#if something really makes 0 sense I am sorry

[habken]

/busts down your door WHAT ALL HAVE I MISSED IN BNHA?????? I just saw your comic and I’m so confused

okay so bakugou got got right we all know that, shigaraki fucked up his arm, bakugou said “oh I know what I gotta do” and did a good attack on shiggy but his heart exploded </3 and he died but edgshot said “nuh uh” and used his body to stitch it back up and then deku was late to the party and didnt even have time to be bummed out about bakugou’s corpse cause he has to fight shigaraki and then somewhere else afo does stuff blah blah blah and snatches hawks quirk (rip) and then takes off to join shigafo in that fight but all might says “not on my watch” and intercepts him and they duke it out and all this time afo is getting younger cause he used something made from eris quirk so he could keep duking it out with endeavour and that gang so he’s like a teen fighting poor old man all might who used all his savings to by himself a mech suit but it’s not going so hot for him and stain shows up to take on afo with all might but afo still wins and is about to finish off all might when bakugou starts up his own heart with his explosive sweat and makes really fruity eye contact with deku and with the power of friendship deku pauses his fight with shigafo to launch bakugou towards afo and bakugou saved all might and goes “dawg who’s this kid I’m about to beat the shit out of” and all might says “that’s afo” and bakugou goes to beat the shit out of toddler afo and succeeds because afo finally benjamin buttons out of existence but the whole balugou’s arm looks like seconds away from falling off, then after a long day of fighting bakugou takes a well deserved nap and we go back to deku v shigafo and it’s not going well for deku he’s trying to break through to tenko but he’s not getting anywear and then shigaraki steals danger sense and it gets even worse but second user goes “wait ! What if we attack him with psychic damage, give shigaraki ofa and we’ll beat the shit out of his mind so you can do your thing” amd deku is very sad but agrees and then after he goes punches all of the ofa vestiges into shigaraki they end up in his mind palace and little deku holds little tenko hand even though it’s disintegrating his own and this is where we think “wow he truly won with the power of friendship” but no !! He did not ! The afo vestige that loves in shigaraki’s mind comes out and evil laughs and says “you idiot I’ve been behind all the awful missrable things that happened your whole life ! I convinced your dad to have you, I took your og quirk away and gave you half of an ability that should have let you destroy and recreate but only gave you the destructive part because I am evil and you are too because I made you that way” and shigaraki goes :0 ?!1?;& and dissolves because afo cast vicious mockery and got a nat20 dealing double damage. We then exit shigaraki’s mind and deku has no arms !! But behind him avengers endgame style, heroes amass and aizawa steps out of the portal and goes “damn sorry midoriya if only I’d come like a minute earlier now you’re armless </3” but ! He tosses deku eri’s horn because eri havked it off herself to give to deku to save him and deku’s arms start growing back :D at the same time, afo has fully taken over shigaraki’s body and i like “haha tomura is no more it’s just me now” but he’s super bummed out because his vestige brother is gone as well and he’s like “damn what even is the reason for doing anything anymore :// I guess I’ll still kick ur ass or whatever but I’m kinda apathetic about taking over the world now” but while deku gave away ofa he still has some of the embers and with the power of froendship once more, he dodges afo’s attacks and punches him super duper hard, and we see shigaraki again :D and yoichi :00 and yoichi says sone shit to afo and shigaraki turns to deku like “this was truly our hero academia :) tell spinner I love him” and deku says “sure dawg” and they fist bump and stuff

tldr: deku gave up ofa to save shigaraki and bakugou’s arm is super super messed up which is very fun

[jals-stuff]

Some Rayne brainrot...

this is some stupid (and a bit horny??? no? yes? i don't know) stuff that went through my mind last night

MDNI PLEASE! this spawned in my head, no context

warnings: female reader, rayne is ooc and pervy, he is staring, dubcon (bit steamy at the end), bit of swearing, bit of horniness, mentions of boobies and peen...

i am very sorry, i wrote this with 0 hours of sleep. barely proofread. enjoy

Rayne Ames. The Divine Visionary, the Sword Cane.

If you watch animal documentaries, you are probably aware that cheetahs can stay in the same position for up to sixteen hours without moving at all…

Well, it so happens that Rayne’s facial expression is like a cheetah. He somehow always looks like you’ve told him a really bad pun, and he’s judging you for it (not funny, did not laugh). He probably even has this face on while he sleeps, eats, showers, and probably even while he decides to please himself. 

And yet, despite looking annoyed every second of the day, despite looking like the unfriendliest guy in the whole Academy, he looks absolutely stunning. Anyone would agree that Rayne Ames is a feast on the eyes. And you, as his seatmate in class, aren’t one to deny this.

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It was your last class hour for today and you couldn’t wait to go back to your dorm room and rot in bed like the absolute lazybone you were. Changing out of your uniform was now an emergency, as the shirt you had picked today was somehow way too tight for you.

Being clueless with basic things such as laundry had its pros and cons. Sure, your clothes were smaller now and you could barely fit; but it made you look incredibly sexy! …or so you kept telling yourself. Maybe you were just trying to cope with the fact that you were incredibly bad at basic human tasks.

You made your way to the classroom and got your notebook out. 

Today’s subject was pure theory, and you would’ve fallen asleep if you didn’t have the most scrumptious distraction sitting right next to you. You spent the hour doodling, taking notes whenever you paid enough attention to do so, and mostly throwing quick glances at your seatmate, Rayne, who was way too focused on the soporific theoretical experiments your elderly professor was passionately explaining, to pay attention to you.

When the old man turned around to write something on the blackboard, Rayne finally turned a fraction of his attention towards you. Of course, this happened during the minuscule amount of time you weren’t looking at him, and he took notice of a few things.

First of all, your notes were an absolute mess. Instead of trying to keep them consistent, you had picked a few words the teacher said, and chose to throw them into an adventure with other words, picked at different moments during class, resulting in an abomination that wouldn’t make sense, even to you. But you wouldn’t know, of course, since you never read your notes anyway. 

He would give you bonus points for the adorable little bunnies you had been doodling for the majority of your time in class, though.

Secondly, you seemed like you were about to sleep, but given the way you were taking notes, everything sort of made sense. Not your notes though, only the fact that you weren’t invested enough to stay awake.

Third of all, your shirt. He wished his eyes hadn’t lingered for such a long time on it. Why was it so tight? “Is she so dumb she can’t even do laundry?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that the button that kept your shirt closed around the chest area had the strength of a thousand lions. 

His eyes moved back to your face, and at this very moment, you chose to look at him. Your eyes met, and his expression was, as always, unreadable. Was he bored? Upset? Annoyed? At this point you were pretty sure he didn’t know any better. But it seemed a bit different this time, you could’ve sworn you saw his lower lid twitching slightly. 

You decided to turn your attention back to the teacher— or at least pretend to, for a while, and it lasted for a whopping fifty seconds. Efforts had been made! You deemed yourself deserving of a little treat, and an attempt was made to look at Rayne once again.

His eyes were still on you. Now it really felt like he was upset. You were used to his icy glare but it was getting a little uncomfortable, and so, as one does, you had a great shitty idea. You decided that stretching your back could maybe help you release some of this discomfort, and your button, may it rest in peace, gave up on its sole task of keeping your shirt closed. 

You couldn’t tell where it went at all. In fact, you didn’t even notice, but you did feel a little more comfortable now that your chest area was no longer being compressed, except it was in a literal meaning now, and not just figuratively speaking. You could still feel Rayne’s eyes on you, and decided that you wouldn’t look at him for the rest of this oh so boring class.

What you hadn’t noticed was that his eyes were no longer on your face, but rather on the missing button’s previous spot. “Is she so dumb she can’t take care of her clothing?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that he could now clearly see your bra. 

He could see that one mesmerising spot where your breasts were pushing in a wondrous effort to get out of their insufferable lace prison. In fact, pretty much anyone could’ve seen it if they had turned around, but it seemed this professor was either hypnotic or soporific because everyone was staring in his direction. 

You were then blissfully unaware of the fact that Rayne was now leading an internal battle. He had to get his eyes off of your cleavage, for your breasts were not the only things screaming for freedom anymore. Ah, perhaps Rayne was also bad at laundry, because his pants felt increasingly tight the longer he stared at you.

Divine Visionary or not, he was but a man, and what power does a man hold when presented with sweet bosoms? None. That’s right. He tried to think about anything else. Rabbits? His little brother, Finn? The concerning relationship Lance had with his little sister? The way alcoholism thrived amongst the ranks of the State police? No matter what went through his head, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He had to do something about it, and you were probably not escaping this one.

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As soon as the bell rang, he closed his coat as much as he could, and grabbed your arm before you could leave, and this time you could tell he was pretty upset. Why? How could you know? You didn’t know anything. Had your head not been attached to your shoulders, you would’ve probably lost it already. 

Instead of giving you any sort of explanation, he immediately dragged you with him. Your life felt like a movie that was playing in front of your eyes. My time has come, you thought, but… not quite.

You found yourself in Rayne’s dorm room, locked in with him. His roommate wasn’t there, and it was clear this crime would leave no witnesses. 

It took him half a second to remove his coat and— oh. You were suddenly in Egypt.

Everything was there: the stone hard pyramid, the Sphinx (that seemed ready to pounce on you), and the heat. Oh boy, the heat. As a very refined lady (yes you are), you brought your hand to your chest in indignation, and oh, how distraught you felt when you realised that your beloved chest button was nowhere to be seen. It was all starting to make sense.

