#i havent had a good nights sleep in ages

[the-winter-spider]

Good Guy | S.H

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None? Angst?

A/N: Yall i havent posted in ages, im still very much active reading everyone elses writings buuut im deciding to go thru and post everything i have in my docs, maybe finally fix my master list 💀🤭 we’ll see! Enjoy

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You were sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over as you turned to look over your shoulder at him snoring peacefully while you were holding your breath trying to savour this moment before the reality of what happened last night crushed you.

You knew what it was, it was ‘the world is most likely ending and the girl ive been in love with since high school still doesn’t love me back’ sex. Because there was no logical way Steve had feelings for you of any sort that would make him want to tear your clothes off and litter your bruised and scarred body with such tender kisses, whispering the sweetest of words in your ear, then proceed to hold you in his arms while he falls asleep.

There was no way in any world upside right or down that it was anything more than that.

You sighed, finally pushing yourself off the bed, tip-toeing around his room to gather the pieces of your clothing, ushering as quickly and quietly to his bathroom as you could. You wanted to avoid the mirror so bad, you were disgusted with yourself, not for sleeping with him, no but for letting your self think for a mere second that it was anything but sex to him. In all honesty it was probably just an itch he wanted to scratch, you were probably just a flavour of ice cream he was lingering on for a while something no one else in their right mind would pick but once you’ve tried all the other flavours you were the only one left.

Pathetic. That's all you were, you slipped off his boxers letting your tears hit the ground with them. The cotton fabric catches your salty waters as they hit the tile.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” you whispered to yourself pulling on own clothes, before sliding out of his room and house.

The morning spring air hit you refreshingly as you closed your eyes, stopping to gather your thoughts for a brief moment, steadying yourself and the whirlwind of emotions going through your head.

You knew you had to hurry home and change to be ready to meet at the Wheeler's house for 9:00am sharp to discuss your next moves with Vecna, and arriving with Steve while you were still in yesterday’s clothes would raise suspicion, questions and leave you open for friendly banter and teasing but more importantly you didnt wanna still be at Steve’s house when he woke up, you couldn't handle seeing the pure regret in his eyes, the shame that would be radiating off of him, surely that would be your tipping point.

You looked at your watch, 9:00AM “Shit” you mumbled, downing the rest of your coffee like it was a shot at a party, you quickly tied the laces on your converse before running across the street to the Wheelers.

You let out a huff of hair, running your hand through your hair before knocking, the door whipped open revealing Robin “Oh! I'm so glad to see you” She grabbed your arm, yanking you inside, “We've been here all but maybe 10 minutes and everyone is already arguing” She threw her hands up “Can you believe that? it's too early for this!” You reached the door to the basement as Robin loudly started troting down “Y/n is finally here!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs giving a small wave and smile looking everywhere but the brown haired boy in the corner whose eyes you could feel piercing into you “Hi” your voice quiet before manurving your way to the side, far away from Steve.

You were sitting legs crossed on the wheelers couch, you could hear a buzzing surrounding you, squeezing your eyes shut, rubbing your temples you weren’t sure if at this point if it was the headache you’ve been nursing for a few days, the lack of sleep, or all the tears you cried this morning in Steve’s bathroom. All the voices of your friends overlapping one another mushing into a single sound.

tick, tick, tick, tick

“So we now know Max is one of Vecna’s targets, we just have to.…” Nancy spoke her voice trailing off as you tuned it out. Their chatter immersed into one inconvenient noise to you, the pounding in your head overpowering the conversation no one cared that you weren't taking part in. Even though you have always been more of a listener, never giving suggestions because someone always had a better one. You were just here to do as you were told and make sure no one else got hurt because they all had families, parents, people who loved them, you didn’t. And if one of your dumb ideas led to the possibility of one of them getting hurt or worse ending up dead, you would never be able to forgive yourself, so you stayed out of it.

You found picking at your pant leg was a better distraction, wasting all the energy you had on making the hole in your pants bigger than it already was, revealing a scar on your knee that you obtained last year running from russians, when for a brief moment the buzzing stopped and your sense zeroed in on the trickling cool wetness you felt on your upper lip and your eyes growing wide as you watched a single droplet of blood land on your jeans.

You moved your hand to catch the rest of the droplets when you looked up your eyes met Max’s, her eyebrows raised in shock before they softened as she watched a tear run down your cheek “Guys” she spoke, her voice could barely be heard over Steve arguing with Nancy that he didn’t want to be a babysitter anymore “GUYS!” she screamed even louder as all eyes turned to her

Steve and Nancy both turned their heads to her yelling “What?!”

Max lifted up her hand, directing her finger to point directly at you, suddenly one by one all pairs of eyes turned to you

“Holy shit” Dustin muttered “Holy shit!” He got louder as he pieced it together.

“No” Steve froze “No, no, no” He was panicking suddenly the room felt heavy, the air was leaving his lungs as he watched blood dripping from your nose.

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Idk if u do requests but can u do a rly good slash angst where maybe he says smth hiiigh n they get into argument and then make up sex

I DO REQUESTS DW BOOKIE

ILL TRY MY BEST I HAVENT DONE ANGST IN AGES

This is absolute dookie i apologize you can shoot me in the face with a bazooka if you wish

Masterlist

Love Lies

Pairing: Slash x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v and angst , argument, fighting, crying and mention of addiction

Second Person POV:

It had been weeks since you and Slash actually had a normal conversation or even done couple things. Since the realise of the album and the money racked in, he spent the money on drugs on booze and to town everyday, coming back home late and completely out of it. You were home alone most of the time, your quality time was gone. Any time together was gone.

It was 1 am. Again. You lied in bed, rubbing your fingers together. Nervousness. You tried to give him another chance and wait for him to return. You had enough of this waiting and stressing. You turned off the bedside light and turned on your side holding the covers with irritation.

3 am rolls around, you were in a sleeping, and anxious state. But it was finally getting to you being so tired that you could drift to sleep. As you drifted Slash had came in, drunk. Falling onto the bed, groaning and mumbling. You didn’t realise he was there until the bed creaked and he slumped an arm over your waist and tried pulling you closer. You groaned in annoyance and pushed his arm off you, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He was confused, that drunken confusion turned into drunken anger. “Hey!” He shouted with a groggy groan. He tried to out his arms around you again but you pushed him off again with a-lot more irritation. “What the fuck is the problem?” He yelled. You quickly turned on the light next to your bed side and sat up to look at him. “Are you serious?” You asked with disgust. “The problem is you coming home every night at 3 am. Saul I don’t even see you during the day! At all!” You told him. Calling him Saul drove a stake through his heart and sobered him up real fast, you’d never call him that, and now he could see you were dead serious and angry. “But-…” “But fucking what? Hm? You need to be drinking so much? You need to be around all those girls 24/7? What happened to ‘your girl’?” You shut him up. He always called you his girl and showed you off to everyone he knew. But now it was like you were invisible and forgotten. “I’m… Sorry.” He sputtered. You just rolled your eyes and groaned a ‘mhm’. You got out of the bed, “I’m going to sleep on the couch. Night.” You said as you walked to the door. Slash speed and scrambled off the bed.

“No baby please…” He said as he grabbed you arm pulling you to stay. You tried to get your arm away from his grasp but he just didn’t let go. “Please.” He begged. Your eyes went from his hand that held you to his eyes. Sparkling with tears that were forming, his face laced with worry. “ I don’t want to hear it.” You said. But you wanted to, you wanted him to say sorry and everything go back to normal. But how would you know if it will turn back. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” He pleaded. Tears now falling down his cheeks. God you couldn’t do this when he cried. Fuck it broke you. You stopped struggling under his grasped and gave him a sincere look. You went to hug him and he hugged you back holding you tight. Crying into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed. You were about to cry as-well, but still so much rage was filled in you. “I don’t want too either.” You told him. Thoughts were still spinning in your head as to if he’ll change. But you gave him that chance. “I love you honey.” You kissed his cheek getting out of the hug. You then told him how you still needed to cool down and that he needed to start doing something about his drinking and partying problems. You were going to walk out if the bedroom again, but Slash fell to his knees and began. “Baby please, I need you with me now.” He said, his eyes still watery.

