#idk if this like needs any tw or anything so just lmk

[greedygreedyphilza]

i don't use this blog much anymore as i'm just not as into minecraft creators anymore and only check up on their content occasionally but i want to be clear fuck wilbur soot and support shelby shubble also we should give his old friends time to process through things before we should expect them to respond, everyone has different paces to process and deal with things

[snoopyrps]

✨ fuck ozempic ✨

[lvlyghost]

Hello do you take requests cause I had this idea in my mind but I suck in writing

how bout a ghost x reader where he had a bad day and takes it out on his beloved reader who he's been in a really long relationship with, by starting an argument and maybe saying some really mean and bad things that break the reader. Like the reader is only a shell of herself and completely ruined by ghosts words and just crying or sitting completely still staring off the wall or just staring at nothing just being numb.

What would be interesting is Simons reaction when he realizes the damage that he's done, maybe he would cry/break down idk when he sees the usually happy reader being so dull and almost lifeless yk

But Pleasee don't do this to our hearts and write some comfort and a happy ending please I couldn't handle too much angst❤️😭

The Weight of the World

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You promised to always lean on each other but sometimes love isn't enough.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TW: heavy angst, literally got some mid anxiety writing this🥴 swearing, self-doubt, hurt-comfort and slight fluff towards the end. lmk if i missed any.

A/N: finished this in one sitting lol, also not proofread and poorly edited, i've been having a shitty week so expect more angst lol. meet me in therapy. Enjoy anon!🤍🌟🫶🏻💕

Masterlist✨

You hesitate right outside Simon's studio, the place where he secludes himself from everything and everyone. Ever since he came from his last mission he seemed to be on the edge constantly. The usual softness that he reserved specifically for you was... absent.

Still you wouldn't let that stop you from approaching; having dating him for a few years now let you know so much of that. You knew when he was hurting. When he was sad, angry, jealous or even happy. Little to no people could say that.

Somehow this was different. He wasn't even letting you in, constantly keeping you at arms length and that hurt. How were you supposed to get to him this time? Get him to talk to you?

To look at you again with that same glint in his eyes, the spark that you ignited in him and that won't fade away even years after.

The sound of a chair creaking startles you, the same time the timer in the kitchen goes off. You walk back, turning the oven off, and sticking out the apple pie you so happily baked for both with hopes that you'll get him loosen a bit that dark cloud that's been looming over Simon these past few days.

The door of his studio is yanked open the heavy stomp of his boots resonating across the small apartment you two share, then his bulky frame appears just to grab the keys to his black motorcycle.

"Simon!" You call him, burning your hand in the process. He stills halfway through the living room, waiting for you to say something else. Wetting a cloth hurriedly and wrapping it around the burnt skin.

"I made something for us... maybe," standing behind him you leave a reasonable space between the two. You swallow down hard. "Thought we could have it together and just, you know spend...-"

"I don't have time for that now." His voice is cold and monotone. "Don't wait for me."

"But Si-" he turns on his heels, eyes hard and unyielding. He approaches slowly, making you gulp. "What's gotten into you, Simon?" You fight back the tears, this was the man you loved so dearly, the man you knew loved you back; there was a reason for the golden engagement ring on your left hand. "I..-"

"Fucking hell would you stop that? Please just..." he notices the wetness in your eyes. "I can't do this. Not anymore."

"Whatever it is I promise we can work it out together!" your lips quivered. "Just talk to me!"

"I don't need to talk about anything girl!" He seethes, one finger pointing at you. "Think some cheap counseling with you will make things right? Bloody hell no. Neither some homemade bread, this isn't fucking working and it won't until you learn how the bloody world works."

It breaks your heart into a tiny million pieces, breathing becomes a challenge and the injury in your hand can no longer be felt. Simon's words were worse than any physical pain. Where was the man you loved? The man who used to lift you up and kiss you on the forehead? The man whose hands couldn't stop roaming your body late at night? The man who'd helped you reach out for things he probably put away in the highest shelf so you'd ask for help. That same man that had proposed to you no long ago, right before he was deployed to a special op God knows where. The fabric of his mask moves when he keeps talking but you don't listen. You can't. Just like you can't stop the tears dribbling down your cheeks and the tremble of your hands. Simon's jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he takes a step back and leaves.

You walk sluggishly to where the dessert awaits. It's when your knees buckle that you finally let out a loud cry.

-

Simon knows he isn't a good man. He's done quite questionable things that he could never say out loud. He knows he's fucked in so many ways. But he also knows that there's one thing that kept him from spiraling further down into an abyss of death and self-loathing.

You.

The woman he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that didn't care about his past, the bad moments and his complicated persona. You who would selflessly love him without asking for something in return. What had you seen in him in first place? Even now after three years he can't wrap his head around the fact that he has someone who waits for him.

Simon knows how much he loves you, but what he doesn't know is how—or in what earth—he deserves every part of you.

You've been avoiding him ever since that horrible night. Words he can't take back. Looks that haunt him every time he closed his eyes. He hears you cry when you go to sleep or when you're taking a shower. Muffled sobs and wails that will come for him until the day he dies.

You avoid him like a plague, when he walks in. After all he's the one to blame. He wanted to ask you to tear him apart maybe that'd feel less painful.

The last remaining of sanity that was left in him came crashing down when he began to notice how you stared off in a haze, numbly looking at the window. He was losing you. Destroyed the one good thing he had. So, a few days later, despite his own demons. Despite the things that broke him all irreparably during the last mission in Moscow, he comes to find you. Sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes set on your left hand.

The engagement ring was gone, forgotten someplace unknown. Simon felt the panic wrenching his guts.

It's all on him.

He whispers your name, calls you softly. Slowly sitting in front of you, the coffee table creaks under his weight. Words get caught in his throat.

"May I take your hand?" He pleads, not getting an answer. Simon sighs, lowering his head as silent reigns yet again. "I don't deserve you." He murmurs, eyes bored into the floor. "I... I ruin everything I touch. Just never thought I'd ruin my girl."

Your eyes flutter shut, wet tears clinging to your eyelashes. Simon watches as you stand and leave without a word, he follows close behind to your shared room.

"Love..."

"Don't call me that!" the hurt in your voice... the resentment in your eyes, he's earned it.

Simon reaches out for your arm, grabbing you firmly but gently, mindful not to harm you.

"Right I deserve that." If there's one thing Simon regrets it's being the reason that your eyes no longer shine. "What I said... what happened I...-"

Shaking your head and biting down your lip.

"You never gave me the chance, I thought we said we'd always find a way."

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry baby." in an instant he's pulling you close, although you want to push him away, scream at him, slap him for the calvary he made you go through. "I'm not good with words, and I'm no good person." You feel his body shaking with anxiety as your eyes widen in shock. "I tried... I can't forgive myself for my mistakes."

"Simon..." he hushed you, cradling your head with his big hand. "I can't sleep knowing I can't protect you from what's out there, couldn't bloody protect that kid in Moscow, or my family."

You guide him to the bed, sitting down side by side and holding onto each other.

"Said I would always be with you Simon, why the hell did you push me away?! Have I not given my everything to you? We promised to always make it work!" He grabs your face staring intently into your eyes. "What happened there?"

He blinks, deciding how much to say. There was no need for you to know the entirety of it. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of this world, and he would as long as he lived.

"A young lad whose life's was cut short because I wasn't there on time. How can I come back to you, be happy when someone else just lost their kid..."

"That wasn't on you! Simon Riley you stop that now." He inhales, cinnamon and vanilla flooding his senses. It's you all of you. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. We do that together, yeah?" Your chest hurts from how hard it's beating. "You've done far so much. You won't lose me."

A rumble in the sky and cars passing by outside your home is all you hear. Brown eyes like honey stare back into your soul.

"You took it off..."

"I burnt my hand, it wasn't healing properly. And you know what?" He quirks a brow. "It wasn't homemade bread. It was an apple pie, you silly."

"You'll never forgive me for that one won't you?" He doesn't chuckle but the air feels lighter.

"No. Probably won't." Simon takes your burnt hand bringing it to his lips, they're soft against the marred skin.

"But we're still getting married, yeah?" He asks.

You smile fondly, humming when he kisses your forehead, tears have now dried.

"Yeah. We're still getting married."