Without a word, he pushed you against the wall and his lips met yours in a rough, steamy kiss. Your whole body felt like it was on fire; his toned chest was pressing against yours and breaking your buttons further, his clothed erection was slightly rubbing against your clit through your panties and his hands roamed your body hungrily while his tongue left no corner of your mouth unexplored.

It was all a lot to take in but it felt so intoxicating, the way his large hands held onto your hips to keep you from squirming too much underneath his passionate touch, and how his teeth were grazing against your lips while a mixture of both your salivas dripped from the corner of your mouth. 

His body was grinding against yours like waves on the beach, and both your breathings were becoming increasingly noisy. Only after long, delicious minutes of this make-out session did he break the kiss, panting for air, as he looked into your eyes with a lustful gaze you were now used to seeing.

It wasn't your first time pushing his buttons like this, and it certainly wasn't your last.

“You did it on purpose, admit it.”

Whaaat, you? Pfffft, never! But… let’s just say you’re not usually that bad at doing your laundry.

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smol reminder that i am very bored and i also take requests for mashle, hsr, genshin, jjk, elsword, tower of fantasy...

xoxo

[angelsknifeprty]

streamer!ellie hcs ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

a/n: this is more focused on ellie and less on ellie x reader but i am for sure gonna follow this up with something else more focused on the both of you >:3

warnings | mentions of weed, the smallest hint towards struggling with eating if you squint

word count: 698

do not buy tlou | ways to help palestine | operation olive branch

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ started off posting unlisted videos of her playing games with the stupidest, shittiest editing ever for you and her friends to watch and later decided to give streaming a try

‎ ‧₊˚౨ৎ starts off her twitch channel as a faceless streamer but does a face reveal when she hits a big milestone

‧₊˚౨ৎ has the creeper mini fridge for sure!!

‧₊˚౨ৎ has a ginger cat named garfield that she exclusively calls garfunkel on stream because her viewers made fun of her for garfield being too unoriginal

“guys, what do you mean it’s unoriginal, look at him. that’s literally garfield, the real deal. you’re all haters.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ plays a bunch of different games: minecraft obviously, fortnite, roblox (and argues with kids on there, you can’t tell me any different). also loves fnaf, elder scrolls and resident evil

‧₊˚౨ৎ more on her liking resident evil, i think she’s not super wimpy when it comes to games like that but she HATES the regenerators from the re4 remake (i’m totally not projecting…)

“i am NOT a wimp, but look at their freaky fucking arms!! and they have gross little butts too, that was not a necessary choice for the character design.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ she does find it funny when she kills them and they jiggle as they fall on the ground though

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ i’m throwing it in here that she smokes weed because i simply cannot help myself teehee :P

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she does more chill streams of her eating n stuff as a way of comforting her viewers so they can eat along with her )):

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ and in turn chat always spams her with comments to drink water because that girl survives purely on energy drinks to combat her sleepy girl syndrome

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ abuses the soundboard so heavily, loves using a sound effect of an audience clapping and cheering when she tells the most painfully unfunny joke

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she is ABSOLUTELY a jerma985 fan

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ loves putting her fans on blast and reacting to edits of her on stream and finds it so funny (especially the ones that have the reverb fart noise just randomly slapped in there, she thinks it’s peak humour)

“you guys think i don’t see this stuff? i have eyes everywhere. y’know what though, you guys are actually really talented.”

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ wears stupid t-shirts that say stuff like “i paused my game to be here” (omg i just found one that says “gamers make better lovers, they know all the right buttons” she would absolutely wear that)

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ she wears her silly t-shirts with pride and has the audacity to ask chat to rate how hard her fit goes

therealher0brine: BOOOOOO 🍅🍅🍅 0/10

elliebellie69: i beg that you don’t leave the house in that /lh  (╥﹏╥)

gnarpgnarp500: never beating the loser lesbian allegations i fear…

“guys you’re just not seeing the vision, sorry that you’re not this cool.”

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ oh my gosh she is OBSESSED with the little ikea alien, she has multiple of them in her room. she keeps one on her desk and when she sometimes doesn’t know what to say she’ll just hold it up super close to the camera and make incoherent high pitched babbling sounds

smelliams420: omg cancelled you can’t say that dude…

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ gets her viewers to send in clips and she’ll do high try not to laugh streams and fails miserably because she has the dumbest sense of humour ever. she’ll blame it entirely on the herb though as if her reaction wouldn’t be near enough the same when she’s sober

‧₊˚౨ৎ will occasionally play guitar on stream and she’ll sing too if you catch her in the right mood. she’s a bit awkward about it so it doesn’t happen often cuz she hates messing up and always makes a way bigger deal about it than necessary

“fuck- no wait, i was just messing with you. that fuck up was on purpose, shut up,” and her cheeks are flushed bright red as she tries to brush it off and compose herself before trying again

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ loves to get sidetracked and info dumps about stuff she is far too knowledgeable on

 ‧₊˚౨ৎ in conclusion, loser ellie supremacy

a/n: raghhh i love streamer els with my whole heart !!! i’m gonna eat her (˶˃⤙˂˶) anyways i hope you enjoyed, k bye mwah! >3< ♡

[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, Autism Parents stuff, drunk mention, infantilization)

So I don't have a degree in Graphic Design, but I do have a sense of general aesthetic. I figured that it's April. Let's rate, and potentially verbally tear apart and drag through the mud, some autism shirts and graphic designs, and I'll probably do a part 2, these scores are only semi-arbitrary: First up is this:

Already off the top, I am confusion because it seems to read "I wear puzzle cousin autism awareness". Sounds like whoever made this was drunk.

Puzzle pieces, ew.

The red, yellow, green, and blue look like the shades you'd see in elementary school, so that seems pretty infantilizing.

Autism Awareness, I am very much aware of my existence.

Final Score: 0 out of 10. Designer, go home; you're drunk.

Next we have this:

This one already has a slight advantage over the first because it's at least coherent in terms of the message.

Elementary school colors, but make it extra tacky.

Puzzle pieces; don't try to bullshit me by putting the autism awareness banner over it, I can see the other indents that make them puzzle pieces.

Once again, I am well aware of my own existence.

At least it's a smaller design.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10, and that's being generous.

Next one's not a shirt, but it still counts:

No blue so thank God for that.

This is up to personal preference, but to me, the person-first language is giving "I need to be reminded that someone is a person."

Puzzle pieces. Ew. Don't BS me, I can see them.

Walk down Autism Lane. (it's right below the word LOVE) Sorry, but we don't allow ableists on Autism Lane; you need to be a premium member and to be a premium member, you need to not be a dick.

The pumpkin disturbs me for some reason, and not in the Halloween way; I mean, it just straight-up disturbs me.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10. Bury it in a shallow grave.

Just found this one:

It's easy on the eyes at least.

No tacky elementary school colors.

No puzzle pieces.

The bunny's cute, but this also seems very infantilizing.

Person first language is a no for me.

Why are all of the is lowercase, but the others are uppercase?

Final Score: 5 out of 10. Not great, but not terrible.

Here we have simple:

Elementary school colors, but credit where credit's due; it's not terrible on the eyes.

Why is blessed on there three times?

One big-ass puzzle piece.

"Autism blesses" Yes, because being bullied by my peers, being indirectly told who I am is wrong, having the worst time making friends, always feeling like I'm never truly part of a friend group, being confused when some adults got mad at me, not having anyone to play with at 4 years old is an absolute fucking blessing. /s And that's the tip of the iceberg.

"Fun", "Sweet", "Cute".....it's the infantilization for me.

Final Score: 3 out of 10. No further elaboration.

Then there's this monstrosity:

I call this color Patronizing Paraprofessional Blue, aka the tackiest shade of blue ever.

It looks like something one of those older white suburban millennial moms would wear. Like something a Karen would wear to one of those autism walks or one of those social skills teachers who talk in that slowed-down patronizing kindergarten teacher tone with that fake-ass smile, no matter how old you are. You know the one I'm talking about, right? Yeah, they'd wear this.

Puzzle piece. Light It Up Blue. Ew.

We all know what organization this supports.

Final Score: -10 out of 10. Burn it.

Let's get in a good one to counter that abomination of a shirt and end part one on a higher note:

Nice simple design with a black background.

No tacky elementary school colors.

Identity-first language.

Really counters the....what the fuck would it be called? The UwU autism parent thing? ("I am his voice, he is my heart," "See the able, not the label," etc,.) It counters that.

The light sparkle around "a bitch" is chef's kiss.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. Perfection.

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Here is pt 2 of this

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In this story, she is Isagi's older sister. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What are you staring at? Acting like you saw a ghost." Sae said as he got up from the ground. (Y/n)'s face flushed in embarrassment and bowed.

"Sorry. I was just surprised!"

Sae kept quiet as she spoke, observing her face for a moment.

"You are that Isagi guy's friend? I saw you yell at him during the match." The redhead said bluntly, causing her to flinch a little.

"Ah... that... sorry for disturbing the game. And I am his sister."

"Sister? In that case, can I talk to you for a moment? It's concerning your brother."

(Y/n) blinked for a moment, but then slowly nodded her.

"Sure..."

As the duo kept talking, they didn't notice a pair of photographers, who were initially following Sae, look at them in an intrigued manner.

