting to use Escape Artist to weasel out of their grapple (whether or not the attempt succeeds), and starting your turn grappled (of course). It's ~only~ 1d4 damage and 1 bleed, but with SO many ways to suffer it and given how there's no way to avoid the Barbs without using a reach weapon, that's a lot of incidental damage over the course of the fight. And this is while the little bastard brush is bashing you over and over for 1d3+3 damage and trying to Grab on!

Bashing them back won't quite work; they have DR 5 that's only bypassed by slashing damage, which I assume is because piercing and bludgeoning weapons basically don't do well against their cage-like bodies. You know what DOES work, and works well? Fire. They're Vulnerable to Fire and terribly Flammable besides, bursting into flames upon taking even a single point of Fire damage and taking 1d6 Fire damage each round they continue to burn (unless they succeed a DC 15 Reflex save, which they only have a +1 to). Be careful, though, because while burning them away works quick and works well, it also works against YOU, as it adds 1d6 Fire damage to their slam and their Barbs, vastly accelerating the rate they deal damage to people trying to attack them back.

Ah, I forgot about the poison despite going out of my way to point it out; any creature that takes damage from the Barbs is exposed to it automatically, and it requires a DC 14 Fortitude save to resist. Otherwise, it afflicts the victim with a potent numbing agent that causes delightful hallucinations to dance across their vision for up to 4 rounds. That's just the first dose, though! With every single exposure to the Barbs, that's +2 to the DC and +2 rounds of duration. An unlucky victim might be pricked twice a round--once being grappled, and once for failing to escape it, forcing them to make a DC 16 Fortitude save once a round for 6 rounds and losing their turn every time they fail... which means they can't fight back as the brush chews them apart, soaks in their blood, and plants its seeds in their corpse.

It's a simple monster! But in that simplicity lays incredible danger. Thanks to its powerful initiation and a poison that's practically a paralytic, a single Bloodbrush can almost assuredly take a single creature out of the fight as soon as it hits them with Powerful Charge. Multiple brush attacking multiple party members at once could easily spell doom for the whole group! But luckily they lack the tactical acumen for such a potent assault. Do you know who doesn't? The people the Bloodbrush's article talk about who weaponize them, growing them on the corpses of their enemies and keeping them in wicker baskets that are opened in battle to unleash them. How to spice up any fight: Add in flesh-eating, hallucinogenic tumbleweeds! They even tend to attack their handlers, for added chaos!

You can read more about them here.

#monster spotlight #CR 1 to 5 #Pathfinder #dungeons and dragons

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I'm seeing posts about amatonormativity but they don't seem to be made by people that have sat with every angle of the subject (fair) so here's my two cents with an angle I've yet to see. Forgive my lack of simplicity and language mistake. Can't afford to write better for now.

It, the nuclear family, the idealisation of a singular monogamous partner and marriage are largely modern concepts, at least in the form they now take anyway. And the whole point of the thing is boosting capitalism and keeping community fairly divided. If we're sectioned off in groups that mostly focus on and care about only people that live in our house with us, where does that leave the collective?

Helping anyone outside is a drag, it's too difficult, it's too much. Engaging anyone outside is a drag, it's too difficult, it's too much.

Why is it so inconvenient?

There is a loneliness epidemic.

On valentine's day, there are a lot of reasons people become severely upset.

You could ask yourself if you're aro, of course, but don't reduce that just to a label—it's a journey, and plenty of aro people spend a long time thinking they want a partner when they really wanted a best friend, or someone who focuses on them before anyonelse without all the excess bullshit, but not all aromantics want that either. We can argue about semantics and where we draw lines in the sand for eternity but ultimately it's individual, it's about what you want and how you want it and how you view that.

If the label helps you find your community then it might be for you. I know I used to be, but I didn't fit in there quite right. I became an identity anarchist instead—I found labeling myself so vaguely confuses people more than it helps. But that's my opinion about me and my parameters.

I digress.

Especially if you seethe with jealousy when you see couples that at least seem to click just right, that show it off but ask yourself if what you need most is an actual support system.

And an actual support system can include a partner, of course, but it should not be compromised of Only or Mostly a partner. But don't mistake this for me saying not having more than that is an individual issue; quite the opposite.

Imagine, a community of people that you can properly interact with and rely on.

Do you have someone or a group even for every side of you? Do you have places you can go to engage with different aspects of yourself and society in a pleasant and meaningful way? Are they accessible? By which I mean, can you actually make it there, and as often as you need to? Can you stretch out parts of yourself too complicated/unrelatable for one group to understand by engaging with another? Whenever you need advice, can you think of a person you can reliably ask, which varies by the subject you need help with?

Do you have someone you can cry to without having to pay a therapist? Do you have anyone who'll be your rubber ducky in a pinch, that you can rely on to have faith in you to grow and not antagonise you for what you said or did once forever?