[saetgvia]

genshin boys takin care of u on ur monthly

im back from the void of no content

im feeling berry soft and fluffy so enJOY the boys taking care of fem!reader on her period :)

characters: wriothesley, lyney, alhaitham, xiao

tw: periods (duh), staining sheets in wrio’s one, lmk if i forgot anything :D

also also i wanna make a pt. 2 pls drop any characters u want in my asks or comments ily guys enjoy

also does anyone know how to add the blue

read more tag on mobile/browser? tyty

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wriothesley

- kay so idk him really well needa finish archon quest but he would treat you like a QUEEN

- whatever u need he has it

- bro is chill af and knows what hes doing

- will get cuddly LMAO

- he js wants to pamper u

- so he does :D

- if u stain anything he’ll be calm and change the sheets and everything while u take care of urself

- cooks for u

- reminds u to take painkillers if u need them

- soft kisses heh

- movie marathons!!

- takes care of ur EVERY CRAVING

lyney

- determined to do ANYTHING to make u smile

- so he’ll pull random bouquets out of his pocket and present them to u

- or pretend to do a trick and kiss ur nose instead

- he is SO asking lynette for advice

- poor boy panics a lil even tho he knows how normal this is and he has a sister

- but he’s never really bothered too much abt it before

- he knows how to deal with it but he just wants to make u happy

- he treats u so well aww

- cooks for u

- makes everything cheesy

- like little smiley face rice balls

- or an egg cooked in a heart shape

- so many cuddles

- i love him

alhaitham

- so chill and nonchalant

- gets u wtv u need

- cooks for u

- ion think he’s a very big cuddler but if u need him he’ll hold u

- forehead and nose kisses

- he’ll hold ur hand a lot and like run his thumb on the back

- when he does hold u its u sitting on a couch binging movies with ur head on his chest and his fingers in ur hair

- he does acts of service to help lessen ur load

xiao

- he’s basically js confused

- ‘human women… bleed… for a week every month… and don’t die??’ WHAT SORCERY IS THis

- like lyney poor boy panics a bit

- he’s been around for millennia but this thing can get him flustered

- always nervous to hold u and kinda doesn’t want to but he will for u

- cooks for u obv

- always checking up on u, asking if u need anything

- ‘here, i got this for you’ (insert literally anything he randomly saw and thought would make u smile)

- constantly asking if it hurts

- you tell him to chill and he goes ‘HOW CAN I WHEN YOURE HURTING’ and ugh hes so soft and silly

- takes extra care of u

- constant vigilance

- so sweet

GUYS i think i’ll make a pt. 2 so again, if you have any reqs for this or any other fics drop ‘em in my asks or comments ily all <3

[saltymongoose]

Hey its stitches anon...idk if your requests are open, hell I'd gladly commission you at this point. But I was wondering if you could write a small fiction about the main 4 and their lover/partner (trans man he/they) that just recently got fired from their job because they are disabled? And who is now in pain and is super sad? That just happend ot me today (2 days till my birthday too) I have HEDS, pots, and mast cell to name a few. I can't write to save my life either. And I just want my bois comforting me while trying to find a new job. Sorry you can completely ignore this

Love all of your work and u would gladly commission you with what money I have for fics too ❤️ reminders to drink water everyone

Hey Stitches Anon <3, I'm really sorry to hear about your job, that's an absolutely awful thing for them to do. :( You've probably found another place to work by now, and while I don't know very much about legality, I'd keep an eye on labor laws regarding disability where you live. (Where I'm from, firing anyone for stuff directly related to their disability is extremely illegal.) However, while I can't give much advice on this since Idk legal stuff like this that well, I can write about the boys comforting you, so I whipped these up for ya. Good luck in your professional career, my friend! :) 💕❤️💖💗(P.S. And Happy New Year!!! 🎉✨🎊)

[Part 1] They Comfort Their Disabled!Transmasc!Partner During a Jobsearch ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Mentions of Violence, Brief mentions of disability-based discrimination, extreme fluff.) *A.N: I wasn't too sure about how much detail to go into with PoTS/hEDS/Mast Cell, so please lmk if I portrayed anything in this incorrectly and I'll rework it pronto. Thank you! &lt;3

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Rage and worry are the two words that best encapsulate what Hank feels once you tell him that you've gotten fired and why. Your disability didn’t prevent you from getting hired in the first place, so there’s no logical reason why it should cause your boss to fire you either. It doesn’t make any sense to him, and the fact that this whole situation is happening to you really pisses him off.

(You've seen Hank angry before, but it was never like this. He's almost shaking with rage, his hands spasming against you as he rasps out the harsh question of who was responsible for your tears and the sobs that left you. Yet you don't give their name, instead opting to press your face deeper into his collar. He goes still when you sniffle and whimper, his tense form relaxing as he presses even closer to you, pulling you tighter to him and enveloping you in his form. He'll drop the issue for now; those bastards who fired you can wait. Your well-being was always been one of his first priorities anyway.)

In typical Hank fashion, the first solution he suggests is outright murdering who fired you to get your previous job back, which makes no sense to you. (It's not like your company would be eager to hire someone whose boyfriend killed their ex-coworker). The proposition does get a small laugh out of you though, so he still considers it an achievement.

Instead of going out to commit a massacre in your name, he decides to divert all of his energy toward taking care of you and comforting you as best he can. This means he puts off all of his "official work" for as long as possible; he can tell how distraught losing this job made you, so he considers helping you to be his new mission. There’s no one that Hank ever has ever cared for more than you; you're the most special person in his life, so it’s only natural for him to put all of his focus on his role as your partner when you need the support.

Despite being wholly indifferent to the plights of Nevada's denizens, you are the only exception to his apathy, and he’ll be all over you trying to help you out during this time. He’s not the most domestic person, so he can’t take care of much on his own, but he’ll do his best to complete your normal household chores nonetheless; cleaning, taking out the trash, etc. He even cooks on rare occasions, if he thinks you shouldn't be doing it (usually because you're either too tired or in pain). You'll have to instruct him on what to do for some of these (especially cooking, he's not really experienced with that), but he'll complete every task dutifully. Hank is very good at following orders, after all.

(He straightens up when you take a bite of the food he made, his hands twitching as you give him a pleased, albeit tired smile. "It's very good," you say in response to the question you know he's aching to ask. Your eyes meet the red lenses of his goggles, and your grin widens. "Thanks, babe. You did well." He made your favorite, and although it doesn't taste exactly like how you make it, you think you prefer this version.)

Yet this is more of an afterthought compared to his main preoccupation: being by your side for as long as you'll have him, in the most literal fashion. He's almost attached to your hip the entire time, molded to your side and purring as he tugs you closer to him.

He prefers to show most of his affection through touch; hugging you softly, pressing what remains of his lips to your cheeks and forehead (and a few stray pecks on your mouth, of course), and keeping a stray hand on yours whenever you're busy looking through job listings on your tablet. He's soft and careful, always having a close eye on you for any signs of pain when he shifts closer to you, and silently noting every bruise or mark you might have in an effort to avoid irritating them. Whenever you make a noise of pain, or even if you show the smallest sign of strain, he immediately freezes, tilting his head at you in obvious worry and attempting to bring your attention to him so he can ask if you need anything.

Despite how often he gets injured, Hank doesn't know close to anything about the medical field, so he'll insist that you speak to Doc about any pain and discomfort you have due to your disabilities (who recommends you to Skinner, since he's also not a doctor either). That being said, Hank will do his best to help with alleviating anything you're going through at the same time, whether it be by fetching you your medications at a scheduled time, carrying you if you're in too much pain/too tired to walk around (or adversely, helping you exercise if you want to), or just cuddling with you if you'd prefer that. (He's constantly on the verge of being in your personal bubble anyway, so may as well.)

If anything, you'll have to tell him to stop hovering over you at times, since he's just that clingy. It's sweet that he's so concerned, but while you recognize that he's trying to show you his love the best way he can, it can be a bit smothering at times. (Like when you're trying to read out available positions and he sees fit to carefully drape himself over your back, purring like a large cat. It's nice, until he ends up obscuring the view of what you're doing.)

He'll cooperate of course, since he respects your boundaries as any partner should, but he will put in an effort to be more verbal after this to make up for it. His voice is very rough from disuse, and his wording can be a bit clunky when he compliments you, but the blunt praise you get from him still makes you blush. It's probably because you know for a fact that everything he says is what he honestly believes, which just makes it a hundred times more meaningful.