“I’ll make it up to you, right now.” He said as he pleaded. You looked at him quizzically. “I’ll help you…” He began to speak again. His hands now on your legs trailing your thighs. “Cool down.” He finished and he began kissing your bare inner thighs and then your clothed area. You whined, you missed the feeling of him pleasing you. This was definitely making up for it. He looked up at you, his fingers moving away the fabric of your short pyjama pants, and feeling your already wet cunt. “Oh god fuck.” You moaned as he slowly entered your pussy with his two thick fingers. Stretching you out as he watched your head fling back with lust. He began to pump in and out of you. Curling his fingers and pressing against your sweet spot, making your stomach turn and legs buckled. He smirked as he watched you moan his name. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine, and pushed you onto the bed. Spreading your legs and pulling your pants down with one swift move. Then putting your legs over his shoulders and planting his face onto your pussy. Kissing and licking your pussy. “Fuck-… Slash…” you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. Slash sucked on your clit as he put his fingers back into you. Finger fucking you whilst your wet coated his fingers and dripped down his big hand. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue flicked your clit, making you writhe under him as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. “Oh fuck!” Your head flew back onto the bed as you came all over his fingers and moaned curses. He pulled out his dripping fingers and licked them, getting every last drop of you in his mouth. You sighed as he now crawled on top of you, kissing your passionately. Tasting yourself as his tongue found his way into your mouth. His hips grinding against yours, feeling his big hard on against your bare cunt. “Slash… please…” you begged against his mouth. Now it was your turn to plead for him. “What is it baby?” He asked as his kiss went to attack you neck. “Fuck me.” You said. You hadn’t had his dick in you in ages and your body was begging for him. “Anything you say doll.” He told you. Taking off his clothes and tossing it to the floor before positioning himself at your aching pussy. His dick was bigger than you had remembered, you whimpered at the sight of it. He slowly penetrating you and stretching your pussy out even more. “Fuck, I love you…” he groaned as you clenched tightly around him. His head slumping in the crook of your neck. His hands held your legs pushing it back into you to get the right angle to pound into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He pulled out swiftly and pushed back into you, hips snapping and a loud slap echoed. You screamed as he perfectly hit your g spot, making you cry with pleasure. He groaned with each thrust into you, god he could cry again, just thinking that he would have lost this from his recklessness, how could he have ever gave you up. You were so perfect in his mind. You were his and he was showing the neighbours just how much you belonged to him. You moaned loudly with each deep and fast thrust. His cock twitching inside of you as he was reaching his end. “God baby, I’m gonna cum.” He sighed, you were too, he felt you clench hard around him as his thrusts got sloppy and you both came at the same time. You coating his dick with your slick and him coating your walls with his cum.

“I’m so sorry honey, I love you so much.”

“I forgive you baby.”

A/n: THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER IM SO SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER 🙁 You can yell at me all you want I apologise 🤞

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hi! could you do “You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick”, “i don’t feel well”, “i’m not grumpy” with wandanat x reader, sick nat?

Taking Care Of Her

〚 Notes - Hey, hows everybody doing? Hopefully good :) Idk why but I felt like I havent written in ages but anyways, have I edited/grammar checked this? No I absolutely have not, anyways I still hope you enjoy :D 〛

〚 Summary - Nat's been pushing herself way too hard and it seems that persistant training comes with rather harsh drawbacks. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1220 〛

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Your morning had gotten off to a fairly typical start. You and Wanda were seated at a table with some other Avengers while enjoying your breakfast. Natasha, your other girlfriend, wasn't awake yet. Though redhead was sleeping in later than usual it really wasn't all too surprising. After a minor mistake in her last mission, Natasha had been relentlessly training for almost the entire week straight - pushing herself way further than necessary. She was way overdue for a break. So, when Natasha was still aside you when you’d woken up that morning, both yourself and Wanda decided against waking her, letting her catch up on some much-needed sleep. 

And much needed rest it was, Natasha hadn’t told you yet, but she hadn’t been feeling good for the last few days now. Whether she picked something up on her mission or it was just simply a result of pushing her body too far was anybody’s guess but either way, she really wasn’t feeling great. 

But she hadn’t expected to feel this awful. Natasha stirred from her sleep a few hours later, she rolled over, yearning the familiar and comforting warmth of your body - only was met with a painfully empty bed. She groaned, the action causing her chest to tighten, forcing her to cough thickly down against her pillow in a poor attempt to muffle the awful sound. 

The overwhelming urge to stay in bed was overpowered by Natasha’s craving for comfort, ignoring her aching joints she forced herself up from the bed, taking one of Wanda’s shirts and pulling it over her shivering body. 

She shuffled from the room, a chill coursing over her exposed flesh as her bare feet padded along the compound's cool tiled floor. Natasha felt herself grimace as beads of cold sweat ran down the nape of her neck. 

You’d heard her before you saw her. The recognisable sound of Natasha’s sneeze echoed down the halls snatching both yours and Wanda’s attention. Almost in sync, the pair of you turned to see your girlfriend stumble into view.  

“Natasha?” You almost gasped seeing pale girlfriend, her skin covered in a visible sweat despite her only wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt, “Oh sweetheart...” 

"Nat, my God," Wanda exclaimed as she rushed over to the redhead's side, her cool hand coming to be pressed against her cheek as she looked for confirmation of the fever, she suspected her girlfriend had, “Natty, you’re burning up!” 

Nat only seemed to become aware of the other Avengers' presence at that point. It had taken her some time to get used to being vulnerable in front of her girlfriends. And it was almost embarrassing for her that you both had responded in such a public way, in front of everyone. Natasha recoiled slightly as she began to stammer, "No- No I’m not.” 

"Sweetie do you honestly think we believe that?" You replied as you crossed your arms, your brow furrowing as you leant down and looked into Natasha's glassy green eyes. They're ringed with dark, smudged circles—clearly the result of a sleepless night or two. 

"You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick " Wanda insisted, gently running the back of her hand across her girlfriend's hot brow.  

“Just leave it, I’m fine.” Natasha pouted as she tried to stop herself from sniffling. 

“Oooh, someone's grumpy.” Tony jeered from the table with a smirk which was soon wiped away when several unimpressed death stares were sent his way. 

“I’m not grumpy...” Nat growled, straining the back of her throat which sent her into a fit of raspy coughing, an action which was soon followed by Natasha hiding her face behind her hands as she sneezed roughly down into them, “hHih-HEhktshoo! Hhi- Heh’kshuu!” 

That seemed to drain any remaining energy from her already exhausted body. In response, Natasha's head dropped down as her gaze landed on the floor, her lips quivering as she tried not to cry in front of the other Avengers. She felt so weak in that moment, but her overflowing emotions could easily be blamed on her raging fever. They always seemed to make her weepy. 

You know exactly what to do. You're her rock in times of trouble. "Shh, it's okay." You put a hand under her chin. Her green eyes lighting up with recognition and she melts into your arms. Your arms wrap around her in a hug. It's a nice moment. A quiet moment. 

Well... quiet until Natasha’s breath hitched rapidly before she sneezed directly against your shoulder, “H’htsSHIEW!” 