After about 30 minutes, and a punch to Oliver's gut, Isagi finally calmed down and they were both sitting on a bench in a nearby park. Isagi didn't talk much as he glared at Oliver while the older was explaining the situation to him. The U-20 captain was a little annoyed at the treatment Isagi was giving him, but he understood it... kind of.

'I guess I would have done the same if I saw my sister cry because of a guy... but damn, I didn't think he had a punch like thus one in him.' Oliver flinched, touching the sore spot on his stomach. Isagi was meanwhile lost in his thoughts, being torn between feeling sorry for Oliver and wanting to punch him again after hearing the reason why he made his sister cry.

'So that's why she was acting off back then. I honestly thought she just scored a bad grade on a final exam...'

"Why weren't you honest with my sis? You claim to love her, yet you couldn't be honest with how you really felt. You make 0 sense, Aiku." Isagi finally spoke up, sending a glare in his direction.

"I know that pretty well. I needed a year to understand what I did wrong."

"Why are you even doing all of this? Do you want her to come back to you? Or do you expect her to forget what had happened just because you apologized?-"

"Of course I don't expect her to forget what I did. I just... I don't know. I really miss her. (Y/n) deserved better than me, but I just can't forget her." Isagi stayed quiet, contemplating what to do with Oliver's explanation as the said boy continued speaking.

"I kind of wish I could travel back in time and delete that message,but that's sadly not something I can do."

"Well you are right about one thing. You definitely don't deserve my sister. And if I could, I would kill you now."

Oliver chuckled a little at Isagi's words as the boy continues.

"But, sis won't like the idea of me doing that. Even if she said all of those thing to you, I can tell she still likes you."

"You think?" Oliver spoke up, Isagi's words definitely getting him interested.

"I know my sis. When she loved someone once, she has a hard time hating them... even if they acted like a douchbag."

"I hope you are right..." The older boy let out a sigh, ignoring the last part. Isagi's glare softened a little and he got up from his spot to look down at Oliver.

"What?"

Isagi kept quiet for a moment, contemplating the idea that popped up in his head.

"I will help you get back with my sis. As much as I hate you right now, I know she still loves you."

'I don't see why, though.' Isagi thought to himself as he saw Oliver's eyes widen for a moment.

"You... you are serious? This isn't a joke, right?"

"I don't treat matters concerning my family as a joke. Especially something concerning (Y/n). So, either you accept or-"

"I accept. I accept." Oliver said, quickly getting up as well.

"Thank you, Isagi. I can never repay you."

Isagi said nothing as he kicked Oliver's leg, causing him to flinch a little.

"What was that for? Wasn't the punch to my stomach enough?"

"No. But I think its even now."

Oliver chuckled a little as the boy huffed.

"Don't screw this up, Aiku."

"So... you are still in Japan?"

"Is that a crime now?"

(Y/n) flinched at Sae's harsh tone, but spoke up anyway.

"Not really. But you always said in your interviews that there is nothing worth staying in Japan for." She reminded the boy as they walked on the sidewalk.

"I thought that prior to the match I had with Blue Lock. Now I do have a mission here. It's concerning your brother."

"A mission? Concerning Yoichi?" She raised an eyebrow at Sae's words as the boy continued.

"He has some impressive skills. I want him to join Royale in the near future."

"Huh?" (Y/n) was taken aback a little. Not used to hear THE Itoshi Sae of all people be interested in those things.

'He is so hard to read.' She thought.

"Do you, as his sister, know how to get him interested in the club?" Sae suddenly spoke up, looking back at her.

"Well... I think talking about what Royale has to offer might help. Yoichi's goal is to become the best, like his role model Noa. Maybe start with that." (Y/n) offered as Sae slowly nodded his head.

"But... is your teammate Leonardo Luna in Japan, too?" She asked the redhead.

"Him? No. Why?"

"Ahhh... I am just a huge fan of his. I would have loved to get an autograph from him." (Y/n) admitted with a flustered face as Sae stared at her for a moment. The boy kept quiet, finding her reasoning somewhat stupid, but then an idea hit him.

"I can help you get an autograph... if you help me with getting your brother interested in joining my team."

(Y/n) was taken aback by the offer, keeping quiet to look at Sae to make sure he was serious.

"Really?"

"Sure."

Sae stared at her for a moment, hoping the offer might help his case.

And sure enough it did. After a minute or two, (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Alright, you got a deal."

The next moment... the Isagi household was more than just a mess.

"Sis?! Why did you pick this prick?!" Yoichi yelled, leaving his phone on the table to run to (Y/n)'s room. Iyo and Issei's faces were a mix of confusion and horror.

"Oh my... can't believe (Y/n) picked Itoshi as her boyfriend... why didn't she tell me anything?" Iyo wondered, while Issei wasn't amused with the idea at all.

"I don't like this. Not at all. She is growing up too fast."

"She is 18, Issei." Iyo chuckled.

"So?!"

[zeldasnotes]

HI ! I saw your Sexy notes part 3 and i have an embarassing ask to ask . I have lilith in cancer but my breast are ugly couse they are small and my nipples are inverted ( yes, such thing exists ) I am super embarrased by them. I feel deformed and ugly and I am terriflyed to be seen naked even by a doctor let alone a lover . woman on porn AND on movies have pointy nipples - and that makes me feel even more as an ugly freak . So i want to ask is it becouse my lilith is in the 10 house? i dont know what this house deals with but is it couse of that that they are ugly? or is it becouse my chiron is in the 1 and that makes me have an ugly body ?(even tho i have read chiron in the 1 is about insecuritis related to the face or the whole body counts ?) i do have venus in the 8 but thats useless ! i just wonder couse one astrologer told me - with such placement (chiron 1) your lesson is to be kind to others and give them confidents and thats how you will heal... but i am confused ok i am kind to people , give compliments to others ,everyone tells me how amazing and kind i am , i am uplifting others BUT i still see myself as physically ugly- how the fuck me been kind to others is gonna make me feel sexy and pretty ?? like makes 0 sense ...sorry i dont wanna sound rude !!! - i just dont know what i am doing wrong? thank you for your notes tho , gives interesting information and its also you have a great unbias opinions and also you do all kinds of topics and that so fun and refreshing ! sorry for the terrible ask i will understand if you dont respond couse shit that is one weird ass ask (sorry again)

Hi! Ive seen a lot of Cancer Liliths be insecure about their breasts so I think its that placement making you extra insecure about that part. And then the Chiron 1st house makes you extra insecure. Chiron 1st house doesnt give an ugly body but it can make you insecure about your body. Venus 8th house is also one of the placement that makes you less likely to see your own beauty. Its actually scary how some placements can make someone see themselves different than how they really look. Ive seen so many people with the placements you just listed who felt insecure about themselves about certain features while others saw them as beautiful.

Lilith seems to have the same effect on the body part that rules the house it sits in. I have Lilith in the 8th house and I always felt insecure about my genitals even tho none of my partners commented something bad about them. My sister have Lilith in the 4th house and she had a boob job, my best friend had Lilith in the 9th house and she hated her legs.

And almost 90% of the women in the adult industry had their breasts and genitals done so dont ever compare yourself to them. But I know its hard not to😭💜

[factual-fantasy]

19 Asks! :00 Thank you! :DD 🧁

And now you see my frustration and lack of patience. <XDD

Its the easiest to follow boundary that I can think of. Yet people still wanna fuss about it and send me horrible messages and run me down. Calling me selfish, ungrateful, spoiled.. Its exhausting. :( 💔

Sorry, I don't take requests. :/

Do beasts like that exist in the game?? :00 Dang, that's spooky-

Well, I imagine that Seafoam, Octo, Louis and any other tough guy on the ship would go down there and weed it out. Dragging it up onto the deck so that Blue Beauty could snatch it and dispose if it however she needed to <XDD 💀

I must specify that my cookie run characters are not in "my version" of the world- <:0 as in I didn't create the world they live in and how it works-

These cookie characters are fan OCs for an existing game! And note, its a game that I know next to nothing about! <:( I only researched enough to make characters that might fit into that universe somewhat realistically,, other than that, I've got nothing! :(

So about a pirate community being led by a King or Queen of some other chocolate brands..?.. aaaaaa I have no idea! <:0 Its not my world! Does it fit? I don't know.. Sorry.. :(((

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you <:) but hey, I have high hopes that this trial will end within the next few weeks! :D ..I really hope it will :')

@neo-metalscottic

:DD No problem! While I am spending an unfortunate amount of my time just lounging around trying to feel better.. I at least want to get around to answering asks! Its darn near my favorite part of running this blog after all! <XDD

When it comes to the Commander, he is not meant to have any fancy powers like in the movie or from Kamek. Magic in my universe is meant to be a very complicated practice. Something that would take years of studying and training to perfect. At least to the level where it can be used reliably in combat.. What I mean by this, is I don't think there's any magic related tricks that the Commander could "pick up" or be taught.. Magic also has everything to do with a magikoopa's gem staff thing, soo... <://

Though I suppose that the "superspeed flight" and the "self destruct" aspect could be incorporated into the Blue Parakoopa species somehow.. Perhaps due to the shape of their winds and flying styles, they could be incredibly fast. And Since they are so big and sturdy, perhaps they have been known to rocket towards their enemy and come crashing down onto/into them with all their might. Completely obliterating what ever they happen to hit. Like an explosion! XD Hmm.. I might just adopt that XDD Thanks for the idea!