(Your face burned with each subsequent word about how proud of you he was, and the short declarations he gave of how much he admired you and your strength. Hearing such words from someone as powerful as him made them very impactful, although this also just made you more bashful to receive them. 

"Thank you…you didn't have to say anything like that, hun. It’s very sweet of you," you said before laughing a bit awkwardly. Perhaps it was in your nature to try to skirt around compliments, or at least those that were so direct and blunt, but that would never work with Hank. He never wasted his breath on lies or things he didn’t feel important to put out there, it just isn’t how he works. He states things like they’re facts because they are. He’s proud of you, you’re strong, you’re handsome, etc. He could go on. And he will.

He looked at you for a moment before shrugging. “...Doesn’t matter if I need to say it. It’s still true.” In Hank's view, if he has to strain his voice just to show you the level of affection you rightfully deserve, that’s more than alright. He speaks only when necessary, and bringing your mood up at a time like this makes it so. Besides, he’d much rather use his words to compliment you than for anything else, really.)

However, when it comes to actually helping you get another job, he isn’t can't do all that much. It’s not his fault; Hank hasn’t had a “normal” job in a very long time, so his ideas on how to find one are very out of date. Nevada’s not exactly in the same state it was when he was employed in a traditional setting, and the rubble that makes up most of the cities still around wouldn’t be very useful for real estate. (Which is the only thing he has concrete experience in. Besides homicide.)

The most he can do is keep an eye out for any “help wanted” signs and writing down the locations of the places he finds them. He’ll also ask Deimos, Sanford, and Doc to look into potential job openings. (Well, demand they do. Luckily some explanation by Doc about how Hank's boyfriend was fired was enough to remedy any protest. It's weirdly nice of the merc to be so concerned about someone else. Barring the surprise of him even having a boyfriend to begin with, since he'd never said a word about you to them before.)

2BDamned is also surprisingly okay with just letting his main agent take some time off to help his significant other while they look for a job. However, Doc realizes better than anyone that if he attempted to keep Hank from you in a time like this, he'd just leave anyway (and violently), so there's little point in even trying. He's the most clued in out of everyone about Hank's personal life and has enough sense to know about your importance to him. (Why else would Hank be asking about "date ideas" and engagement rings, of all things?)

He wonders sometimes if you realize just how much you've got the tall grunt wrapped around your finger. Though, judging by how Doc can hear you brighten up and playfully admonish Hank when he accidentally interrupts your calls with him (and the fact that he can hear the man purring loudly over the phone after you call him a pet name), you must have a pretty good idea by now.

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned likely didn’t approve of you working at your previous job to begin with, as it was too far from the Status Quo’s base of operations for him to keep an eye on you at all times (and being with him did put a considerable target on your back, no matter how secret you tried to keep your relationship). However, he was wholly displeased when you tearfully revealed to him that you’d been fired for something you had absolutely no control over.

Both the sheer audacity and the stupidity of the company you worked for are incredibly surprising to him. He'll make a quick note to find out where your previous workplace is located; he won't do anything to ruin them, as much as he has the power to, but if some of his agents in the location accidentally do anything to hurt their business, he's not going to offer anything close to assistance. (Although the agents might get a soft reprimand - it's hard to be mad at them for this, even if he really should be.) It's petty, but also far more than he knows they have a right to.

However, in the meantime, he'll focus on comforting you while you find another job, seeing as interfering with your previous workplace is beneath his consideration. (Unless you ask him to, of course. He's always frowned upon people who couldn't separate their work from their personal lives, but he could handle the hypocrisy if using his resources for this made you happy. After seeing how they made you cry, he thinks it would be at least somewhat deserved.)

Doc's a busy man, but he'll always have time for you. Luckily for him, he's not exactly needed at any bases, and his work has him moving around quite a bit as is, so staying at your place to help you won't cause any issues. It’s not like anyone would notice his absence. Although, he'd be willing to forgo his current assignments regardless; you're more important, to put it simply.

He's well versed in your medical conditions already, due to hours of research and speaking with both you and Skinner, no doubt. Even before you were fired, he'd have been there to help you should you need it (even if a phone call away), and there's no reason why this would change after the fact. He's always been reliable, and just like back then, he'll be there to give you exactly what you need to keep yourself comfortable. This also includes himself, if you so ask.

You'll often find yourself with your head resting in his lap, feeling his eyes rake over you once in a while to look for any signs of pain and discomfort. (To anyone else, it would feel cold or clinical, but something about Doc's gaze always warms when it's placed on you.) His voice loses its harsh edge when he reads your listings, occasionally nudging you against contacting them for an interview if the company in question gives pay that's too low or lacks the benefits he knows you deserve.

("That last one sounds alright," you muttered, and he paused from reading his tablet to give you a look of slight disapproval. You raised a brow as if to ask what the problem was and he sighed.

"Honey, they don't have dental or offer basic health insurance - and the salary is half of what you should be making," he responded pointedly, to which you laughed. This was Nevada, it's not like that was common anyway, and most businesses couldn’t afford very good pay rates at that. Yet the fact that your boyfriend was so concerned about where you'd end up working was so funny to you for some reason. The leader of one of Nevada’s greatest forces fretting about your hourly wages. Perhaps it was because it was so weirdly domestic; you didn’t get a lot of time with him considering his work schedule, so to have him drop everything just to do something so normal was actually surprising to you. It seems you underestimated just how much you meant to him. Which you know he’d chide you for if he could read your mind. Of course he would do that, he loves you.)

(You didn’t notice how he stopped reading yet again, gazing at you warmly as you drifted off in thought. For a moment he wondered if it would be better to have you work for him, where he could keep an eye on you and give you the opportunities you’d already worked for. However, he knew he couldn’t stomach you being in danger because of it, and decided against doing so. Though he’s still going to vet who you’re looking to work for, that’s a given.)

Doc’s actually rather quick to begin assisting you with lining up interviews; he’s the type of person who tries to get rid of the emotional weight of problems by solving them as soon as he can, and so he tries to do the same here. However, he’s not tone-deaf; he’s not going to immediately push it on you if you’re in need of comfort after just being fired.

There are very few people that 2BDamned can say he genuinely cares about, and you're the most important of those individuals by far. This shows in how he softens his voice around you, the sweet pet names that are reserved only for you, and the tender way he kisses you whenever he removes his mask. His gestures only increase here, when he knows you need his comfort more than ever.

He's never been the most physical in how he shows his affection (it's something he's had to ease himself in to with your relationship), but that gets thrown out the window for the most part. While he won't be cuddling you whenever you're together, you can expect to be seated in his lap with one of his arms thrown around your waist to keep you close while you both go through your work (you looking for some and him reading reports). He treats it like a casual thing, and he's found that having you near him like this brings him more peace of mind.

(The slight smile he can see tug at the corners of your lips when you feel the warmth of his form against yours is the main benefit though. Although the weariness in your eyes from what happened still hasn't faded away, you're certainly feeling better than before. Your gaze flickers upward to meet his, and he feels a purr building up when you give him a look of unbridled affection.)

While Doc is aware that he can't remove your pain or completely prevent all of your disabilities' more disruptive symptoms from happening, his main goal is to make sure you aren't having to deal with them as often as possible. If there's anything he can do, from finding special types of medication that help you the most (which is likely in short supply due to how Nevada is) to setting up schedules so you avoid getting exhausted, he’ll get it done immediately and without question. It’s his goal to make it so you’ll never feel embarrassed or ashamed to ask for his help with anything (medical-related or otherwise), and you don’t.

Furthermore, Doc’s not a medical specialist per se, but he also took some “classes” from Skinner on how to treat the more major symptoms you might experience. Case in point, those unfortunate times you dislocated some of your joints, and he resets them for you, or when he eases you into a better position to recover if you happen to faint from your blood pressure dropping too quickly.

(He’s been arms deep in people’s intestines and gore before to put them back together, and done so with relative nonchalance, but seeing you in pain makes him almost queasy by comparison. The point that brings him back to focus is his central goal; minimizing your pain and discomfort, which means taking care of your state swiftly.)

2BDamned is someone who respects your independence. You're capable of taking care of yourself, as you usually do when he's not there. However, in a situation like this one, where you need him, he'll always be there. You're Doc's partner (soon fiance, perhaps), and he's yours; he'll always be there for you to lean on, just like you've been there to comfort him and bring him out of his shell.