Your face dropped into an expression of blatant shock, your mouth falling widely open as you continued to hold onto your girlfriend as she sniffled. Wanda had to stop herself from laughing audibly at your reaction. You wouldn’t say that you were a germophobe per say, but the thought of getting sick made your skin crawl and despite the fact your body was telling you to go and take a shallow bath in hand-sanitiser, you held onto Nat, biting back your complaints as you whispered a small ‘bless you’ down against her hair, following your words with a gentle kiss. 

The tip of Natasha's nose was pink and raw as she buried her face further into your shoulder. A shiver sent a wave over her sweat-slicked skin. A congestion-riddled mumble was all she was able to offer. 

Wanda shook her head as she took the sniffling assassin from your shoulder, pulling her into her own arms. "Sorry," Natasha mumbles, blushing deeply and sniffing. Her nose is running and red, and that only makes it worse. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she wipes at her face. A small, pitiful noise slipped from her mouth at the kindness she is shown. And as she felt Wanda’s loving arms come to support her waist, Nat let herself whisper a quiet “I don’t feel well.” against the witch's shoulder. 

“I know you don’t baby,” Wanda murmured as she ran her hand down, her other hand rubbed Natasha's back comforting, before pushing her hair out of Nat’s pale face, “I knew you’d been pushing yourself too hard recently, this is what happens when we take things too far.” 

Nat only nodded; she knew Wanda’s words were true. She had been pushing herself too far. Her eyes flicker toward the rest of the Avengers before back towards Wanda, her face still reddened with fever, "They're not... mad, are they?" 

Wanda's lips tilt, "Of course not. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Everyone's just a little worried about you, that’s all, but that can be easily fixed sweetie and I think we all know how.” 

Her head is beginning to feel fuzzy and her nose scrunches in discomfort as she coughs again. Yet despite all her discomfort and haziness, she still recognises the feeling of your strong, tender arms as they come to sweep her up into your hold and in that a moment a new feeling washes over her. Relief. And she nuzzles into your neck, seeking comfort in the closeness. 

With Nat safety held in your arms, you reached out to Wanda, taking her hand in your own as you began to carry Nat back in the direction of your room, “Come on Wands, let's go take care of her.” 

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yapping about the outsiders x amrev

Okay so first off, not replacing any characters, obviously. Im thinking the aides are their own seperate little group that just hang around one another. Not an actual gang like the shepard gang but more how the main characters run; just a group thats independent, but willing to stick up for one another. Ive decided that if i ever do something with this god forsaken AU its genuinely just gonna be mostly seperate from the main plot because none of the aides themselves would be socs and so the plot wouldnt even be relevant until the very end.(I have been thinking of making Lafayette a soc or something. Just for the fuck of it to test some limits to hamilton, laurens, and laf's friendship with the whole bob thing ehe!)

But for the sake of this AU, theyre all aged into their 20s except for Washington. Its just easier than having 60 year olds street fighting.

Right, so characters! I havent thought much on other aides BUT i have thought VERY heavily on Laurens and Hamilton, obviously. So, starting with Laurens. Hes literally the same. Hes just as impulsive as he is during his time period if not worse. Hes given more opportunities to fight and he takes every. single. one. I would say hes similar to Dally but really he isnt. He'll get in a fistfight every week or so but nothing serious enough he ends up in jail. His relationship with HL is kind if rocky, too. They moved from SC to fucking oklahoma and John is not too happy about the move, for one, and his father isnt happy that Laurens turned into a 'hood.' Mainly, he just wont sleep at his own house. He'll crash at Meade's place or maybe Hamilton's run down, abandoned little house if he has to. HL isnt abusive or anything he just doesnt like living with so many siblings while his father goes on and on about how hes a bad influence. Not helping that he has a new bruise or cut every time he vists but i digress, John is basically a 'watered down' dally.

Righttt, Hamilton! Yeah, born in NYC, mom died, got too expensive, so he moved to good ol Oklahoma without his dad. I may just say he works at DX with Soda and whatnot because while the aides arent needed for the plot, i want them to feel a lil somethin somethin when everything goes down in the book and having a relation to both Soda and Steve would at least make Hamilton feel a bit bad and maybe even convince him to fight in the rumble at the end. Laurens and him arent really officially dating either. Theyre technically exclusive, but they never really talked about it and kind of just say theyre there to keep each other in check. Neither of them really want to confront any of their emotions towards anything so they settle for hamilton lovingly scolding laurens every time he gets in a fight and sharing 'no homo' kisses. Yeah and he lives in this run down house that he doesnt pay for and he has to drop by Meade's place whenever cops come searching for anyone living in there because i need him to be a little bit pathetic.

The rest of the aides are primarily undecided, if im being honest. Meade's parents are still alive from what I know and the other aides either stay at their own house or crash at Meade's, but Laurens is usually taking up the couch on most nights as does Hamilton. Most of the other aides arent big fighters really, theyre just trying to make it through college/day to day jobs. Washington kind of watches over all of them, like an unofficial father to their lil gang. They just hang around him and he frequently scolds them all for misbehaving. Hes like darry but older i guess. (Hes like, in his late 40's in this AU.)

Oh, and kinloch is there because i said so! If anything, he gives me major soc vibes and i primarily think he is why Laurens has such a knack for starting fights with socs for no reason. They were some weird ass situationship and they had an unofficial breakup that Laurens is still extremely salty over. Francis totally went for his neck during the rumble btw and they hate each other and laurens still tries to start fights with him whenever he sees him.

Though, Lafayette is also pretty undecided. I want him to be a greaser but at the same time i think him being a soc would test the limits of him and laurens' friendship while also he and hamilton's friendship. Laurens because obviously, francis. Hamilton because he saw how the socs affected soda, steve, etc and he feels bad for them, but also Lafayette would be dead set that Johnny is a murderer because he needs to stick up for the socs to stay loyal.

Now lets talk about the rumble! I think only some of the aides would get involved, really. Hamilton would because he saw how johnny affected steve and soda, Laurens because he just wants to fight, and the two dragged along Tilghman and Harrison because theyre strong enough to do some genuine damage. The rest of them just dont want to be involved in all of that and think its easier to just not get hurt.(Meade tags along but stands off to the side just to make sure no one gets seriously injured. He has change ready for a pay phone in case he needs to call up washington.)

Now, what i think would be interesting is their reaction to Dally's death. Im saying Laurens wouldve heard his name, as would all of the greasers, really. So their entire gang would know his name, but im mainly thinking about Laurens for this one because id like to think that he kind of looked up to him in some fucked up way? Not really looked up to, but more so respected. I feel like with Ham telling him about how Soda and Steve reacted and how they act at the DX afterwards would really fuck with him too and id like to think hed drop by the curtis house or some shit to say that he thought dally was a cool guy or something.

Yeah, anyway this is all pretty rough in terms of what the fuck im yapping about i just spat out every word that came to mind.