Also he might make for a decent sparring partner if he was asked to do so! :0 though that's not his primary job..

As for Larry, unfortunately I've thought about him the least amongst the Koopalings. :((( Though I do intend to keep his star mark somehow.. and I didn't know about the music thing! :0 My Larry definitely wouldn't be a DJ, but I could certainly add an interest in music into his character! :0 Sounds like you kind'a built a bit of Larry for me! XD

@kaylee4509

Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear it! :DD And "like spam", XDD there's no such thing on my blog! I consider it a huge compliment! :DD

@ripchaos69

:DD Thank you very much!! I'm glad you like what I've made!! :}} ✨💖✨

Me neither man, me neither. If someone else had set a boundary like that I would just drop it no questions asked. I don't get why its so hard for others to do the same.. and its such a small and simple boundary at that. It just baffles me, it really does. :'((

@petra-creat0r

I always knew/assumed that's why people harp on me so much about it. "All other artists like it. So why don't you like it? You make no sense."

I understand how everyone else sees it, but even then I wish people would get the message and just leave me alone about it. You know?

When I set a boundary, don't come into my ask box and question me about it. Don't start criticizing me or send me death threats or call me selfish and ungrateful. As has happened before..

Just read the boundary, "please do not make fanart of any kind for me" and then leave it/me alone. Its all I ask. :( I promise I would/will do the same for you, 💖

Thank you for the kind message and support, it really means a lot <:}

I'm doing by best every day to heal and work on myself as much as I can. I'm hoping to see improvements soon! <:}

@jennifergacha

Sorry, I don't take requests. But it sounds like you already have a good idea goin. Why not give it a go yourself? :0

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means the world!! :}} 💖

I have not :( I've seen and heard wonderful things about it though! No doubt its an awesome show :}}

@littlelightfish

WAAHAHAGG THANK YOU!! :DDD Nothing means more to me than to see people so passionate about my original characters! My ORIGINAL! CHARACTERS!! 😭😭💖💖💖 IM SO HONORED!!

XDD No no don't worry! You're fine! :}

Now, I do advise that people don't shove headcannons onto my charaters- BUT! I say this because in the past people have shipped my original characters together and have put mental illness and sexuality headcannons on themm.. which is just not ok. It made me super uncomfortable and should be a no brainer. Don't do that with peoples personal characters unless they say they are ok with it-

But this is a bit different, taking what I've already established and just gushing about it/digging into it a little deeper is alright! Honestly its such an honor! :DD It makes me very happi :}}} 💖💖

@jayden-for-now

@komikudikentalendo

:(( I been goin through it ngl. But I'm sure in a few weeks and maybe after I get a couple good rainy days under my belt? I'll be back to my old squiggly self :}

@beryl-shade (First link/video in question) (Second link/video in question)

I like to look at my cookie crew through more "serious" glasses. I don't think they ever would be involved in a coordinated musical number..

But even if they were, I'm not too sure how they'd react/feel.. :( I know Octo and Spidercrab wouldn't be having a good time though, that's for sure! XDD

[kkumawrites]

Here Kitty, Kitty ― Chapter Four CW: food mentions WC: 1.3k

You were sitting in the campus quad, flipping through your chemistry book before class, going over some notes when someone slips into the seat next to you. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to look over, knowing already it was one of the werewolf brothers. He’s already looking at you with a small smirk on his face and all you do is blink at him, questioning why he was suddenly here, sitting next to you. 

“Hey, I’m Junhui. It’s nice to meet you, I think you’ve met some of my brothers?” He asks with a quick flip of his hair and he moves his arm so it’s casually hanging off the bench behind you.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Yeah, I could tell. You reek the same as them,” A lie, but he didn’t have to know that. His scent was muskier, a hint of something tangy underneath like citrus and it makes your mouth water for just a second.

You introduce yourself nonchalantly, trying to push down the immediate pull you feel towards him, still vehemently denying the attraction you felt for any of them. Jun scoots a little closer to you and the grip you have on your textbook becomes tighter, your heart beating faster as his scent wraps around you. He still has a smirk on his face and you so badly want to wipe it off his face, preferably with your lips. Wait. No. God damnit, can the pull just leave you alone for ONE second? 

“Why do you look so nervous? Sorry, am I too handsome?” The comment pushes you back to your senses as you roll your eyes at the wolf, closing your textbook and pushing it into your bag before moving to stand up. 

“Careful there, wouldn’t want someone to deflate that ego of yours darling,” A cat-like grin appears on your face as you start to walk away, giving him a small wave goodbye. “See you around, Jun,” The way you say his name sends shivers down his spine and all he can do is watch you walk away with awe.

You:  1 Wolves: 0 ────── 〔✿〕────── 

When you arrive at your chemistry class your headache only grows as you notice the only open seat left is next to yet another brother, one you haven’t met yet. You’re not 100% sure how many there are, but you know that there are far too many of them - never able to escape their scent that’s all over campus, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, you’re not too bothered about it. 

You make your way to your seat, trying to sit as far away from him as possible, totally not checking out the pretty boy with perfect complexion and a stupidly cute smile on his face. Instead you try to keep your focus on the professor even though it’s hard when you know he’s staring straight at you with no shame. He’s got longer hair and honestly, prettier than a lot of the girls you’ve seen around campus - his scent is woodsy and warm, with a hint of something sweet, like roasting smores by a campfire. 

“Alright, I sure hope you like who you’re sitting next to, because they’re gonna be your lab partner for the semester,” Your professor’s monotone voice cuts through the classroom and at his words you let out a small sigh of defeat, turning to face the brother you haven’t met yet. He’s got a smile on his face, though it’s definitely more of a smirk, one that’s similar to the one on the brother you met earlier. 

“I’m Jeonghan. We haven’t been properly introduced,” He holds out his hand for you which you reluctantly take, ignoring the electricity that shoots down your spine at just a simple touch. 

You introduce yourself, adding on a quick “but I have a strange feeling that you already knew that,” at the end of your sentence. He responds with a small chuckle, the smirk on his face morphs into a more shy smile that you can’t help but think suited him much more. 

“Oops, caught red handed,” 

“Behave yourself, I don’t need your alpha getting mad at me again,” You shudder at the thought, really not wanting to even think about getting scolded by Seungcheol again - not sure if you’d survive another confrontation with the angry wolf. 

“Ah, don’t worry about cheol, he’s a little uptight,” 

Still, you grimace at the thought of being the source of his anger - not 100% sure why he even seemed to hate your guts already. Besides you know, perhaps goading him a little with the werewolf comment. 

Yeah, you definitely wanted to avoid Seungcheol at all costs. ────── 〔✿〕────── 

In order to avoid the chaos of the campus cafeteria (and perhaps a few certain werewolves) you had decided to eat outside for a change. A quick cursory glance around the open area, you spot a nice big tree that gives off some nice shade and it’s the perfect spot. When you walk a little closer your nose twitches slightly as you catch the scent of used books and espresso, enticing you further. Although you were supposed to be avoiding the brothers, the male in question seemed much more interested in his book than you, not even looking up when you came closer. So you decide there’s no harm in sitting here as you settle down on the roots of the enormous tree. 

His eyes dart up to meet yours and you can see the small ghost of a smile that makes you want to return the small gesture. You do your best to ignore him and the rising blush that threatens to color your cheeks just from having the attractive male glance in your direction. Surprisingly you’re able to maintain your cool composure as you eat your lunch in silence, scrolling idly on your phone. He takes the hint well, returning his attention back to the book but it still doesn’t stop him from stealing noticeable glances at your figure every once in a while. 

The silence is rather pleasant, a calm, content air between the two of you. His scent was starting to make your brain a little foggy, trying to resist the urge to just scoot a little closer to get a deeper whiff. The atmosphere makes you feel light, ready to get through the rest of your classes with little to no more annoyances.

It doesn’t last long when Mingyu insists on walking you home for no reason, following you around like a lost puppy. You definitely were not imagining the taller male with a wagging tail behind him as he trailed after you. You already knew Mingyu’s goal was to get more information out of you, but you expertly dodged questions and gave him vague answers that had him pouting and honestly more confused than he already was. 

When he had returned to the pack house, Seungcheol was less than pleased with his brother who continued to disobey his rules, having easily smelled you on the taller the moment he walked through the door. Seungcheol knew it was pointless though to scold the younger, who wasn’t even paying any attention to his alpha. Defeated, he had excused Mingyu (who immediately ran up to his room) and turned his attention to the window.

He could see Joshua sitting under the big tree in the front yard, something the calmer wolf enjoyed doing, so that in itself wasn’t unusual. What was strange was that he was currently sitting with a cat in his lap, a pristine white collar around its neck that contrasted starkly to its shiny black fur. Seungcheol could not think of a single time ANY of his brothers had shown any interest in cats, considering their dog-like nature.

He could feel the signs of a budding headache building in his temple, fingers coming to soothe at the tense skin of his forehead. 

What on earth was going on with his brothers?

[mus-xpart-a]

Biology in Evangelion: Angel blood is blue, so why is Tabris’ red? - A theory

To start this off: 

This is about the original series + EoE, so any Lore or Explanations added or changed by the rebuilds is not acknowledged. 

This heavily relies on my interpretation, which does slightly alter the meanings of certain terms

My knowledge on biology ends at 8th grade so I’m sorry if any of this is painfully wrong / explained very poorly.