It doesn't matter what you're going through, or how things on the outside are. If Nevada as you both knew it was going to end without him, he might just let it, as long as you'd be safe and well. If this means letting go of his usually-busy schedule to take care of the one he loves when they lose their job (and for their disabilities, which he'll still remain angry at no matter how much time passes), then it's something he'll go along with happily. In 2BDamned's eyes, you deserve far more than he can give you, so the only logical thing he can do is give you all that he is with the hopes that it's enough. This is just an incredibly small instance of him showing this immense love he has for you (one that's returned tenfold).

He hopes to make you as happy as you make him, and if the warm, affectionate looks you share, with soft smiles and hands intertwined, mean anything, then he does. And that is enough for him.

[thatonegaybastard]

oh yeah i updated my names list heres the link

if that doesnr work:

dont worry your regularly scheduled "post i found funny" will be back up soon

in the meantime since im doing this i might as well introduce myself a little since theres a lot of new people lately

hi im mars and my pronouns are listed a bove. im a bard of space or heart i just thought that was neat and ik some homestuck fans put their classpects in their bios and i think classpects are neat so im sharing mine.

i tag triggers as "#tw thing" such as #tw flashing lights and #tw gore also i tag any rambling as #rambling or #oc rambling respectively. and i also tag liveblogs different things. watch o mostly for #homestuck liveblog at 1:50 am (i think thats the name) and #chris plays sburb (not actually playimg sburb its just farragofiction shit)

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[brainimpediment]

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[kodiakwhiskey]

All Hallows Eve

Here I am! 3 days late! my life is pure unbridled chaos lately.

Pairing|| Steve Harrington x Fem!reader (now that i'm typing idk what pronouns i actually used)

There's always something happening in Hawkins, and who knows what kind of mayhem occurs during Samhain.

TW: gore, halloween, implied smut, guns, the nail bat, normal ST stuff(lmk if there's another tw needed<3 )

"So you're telling me, you don't remember her coming and getting her cone in a bowl?"

"Should I?" Robin rolled her eyes at him. Shifting her attention to you, she rested her head in her hand, palm against her cheek. "You know that wasn't the weirdest thing she did Robin. In first grade she cut her hair in the bathroom during recess." Robin spun around to see Steve walking over to you. She was convinced he hadn’t noticed you, but for once it seems like she was wrong.

“Hey, Y/N” He leaned against the shelving, careful not to put too much weight on it and save himself from knocking everything over again. “Have you seen the new Swamp Thing?”

You put the movie you were looking at back, before grabbing another and going over the back section. “No. Do you have any recommendations? I have a date coming over tonight and I want to impress him.” Steve felt his heart drop into his stomach, but laughed nervously. 

“Here check these out.” He pulled you over to a completely different section, the words ringing in his ears. You? Have a date? That was like next to impossible. You’d always been the single one. You didn’t date, like, ever. You noticed the far away look in his eyes as he handed you a couple movies.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

“Yeah of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Because I wanted to date you. He wants to scream it at you, he wants to just buck up and tell you, but before he could say anything you took both movies, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Thanks Harrington. I’ll be returning these pronto if they’re garbage.” You laughed and went over to the counter, chatting with Robin as she got the tapes rented to you.

Steve didn’t see you for a couple days after that. He knew you’d come by, because those two movies had been returned, in pristine condition like you always did when renting. He tried to inquire with Robin, but she just shook her head at him.

The next time he saw you was at school. Your hair changed, and it looked like your wardrobe had as well. His feet started carrying him towards you, but he stopped midway when Nancy walked over to you. That seemed like a bad idea. He refocused on his locker, conveniently across from yours and decided to just get his bag situated.

"So… how was it?" Nancy seemed way too excited to inquire about your first date, barely giving you time to grab your textbooks. "And be honest. You don't have to spare my feelings."

"Ugh Nancy it was horrible!" You sighed and checked your hair for the 50th time that morning. "I have literally never been so mortified." She moved your hair around a bit, wincing herself at the damage.  "Oh geez, is it that bad?" You felt like you could cry again as she put her hand on your shoulder.  

"Honestly I wouldn't be able to tell unless I was looking for it. Come on, you look fine. Let's head to class. " She grabbed your textbooks for Civics, closing your locker and pulling you away. "So what even happened?"

"You wouldn't even believe me if I told you." The two of you make your way through the halls as you recount the weekend to her.

By the time you reach class you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You had this class with Steve. The thought of him seeing you like this was mortifying, even with your already low self esteem. You watched him take his seat next to you, pulling out his binder. You looked away before he caught you staring, and you buried your face into your textbook. This class lasts a whole hour. You usually looked forward to it, being paired with your crush usually helped but right now you wished you took the day off. 

"How'd you like the movies?" Your face fell at his question. You didn't get to watch them and wouldn't be able to for a while. 

"They were great! I'll probably rent them again to show my dad when he gets back." You hated this, but you couldn't hurt his feelings like that. He was so genuine to you. 

He was quiet the rest of class, unusually so. You spent the rest of the morning overthinking it. 

By the time lunch rolls around you find yourself in the library. Wedged in the window seat in the corner, your small lunch sitting next to you as you read, lost in the world of Narnia. You were absentmindedly munching on your sandwich, having to restart the page because you keep getting distracted. A dip in the cushion causes your attention to pull away from the book, to Steve who is sitting next to you. 

"You don't have to lie to me to spare my feelings." 

You blush and look up from your book at his goofy grin, and hit him with your book. "Shut it Steve."

"Is everything ok? You normally ignore me but you seem off today." You turned away from him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "If it didn't go well with Ian, don't feel bad you really dodged a bullet with that one."

"That's a mean thing to say about your friend."

"You're more of a friend than he ever was." He looked over at you, your hair falling in front of your face.  "Seriously what happened?"

"He caught my vhs on fire…" You paused, turning your head away to look at the book shelf,  "And my hair."

"Can we talk? About what's happened."

"You'll have to be more specific than that, Harrington." He recognized the hurt you tried to make with your playful tone.

"You know what." The bell rang, and you gathered your lunch, stuffing the rest of the bag into your backpack. "Please, just hear me out."

"Fine." You turned to face him. "Meet me after-school. This is your one chance Harrington. Better use it wisely." You turned on your heel, all but marching out of the library.

Steve spent the rest of afternoon classes thinking about you. He couldn’t be mad at you for being hurt, though he hated himself for it. He thought about freshman year when you had stopped talking to him. Then everything with Nancy happened and meeting the kids and he realized just how far apart the two of you grew. He made his way down to the field, seeing you on the bleachers. You were quiet as he sat down, and the two of you remained silent for a while. He didn't know where to start. 

“I’m sorry.I don’t really know where to start but I guess that’s a good start.” You kept facing the tree line, the wind sweeping back your hair “I should have called. I should have done more to speak to you. Everything I can say is just going to sound like excuses but I don’t want to make excuses anymore.” He turns a little towards you, his knee bumping yours. “The truth is, I got swept up in life and I left you behind.” his hand slid into yours and you finally turned to face him, tears in your eyes. 

“You promised…”

“I know…” His hand brushed away a stray tear. “I won’t leave you again. For real this time.” Your face broke into a wide smile at his goofy grin. “Starting with tomorrow. You, me and Swamp thing. Unless you wanna go to that dumb party.” 

“I’d love to see a movie with you, but my tape player broke, remember?” 

"Not to fret. I have the perfect idea." He smiled and stood up, grabbing his bag. "I'll pick you up at 7?"  You smiled and nodded and he took off, waving at you as he made his way to his car, already late for work.

The next day you spent anxiously waiting at home. It was Halloween, but the debate was whether or not to wear a costume. Thanks to your work with the drama club, you basically had an entire wardrobe of costumes. But what to wear? Vampire? No… everyone was going to be that. Your eyes settle onto the headpiece of faux antlers you took during a production of a midsummer night's dream and you throw together one of the old Greek chiffons. Nancy helped you fix your hair last night, which required a drastic cut to your normally long hair. By the time you finished getting ready Steve was in your living room, talking with your dad. 

"Have her home by last call bud. I trust you." You could tell from the tone that your dad missed having him around. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you both to have fun before he went into the basement. 

Steve took you to the drive in, not expecting it to be busy, but it looks like everyone else had the same idea. The two of you parked and he jumped out, going to get food. You tried to spot familiar faces in the crowd but there were too many. You slumped down into the seat and fiddled with your bag while waiting for Steve to come back. 

The air got colder and you cursed yourself for not bringing a sweater. Something else felt off though. You popped back up in the car, but everything was empty. 