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wanna talk about your ocs some moreee? (plsplsplsplsplsplspls)

DO I. vibrating at incredibly high frequencies rn what better place to start than once again w the yarrow siblings bc WOW. THEY DRIVE ME NUTS!! like. for example ive been thinking of bella again more recently n feel incredibly sick ovr it all, ik I briefly mentioned sm stuff abt her before BUT? shes actually this eldest sister of all time guys n let me explain:

where to even begin. she was the first of her parent's eventual "failures", while being graced w gen love n kindness at first from them they quickly grew "tired" of her n she could never understand why. one day they were indulging her whims, pinching her cheeks n letting her come everywhere w them, n the next she was tugging at her mother's skirt hem n her fathers hand asking to be picked up n they only tiredly looked at her this time n told her to "stop being fussy" n that was that. when she heard they were having another kid it felt like she was being "replaced" n her chest hurt so bad and her eyes welled up n she ended up running to her room n slamming the door n crying into her pillow bc she just wanted her parents back n knew that now she'd really never get to have them again. when her baby brother was finally born tho, her mother made her hold him n at first bella only frowned sullenly down at him bc really- this is what they were replacing her with? but something inexplicable softened inside of her against her will when he softly smacked his little fist against her chest n ended up snuggling closer to her, n she ended up walking around the house simply carrying him for a while until he fell asleep so her mom could rest. when they eventually realized there was something wrong w myer- that being his near inability to see pretty much anything- suddenly he wasnt their cute kid anymore he was something that was "too much work" bc of this, n so what do they do? they pawn him off on bella of course, n u can guess how well that goes over. not only have they replaced her but now they've turned her into myers sole caretaker pretty much bc theyre gone so much of the time (AT AGE 8 MIND YOU.) once, bella shut the door in myers face n told him to go away, only to open it hours later n see him sitting right outside fiddling w the carpet in the dark. she felt so guilty tht she started crying n hugged him close n said she was sorry over n over. like she really felt like he “took” her parents love at first, but now? it feels like he's simply in the same boat as her n she has no choice but to step up for him bc if not her then who else. tht doesnt mean she still didnt struggle w him, far from it in fact, but while she has these mixed emotions, she also knows that despite myer not being able to see her much, whenever he hears her voice its enough to bring him running from the opposite end of the house to her n that means something to her. AND I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO KEITH N LORELEI YET THE FUCK OF IT ALLLLL. when bella once AGAIN hears tht her mom is having another kid, TWINS this time she nearly loses it because she simply doesnt understand why both her n myer arent good enough n why theyve been discarded. when keith n lorelei arrive ofc its only a matter of time bf theyre all but pushed onto bella to take care of, n shes so so tired at this point but she simply steels herself n accepts bc she wont allow them to be abandoned. keith is a sullen little brat who's too angry so much of the time but she understands bc shes like that too deep down still. lorelei nearly never sleeps n her n keith cause so much trouble tgt but shes also the one to hug bellas leg n tell her she loves her no matter if they just fought or not. n bella may feel bitter but she'll still read them the books she found at the dump at night n listen to them all n let them pull on her apron n whine when shes trying to make things n like. they annoy her so much she wishes her parents never had them she doesnt know how to live without them now she'd do anything to protect her broken little family she wouldnt know what to do if she lost any of them, n all of these feelings just explode when the draft comes n her parents abandon them all n now its officially her turn to be the head of their fam. do not even get me started on bella being the one to go to the war in place of myer either bc I will not stop SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEE

[whovianshifts]

hypnagogia, hypnopompia & an involuntary break

hello! feels like i havent updated in an *age* although, given that i had previously spent an entire year neglecting this blog, a week away isnt that bad.

so, for the past week, i havent shifted *AT ALL* and for once, this wasnt anything do with motivation!! but purely against my will.

so, get this. its the night after i have that really cool focus-10 experience, and i visit my little cousin's house. she's about six and she's very cute and she wanted to sleep with me that night so i couldnt really say no and so i couldnt shift either. i didnt get much sleep on top of that and the next morning, when my alarm went off, i was still superrr sleepy. it kept on ringing and i kept on trying to wake up but my eyes were drooping involuntarily.

and thats when i remembered the hypnagogic method of shifting.

hypnagogia is basically a transient state of sleep, the moments right before you go to sleep basically. lots of people see cool shapes, and hear voices and stuff during this time because you're able to access your subconscious. the opposite of hypangogia is hypnopompia, in the moments right after you wake up, which has the same sort of effect. you could say that, given that i kept waking up and involuntarily sleeping again without noticing, i was in a mix between both, but besides. given the nature of these states, lots of people say it makes shifting super easy, so i decided to try it out.

and let me tell you, i started affirming - i am shifting - maybe once, twice at most, and suddenly i was like? diving into another bed or something, head first, and then suddenly i went through that surface and hit a chalkboard? it was just a cool experience honestly, but the fact that i was moving after like one affirmation was WILD.

so the next day, i was determined, after two days straight of cool spiritual experiences, to shift.

but the day after, i was woken awake by builders in the house (i meditate and shift in the mornings most days) so i couldnt. and because of this, that night, i couldnt sleep in my own house so i went to my aunt's and once again, i couldnt shift that morning because i had to wake up to let the builders in. the day after that, my brother was upset so he wanted to sleep in my room and then to top it off, the day after that, MY PHONE SCREEN SMASHED so i couldnt even put on my guided meditation.

so basically, ive been on an involuntary break. and its SO annoying, because i was in such a good flow and now its been disrupted ugh. a

anyway, about the hynagogia/hypnopompia thing: overall i would give it a 7/10 because, whilst it is super effective, i struggle to get into it? i have to be superrrr sleep deprived for this to work and even then, planning ahead and forcing it is sort of counterintuitive as it keeps my mind awake and lowkey stressed too anyway. but when it happens naturally, i think it works well, especially if you get better control over it!

hopefully i'll have some more interesting updates soon but besides,

happy shifting everyone!

-tish

[celestialomnipotence]

Hi, I was wonder if I can make a request for a oneshot or hc idea on security breach.

I was an idea of reader being an animatronic kind of like mangle on how they were a pull apart and put back together toy for young children, with their attraction being near the daycare.

Name ideas could be like "{reader}'s Friends and Play!", or {reader}'s dress up station". Something with a play on words with dressing up or play.

Because they are like one of those take apart and put back together toys were you could swap certain parts of the toy like hair, clothes, accessories, etc. And kids would come to the readers play area of have fun changing the design of the reader. It's being marked twords younger kid key it being by the Daycare.

But we all know kid could be a little to forceful or rough with reader, leading them to break and having to go to part and serves/maintenance almost everyday to get fixed. But since it cost money and time to fix reader, the Pizzaplex just desided it would be better to just discontinue reader and close off there area under the pretense of repairs.

But reader area never opened back up. And like the Glamrock + the Daycare Attendant just gradually forgot about reader. Than one day one of them just stumbled apon readers area and it just like closed off, with the inside being really dusty with tarp covering everything. Everything but reader who's slouched in a corner, broken looking like mangle with different part of her body making up her body in placed they shouldn't be.

It just feel like it would be hella angsty and a good oneshot for some angst and burn.

Get back to me as soon as you can, thank you for reading this^^

Pull apart-Put together Animatronic Reader pt 1

>Oneshot<

Kyo- Took me a long time to get to this but im finally doing this one! This will be multiple parts since im editing a post and cant draft it

So some details about Reader and a small synopsis

Reader is NB (I do not write for women, i apologize)! Just to make things simple and inclusive. As for readers appearance, they’re actually an advanced endoskeleton that can have part placed on to turn into many kids of animals with a few references to other animatronics! Not only that, but hair, accessories and clothes can be picked out!

Sadly the kids started cracking and destroying the parts and workers, not wishing to deal with these issues anymore, closed off the area and lied to everyone else… Until someone found reader.

Pick Apart my Heart

Late at night once again, Moon was out of the daycare again. He had the tendency to be out and explore but tonight was a bit different. There was an abandoned section near the daycare that appeared to be wiped from his database.

It seemed like an odd assumption but they once forgot to wipe him and Suns memory once before about a boarded off section. Surely it was the same this time.

Moon didnt need to destroy anything to sneak in as he crawled through some cracks in the boarded up door.

The room its self was big and… Similar to the daycare except covered in a thick layer of dust. Similar to Roxys make-up station, there were rows of dusty and tattered clothes, animatronic parts, hairs, accessories and…

Moon then noticed you, curled up in the corner. An odd sight, either you were shut off or havent moved in ages. A thick layer of dust covered your endoskeleton. Moon slowly approach but the click of his parts gave away his movements. Thats when he noticed the lights turn on in your eyes. Your… mismatched colored eyes?