I have never had any training when it comes to writing in english so this is all over the place and has many grammar errors

Introduction

The other day I thinking about the difference between lilim / human and the seed of Adam. Specifically their blood. Beings of Adam (angels) have blue blood and beings of Lilith (humans/Lilim) have red blood.

Sooo… why does Kaworu / Tabris have red blood? We know he has red blood because of his eyes (red eyes are when there is no pigment and the light reflects the blood cells), and after unit 1 squishes him and is being cleaned off we see her hand is covered in RED blood. (Like I said earlier this is just about the original series & EoE, but I find it important to note that there is no ignoring the fact that his blood is VERY red in the rebuilds as well)

Tabris is of Adam, shouldn’t his blood be blue? If his blood is red, does that mean he’s less of an Angel? Is he really an Angel at all? I thought about these questions for far too long, and actually got quite frustrated at some points due to what seemed to be inconsistencies, until I realised it all makes sense.

Tabris does not have the biology of an angel, but that doesnt change the fact that he is one. Why is that?

What is an Angel?

Before I get too into it, I want to define what an Angel is in Evangelion. What an angel is, is defined by the characters in the show without knowing the big picture. The definition being the 15 children of Adam are Angels. In my interpretation an Angel is any and every being directly related to Adam. So Lilith isn’t an angel, and its offspring and clones aren’t either. They are Humans / Lilim. As an example following this logic, Evangelion Unit 1 (clone of Lilith) and all Lilim (offspring of Lilith) are not angels, and Adams children (Sachiel, Ramiel, Sandalphon etc) as well as Unit 0 and Unit 2 (clones of Adam) are.

I am very aware that Lilith is referred to as an Angel (specifically as the second Angel), but that is only because, like I said earlier, the characters that defined what an angel is didn’t really have the big picture in mind, nor did they have much information to go off of. Lilith isn’t of Adam, so it doesn’t make sense for it to be called an Angel. The humans found it after finding Adam, so they just assumed they are the same.

About clones

We know clones inherit the biology of their source body, even if the clone itself isn’t a 1to1 copy. So for example Rei is a clone of a Lilim (Yui), so her blood is red. As seen in her eyes and the bandages covering her many many injuries throughout the series are stained red. There’s no denying it, reis blood is red. This makes sense.

And this isn’t just for Humans / Lilim, it also applies to beings of Adam. We see this with unit 2 (a clone of Adam) in her fight with Zeruel and in EoE when she fights the mass produced Evas that her blood is also the lovely shade of blue associated with angels. (Note: To my knowledge we never see unit 0s blood, but if anyone has some scenes from the original series where we do see her bleed, let me know). 

The blue blood is not something unique to Unit 2. We never see Adam bleed, however we do see that his offspring (not clones, but still related) do in fact have blue blood. Unit 1s fight with Sachiel in the second episode shows and confirms this best. This is why angels are “Pattern Blue”. It’s for their blue blood type. 

Clone "genetics"

(We get a bit more into my personal interpretations here, but bear with me.)

Everything related to Lilith has red blood and everything related to Adam has blue blood. 

…Right? Well, not always. 

An example of this not always being completely being true is the same example I used earlier. Unit 2. Unit 2 is also related to Lilith.

Yes, she is a clone of Adam, but her soul is from Asuka’s mom, a Lilim. Unit 2 in my opinion is better described as being related to Lilith because of her soul. Who you are is determined by your soul and not necessarily your body.

So, she is related to Lilith and Adam simultaneously. But is better described as of Lilith despite being biologically of Adam.

So Clones biology is determined by the source BODY and not the biology of the original souls host, despite the souls source being better used to describe who / what the person or being is.

Where am I going with this? 

Personally I believe that Kaworu is also clone of a Lilim. Which is why he can pass as human, and looks so similar to Rei. Both having red eyes, pale skin, light hair, a thinner body, and looking rather sickly. Now, I do not know if this is canon or not, but if it isn’t ever outright stated it’s pretty heavily implied in my opinion. 

Tabris says that Rei is “like him”. And he isn’t referring to the fact he’s an Angel, because Rei isn’t an angel. She has Liliths soul. Lilith isn’t an angel. But she also isn’t really Lilith. Yes, she is the Vessel for its soul but they are still referred to as different beings. Just like how Kaworu is the vessel for Adams soul, but Tabris and Adam are seen as seperate beings, seperate Angels even.

So, he must be referring to the fact that they are both clones of Lilim housing the souls of other beings, Lilith and Adam respectively. 

Who Tabris is a clone of is a mystery. I personally like the theory that it’s Dr. Katsuragi (Misatos dad) but in the end it’s irrelevant. What’s relevant is that he is a clone of a Lilim. And like i determined earlier, clones inherit their biology from the source of the body, and not the biology of what originally housed their soul. 

In conclusion:

Despite his soul being (of) Adam and being an angel, due to the fact that he is a clone of a Lilim, Tabris’ blood is red, and not Blue.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! The first kiss prompts, would you do one for Commander Cody?

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself

Would be so cute. The man deserves love and kisses. Please and thank you!!

Hihi~ Thank you for your request!!

Euphoria

Summary: You and Cody reunite after being apart for almost four months.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 1124

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope this meets the vibe you're going for. But I totally agree that Cody needs much more love, and all of the kisses~

divider by saradika

It has been 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since the last time you saw your Cody. One of the more…annoying…side effects of dating a Marshal Commander means that his brothers need him to be there. 

If you were a lesser person, you would whine and complain about having to spend some much time alone. But you’re not a lesser person, and, in fact, your Cody warned you what dating him would entail before you started dating him.

So you walked into this with your eyes wide open, and you have no regrets.

Because Cody is practically perfect in every way. Kind and good. Clever and fun. A wicked sense of humor. Strong and protective, without sliding into the creepy possessive that had been a genuine concern at the start of the relationship.

That’s not even mentioning the fact that he looks at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky, which is only fair because you look at him the same way-

You release a lovesick sigh, and you lightly trail your fingers over the wooden pendant that Cody carved for you and gave you on your first date with him. A first date that got interrupted less than fifteen minutes after it started with an emergency comm from General Kenobi, and Cody had to run with an apology and a beg for a rain check. 

You’re, maybe, a little salty towards General Kenobi about that. Just a little.

Your head lands on your kitchen table with a thump, you hadn’t even gotten a kiss out of Cody yet. And damn it, you wanted to kiss him. Or to be kissed by him. Or some combination of both.

Because of his position, Cody isn’t able to comm you as much as either of you would prefer. Though he does send you a short message every day. Or he tries to.

The last one you received was three days ago, a simple message saying that he missed you and that he had a surprise for when he got back. And then…nothing. 

You’ve been sending him messages, of course. Pictures of amusing things you’ve seen outside, pictures of the new outfit you bought, a bunch of little heart emojis…and still nothing. No response at all.

You stand your comm up on the edge and stare at the screen. 0 notifications, battery at 7%...whoops, you should take care of that.

You push your chair away from the table, grab your comm, and walk several feet to the docking station in the living room. You fiddle with the device and your comm, and then you carefully set the device down once the battery light starts indicating that it’s charging.

You turn back to your kitchen, you really do need to make something to eat, when your doorbell chimes. And you sigh and your head falls back. Even odds is that it’s your downstairs neighbor, coming back upstairs to yell at you for living in your own apartment.

The door chimes again, and you groan, “Just a minute!” You call, crossing your apartment as quickly as you can to pull open the door, “Look, Mister Alobe, you cannot yell at me for existing in my own apartmen-” You stop and blink at the man on the other side of the door. He is definitely not ancient Mister Alobe.

Cody grins boyishly, “Surprise, cyare,”

You make a noise of delight, “Cody!” You fling your arms around his neck, and he stumbles backwards, his arms sliding securely around your waist to support your weight as you hook your legs around his waist. “You’re back!”

“I am back,” He agrees as he carries you into your apartment, and absently hits the door control panel to shut and lock the door behind him, “Sorry I didn’t let you know.”

You shake your head as you press your face against his neck, inhaling the scent of Cody. He smells like the fire-retardant of his blacks, gun oil, and the cheap soap that he uses while deployed. He smells like Cody. “Is okay,” You finally say, “Just glad that you’re here.”

He sets you back on your feet, but you keep yourself wrapped around him, and you feel him laugh, “Someone’s clingy.” Cody’s voice is lightly teasing, but his arms remain tightly around you as well.

“Shh. I missed you,” You reply as you tighten your grip around him. 

“I missed you too, cyare.” Cody murmurs in your ear, “Thought about you every day.”

“Did you?” you ask as you finally pull your face away from his neck, so you’re able to look him in the eye.

“Mm. Reading your messages to me was my favorite part of the day,” Cody admits. His hands slide up your sides, over your shoulders and the side of your neck, to cup your face. He smiles at you, warm and gentle, “But, I promised you a surprise, didn’t I?”

You nod eagerly.

“Okay, close your eyes.” Cody murmurs.

“You’re not going to put, like, frogs in my hands are you?” You ask, even as you obediently close your eyes.

“Spoken like someone with a little brother,” Cody replies with a laugh, “No, where would I even keep a frog on me, cyare?”

“My brother seemed to have the magical ability to just materialize them from nowhere,” You joke, “Maybe you have the same superpower.”

“Well, it’s not a frog. Promise. It’s nothing gross at all.” He rubs small circles just under your ear, “Are you ready?”

“Yep!”

“Good,” And then his lips are on yours. 