“Steve?” You opened the door of the car, stepping out softly onto the ground. “Harrington!”  There was an ooze sticking to the benches in the front, none of the other cars were here anymore. You felt a chill realizing you were alone. 

Steve ran into Nancy and Jonathan on his way back to the car, feeling a strange chill down his spine. “Hey, does something feel off to you guys?”

“Yeah Nancy had a weird feeling all morning, my moms been kinda freaking out too.” Nancy was looking around when she spotted Steve’s car.

“Hey I thought you were here with Y/N?” 

“What do you mean she’s in the…” His face fell when he noticed you missing. “What the hell?”

“You don’t think it’s the same thing as last time right?” Nancy knew you wouldn’t do well on your own, not with how things had been lately. If the Mind Flayer was still alive somehow? She couldn’t even begin to think about how scared you’d be. “Steve, do you still have that bat with the nails in it?” He nodded, and without thinking ran back to the car, hopping in and peeling out to go to his house, while Nancy and Jonathan hatched a plan. He wasn't expecting Dustin to be at his house when he got there. 

"Can't talk Henderson. " He ran up the stairs, Dustin trailing behind him.

"I didn't think you'd bail on me tonight."

"We had plans?" He rummaged through his closet before pulling it from the back. 

"Dude you don't remember? You told me we could watch that movie, you even rented it last week." Steve ran back down to the car.  "Why do you need the bat anyways."

"Well I have to go save my best friend now. "

"I thought I was your best friend." Dustin slid onto the passenger seat buckling himself in. "I'm coming too then." Steve didn't argue as he peeled out of the drive, racing back towards Nancy and Jonathan. "You still didn't tell me who it is you ditched me for." Steve’s small goofy grin returned when he thought of you in your costume. That grin turned into a sad smile, thinking about you alone out there, scared. 

"Y/N L/N. I think I love her." 

“Ew gross, that's my cousin, man. She’s almost a sibling.” Dustin’s complaints fall on deaf ears and Steve thinks of you.The drive flies by him as they approach, Nancy and Jonathan having accumulated the rest of the kids. 

It's so much colder out here, and you regret not staying in the car, but your feet drag you through the forest. If you can just get back to Hawkins you'll be fine. Your knees buckle, and you steady yourself on a nearby tree. A low growling in the distance shakes you from your frozen daze, and you move a little quieter throughout the forest until you see Hawkins from the tree line. 

"It's too bad El doesn't have powers anymore." Mike smacks Dustin in the back of the head as they walk through the woods behind the Byer's house. "What it's the truth? Then she could tell her where to go."

"Are you sure that portal is still open? I thought we closed Fort Byers during the first incident with the mind flayer." Will shakes his head at his brother's question, looking back down at the county map Nancy snagged from the gas station.

"No but this gives us a chance to figure it out without interruptions." 

The video store looked abandoned, and so did your hopes of finding someone. You went to grab a hold of your chapstick from the makeshift pocket, applying it to your chewed lips to try and bring some sense of balance back to you. You heard the growling again and threw the door open to the store, drawing the blinds closed. You'd just have to wait and hope it didn't break in after you. 

Your chapstick fell and rolled underneath a shelf, but was gone when you went to grab it. You also noticed your pendant and some other items on you had fallen off and disappeared during your trek. You managed to pick the lock on the door to the office using the paperclips and a screwdriver you found behind the counter, finding the shotgun you know the owner kept hidden in case of emergencies. With extra ammunition nonetheless. 

"Hey Steve?" He stopped when he heard Nancy's voice, turning around to see your necklace in her hands. "This is hers right?"

"Yeah…" He took it, a hope building in his chest. "It was a present when we turned 12. My mom gave it to her." He stared down at it, thinking about you laughing during your cheer practice freshman year. "I didn't know she kept it." Jonathan clapped a hand on his shoulder, pulling him with them as they continued to the car.

"Come on lover boy. I think she might have left us a trail to the portal." Will was the first to hop in the back of the pick up their mom got for Jonathan. The rest of them follow suit, Steve keeping an eye out for anything he recognizes as yours.

You really regretted skipping out on dinner. You thought about the cinnamon rolls and the leftover chili waiting for you in the fridge at home and your stomach growled. 

"Fuck man. If I knew what fucking dimension I apparently was in I could find food." You grumbled some more about how this was not Narnia, nor Middle Earth and eventually you found some suspicious looking chips, chilling on the desk, open. You were that desperate yet. You stayed in the office having relocked the door behind you. It was quiet. It was safe for now. If something was hunting you, you doubted that it would be kept at bay by a metal door. This didn't seem like a time to apply Fey rules.

Steve yelled at Jonathan to stop as they reached town, spotting another item of yours.

He remembers the white shawl you brought, even after your father told you to grab a coat. He untangled it from the branches for the bush, your perfume still lingering on the fabric.

"We need to grab Robin."

"What are you talking about?"

"If she's in the Upside Down, she's seeking two things. A weapon and shelter." Jonathan nodded and they drove to Robin's house, her running outside as soon as Steve explains you're missing. When they pull up they see your antlers, right in front of the door, before they're suddenly broken apart. 

"Everyone else saw that right?" Steve nodded at Dustin's words, slowly getting out of the truck.

"I'm going in."

"Wait Steve, we need a plan!" Robin tried to reason with him as he stuck the keys in the lock. 

"Kids, you stay here, run communication." Nancy grabbed the bat, following Steve.

You were that desperate. The stale BBQ chips Steve liked so much made your stomach churn a bit, before it finally settled down. The door chimed and you gripped your hold on the shotgun, standing to face the door.

Steve didn't even think about it when he heard the click of the shotgun from the office. He found you. He had decided on the way here he wasn't going to waste another minute, and he wasn't going to let fear stop him from that sweet minty kiss.

"STEVE!"

The shout from Nancy saved you a bullet and also alerted you to your hunter.

You quickly repositioned and shot it in the head, the body of the Demodog falling to their feet. You double tapped for good measure.

"You are so hot when you murder supernatural beings." Nancy sniggers at Robin, her jaw almost hanging open. You do a quick scan before you disarm. 

"Does this mean I should start wearing leather?" You wink at Robin teasingly, and Steve blushed trying hard not to think about that image you planted. "I don't think that thing was alone." You ran back into the office and grabbed more ammo, stuffing it in your pocket. "I heard it from all directions before I locked myself in here." 

"God you are so hot."

"Steve, focus." Your eyes widened slightly when you fully registered what he said. "Wait what?" 

"Now isn't the time guys. The portal moved." Nancy's face fell as they peeked out the door. Jonathan was filling Will in on the walkie.

"Wait, hold on. Steve, what's going on?"

"I'm in love with you."

"You dignus! Not right now! I could have died!" You shove his shoulder lightly, chills running down your spine from the contact. "Where are we and why do you guys know what's going on?" The four of them paused at your words. You focused in on the walkie, hearing Dustin's voice on the walkie. "Steve, why is my cousin talking to you guys through a walkie-talkie?" Your eyes grew wide. "You did not put my cousin in danger like this you…" Robin rushed in between you and Steve, watching the rage build in your eyes. 

"Hey we can talk about this later, but right now we're still in danger and we have to find the portal back." You mumble something and grab the radio from Jonathan.

“Hey Dusty?”

“Copy Sandman, I hear you loud and clear, what do you need?”

“Remember the old tire by the creek? Meet you there in 60.”

You handed the walkie back to Jonathan and walked out with the extra box of ammo, stuffing it into the plastic bag you grabbed from the entrance.

“How are we supposed to get there if we can’t drive?”

“That’s not wholly true. Jon showed me how to drive the truck once. I think I can manage.” The 6 of them were about to pile into the cab when Dustin spotted the familiar mop of their dungeon master.

“Hey Eddie!” He strolled over, poised to question his summoning when Dustin handed him the keys. “You can drive us.”

“How do you know there’s a portal at this place?”

“I don’t.” The four of them stopped, all simultaneously protesting. “Look, it's Halloween. Samhain. It’s when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest.” You keep walking forwards. You’d make a portal if you had to. The constant paranoia was too much to handle. Seeing you go on without them, Steve started walking, quickly catching up with you, and the three of them followed suit. 

“Can we talk?” Steve’s voice rang in your ears, and you looked over to see he had taken the bat from Nancy, and was beside you now.