…

Of course you hadnt been shut off but, you had personally shut of your optic circuits to fake a sleeping like state. Although since your heard noises, you turned them back on.

Looking up, you noticed… Moon. Hope bubbled up inside you before you spoke up. “Oh, its you, I never expected any of you guys to come in here.”

Moon looked… confused, as confused as he could look, before speaking himself. “How do you know us?”

It then seemed to hit you. Either their memories of you were wiped or blocked. One way or another you had to figure out if Moon and Suns are blocked. Surely theirs arent as their circuitry are more complicated than the other.

“I was an old put together animatronic here. Y/Ns Put-Together Play-Together. I dont have any of my parts on though, im too broken to do that anymore.” You caught yourself mumbling the last part as.. Your blob of parts shifted into what could only be assumed as you… In a state between sitting and standing.

Your neck was broken along with a leg where your arm should be and an arm where your leg should be. Although the leg you had in the correct spot was twisted backwards…. Along with a black cat tail similar to how Montys bends lodged where the tails attach.

Moon seemed to examine it all before finally responding to you. “Y/N… You sound and seem familiar. How are you functional?”

“My circuits and wires were built to bend and put in places kids couldnt take apart… My neck was broken by a teenager though, a dare by their peers and the reason I was put away.”

Moon seemed to think or.. Maybe even process what you said as you… Crawled towards him.

“We were friends before Moon. Surely you would be able to remember me? I was friends with… Well everyone here!- Theres no way all of you dont remember-“

You felt panic sink in now… What if everyone elses memory was wiped and everything you had was lost??

Moon then spoke again. “Look I dont remember you. Were closed tomorrow and I cleared a path so… Talk to someone else. Maybe Sun when the lights are on.”

It then hit you… Moon was always slightly harsh and straight forward… Maybe you could trick him into the daycare and force the lights on… Or maybe find someone else…

Moon seemed to back off to where he entered from. “Im going to head back to what I was doing, your exits here.”

As he left, you began debating your choices.

Trick Moon to turn into Sun and regain their memories or…

Find someone else. Either Monty or Music man are your next best chances.

Kyo- Make your choice for part two! Theres a week on the poll and I have each path planned. What do you think is best? Or do you just wanna see your favorite? (Yes! I will get to everyone else too just bear with me)

[multi-everything7]

“I can’t pretend like everythings fine anymore.”

Lmao its the middle  of the night and i just sat down and spat out this fic of pure angst haha. and no, i havent edited it or anything, i literally just finished this. 

But yeah here you go!

Summary: Jedi has a meltdown

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She couldn’t sleep, as usual, so, as usual, she went down to the training room. She was punching at a bag as the thoughts from earlier started popping up in her head. Her mind went elsewhere while her body kept punching away. 

She had realized the situation she was in for the first time today. She’d been called ‘commander’ one time too many and she’d actually processed what that meant. She had been uneasy the whole rest of the day and had flinched as a clone called her ‘commander’. It’s not normal. It shouldn’t be as normal and casual as it is. 

She was 17, and she had seen more death and violence than most people in the whole galaxy. She was 13 when she first got the title of Commander. She was a child, she still is a child. Children should not be leaders in wars. It’s not normal. It shouldn’t be normal. 

Most kids her age was worrying about good grades, love, and what to do with their future. She was worrying about whether or not she would live through the next mission. And the worst part is, she would be forgotten.

If she died on the next mission, her master would just move on. She most likely wouldn’t be mourned. She would just be another victim of this war. She was only important alive, the second she was dead they’d all just forget her and she’d just be one of many names. It made her feel so insignificant. It made her feel so unimportant. 

Her master, Kit Fisto, was always the first one to be sent to a water planet if there were signs of trouble, but seeing as she couldn’t swim well, and had a fear of deep water, she was mostly watched by other masters while her master was away. She was being sent off to other masters and when they had other things to tend to they sent her to the next one. She felt neglected. Like trash that no one wanted being sent from door to door. 

Something sliding down her cheek snapped her out of her trance. She had stopped punching at some point. Lifting a hand, she touched her cheek. It was wet. She was crying. No. She was full-on sobbing. She sank down to her knees on the floor and put her face in her hands as sobs wracked through her body. This was all wrong. 

She was sent to the jedi when she was a child, but not for this. She wasn’t supposed to become a soldier. She wasn’t supposed to fight in wars that so many died in. She’s just a child. She needs a home, that isn’t a vessel that takes her from front to front. She needs a parent that hugs her and tells her everything is going to be okay and that she’s safe. She needs touch. She really, really needs a warm, comforting hug, but she knows that’ll never happen, because the jedi are so terrified of attachments that they wouldn’t ever do anything like that because of the possibility of forming an attachment. She just wanted to feel cared about.

She took a deep breath. And then she screamed. She screamed. All her bottled up feelings were being released after years of being suppressed. She fell onto all fours and then she formed her hand into a fist and hit the floor. She hit and she hit as she screamed out in frustration. And then the rage faded and she was sobbing again. 

Why couldn’t she just have lived a normal life? Why her? Why did she have to be the one to live like this? She didn’t want death. She didn’t want to see it. She didn’t want to be near it. But she has, she’s been way too close. She couldn’t remember how many people had died in her arms. Mostly clones, but also fellow padawans. Padawans younger than her. Padawans that should have lived a long life, if they hadn’t been a part of the jedi order, if they hadn’t been thrown into a war, onto the front lines. 

She hadn’t heard him enter. The only thing she could hear was her loud sobs and her thoughts. She sensed him as he got close and saw him in the corner of her eye as he sat down beside her. She could feel his hand on her back. She wanted to, but she couldn’t stop crying. It had been bottled up for too long, for too many years. She just needed to let it all out. He probably wouldn't look at her the same afterwards, she felt like jedi weren’t supposed to show emotions, and here she was sobbing so hard she was almost gasping for breath. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there and rubbed her back. 

It took a while, but she eventually didn’t have anymore tears to cry. She calmed down and sat back up onto her knees. Her face was stiff with dried tears and her nose was running. It was probably not a pretty sight. She was a mess. 

She looked at him. He didn’t know what to say. Of course he didn’t. 

She looked away. “I’m tired of pretending like everything is fine. Of pretending like I’m fine. Like I’m not just a child. Like this is normal.” She sniffled again as her eyes blurred. “I’m just so tired of this war. I just want to be a normal kid, doing normal things, but instead I grew up on the front lines as a Commander. It shouldn’t be so dismissed that I’m just a child in a war, leading men and possibly myself to our deaths. Just- why? How? How did this become so normal?”

He understood. She knew that. He didn’t have an answer, so he looked away. 

“I’m tired of pretending like I’m fine. I’m just so tired, and I am certainly not okay.” she said. “The jedi order is not the place for me. I wish to leave. I need to.”

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

honestly I don't wanna read all 70 questions cause I have to get ready for work soooooooo

fuck it, all of them. 1-70

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

I suppose so. I don’t think I’m really close because that’s just how I work but we’re all good with each other

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my guinea pig I think

03: Do you regret anything?

bruh that’s a shit question I regret everything I’ve ever done that’s how life works

04: Are you insecure?

hahahahahahahaaha yeah

05: What is your relationship status?

….its complicated

06: How do you want to die?

hopefully in my sleep of old age if I make it that far

07: What did you last eat?

uhhh two laugenbrötchen a few hours ago

08: Played any sports?

used to yeah, PE, fencing, horseback riding, swimming etc

09: Do you bite your nails?

no and I do not like it when other people do

10: When was your last physical fight?

does shoving my head against berry’s shoulder like an angry ram count

11: Do you like someone?

Obviously

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

nope and don’t plan to; I don’t do full nighters

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

so many people you have no idea

14: Do you miss someone?

also so many people. I have a lot of feelings about people.