Cody kisses with the same intensity that he does everything else in his life. And you…well, you melt into him, and into his kiss. It’s everything you’ve wanted, and it’s better than you ever imagined.

And then he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, and you open your eyes. And you’re unable to stop the wide grin that crosses your face. You feel giddy, almost. And judging by the matching wide grin on Cody’s face, he’s feeling the same way.

“How was that?” He asks.

“Mm…you know, I think we should try again,” You breath out, “Testing is an important part of forming a conclusion. Scientific method and…things.”

“You just want to kiss me again,” He accuses, but his grin hasn’t faded.

“Oh, absolutely,” You agree shamelessly, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for…oh…three and a half months now.”

“Well, I suppose I have three and a half months worth of kisses to make up on.” He tilts your head back, and crashes his lips against yours again, and delight surges through you.

He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. And you tighten your hold around him…after all, you need him just as much.

[consistentsquash]

Author Love Letter - Scarlet

Folks, definitely chime in you want to add stuff because a lot of folks have probably met Scarlet in different contexts!

Also it's like 4am here so my spag and everything is going to be pretty bad. Sorry about that.

Scarlet, @givereadersahug on Tumblr and emeraldlove on AO3. Powerhouse of a human, brilliant multiship and multifandom writer, moderator, fest runner, community builder, absolute role model. 0% drama, 100% love. People first always. The Queen of giving without expectation.

We were like talking about having a Rec Fest sometime back in March 2023. Of course I was 100% talk 0% action. But Scarlet actually got a lot of great folks involved, started the fest, got comods to help out and literally just made it happen. That's a good TLDR intro: Make Things Happen Behind the Scenes. Like an iphone or something. Scarlet behind the scenes = it was going to work 100% without problems.

When I think about Snarry fandom, like any big and old fandom we have different folks with different strengths/contributions. Great writers, artists, podficcers, organizers. But it's pretty hard to find somebody whose first priority is making the fandom thrive because we are fans/fan creators, pretty attached to the stuff we are doing, we have time limits because fandom is a hobby and we have to prioritize between creating and community building a lot of times. Scarlet really said Community First, People First. I don't even know how to explain it but 0% transactional vibes.

Making space for people. Meeting folks where they are at. Obviously introverts have a hard time in communities sometimes. Some folks learn how to handle it. No judgment here because these experiences can be subjective. But I have seen Scarlet go the extra mile for folks who are new/introverted/feeling imposter syndrome/going through some complicated fandom experiences. Just being there for them and supporting them to get started.

Also a brilliant writer of darkfic!!! Scarlet's darkfic shorts are some of my all time favs because of how dark/delicious/intense they are. These fics really give me 2000s dirtyhotbadwrong vibes because of how totally out and proud they are about their fiction is not reality vibe. Tons of range and lots of genres but the darkfics get my special love because they are just dirtybadhotwrong shameless amazingness. Check out In His Bed to get a sense for that unique vibe! Her community building and cheerleading wins are huge but also her darkfic writing is some of my all time fav.

Also Queen of Attention to Detail. I have read some fests with her and she guessed authors just like that during anon phase. Just incredible observation Sherlock Holmes style.

My fav fest memory is doing Snapecase reading with her. She guessed the author for Candles Lit Against the Dark, @perverse-idyll based on the title because she noticed/connected a lot of the flame/shadow imagery in the author's other Snarry fics. I am pretty good about guessing some authors myself because I can identify their style but guessing from the title is advanced superpowers. I can't even!! So extra, Scarlet. So totally extra and I love love love <3

Another fav memory I have is about analyzing fics with her. When HotD was airing eldritcher's Ossuarium was being written episode by episode. It was an insane time. We had a brilliant time analyzing those fics :D We were both passionate but Scarlet was so extra passionate, noticed tons of detail that was totally lost on me, really good at connecting the dots, just a hardcore close reader.

Also dead dove fics! 100% supporter of folks writing dead dove, incest, darkfics.

Also reccing older fics! Her Dudley phase was insane and she was finding fics from like 2000s on wayback just like that with some superhuman skills. On like websites I didn't even know existed. Really Sherlock Holmes <3

Also smaller fests. Scarlet supported a ton of Dreamwidth fests and got new folks to join them/introduced them to Dreamwidth culture and literally was the bridge between different types of fandom culture a lot of times.

Also reccing fic! Her recs for For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight and also for @wilfriede's podfics have so much love/passion/enthusiasm and I just love those works 2x because of the emotional connect of her reccing <3

Also nwhiker! I really got into this author's Snack fic, Second Life because of Scarlet's passionate, passionate reccing. When Scarlet got into something the reccing happened with big big love and for me that was like the best thing ever because folks who love things with big love are just super special <3

Also my concrit buddy for movies. Ingmar Bergman to Audrey Hepburn to Past Lives just a total knowledge wikipedia about movies/movie making/movie meta/movie crit. I really changed my perspective about movies after learning from her. Also shows! Watching HotD and doing episode reviews with Scarlet is like one of my best memories ever ever ever <3 Also books!

Also moderator of Snarry discords like @houseofsnarry, participated, started and ran a ton of communities and fests including the @hprecfest which is just finishing this week <3 <3

If I have to describe Scarlet in like one word I am going to say Connection. 100% about connection, 100% heart led. So special. Love, love, love.

pic source Los Angeles Street Art photography by bigcitiesbrightlights

[unreliablesnake]

Timing (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: Ghost apologizes for getting touchy with you, but doesn't realize your problem isn't what he did, but rather what he didn't do. You escape into Gaz's arms, and when Ghost finds out about the two of you, he silently loses it.

part 0 / part 1

Note: Some of you asked for it, I was already planning it, so heeeeeeeere you go! A little Gaz x reader can be found in it.

Warnings: Afab!reader. Mentions of sex. It's not smut, but they're talking about it.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up at Ghost with a frown, wondering if you'd heard him right. Did he just apologize? Your mind was going through your memories at record speed, looking for any situation that required such an act from him. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"For what?" you asked him, confusion probably clearly visible on your face.

"For getting a little touchy with you in the hangar," he replied, ashamed.

What hangar? His words just confused you even more, by now you had no idea what was happening here. Then suddenly you remembered. That day, when the Shadows joined you. "That was almost a month ago. Why now? Did you undergo some sexual harassment training that made you think?"

"Careful," he growled, making you back away from him. After a short break, he took a deep breath, thinking about how to phrase what he had in mind. "Because things have been weird between us since then. What I did was inappropriate, especially since I'm your higher up," he said in the end.

Inappropriate? Maybe. But did it feel good? Oh, it did. You could still feel the way the skin on your knees burned under his touch, how badly you wanted him to be bold, to make a move on you. But Graves interrupted you before you could find out whether or not he would do anything.

How could he think that bothered you? Hadn't he seen the lust in your eyes? Hadn't he sensed what you wanted? "And you think that's the problem?" you asked him, suddenly sounding sad.

"Yes."

"No," you corrected him.

Ghost's eyes mirrored his confusion when you turned around to walk away. "Wait." You came to a halt, but didn't dare to turn around just yet. "If you're so smart, why don't you enlighten me?" he asked, almost pleading.

"There are some things you need to figure out alone."

With an annoyed groan, the lieutenant grabbed your shoulder and forcefully turned you around to face him. "Don't do this."

"I'm not doing anything," you replied with a huff as you folded your arms over your chest.

"You're playing your little mind games with me and I don't like it. I'm not Graves, you don't impress me with this," he spat angrily.

Mind games? And did he really have to bring up Graves? Wait, was he jealous of what you had with him? "Excuse me?" you asked slowly, taking a threatening step forward.

He realized his mistake and held up his hands as he looked down at you from behind the mask. "Sorry," he offered quietly.

"Is there anything else?"

"No. There's not."

"Am I dismissed?" you asked impatiently.

There was something in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher. Something like the mixture of longing, sadness, and regret. But while you saw this, you were also too angry to worry about his feelings. You just wanted to leave and be alone with your thoughts.

In the end the lieutenant broke the silence. "Yes, you're dismissed," he said.

••••••

Soap plopped down next to you on the sad, dirty old couch someone had placed in the building you used as your base of operation a long time ago. He didn't say anything, only pulled up one knee to turn to you, watching you in silence for a while.

It was annoying, the way he kept his bright eyes on you, leading you to believe he wanted something from you. "What?" you asked after you had enough of the silence, closing the lid on the e-book reader you had in your hand.

"You've been suspiciously quiet on the comms lately," he informed you, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

"You two still entertain each other, you have nothing to worry about."

Rolling his eyes, he put an arm on the backrest of the couch and poked your shoulder playfully. "Yeah, but it's not the same without you."

With an annoyed sigh, you signaled him to lean closer, as if you were about to let him in on a conspiracy. "I talk as much as needed. No more, no less," you told him quietly.

"Oh, come on. Just tell me what's wrong. Did we offend you or something?"

You leaned your head back to look at the ceiling. You wished you could tell him the truth, that you were mad at Ghost for not seeing what you wanted from him. It was slowly eating you up from the inside, the need to be touched by him, to feel his lips all over your body. Just once. Was it too much to ask for?

But you couldn't tell Soap any of that, no matter how good your relationship with him was. When you noticed Gaz coming in your direction out of the corner of your eye, you reached out to intercept him by grabbing his waist.

"Gaz, save me, please," you pouted theatrically. "Soap doesn't leave me alone."