"About what Steve? That you were literally throwing yourself into danger for the last 3 years and didn't even have the balls to tell me? " He paused, closing his mouth and staring at you. "If the reason why we weren't talking was because I wasn't cool enough to trust, then why start now? Nothing has changed."

“That’s not what it is.” His hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him. “If I had told you, you would have flipped and gotten hurt and I…”

“Think about how I feel, yeah? First you start dating Nancy and I see even less of you, then I find out you’ve been fighting in another dimension with her?” You turned around, marching forward. “We need to move. I want out of here.” Robin put her hand on Steve’s shoulder as you walked away, before following. 

The trek to the creek didn’t take too long after that, you trying to communicate with Dustin.

“I think there is actually a portal here, but in the water.”

“Great so I get to jump into freezing water. Terrific.”

“It won’t be that bad and we’ll be here to pull you out.”

 A twig snapping caught your attention, and you spun towards the noise, aiming the shotgun into the distance. “We need to go through now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” The low growl caught everyone’s attention, and Nancy and Jonathan jumped into the water, disappearing under the surface.

“Robin go. I’ve got your back covered.” She jumped into the water and you fired a shot, another demodog falling to the ground. "Steve, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He looked over and swung his bat at one, knocking it to the side.

"For this." You shoved him into the water, his eyes wide, the scream lodged in his throat. You turned and shot another one, fumbling with the shells to reload. 

"Well. I guess it's now or never."

Steve emerged from the water, coughing and sputtering, your name coming out in a shout as he turned back towards the water. "God that self sacrificing bitch!" Steve threw the bat down, getting stuck in the muddy river bank. They waited a while longer before Steve started trying to go back. He had stripped his shirt off and was about to jump back in when you emerged from the water, meeting his face. Before you could say anything he was pulling you out of the water. “And you called me the idiot! Are you insane?! Why the hell did you-”

His words were silenced by your kiss, your hands on his cheeks. You were freezing now, your skin turning much paler than normal. “I love you too, Steve Harrington.” There was a slight cough in the background and before you knew it there was a towel around your shoulders.

They piled into the truck, heading to Steve’s place, where they deemed the safest from prying eyes.  Eddie finally introduced himself to you, and his flirty remarks earned a quick, quiet glare from Steve. 

Everyone else dispersed around the house, but Steve took you to his bedroom.

“You’re such a fucking idiot.” As soon as the door closed his lips were on yours, his hands stripping you of your wet clothes. “What part of that said ‘Lets just leave the person we came for’?” you smiled and he pulled away, smiling too, before running to his bathroom and turning on the hot water. You pulled his heated blanket out of the bottom of his closet, plugging it in behind his night stand. His room hadn’t changed much, maybe some new posters, but the photo on his desk caught your eye. It was a new frame, considering you had broken the old one in a fit of rage. The two of you, right before high school. Right before he became King Steve and you became just another face in the crowd. The corner was still torn, and you could practically see the glass on the carpet. You felt Steve wrap his arms around you, moving the picture from your hand, and pulling you into the bathroom with him. It was going to be a long night for the two of you.

[tinywhumper]

tiny’s first whump

h-hello, pls have my very much nothing really happens but kinda something still happens whump drabble??

thanks to @a-crumb-of-whump for encouragement! imma try to tw/cw this properly but gimme a shout if i need to add something ^^ tw/cw: whumped caretaker, whumpee edges into whumper territory, idk what it’d be called but like … irritating an existing wound? by like poking it? and stuff? lmk if there’s an official term or something! whumper watches them through camera

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whumpee is just so tired. they can’t hardly keep their eyes open, but they need to keep awake, alert for signs of whumper returning. it’s cold in the room, the cement hard beneath them and grime digs into the bonnie’s of their knees, shins, ankles, the sore, thin-skinned tops of their feet. a half shudder shakes through them, oddly making saliva pool in their mouth. and then caretaker groans from their place in whumpee’s lap. whumpee blinks down at them, one hand already going to caress their temple and cheekbone. they wish they could whisper some sort of comfort but petting back caretaker’s hair is draining what little energy and focus they have. they need to save some to keep watch.

their breath is heavy in their chest with a gravitational pull that threatens to make their sternum, heart, lungs, ribs, everything cave in. caretaker looks torn in their sleep. a line between their brow and the downturn of their lips display their discomfort even in rest. whumpee’s lips tremble and that vast, yawning thing within them threatens to swallow them hole. staring down at the obscene swelling of caretaker’s dislocated shoulder is like staring over into an underwater trench: terrifying and beautiful in a dark, enthralling way, calling them to fall over the edge and into the unknown and nothing.

whumpee’s hand, shaking, trails over the blue, purple, black without thinking. despite the flinch of caretaker in their sleep, the jumping of their skin, whumpee lets their aching fingers press into the mottled bruise. the swollen, tender flesh gives as blood and other subdermal fluid moves as whumpee presses, pokes, pinches, exploring the thing in front of them like a toddler presented with something new.

it isn’t until caretaker cries out in their sleep that whumpee notices what they are doing, that caretaker is crying. tears run down caretaker’s face, slipping into their hairline, running into the hollows of their ears and starting to soak into the feeble excuse for a pillow that whumper gave them. with a flinch whumpee jerks their hand from caretaker’s shoulder, fingertips burning and bile roiling in their stomach. they were hurting caretaker, they hurt them. they clutch their hands to their chest, the urge to utterly tremble crossing their mind, yet they don’t, they remain frozen as they stare down at caretaker. acrid guilt pools in the back of their throat, the taste of shame. whumpee presses a hand to their mouth to quell the sudden panting breathlessness that hits them, making them whimper.

caretaker squirms in their lap like they were still trying to escape whumpee’s painful prodding and exploration. whumpee hesitates to bring a hand to caretaker’s temple and hair again to soothe them back into a deeper rest. only when caretaker settles does that tempting trembling take its course.

whumpee stares at caretaker’s face, searching for any sign to anything but sleep. they nibble at their fingertips as their panicked breathing, having run its course, starts to ears. what in the world had they been doing? why had they done that to caretaker? what possessed them? why were they fascinated by what they did, drawing that pain, feeling that plush give of flesh, why did they want to do it again?

whumpee glances around the dingy room again and listens, listens for any sign of whumper as they try to gather themselves. when they find nothing, hear nothing and their breath no longer hitches, hiccups in their chest whumpee’s gaze turns back to caretaker.

in their lap, curled mostly on their side, face upwards, caretaker seems so small. whumper knew how to break down even the stronger ones, and my gosh, caretaker is so strong— they held on for so long, until their body gave out. until surely some part of them had to acknowledge how out of place they were for trying to help whumpee beyond whumper’s strict commands. that they should stay their role, do only as whumper says and allows.

whumpee is unaware of the frown on their lips nor the way their eyes narrow as they look down upon caretaker. they don’t feel the pinch of their brow as itfurrows in some unfamiliar and overwhelming rush of anger.

slowly, as though caretaker would wake upon the slightest move, whumpee lowers their hand. they hover over caretaker’s shoulder, nails brushing featherlight, for several dreadful seconds as their heartbeat rises into their throat, ears, eyes, thudding harder and harder with every next beat. they squeeze down. it’s gentle at first, of course, then a little more and a little more. careful, measured increments of pressure and then starting to bear their weight down, torn fingernails cutting in. the more they bear down the more that floaty, absent sensation of before drifts in. they can’t feel anything, thinks anything as they dig their fingers and nails into caretaker’s shoulder with one hand and then both in a cruel mockery of a massage. they watch as caretaker’s chest heaves and they twist - still sleeping - away from the pain. whumpee follows them. they even go so far as to use one hand to pin them in place, hold them right where they want them.

whumpee isn’t sure how long they abuse caretaker’s shoulder. but they do know that when they are done, they feels less tired than they did before. sleepiness does still drag at their eyelids and dirt still digs into their legs as they resume watch for whumper.

—

whumper leans back in their chair, thumb stroking over their chin as a slow smile furls up the corners of their lips. the monitor in front of them flickers gently as the frames load in the live feed of their basement. it’s a little difficult to make out, but there is definitely something of a smile on whumpee’s face, something more relaxed about them after that pretty, petty show. this was unexpected, yes, but not detestable, no. no, whumper decided, there was no need to correct that behavior. it could bloom quite beautifully.

[my-castles-crumbling]

To M anon!