They don't have to be able to offer advice beyond normal capabilities. Crying to your friends and accepting their advice (which is admittedly usually mediocre BUT still gives something abundantly helpful—a different perspective you don't have to pay money for but friendship instead) is an old social behaviour of humans. Bitching to friends so they can comfort you and/or help you see where you went wrong so you can be more reasonable with the people they're upset with is much the same.

But more and more I saw the attitude of saying "seek therapy, friends aren't for that" rise. And worst, it escalated to "strangers aren't for that", which tells me with the lack of anyone to depressurize with people just started spilling uncontrollably more. And what are they met with? It being called trauma dumping, being pushed farther in to isolation.

I'm not saying every friend needs to "allow" or "put up with" that. That's why it's a COMMUNITY. If the thought of a friend venting to you drives you up the wall—good news! Other people LOVE being that friend, so you don't need to be them, or get personally heated like that. Maybe you're just not That Type of friend. I don't know, I'm not you.

But in a community you can depend on the fact that there will be someone who enjoys everything if only you could mingle enough to explore it and individuals enough to find that out.

In community we challenge ourselves of course! It's full of compromise. But ideally we accentuate our strengths instead of focusing on forcing ourselves through our weaknesses pointlessly. We can lean on eachother for help. It's give and it's take and we pay with favours and trust and joy and quality time and more so that we can keep the support going without burning out; we give.

Humans did not EVOLVE to function alone. Like it or not, we simply can't. The closest we can do is blind ourself to how much the hands of others play a part in our life and wonder why things aren't going so smoothly when we avoid them or they retract, and we're more alone than perhaps we ever even intended.

How do we go back from here?

Who does it benefit if the only question you ask is "why don't I have a partner?" and perhaps "why don't I feel like I can handle one even if I want one"

And the latter is a reflection of this; they'll say you shouldn't put Everything on your partner, but fail to discuss why that's a reoccurring issue in the first place!

Who does it benefit if you're not asking "Where is my community, and how do I help build it?" instead.

Because I don't think it's you!

We all deserve to be well adjusted. And amatonormativity is never going to lead to a society made of mostly well-adjusted people. Almost all of us in places where we've been robbed of community are severely under-socialised, and that ranges to places with apparent community which is largely compromised of vapid attitudes that allow people to have friends at such an arms length that we still feel alone.

We deserve better than that.

#might delete this in a little bit I don't like attention lol #amatonormativity

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Txt react to when they do something normal but you find extremely cute

Warnings: None. Just cuteness, once more.

✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『 SOOBIN 』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

You and Soobin had decided to spend the day together, just enjoying each other's company. As you lay in bed, half-awake, you heard a gentle rustling sound. Turning over, you saw Soobin, dressed in his softest pajamas, quietly tiptoeing around the room.

Curious, you watched as he carefully arranged a tray with breakfast essentials – a plate of toast, a bowl of fresh fruit, and two steaming mugs of coffee. He had even picked a small bouquet of flowers from the garden and placed it in a delicate vase.

"What are you up to?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Soobin turned around, a sheepish grin on his face. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast in bed. Just something simple."

You couldn't help but find the sight incredibly endearing. Here was Soobin, the talented and charismatic idol, taking the time to prepare a cozy breakfast for the two of you. It wasn't an extravagant gesture, but the thoughtfulness behind it made your heart swell with affection.

As he brought the tray over to the bed and set it down, you pulled him into a sweet, lingering kiss. "This is the cutest thing ever," you whispered against his lips.

Soobin blushed, a bashful smile playing on his face. "I just wanted to make our Sunday special."

You spent the morning in bed, enjoying the simple yet delightful breakfast Soobin had prepared. The laughter and easy conversation flowed between you, creating a warmth that went beyond the physical comfort of the cozy blankets.

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『 YEOJUN 』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

The previous week had been hectic for both of you, so a quiet weekend at home was exactly what you needed. As you lounged around in comfy clothes, Yeonjun suggested tackling some household chores, starting with laundry.

Yeonjun, looking effortlessly stylish in a simple white t-shirt and faded jeans, gathered up the laundry basket and headed towards the laundry room. You decided to join him, thinking it would be a good way to spend time together while still being productive.

As you entered the laundry room, you found Yeonjun carefully sorting the clothes with a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked up and flashed you a warm smile, "Hey, babe. Thought we could get this out of the way and have the rest of the day to ourselves."

You couldn't help but admire how he managed to make even the mundane task of laundry seem like a romantic gesture. As he bent down to pick up a stray sock, you noticed the playful glint in his eyes. It was as if he found joy in the simplicity of domestic life with you.

While Yeonjun loaded the washing machine, you observed how he meticulously measured the detergent, ensuring each load was perfectly balanced. The concentration on his face was endearing, and you couldn't resist capturing a candid photo of him in action.

"Gotcha!" you teased, snapping the picture.

Yeonjun looked up, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "What? Laundry can be an art form too, you know!"