15: Have any pets?

yeag the dog two cats three guinea pigs

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

bored :( tired, it’s 23:31 as I’m typing this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

nah I haven’t kissed anyone romantically yet 😔

18: Are you scared of spiders?

yeah but like a reasonable amount

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

the void

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

reading, maybe going outside, I have a very exciting life

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

not really but like, if I’m financially emotionally socially stable enough at some point in like 10+ years I wouldn’t be absolutely opposed to it? Like I wouldn’t just say no. …under the condition that I am NOT the pregnant one fuck no

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

none, I could’ve gotten ear piercings but never did

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

idk like arts? Officially, arts religion and physics

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

yeag many people HOW AM I LIKE A THIRD THROUGH

26: What are you craving right now?

any meat. I’m literally craving meat 24/7 it’s so bad (I haven’t eaten meat since December)

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I mean probably? Not on purpose and/or that I know of?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

yeah :( accidentally, I was making a joke but she didn’t pick up on it and it was like the straw that broke the camel‘s back I think

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Everything man, I’m answering this rn

31: Does somebody love you?

….yeah?

32: What is your favourite color?

red and blue :3

33: Do you have trust issues?

I don’t think so? I don’t trust a lot of people tho

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

hm. Good question? I have a lot of dreams. Probably mutuals or friends or my pigs

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

depends on the person, some I have never given a second chance some should’ve been out of my life ages ago but I’m weak

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive, aka just ignore and hope it doesn’t happen again

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

nah. Arguably, it’s probably one of the best so far; everything kinda went downhill since May, but I can’t really rate years

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

havent 😔

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

as a babe prolly

51: Favourite food?

I don’t really have one but I like chocolate cake and Bratwurst and Klöße :3

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

nah it’s the universe shit just happens

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

idk, brush my teeth?

55: Are you mean?

I can be but not seriously. My teacher once said I can make comebacks too well.

57: Do you believe in true love?

not necessarily in the fairytale form but yeah there’s something like that

58: Favourite weather?

extremely rainy and thundering and shit

59: Do you like the snow?

yeah but we don’t really get any

60: Do you wanna get married?

legally yes but not at a church that’s too much stuff to deal with

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

no, not a fan.

62: What makes you happy?

These are TOO UNPRECISE

63: Would you change your name?

tbh probably not? Like I hate my name but idk what to do about it like it’s still my name

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

yeag cos I don’t remember

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

….that would be a problem bc I’m a lesbian (we could stay friends obv but like. That’s it)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

hmmm you

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

like how do you define talked to. I talked to the boy at tutoring I guess? In passing?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

how do you define deep. I had a chat with berry and rice on Monday?

69: Do you believe in soulmates? Sorta, I think for the vast majority of people there’s someone right for them out there

[ruvviks]

ok i always get a little stressed out trying to figure out what emojis to send for ocs that ppl havent sent already so please feel free to pick 5 emojis you haven't done yet that you wanna do for nathan with this ask!!! :^) <3

nathan asks!

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

nathan can play the violin! he was taught back at the jdc he had to stay in for a few years and despite hating it back then, he will occasionally pick it up again nowadays as a way to relieve stress. he's a pretty advanced player and occasionally comes up with his own stuff too, but it's not something he boasts about at all. if anything it's a hidden talent he never mentions to other people to begin with

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

nathan is a very light sleeper but he can also easily fall back asleep when woken up by something. whenever he does slip into deeper sleep he tends to have very bad nightmares or gets sleep paralysis due to the longterm effects STEM has had on his psyche. he's not all that bothered by noises or light around him and could fall asleep easily in a room full of people; he will get woken up the whole time but is not bothered by that either, and can generally get a good amount of rest with it either way

he sleeps about six hours a night on average, which is not a lot and tends to be even less when he's working on an important project. all of this generally results into him being out of commission during the weekends which he tends to spend in bed for most of the time, albeit wide awake. later on when he gets some proper medication, he starts sleeping a lot more and ends up with an average of nine hours a night

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

as a mobius operative from a pretty high rank, nathan has been taught how to use any sort of weapon, ranging from smaller melee weapons to heavy assault rifles and the like. he's been training since the age of 16 and generally prefers knives and handguns over anything else; he likes the control it gives him

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

nathan is not much of a smoker, but he did smoke for a while when working for mobius. he quit pretty quickly since he's always been a drinker and the two together made very expensive habits, and he preferred the taste of alcohol over smoking. the drinking is still a problem as of this day and it's never really occurred to him that he can try to stop; it would be very hard for him to quit drinking if he ever gets to that point, but especially when he gets his medication he has no other choice but to quit. needless to say it's gonna be an interesting first month for him

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

nathan was born in sacramento, california, which in my canon of the tew franchise is close to krimson city. he moved to the latter when he was 16 years old and started working for mobius, since its headquarters would then be closer to his home. he doesn't like his hometown at all because of the memories of his family and hasn't been back there in a long time now, and he's not planning on ever going back; krimson city may be a shithole but he's made it his home, and he's planning on staying there for the rest of his life. however many years that may be

[zaukiel]

i dont apologize for spamming today bc as i clean out my folders i can find shit to post that i havent put into my art blog yet

INCLUDING THE VIKSTUCK i did for 4 13 a few yrs back when we were still doing our FF8 dungeons and dragons campaign

LONG POST INCOMING

>WAKE UP Rise and shine, you got shit to do today.

>TURN OFF ALARM There ya go, champ. Welcome to the waking world!

>ENTER NAME Your name is VIKTOR RACHMAN. You are currently in TRABIA GARDEN training to be a SEED. Today is your day off, and you get to spend it mostly how you would like.

>GET OUT OF BED. You rise out of bed. You made sure to sleep earlier last night as tonight you plan on going out to be a rowdy bitch. You still have some chores to get done before you can start your day. But first! What would you like to do?

>EXAMINE VINYL ALBUM ON WALL That is your STRAY CARBUNCLES album, you still arent sure why they went for the pixellated look for the album art, its illegible, but it was the first vinyl you ever bought because you love that rockabilly sound.

>OPEN BLINDS AND PEEP OUT THE WINDOW It’s very bright outside, you’re not quite used to it, but at least now your room is lit up. There appears to be some people out and about right now in one of the concourses, you sometimes wish you had a south dorm for a better view.

>WOSH HIM You look down at yourself and realize you probably could do for a shower or something. Time to get BIG CLEAN.

Victory! You are now clean and the first of the things on your list of tasks is done, good job Viktor. You did your basic duty of not smelling bad and the world thanks you for this.

>ADMIRE SELF IN MIRROR

You pull your hair back out of your face so it looks more like your usual cut, you give yourself a wink and a finger gun. Looking damn fine, Viktor, as usual.

>EAT SOMETHING

It’s occurred to you that you probably need to eat. But you have a few things you need to do still before you can leave your room. A shirt at the least is one of those requirements. You should probably consult your LIST of THINGS YOU NEED TO DO TODAY.

>CONSULT LIST

Right, the LIST. You should probably figure out what you did with it.

You return back into your room and have a look around, you’ve thrown your clothing you’d had on before minus your jeans onto the floor and bed because you’re too lazy to deal with them right now.

Priority 1: List, where the fuck did you put it?

>LOOK DOWN, JACKASS.

Oh, right. The paper. The one that’s been there literally this entire fucking time. On your floor. Because you don’t know how to put things away.

>PICK UP LIST AND LOOK AT IT.

There ya go simple shit to do you can manage that.

HEY don’t give ME that look, you and I both know I struggle to draw you when you dont have a shirt on, just put one on.

Now you’re just being facetious.

this isnt how shirts work and you know it but im going to allow it for progression’s sake. good job you have a shirt on despite the laws of physics. now what?