I'm just copying what you write here, so I can put a 'read more' button under the TWs.

hi cas! I hope you're having a good day/night! so I kinda just want to get this off my chest a bit as well as maybe get some advice? I think I want to call myself M anon :]

TW: ED, general mental health issues (not mine)

so I've had this friend, D(not real initial) for several years now, but we've drifted apart and back together with covid and everything. in the past year or two as we've gotten even closer, she opened up to me about her struggles with mental health, specifically anorexia, anxiety and depression. I have tried my hardest to be a welcoming person for her, especially since I haven't personally had struggles with that.

in the last few months, her mental health has gotten worse, and she's been in and out of psychiatric wards and using risky coping strategies. coming to the present, she has been in one for around two weeks and I have had very little contact with her. around a week ago, one of her best friends, R(also not real name) texted me to let me know that she was going to call me soon. I spent a week waiting and getting no calls. today, I texted to ask if R had talked to D and how she was. She said that D was safe and okay (which I'm so grateful for) and where she is. I want to ash R more questions, but I don't want to come off as needy and possibly lose any contact, so what should I do regarding that?

also, if anyone knows how mailing works with psych wards, specifically if patients are allowed to give/receive mail (in the US) and what I would write on the envelope, please let me know!

Sorry, this got a bit long, but it's just a lot to deal with, especially since I'm 15 and I haven't told anyone about it before. there is one person that I could tell, but idk if I should because it's not really my thing to talk about, they wouldn't be able to do any more about it than me, and I usually tell them everything and this has been going on for so long without me saying anything.

Thanks so much for reading <33 if you have any advice, please lmk :]

Hi! I am so sorry you're dealing with all of this, it's SO much to handle at 15. It sounds like you're an amazing friend <3

So unfortunately, to contact someone in a psychiatric ward when they are underage, believe you need to get their information from their parents. Do you have contact with D's parents? A lot of times these wards will allow mailing or have a community phone that can be used.

If you can't get information, I do want to let you know that D is probably aware that you can't contact her. I'm sure she isn't offended that you've been out of contact, and no news is probably good news. If you're unable to contact her now, remind yourself that she's getting the help she needs. When she gets out, I'm sure she'll need people to lean on, and then you can be available. Also, remember that even though you care about her and she's your friend, it's not your responsibility to take care of her. It's okay to let the adults take over for a while. I know it's scary to not have all the information, but she's safe, and she's getting help. <3

Keep me updated if you like!

[fictionalstoryteller]

How the Season 3 Antagonists from LMK Would Babysit Your Kid

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: Lady Bone Demon, Mystic Mayor, and Macaque

TW: unless you think scary skeleton shadow people need a trigger warning, there’s nothing but fluff here

(The list of characters this time is short, so sorry bout that! I also plan to do the celestial beings from the show next, but it’ll probably take a while so I appreciate everyone’s patience. Oh also! I’ve come to the horrific realization that these three characters don’t have a catchy group name! This must be fixed, stat! If anyone has any ideas or already knows of a group name for this trio, please let me know. Personally, I think they should be known as the ✨ Theater Kids ✨. Now that that’s out of the way please continue on reading)

Lady Bone Demon:

You’re really going to have to use your imagination for this one, because I have no clue why she’d help babysit anyone. Maybe it’s because she wants you to trust her so she can use you or something? Idk, just be creative! I believe in you 🤗

Even if LBD hated your kid she’d be determined to take care of them. If she needed to she’d just pull out her good ol’ acting skills and suffer through it silently. Especially if she’d benefit from this whole babysitting gig.

She would also be GREAT at guilt tripping people into behaving, no matter who she was talking to. All she needs is time to figure out their weakness…

Unless she’s babysitting at your house she’ll be taking your kiddo out on the town. After all, it’s not like she has a home of own to take them to (minus Spider Queen’s cave and her super secret robot hideout)

LBD probably wants to make a good impression because she needs allies, so she lets the kid take the lead for the most part. Want to eat? Well then let’s eat. Want to draw? I’ll find some crayons if you’d like. Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t a pushover. If she really needs to she’ll offer some wise words of wisdom or something to keep your kid in line. And if that doesn’t work then manipulation tactics here we come!

Despite being a villain she has noble intentions, which is why I think she’d like kids to some extent

Minus the evil plans and her controlling tendencies, she gives off a nurturing mom vibes. I’d understand if most kids latch onto that side of her

On the surface it seems like she’d do a great job, after all she wants what’s best for everyone and wouldn’t let your kiddo get away with anything they want. She’d be firm, yet kind! But if we start looking closely at her less than positive traits, you can see why she shouldn’t be around kids… she’s manipulative and controlling, which could be seen as being potential trauma inducing behaviors. I doubt she’d use these skills of hers if it wasn’t necessary, and that if she used them only once it wouldn’t leave a lasting impact on the kid, but it’s a risk I personally wouldn’t take. 6.8/10! (Also if your kid becomes a favorite of hers she’ll be sure to eliminate them first to spare them from the worlds cruelty. What a sweetheart?)

Mystic Mayor:

Unlike LBD, I can understand why he’d pick up a babysitting job. In the start of the series he was trying to appear normal after all! (But failing miserably) He probably wouldn’t even realize that it’s odd for the MAYOR of the city to have enough free time to babysit kids. 

Mr. Mayor is chaos incarnate, but I can’t really see him hating kids! He’d probably get a kick out of them doing dumb or crazy stuff.

If you leave him specific guidelines to follow he’ll do everything you want him to do with a smile on his face. And if you don’t? Well he certainly isn’t stopping your kid from doing dangerous stuff because, like I said before, he’d get a kick out of it. He also would have a hard time understanding what kids aren’t allowed to do considering he’s barely grasped mortal customs.

Since the Mayor wouldn’t really know where to go, or even have a preference for that matter, he’d let your kid choose a place to hang.

Your kid will either love him for his sadistic personality, or they’ll be freaked out. Yeah he’s fun, but I can understand why some kids would be absolutely terrified of him. He gives off, “I’m smiling because I’m imagining killing everyone in this room” vibes. 

On the flip side, I can also see some kids interpreting his actions as silly. They might just see him as a super happy guy! Who jokes about murder…! And never frowns… yep just totally normal human behavior :D

I love the Mayor so friggin much that it hurts me to give him a 6.3/10. But he’s just too much of a wild card! He is constantly saying creepy things without even batting an eye, which is funny until you realize he’s being 100% serious. Also, if I left my kid with him I’d always be slightly worried he’d let them do something crazy without realizing that kids are very breakable. His smiley persona makes up for some of the negatives though. 😁💙

Macaque:

Macaque has the most trauma here, don’t lie to me. BUT despite this he’ll probably be the best person to babysit compared to everyone on this list.

He’d be flattered that you trust him with something as precious as your kids, but he’s also worried he’ll screw something up. Obviously he doesn’t admit this to your face, but you can kinda tell by how much he keeps double checking to see if you’re positive this is a good idea

I’d argue that Macaque has a good track record with kids. He was a good mentor to MK before he betrayed him, and he also prioritized Bai He’s safety once LBD left her body. I mean he didn’t really seem to care that LBD was possessing Bai He at the start of the season but it’s fiiiiiine! He was busy trying not to die after all!

He also used to put up with Wukong’s madness, so it’s safe to say he’d know how to deal with energetic kids

Macaque has a dojo and a cave to babysit at, and that’s not even counting the place where he was putting on shadow plays! Point is him and your kid will have plenty of places to hang out at, which is good because Macaque wouldn’t want to be out in public for very long

As fatherly caring as he is, I don’t think he’d really know what to do to entertain the kid. He’d probably think your kid wouldn’t be very interested in shadow plays or training. Because of this he’d let them guide the activities

If your kid does end up showing an interest in theater or fighting, he’s going to be THRILLED. He wouldn’t show it, but he’d be really excited. Macaque would take this as an opportunity to show off his shadow magic, scripts, and fighting tactics. And hey, if it’s a good day for it he might even teach them something cool! 

As long as you’re not an enemy of his your kid is in great hands. He might act like he doesn’t care but we all know he does, and as an added bonus he’s just fun to talk to! He does a lot of teasing, but I don’t think most kids would mind it all that much. And even if your kid isn’t interested in his hobbies, they’ll still have a good time with him. I’m sure they’d figure out something to do together.