You laughed, finding his playful defensiveness utterly adorable. The two of you continued with the laundry, sharing light banter and stolen glances as you folded clothes together. Yeonjun even entertained you with a spontaneous dance move, turning a mundane task into a mini dance party in the living room.

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『 BEOMGYU 』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you both enjoyed the comfort of each other's company. Beomgyu, clad in his favorite oversized hoodie and sweatpants, padded into the kitchen to make breakfast.

As you lounged on the couch, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly charming he looked even in the most casual attire. Beomgyu had a way of making even the simplest actions appear endearing, and today was no exception.

He started humming a sweet melody while preparing pancakes, the rhythmic sounds of pans and utensils creating a cozy background symphony. The scent of breakfast filled the air, and you couldn't wait to indulge in the delicious meal he was whipping up.

As Beomgyu concentrated on flipping the pancakes, you observed the way his hair fell into his eyes, the gentle furrow of his brows in concentration, and the cute pout that formed on his lips when one pancake didn't cooperate. It was a scene so normal, yet so utterly adorable.

Unable to resist, you grabbed your phone and discreetly snapped a photo of him in his element, capturing the candid charm that only seemed to intensify when he was completely unaware. A soft smile played on your lips as you marveled at the sight of him making breakfast with such genuine enthusiasm.

When he finally turned around to plate the pancakes, he noticed the mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "What's that smile for?" he asked, a playful grin appearing on his face.

You showed him the photo, and his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Why are you taking pictures of me making pancakes?"

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, "Because you make even the simplest things look incredibly cute, Beomgyu. It's impossible to resist capturing these moments."

He chuckled back, giving you a gentle peck on the forehead. "Well, as long as you find my pancake-flipping skills cute, I'll gladly make breakfast for you every day."

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『 TAEHYUN 』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

It was a typical Friday evening, and you and Taehyun had decided to spend a quiet night at home. As you entered the living room, you found him engrossed in a book, sitting on the couch with his favorite blanket draped over his legs.

What made this ordinary scene exceptionally cute was the fact that he had pulled the blanket up to his chin, creating a cozy cocoon for himself. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the lines of concentration on his face as he turned the pages, completely absorbed in the story.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, finding the whole setup endearing. Silently, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and peering over to see what had captured his attention.

"Hey, what are you reading?" you asked, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck.

Taehyun looked up, his eyes lighting up with a gentle warmth as he marked his page with a finger. "Just a novel I picked up today. It's really interesting."

As you settled down beside him, he adjusted the blanket to make room for you. The two of you continued reading in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging glances and sharing small smiles. The way he absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind his ear or the subtle way his lips moved while reading aloud certain passages made your heart flutter.

Eventually, as the evening progressed, you couldn't resist capturing the adorable scene on your phone. The soft click of the camera made Taehyun look up, and you caught his bashful smile as he realized what you were doing.

"What's that for?" he asked, his cheeks tinted with a hint of pink.

"Just capturing the cutest moment of my day," you replied, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. "You, wrapped up in your reading nook, are absolutely adorable."

Taehyun chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I didn't realize reading could be cute."

"Well, when you do it, everything becomes cute," you teased, snuggling closer.

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『 HUENINGKAI 』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

It was a lazy Saturday morning, and you found yourself cozily wrapped up in a blanket, scrolling through your phone in the living room. Hueningkai, your boyfriend, emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in hand. He had just poured himself a generous serving of his favorite breakfast, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

"What's so cute?" he asked, noticing your amused expression.

You chuckled, setting your phone aside. "Nothing, just you being you."

Hueningkai raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "What did I do?"

"Absolutely nothing," you teased, but your eyes gave away your genuine affection. "It's just... the way you eat cereal is adorable."

He tilted his head in confusion. "Eating cereal is cute?"

You nodded, gesturing to the way he held the bowl close to his face, almost as if he was cradling it. "It's like you're protecting it from the world. And the way you focus on each spoonful, like it's the most important thing in the world. It's endearing."

He laughed, looking down at his cereal with newfound awareness. "I never thought eating cereal could be cute, but I'll take it as a compliment."

As the day unfolded, you couldn't help but notice more of Hueningkai's unintentional cuteness. When he concentrated on a video game, his tongue poked out from the corner of his mouth, and his expressions were priceless. Even the way he tied his shoelaces seemed to have a touch of charm.

Later in the afternoon, you both decided to go for a walk in the park. While strolling hand in hand, Hueningkai spotted a stray puppy and immediately knelt down to pet it. His eyes lit up, and a soft smile graced his face as he showered the little furball with affection.

"That's it," you whispered to yourself. "You're officially the cutest person alive."

Hueningkai looked up, catching your admiring gaze. "What did I do now?"

"It's not just one thing; it's everything," you admitted, squeezing his hand. "Your everyday actions, the way you exist in the world, it's all incredibly cute. And I love it."

He blushed, a shy grin spreading across his face. "Well, if being myself makes you happy, then I'll keep doing it."

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