He let out a laugh and sat on the armrest of the couch next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "What are you going on about again?" he asked Soap teasingly.

The thing is, Graves was just a friend, Soap was like a brother, Ghost made it clear a few weeks ago that he didn't want you, and Price was off-limits as the captain. But Gaz was there, always nice, always helpful, always the knight in shining armor. So you started flirting with him recently, happy to see him doing the same in return. Yes, he was sort of like a backup plan, but it didn't mean you didn't have a soft spot for him.

"I'm just telling her that she's way too quiet on the comms. How do we know she's okay if she's not talking to us?" Soap repeated what he had just told you too.

Gaz looked down at you with his head slightly tipped to the side, as if he was waiting for you to say something to defend yourself. But you only raised your hands and shrugged, refusing to elaborate on why you didn't feel like talking to them. Well, talking to Ghost.

"Are you answering them?" Gaz asked you as he slowly moved his hand from your shoulder to the back of your neck, gently tugging on your hair to make you look up at him.

"Yes. I just don't engage in their stupid banters," you pointed out breathlessly, your eyes now glued to his face. He gave you an almost disapproving look, something you weren't expecting to see. "Come on, don't tell me Price also tires you with stupid jokes."

Gaz laughed at this. "He has his moments, trust me." You flashed a small smile at him, having a hard time imagining the captain cracking one of Ghost's sick jokes. "Okay, how about getting you some caffeine?" he asked.

When he ran a finger down your spine, careful not to let Soap notice it, you cleared your throat and tried to keep yourself together. You nodded eventually, slowly standing up and flashing an apologetic smile at the other sergeant for leaving him there. But you wanted to leave, you wanted to talk about anything other than the lieutenant.

••••••

Ghost went outside with Price when he wanted to smoke a cigar and discuss the next day's plans, just to see if they were seeing eye to eye. When they were done, the lieutenant decided to stay outside, taking a walk around the building in the chilly night air.

That's how he stumbled upon you and Gaz near the shed-like thing close to the building. The sergeant had you pinned against the wall, one hand holding your wrists above your head, another lost under your shirt as he cupped your breast. His lips barely left yours, as if this kiss was your way of breathing, surviving.

This was the second time he heard you make those sounds, the needy but satisfied moans that clearly told your partner you wanted more. He couldn't decide what was worse: having no idea who made you feel this good, or knowing perfectly well who your current lover was.

He began to wonder if this was a normal relationship or another friends with benefits arrangement.

Soon he heard you whisper something to Gaz between kisses, something he couldn't hear from where he was standing, but when the sergeant let go of your hands and you sank on your knees in front of him, it became obvious that you wanted to give him a blowjob.

It was too much for Ghost.

He wished it was him. He wished he could grab a fistful of your hair and impale your pretty mouth on his cock. He wished he could taste your cunt. He wished he could feel your warm insides against his fingers. He wished he could fuck you until you were begging him to stop.

There were so many things he wanted to do to you, with you, but somehow you always had someone when he realized that. First Graves, now Gaz. He wondered if it would ever change.

•••••

Taglist: @actuallyanita @emily2003alzaga

[dahliaslove]

Hi love!! I was wondering if you could write headcanon aboht snuggle and tickle fights with Stu macher, billy loomis, and Thomas Hewitt

HC’S: SNUGGLE / TICKLE FIGHTS WITH SLASHERS

⭑ authors note: i was a little confused on what a snuggle fight is but hopefully i did your request justice! also i added in billy lenz because i feel he’d be fun to have a tickle fight with

⭑ warnings: gender neutral reader, i don’t really capitalize a lot sorry, billy and stu get competitive with it, but that’s it i think

⭑ characters: thomas hewitt, billy loomis, stu macher, and billy lenz

THOMAS HEWITT

- i feel like you would have to be the one to initiate this because i doubt thomas has ever even had a tickle fight

- but that doesn’t mean he’s bad at it, i feel like this man would be a BEAST at tickle fights. why? well he has very big hands so he could probably cover a lot of area and he’s a gentle giant so he would never accidentally hurt you or go to far with it

- since he works so much i think the only time you'd really be able to fully enjoy this is if you're snuggling up before bed and you decide to tickle him. since he's not the most verbal, he probably would let out the most adorable surprised happy squeal if that makes sense?!

- he would probably let it go on for a little bit before getting his shit together and trying to pin your arms down so he can get you back. I know he’d be so gentle with it because he wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but that would definitely just make it tickle so much more

- it wouldn’t take much begging for him to stop tickling you but as soon as he’s done he’s definitely pulling you back into his chest to cuddle you again &lt;3

- and because i am so horrendously whipped for this man i will be expanding on how his cuddles feel !! Okay first off since he’s so broad (he’s 6’5 guys :0) i get the feeling that whenever he holds you it’s just the perfect amount of toasty and his body is so muscular in so many places but he’s soft where it counts (example: his stomach) so it’s just the most perfect cuddle session ever

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BILLY LOOMIS

- billy gives off a vibe that makes me think he’s very ticklish, i’m not sure exactly what it is that makes me think that but i can feel it in my gut

- i feel like you would find this out on accident, maybe brushing against his side weirdly or just grabbing onto him weirdly, but he would be so embarrassed when you find out

- with that background knowledge in place, i feel like you would also have to be the one to initiate the tickle fight. and be prepared too because i know he’d go so far with it

- if he’d got the jump on you he’s gonna keep going until you’re begging and there’s tears in your eyes from laughing so much. But, if you’ve got him pinned down, he’s gonna try and put all his weight into getting away because this man is a CHUMP

- I feel like he’d be super competitive and try to get you back for it too. he’ll be popping out from behind corners to try and catch you off guard and every thing

- basically he’s a wimp when it comes to you getting him and probably plots weirdly specific revenge plans that he brings stu into for some reason??

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STU MACHER

- he also gives off competitive vibes to be honest, i feel like he would chase you all around his house with a goofy grin trying to tickle you and he would probably really drag it out too (he pretends to be slower when he’s chasing after you)

- if you lock yourself in a bathroom or a random room to get away from him, he will wait out there and make himself some popcorn or something, there’s no escaping him unfortunately <;/3

- i know he’d try to get you to come out quicker by saying he’s not playing anymore or that he’s leaving, and if you fall for it he’s going to immediately tickle you until you can breathe

- if you try to get back at him, this man will use weird tactics to try and evade you and will try to get everyone in on it because he’s a weirdo who refuses to ‘lose’ what he calls ‘a very serious game’ (his words not yours)

- after he officially catches you for the last time he’s gonna collapse all his weight on you and just wrap around you like a koala, if you try to leave he’ll just hold on tighter until you give up and lay there with him

-and he will brag to anyone that he won after and that he’s the ‘champion’ because he is a smug bastard :/

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BILLY LENZ

- he would most likely be the one to start it, because he’s just a silly guy looking for a fun way to make you laugh. he would go absolutely feral with it (when is he not feral though) and would just keep tickling you until you’re a laughing mess

- he will run at the speed of light after so be ready. if you wanna get him back you’re gonna have to really put work into chasing after him because he gives off the vibes of a fast runner to me.

- i know he would have the loudest laugh ever, like he would be cackling and squealing as you tickle him. he would also flop around like a fish out of water in an attempt to get away :>

- the only way to end it is for both of you guys to simultaneously give up and just collapse into each other, he would definitely pull you in close and just bury his head into your shoulder while he pants and giggles very loudly in your ear

- in conclusion he is a very silly guy who deserves to have a wholesome moment with his partner while running around the house and tickling each other!!

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[maximwtf]

izzy x reader fluff plpease. maybe first kiss????. i am thinking maybe starts off in angst where the reader is rly tired and distancing themself but izzy finds them and is really nice and supportive and shit. bonus points if reader runs off at some point to hide in stede's closet.(idk i find the idea of reader who wears black all the time secretly fucking loving stede's pastels to be amazing) sorry if this made 0 sense

Izzy Hands x Reader

Words: 2440

Google docs pages: 4

Warnings: self doubt, drinking, that’s about it?

Opening: You’re doubting your skills as a pirate, making you distance yourself from anything that reminds you of the life given to you. Izzy notices this, and tries to change your  mind. 

AN// Reader can be any gender. Thank you so much for this request! A good ol’ angst with comfort at the end !! I’ll probably take a small break from ofmd after this because the urge to write a couple of genshin fics is high because I can’t find anything else but smut for that fandom. And while I can certainly live with that, I must add some angst into the mix (as I usually do :”D) Requests are only open for genshin for a bit !^^

“Skilled enough to keep running…”

Being a pirate wasn’t just a title given to some that automatically turned you into the stereotypical barbarian. While it did sometimes awfully seem like some were born to a life such as this, you felt more like a scared mouse at times. That was an underestimate, not even at times. Most of the time. Sailing, cleaning the decks, cooking, sharpening swords and all the other small tasks you usually took were easy. But whenever a more serious situation came about, you froze. You were useless. 

What kind of a pirate doesn’t know how to hold a gun properly without having your hands shake like you were going through an internal earthquake? Or one that didn’t know how to have a proper grip of their sword, so that the opponent could just smack it out of your hands? All of that and more was the norm for you. And no one even dared to tell you how useless you were. 