>STYLE YOUR HAIR!

Do something flirty and fun! I think we both agree that’s a good place to start, right buddy?

>MONTAGE

>HAIR FIX COMPLETE!

Looking good~ as always! Well now that that’s done you’re almost done your list!

>CHECK LIST AGAIN.

listen you can hang around shirtless later, for now we have work to do.

and thats as far as it went bc i got tired

i should do another one sometime for the new age vik :3

[nitewrighter]

dva for the niche questions? if you havent already, of course. thank you, and i love these so much!

a song that reminds me of them: "Death Thrice Drawn" by The Scary Jokes

what they smell like: She is a celebrity so it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that she does NOT have gamer stank. I mean she could, sometimes, but in public she actually smells pretty nice. Kind of like a strawberry-rose-hibiscus tea from a bougie boba shop.

an otp: Bunnyribbit and D.Vamon. but I also really like the idea of her with an Omnic partner. She said Bob was cute!! She has good taste!!

a notp: Eh none in particular.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I had a lot of fun writing her hanging out with Zen in my fics! I also really like Dae-hyun.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: I've already talked about how the 'soldier 76 adopts her' headcanon was kind of weird and I'm glad it's fallen out of prominence, so I'm just gonna say it just feels kind of grabbing-at-straws-ish how she immediately gets shipped pretty much entirely based on age. It's like, "Oh look, a character who's roughly within a five year window of her age *plonk*" It happened with Brig and now it's happening with Kiriko. At least Brig had the 'mechanic' factor so they have something to talk about and bond over, but Kiriko makes it glaringly clear that it's really more about age than any really strong points of characterization. It just feels kind of cheap on both characters' behalves and it's the kind of shipping that makes me go, "Hey yeah people have a point when they say Overwatch fans only care about shipping."

the position they sleep in: Starfish sleeper, snorer, sprawled across several oversized plushies from fans, runs surprisingly warm despite how small she is, has big oversized tacky geeky t-shirts that were given away at e-sports events as pajamas.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: God I'd love to see the Cruiser skin expanded into its own Rockabilly AU, it's just a fun --or--OR the cruiser skin is her skin for dangerous night racing on Route 66!!!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: I really like Cruiser. I really like it when they play with decades/genres in skins, and also I love all the unique voice lines for it.

[queerlordsimon]

Ok, I'm a writer who wishes to write. But has no idea what to write. (I have one thing in progress but I'm out of internal fs to give to write it right now)

So, prompts. Characters. Whatnot.

Characters I'll write for.

Twisted wonderland

Pretty much everyone, not the teachers or jamil/grimm.(if you ask for Jamil I will unapologetically do it poorly, sorry) won't do ortho as well, purely because of age. I can not garentee the quality of work if you ask for sebek as I don't know him well, and ace and rook, purely because I don't think I can write them well. But I'd give it a go

My hero

I'm open to writing most characters here as well, except mineta, muscular, endeavor, and tiny children. I cannot garrentee the quality of most of the league, except toga. Dabi, and shiggy. And anyone From class 1-b, but I'll give it a go and try my best. (Also I have only seen to like, halfway through season 3, so I won't be great at those characters, but I'll try

Obey me!

Anyone but Luke, but I'm not well aquinted with thirteen, Raphael, and mephestophelis.

Im not sure or positive on any others that I write a ton for, but feel free to ask if I know it, If I do I'm more then likely willing to try.

I'll do most au ideas. Nsfw or sfw. I'll leave some prompts below for asking as well

kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

playing with their hair while their head in your lap

jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted

theres only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

you confessed your feelings and were about to kiss but we get interrupted

"you are breathtaking"

"i cant help it, you're fun to mess with

"we both dont want to do this, i know. but you have to understand that we need this."

"why didnt you say h-how bat it was?"

"im not a lot of peoples favourite person."

"no ones ever done that to me before"

"could you play with my hair?"

13. "i cant remember the last time i did this with somesomeon

14. "that feels nice." 

15. "i havent been hugged in years"

16. you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle

17. "i just want to be held for a little while"

18." ive never been in a relationship before, so i dont really know how to do the whole… kissing thing."

19. "take another step, and i cant be help responsible for my actions."

20, " theres only one rule. you cant use your hands."

21. "look deep into my eyes, sweetheart."

22. "i want you to leave marks"

23. "i want to watch you fall apart."

24." i dreamed of you all night"

25. "the things that i want to do to you, baby"

26. i have you shoved against the wall but now i cant stop looking at your mouth.

27. i just told you i like you but now im shy and say, 'never mind, forget it; and why are you looking at me like that?

28. congratulations! one of your dreams has finially come true, let me give you a big hug and wow youre warm

29. "im going to marry you one day"

30. "i was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you werent alone."

31. "were you just touching yourself?"

32. "can you please come and get me?"

33. "hey, just look at me, breathe"

34. " you need to eat something."

35. "what happened to you??"

36. "apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together"

37. "cant you see it? the spirit of the dragon is within them"

38."how long have you been covering this?"

39."im way to sober for this."

40. "damn it, why arent you obeying the laws of physics?"

41. "i dont know whats wrong, okay? im just….really tired."

42. "my mind is in a dark place, you dont want to be there."

43."i wasnt born to be soft and quiet. i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips."

44. "theres a reason im afraid of my own shadow."

45. "their back. i saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me and it looked like they had a black eye."

46. "shit, your freezing, lets get you warmed up, alright?"

47. "you cant keep it all inside you know. bottling it up wont do any good"

48. "only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me"

49."sometimes memories are the worst form of tourture."

50. "they were made of ice and glass, but they would risk being broken"

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[cainightfics]

what countries have you visited? which countries would you like to visit and why?

thanks for the ask! this is an interesting question lol

so basically ive been poor pretty much my whole life, and ive only ever been able to travel when part of it was funded by an outside source. so far, ive been to america, mexico, and a few different countries in europe. ill give you a #hashtag storytime about the europe trip tho.

ok so. in 2017 i was sent by my school district, along with a couple of other kids (i was in highschool at the time) to attend the 100 year anniversary of the battle of vimy ridge in france. if you don't know your WW1 history, basically this battle was a massive fight between the canadian army and the german army over this big hill in france called vimy ridge, which the german army had captured. the battle is considered a big deal in WW1 military history because the canadian army did some crazy tactical stuff to beat the germans and return the area to the french. this is what the ridge looks like (this isnt important lol its just for context):

anyways. so out of like thousands of applicants, me and a couple of other kids were selected to represent canada at this big 100 year memorial ceremony. flights, hotels, food stipend all paid for. i got picked because my french was pretty good (we're required to do 10 years of french class in canadian public school), and because i also knew some german.

so we get to france and go to the ceremony. it was a pretty big deal, i shook hands with prime minister trudeau, met prince harry, etc. i don't really care about any of that and if you ask me the royal family should be abolished and/or guillotined but whatever. in fact i did not care about literally any of this because when i signed up to go in the first place, i had any one goal in mind: to go to as many european countries as i could using the travel stipend the government gave me.

the ceremony ends and most of the schools im with are planning on heading back to canada the next morning. NOT ME LOL. i was a teenager with a passport and i had big plans. i had 500 euros, a eurail pass, and a dream.