Guys I think… I think I’m going to give him a perfect score?! I want to give him a 10/10 so badly but I just know someone’s going to remind me of something that will bump his score down… whatever, it’s my rating system! MACAQUE GETS. A 10/10! Congratulations Macaque, your the first character to get a perfect score!

[mihai-florescu]

It's fun!! I got to chapter 11 I think?? The arc where the mosquito women suck people's brain out to do capitalism and Mihai just throws the kids in a life endangering Situation for his own entertainment because the ghoul boy who's name I keep forgetting broke his wrist and at the end of the arc Nobimaru gets introduced too that one.

I'm so bad at remembering names so this is gonna be horrible but I really like Inugami I think his name was he's very neat!! And I really like the kids too Akira especially gnc king <3

And yeah as mentioned I think Mihai is very cool he's such a guy!! When Inugami introduced his character and he's set up like this mysterious, very capable, responsible and wise guy and then just "and then he got addicted to Japanese online-games" that was very funny. And the way he's just living in the basement and him leaving his room being practically unheard of and also the "You were about to call him a Slave weren't you?" "No of course not. Cease those boorish suspicions" exchange I think that was also really amusing. He's very cool I like him :)

I think Inari is very pretty but I don't really have other feelings about her beyond a mild scepticism because her vibes are kinda off but I really like Kon she's very cute very cat-y I like her and. Nobimaru. He's so fun. First chapter he shows up in immediately gets rid of evidence corpses and says he hates his boss I like him he's very fun

I'm not really sure in which direction the plot's gonna go because as for now the main thing seems to be Ghoul boy wanting to find out about his parents but my gut feeling tells me that's more of a ''starting point'' (???) And the actual plot is just like. Vaguely connected to that?? Could also be wrong though so hmm idk what to expect but I'm looking forward to it it's a nice read until now (mangadex tagged it as tragedy though so I'm expecting...well. tragedy ig)

@ your last part y,, yeah,, um. It might be too late now to send the tw list but i think ill dm u regardless, but basically get ready for the next 2 arcs to have some SA and CSA for characters you havent met yet. But im glad you like it so far!^^ the plot does indeed start from "finding parents" but they need to retrieve more kemono calculi before, and that's where we're at now. Excited for you to meet more of the antagonists later<3 but, like, yeah, there are gonna be quite some trigger heavy scenes soon lmk if you have any issues with, well, anything.

[weavefcrged]

This blog is a baby brand new blog but the character has been around in one form or another for years. I need to write up a bio that is BG3 specific but you can find her “normal” info on my main blog here @brittlefcrged if you want to! I am comfortable with most dark themes in general (there are some things I won’t write but may be mentioned in character history etc.) - lmk if there’s anything specific you need tagged that might not be something that’s a standard tw.

My activity varies a lot & I do blog hop depending on muse and time so please keep that in mind. I am 41. I have 5 kids & a grandbaby, I’m in uni & I have a slew of physical & mental issues that affect my daily life & my ability to write but I love plotting and scheming and writing & BG3 is an accidental new rabbit hole so here we are. I’ve played D&D off and on for 20 years but only play a few video games cause I’m not that great at them but this one I am loving so much!

I also run a resource blog at @tuppencetrinkets where I post caps & icons & other things. My publicly posted stuff is always free / for donations. I do take commissions & requests for caps, icons, gifs, promos etc etc & it’s pay what you can. I currently have 460 gb of game play from act 1 & 2 recorded - idk how much of that is actually usable for gif & cap creation but if you want to hit me up for a commission lmk what you’re looking for. I can also use provided vids if you have some!

I will hopefully have some graphic & icons here within the next few days but I also just got to Act 3 for the first time & I am basically hyper fixated and need to know ! what ! happens ! If you have questions or plot ideas lmk. I am happy to answer any questions about what choices my girl made if you want to know, just send something to my inbox? Also my memes are on my main blog just tagged MEMES. Feel free to spam if you’d like.

More info & proper setup coming soon.

[wndaswife]

Rip to the library overdue date, lord I always have mass anxiety if I ever get too close to the date it's due ;;

I actually haven't been to a library since like..maybe early 2019? Damn- the pandemic really made me go that long without going to a library...I should try to drive up at some point.

Lord you're lucky you have a late birthday, mine is February 15 and it's coming by so quickly(😭). How about you, when's your birthday? 🧋👀

Facts, I could not stand to be around people who take the "high ground" like that.

Ooooo Rocky Horror Picture show is so good yes! I think my one of my favorite songs in the soundtrack is The Time Warp. That song just really scratches at my brain in a good way lol

There are quite a few horror musicals on my list to watch, but besides Rocky Horror I would also recommend Repo! The Genetic Opera. Without giving away too many details, it's a goth horror musical (including gore) that takes place in an epidemic of organ failures. I also have a feeling you may like the character Blind Mag and the comic style they do when explaining lore/backstories.

I'm not sure what exactly triggers you, but I will give you a heads-up that there is a brief mention of SH and attempted suicide.

- 🦐

when i returned it today it actually wasn't late LOL i guess the due date was february 2nd??? maybe it extended cause no one needed the book idk! you should definitely go to a library again even if it's only to read or do some work! it's rly good to support local libraries especially as they're becoming less n less popular, i would be so sad if a library in my city closed down

mine is september 15th!! :D hehehe the bubble tea emoji cute

i love sweet transvestite i just love the energy of the song it's so confident n funny

whaaaaat i had no idea horror musicals had so many different movies i've only ever heard of rocky horror picture show! i rly want to watch a broadway play one day and just get more into theatre and a horror play would be super cool i think

thanks! u don't have to i just don't like to see sh and reading about it in detail makes me uneasy. i don't want to get into dark details xddd but i never had any personal experience with anything like that myself but rather witnessed another person in a very unexpected situation so that specific scene was very like O_o well damn.... lmk if there's anything you'd prefer i wrote tws for when i answer your asks too :>

[strawberry-possum]

Huh funny how almost a year into quarantine and it's really only just now hitting me that.....we're in quarantine

[ewitsren]

me and you | # baji keisuke !!

↬ pairings: baji keisuke x reader

↬ cw/tws ⚠️: a very specific one shot kinda thing(??) idk but lmk if there's any

↬ requested: no

↬ barrista's note ☕: this song made me think of baji for some reason so here we are

"would you lie here for a while? would you lie here 'til I die?"

"i love you." the boy beside you murmured. baji gently rubbed his nose on your cheek and rested his forehead on your neck. the moon was bright, the waves were docile and he was beautiful. baji was beautiful. his hair tickled your collarbone as he moved closer, placing a light kiss on your neck. baji's hand found yours, fingers interlocked and that familiar feeling grew in your chest cavity. you wanted to trap yourself in your mind with him, hide from everyone else in your little world with him, just the two of you.

"hey." baji whispered. "would you lie here for a while?" his voice was low, hoarse. almost a whisper. "would you lie here till i die?"

"run away with the one that's gon' hold you when you're numb."

"what's wrong?" the boy pulled you to his chest, caressed your hair as tears with no emotions got his shirt wet. baji held you as you felt numb in his arms. unable to feel anything, unable to think. he held you as you sat there in his arms, empty as the void inside your head.

"it's okay angel, i got 'ya."

"takes you home when you're drunk, holds your hair when you're throwin' up."

"c'mere." the boy threw your arm around his shoulder, helping you to carry yourself as he made his way to his bike.

"here, hold onto me and throw your leg on the other side." baji got you on his bike and wrapped his arm around your waist to make sure you won't fall as he sat behind you while starting the engine with his free hand. he drove slowly on the way home as he constantly checked on you.

"y/n? shhh, it's alright i got you, you're okay." the boy rushed into the bathroom and kneeled beside you. he pushed your hair back and held it with his hand as you retched. baji rubbed your back and held your hair while you threw up.

"baby, i need you, you're like a dream come true and yeah, i always knew that it would be us two."

the boy pulled over, stopped the engine and helped you get off the bike. baji leaned on his bike and pat your head, the city under your feet was bright at night. baji's hand rested on your head. he was happy. just the two of you, late at night, away from everything, running away from everything. he smiled, he always knew it. he knew it'd be the two of you.

"yeah i always knew that it would be us two."

"when i look at you, i can see right through and you know it's true, so you love me too."

the boy beside watched you. you were in his arms, eyes locked on each other, legs tangled under the blanket and hearts hooked with each other; promised themselves that they'd never leave each other.

"when i look at you." he said. "i can see right through. and you know it's true, so you love me too."

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