over the next week or so, i (and two other people with me who i didnt really know) basically rode the trains/busses around central europe. we went to the netherlands, all around france, denmark, and germany. i stayed up for 72 hours straight at one point because i was so determined to experience as much as possible. this answer is already getting super long so ill just tell you some highlights of this trip:

at a burger king in munich i got scammed by a guy named salvatore who pretended to be a security guard and demanded a 2 euro "tip" for opening the door. salvatore if youre out there i havent forgotten and you WILL be dealt with if i ever see you again

i milked a cow at a dairy farm outside brussels. in exchange, the farm owners gave me a huge block of cheese. on the flight back to canada, i was told my cheese would be confiscated at the airport, because it wasnt in a checked bag. but i was like "well wtf im not just throwing out this wheel of cheese" so i ate the WHOLE THING in the last hour of the flight. it was at least three pounds of aged cheddar. id never felt so sick before

i had the best ramen of my life in an alleyway in paris. i have no idea if this was even a legit restaurant (it was literally just an alleyway and some guy cooking on a bunch of hotplates) but for some reason i ate there anyway. idk if i was tripping from lack of sleep at this point or what but the taste was literally heavenly

i managed to get into a techno club in frankfurt and then also talked my way into hanging out in the DJ booth for a good part of the night. heres a pic (i blocked out ppls faces for privacy, im the short dark haired one on the left):

anyways, that was teenage me's trip to europe. i had 500 euros to get me through a week and somehow managed to only spend 150 because i slept on the train, showered at public pools and rec centres, and ate nothing besides coffee and street food.

the last trip i went on was to las vegas in 2019, where i ended up joining this half naked furry stripper (?) in his street routine. we did some sort of dom/sub situation where i pretended to throw him around, choke him out, laugh at him while he pole danced, and force him to be my human chair. i made $50 in 2 minutes in tips from the crowd doing this btw and i was wearing like a hoodie and jeans just walking back to my hotel from dinner lmfao. idek i always just end up getting into these fucking random situations whenever i go anywhere lmfao 🤣🤣 i have whatever the opposite of social anxiety is

ANYWAYS enough of my stories.... as for where i would LIKE to travel?? hmm... probably asia? id like to see the chinese countryside, singapore, japan, korea, vietnam, thailand, etc. i do face this sort of ethical dilemma tho where a lot of travel that westerners do seems very exploitative and sort of like neo-imperialism, you know? plus with covid and climate change idk how i feel about international flights at the moment. but in an ideal world, id definitely like to check out asia

thanks again for the ask!

[svndaze]

This is a long one. I feel like such a hypocrite. At my worst I am negative and resentful and hateful, mostly kept to myself and I try not to let it be shown on the outside. I feel insane inside sometimes. I have a tendency to think hateful and hurtful thoughts. I know a lot of people do, it's human, but for me it can be scary and irrational. Luckily I dont act on them, and I've gotten so much better as an adult. I have a much better grasp on my emotions in my 30's than any other period of my life. I'm also a lot more understanding as to why people are the way they are. And I understand that everybody has trauma that makes them act the way they do. But how can I judge men with anger issues and look down on people who don't benefit society and the people around them, when I'm essentially just doing the same? Who the hell am I? I expect everybody else to treat people with kindness and take into consideration what others are going through, but I slip up and forget to do it myself. It's mostly with people who react a certain way... With people who react with hostility and judgment towards others. I get so passionately angry about it. But at the end of the day, I know inside of me that people who act in anger and judgment have probably been brought up that way, and/or have trauma of their own like we all do. So why do I have such a hard time empathizing with them? I fucking empathize with everyone, except rapists and people who kill in cold blood of course. But I catch myself judging others all the time. Maybe not for dumb shit like the clothes people choose to wear (I hate it when people judge others for stupid things like that. who CARES!?), but I still catch myself judging people for shit. I know it's human of me, but still - why do I do this? I am so flawed and I have so many characteristics that I despise about myself, so who am I to be bothered by other people's flaws? Or I get irritated with people who drive too slow. Or too fast. Or this or that. I judge people who blast their personal info on social media for everyone to see, but I try to remind myself that maybe it's their only outlet that helps them sleep at night and if it doesn't concern me then why should I care.

I judge people that walk around with more than three kids - but actually, I dont care about that one lol. In this day and age with all the shit going on in this world and all the pollution and trash we add to this planet on a daily basis, and you have the audacity to add MORE to it? We're so overpopulated as it is. Humans have absolutely trashed poor Earth. And people just carry on spitting out more offspring as if it doesn't matter. As if their kids are really going to impact this planet in a beneficial way. But then I come back to myself and think, well what the hell am I doing to benefit anything or anybody?

I am full of so much empathy and compassion, but it can change in a split second. I can become so resentful, defensive, and angry in a matter of seconds. My emotions are so intense, and again I cannot reiterate enough that I have grown so much and become a healthier person in my adult life; but I still hold so much resentment in my heart from old experiences and trauma that I should have healed from by now. And certain behavior really just still triggers me.

I'm sad and angry too because I dont have a lot of positive influences in my life and never have. I did for a while, years ago, but those friendships were sabotaged and ended for certain reasons. I want so badly to build new relationships and get positive people like that back in my life, but it's been exhausting trying to find my people. I havent had much luck. I went to meet an old friend the other day + her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend. We went to a dj set, so I thought I'd drag myself out of my house to be social and have a good time. But I showed up and her gf and gf's best friend were just sitting on the outskirts, couldnt even see the stage, and kept judging everybody and talking about people. I got so irritated so quickly. Like, I volunteered my precious time for THIS? They were talking about some girls that had their feet in the dirty city fountain. Was it gross? Sure, I wouldnt put my feet in there nor touch that water. Do I care that some strangers decide to? Hell no. It doesnt concern me. I literally do not care. But those two wouldnt shut up about it. And she kept talking down to my friend. I'm not keen on watching people talk down to their significant others, especially in front of people. I've been with people who did this shit to me - both romantically, and so-called "friends". It's really triggering to me. If you talk down to your partner, fuck you. Especially if they're MY friend! I really wasted my time trying to pull myself out of my house and out of this deep slump that I have been in for weeks, and see my friend, just to spend it with two little judgmental assholes. I wish my friend wasn't dating her. She seems to keep getting with girls who act this way. Then I think...damn, I keep getting with people who treat me like shit, too. Nobody I've been with ever really made me feel loved, unless it was during a short phase at their convenience. It's so sad. I'm sick of being around negative, miserable people. I, too, have been miserable and negative in my past and I cant be around people who dont lift me up anymore. It's awful for my mental health. And I tolerate it significantly less now that I've reached my 30's and have some actual self esteem. My time is precious. So is yours. Don't waste it on people who don't deserve it. Spend it with people who make you feel good about yourself. Unfortunately, for me it seems to be harder to find people that are good for me. I really just dont connect with others. I have a lot of friends and acquaintances, but nobody I genuinely connect with. On the flip side, I made a good friend recently... Still getting to know each other, but so far she seems like a great candidate for a new friend.

And apparently there is a tornado watch right now. Wtf.

[cloudpudding]

Review on... me

To be quite honest, I made so many friends on Facebook and Instagram, I havent looked at my Tumblr. I'm not as social as I seem, but I find people across the seas to be interesting. But I deactivated these social platforms cause it can waste time. But in doing so, I've flocked to my ghostly Tumblr that I once had my heart placed unto.

Here I sit in the dark, Christmas lights aglow, twinkling in little clusters to provide ambience to this big home I moved into not-so-long-ago. I toyed with Youtube music in order to have some music, I settled with a meager Final Fantasy sleep music --I am however not impressed.

I missed having late night me times that I once dutifully preformed when I was younger. I felt in tune with myself, what was all-at-once waves of inspiration, epiphanies, and discoveries. These days I sought to distract my mere existence with Reels from Instagram --I refuse to get TikTok perhaps due to my old age.

I'm getting old, Tumblr, what the fuck. I've changed so much. Where am I even going with this life? I still don't feel grown up. I am so sleepy, but even writing this has made me reflect more on myself, and that is a good thing. I am still --somewhat-- proud of who I am. Even if I dont know what the fuck i'm doing.