You would have left this life a long time ago if you could have. But where would have you even gone? You had no home, other than the sea. And you couldn’t be at the sea without a ship. And a captain you could never be, you barely survived as a crew member. At times it felt like the others just pitied you, making them not want to tell you that they saw the way you struggled to even handle a sword. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t asked for lessons for both guns and swords. But even those hadn’t helped. Something in you told you to keep running whenever something bad was about to unfold. 

So you scurried away like a mouse whenever you felt useless or when the rest of the crew handled a battle perfectly fine without you fiddling with a sword in their way. Without even noticing you started doing this even when there was no need for it. 

The evenings usually spent with the crew; talking, drinking, and laughing turned into you sitting at the bow of the ship alone. Watching as the waves hit the ship and as the droplets joined back into the huge body of water. The nights usually spent with Izzy, arguing over who would eventually take the look out shift, when both of you knew you’d sit in the crowsnest together the whole night turned into you hiding away until he gave up looking for you before making your way to the mast. At least you were in no one's way. 

And oddly enough, most of the changes didn’t bother you. After all, it felt like this was how things were meant to be. But those look out shifts became something you soon started to miss. Especially when you had to wait for him to stop looking for you before going to the mast. You could hear him search for you, even if he was never loud with it. You knew the first mate would never admit to willingly spending those hours with you. So it hurt to ignore him like this. 

But as time went on, the man became more persistent, a trait you admired. Of course he had noticed that your absence wasn’t simply exhaustion from the small tasks you always insisted on doing, saying that it was the least you could offer. Which he never understood, because in his eyes you had potential. Like raw marble that hadn’t been shaped into a statue yet. But every time he had tried to teach you, you had shied away. 

So he took it upon himself to catch you and ask what was going on. Not only for his own sake, but the captains had been asking about you and what kind of a first mate would have he been if he didn’t know where the crew was. Especially when one of them had seemingly disappeared, apart from the cleaning still being magically done. Knowing it was you. 

So another night, he looked for you as had become a habit. And as per usual tradition, you were nowhere to be found. No amount of lantern light on the murky deck would have given out where you could have been, and searching the whole ship at such an hour would have been a waste of time. But this time you made a mistake. 

While trying to shift positions in the comfort of a deep shadow, you slipped onto the wet deck. Not badly, but enough to make a noise. If it hadn’t been for the lantern in the first mate’s hand, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was coming towards you. His clothes blended so well into the night. But so did yours, something you thought was boring. Though, it gave an advantage and allowed you to slip away for a moment, still aware that the first mate wasn’t stupid. He’d sniff out your tracks like a bloodhound in no time. Especially with where you were now. 

Stede’s quarters, the lights now dim and the soft snoring of the other captain audible every now and then. Izzy wouldn’t have to do more than peek through the small window to see you here. The dim lights even cast a shadow on the wooden flooring, determining your presence. 

Your heart was pounding, just like it always did when you fled from a fight. And you did so now even when you knew the person after you was someone you should have had respect for. Pouting, you realised you should have never stepped a foot on a ship. Who by accident disrespects the privacy of their captain and the commands of a first mate? 

Biting your bottom lip to keep the thoughts at bay and the tears far away, you pushed a closet door open, slid between the soft fabrics and closed the door the best you could. You crouched down, sitting alone in the closet like a scared child. A fast breath escaped, determined not to call it a sob. That would have been the last straw for you, if you cried now they might as well have you thrown overboard tomorrow morning. 

But even if the tears never came, the sob was heard. The door opened, but no one stepped in. He was smart enough not to barge in, unlike you. After what sounded like he had determined safe entry, the first mate finally stepped in. He called you silently by name, knowing the outcome but still tried. To his usual style, a few curses left him as Stede’s breathing pattern changed momentarily. Soon the dim light of the lantern shone right towards the closet, a straight line of light making its way right beside you through a crack. You didn’t feel like trying to run anymore. “Fucking, get out of there.” A snappy whisper came from the other side of the door, making you hug your knees. What a stew you’d brewed for yourself.

A groan rumbled from Izzy’s throat as he slowly opened the closet door, shining the light in only to find the person he’d been looking for at the bottom of it. He wanted to be mad, to tell you that he wasn’t a nanny and you weren’t a child. But the sight of you made him hold back slightly, offering you a hand. “Get up.” He said silently, you staring up at him before taking his hand. 

He led you out on the main deck, making sure to close the cabin door silently not to wake up Stede. He stayed silent until he’d brought you to the railing to which he leaned on, as a deep sigh left him. He brushed back his hair, leaning back ever so slightly as he turned to look at you. You held yourself, gaze avoiding his, not sure if he was mad at you. 

He’d always been better at you at the whole pirate thing, not that you’d known him for more than a year at maximum. But for some reason he chose to spend time with you. Which you’d never understood. Wouldn’t have it been more entertaining for him to talk to someone who understood him? “You know, I’ve fucking hated being here too.” He started, breaking the silence with a comment he was hoping to land somewhere near the reason why you’d been avoiding him. And the attempt somewhat worked, gaining your attention as your eyes finally moved to his form. “After Stede came along, and his…crew” He left the terms ‘fucking useless’ out for now, adding them in only in his inner monologue. You took a step closer, leaning on the railing, copying his mannerisms. “But you’re not useless.” You sighed, turning to look at the water, not wanting to see how he looked at you after. “I was to Edward for some time.” He replied, turning to one of the wooden containers on deck, rummaging through it, knowing there were a few bottles at the bottom of it. And he was right, of course. “You don’t need someone to be useful. I can’t even be useful to myself.” You shrugged, feeling somewhat better now that you were talking to him again, though still tense. “What use is an unused first mate?” He asked, giving you a look as he seemed to notice you weren’t picking up on what he meant, now that he’d finally caught up with the problem. It had been the fact that you kept fleeing after every minor failure. The first mate opened the bottle, the cap of it falling somewhere on the deck, the sound of it slowly rolling away as the ship swayed audible for a moment. 

You turned to look at him once more. “But you’re still skilled. Surely there is someone who’s in need of someone like you.” Izzy sighed, wanting to groan out of slight frustration because he wasn’t used to comforting people, but he kept that to himself. And he told himself that it was simply because you intrigued him, still a part of him knowing it was because he actually cared. But that was an emotion yet unknown to him. “At some point in sailing with the same crew, they become too close to leave behind. No matter how they treat you.” ‘That's family for you’, you thought to yourself, not having many other family dynamics to compare this to. But then again, he was correct. And something in you had known that this whole time. That’s why you hadn’t left the crew, but instead turned to hiding away. Because the crew had formed into a family. 

You fell into a silence, a comfortable one. Izzy followed along, offering you the rum bottle to drink from, not knowing many other ways to ease the feelings he knew all too well. He hadn’t been born with a sword in hand either, and he had the scars on his back as a reminder of who he had had to become in order to survive and live the life he’d been given. But if he could offer you an easier way to ease into this life, he could try. Wouldn’t have been the first time for him to find someone who just needed a little sharpening. 

You took a swig, placing the bottle on the railing, still holding the neck of it. You saw the crew in a better light now. Being able to kill someone wasn’t something that gained you respect and made you useful, that was only a skill most here knew only to survive and protect the family they’d found. The more you thought back to what you usually did for others, they always seemed to be thankful. It was the small tasks, the ones that no one else bothered to do that made the crew respect you as one of their own. But one thing was still unclear. Why did Izzy care? 

You handed the bottle to him, tilting your head. “Why do you care? Care enough to come look for me now..?” You asked, confused. Sure, you’d spent time with him and he was by far the only person from the crew you knew this well, but by the way he acted towards others you would have never guessed he would have been the person to come looking for you so persistently. The first mate took the opportunity to shut himself up before anything slipped past him by taking a long swig from the bottle. Though, eventually having to put it down. He cleared his throat, extending his time to think of an answer even he didn’t know. The air was tense now that he’d used all his getaway cards. 

A breath of the cool night air and he spoke. “Because I feel something for you”, shattering the silence from earlier. You stared at him, watching him take another swig, all words gone from your mind. Your mouth hung agape, wanting to tell him you felt the same but none of that came out. He’d helped you enough for tonight, you didn’t want to watch the poor man suffer any further. 

You took a hold of his hand, the one grasping the bottle oddly tight. Your touch eased the hold, making him turn to you. “And if you still want, I can-” He attempted to escape, but you knew by now how that always ended up. No one could run for forever, no matter how skilled they were. You gently took a step closer, awkward but still somehow leading. He wasn’t resisting, so you got closer. Still no words in mind, you thought this would have told him more than any of your stuttered words could. You kissed him, awkwardly, but it was the meaning behind it that mattered. It didn’t last long, not as long as similar actions in the future did. Yet he would continue to look at you with the same expression he had on his face now. One of melancholic surprise, like he was sad yet still caring. Confused. You both had something to work on, together. 

AN// Shoutout to clocks and time fr, it’s 5am again :”D Anyway I’ve healed from a fever and what I think was a sinus infection or still is??? Not sure man but I’m still holding on, trust. We'll see whatever ache attacks me next :"DD If this was proof read funny, I apologise. I'm tired xd

[coochiekrab]

i love kuri n aubreys story so much !! this is going to be a big boy ask sorry but there is so much i am curious abt :0 like what inspired u to create em n their stories, as well as like their personalities n such? what’s their fav/least fav things about each other? have they ever considered separating? is there anywhere i can find a full run-down of their story besides ur art? i know kuris issued but does aubrey have anything going on? also, where can i find out more abt their kids?

1: Kuri and Aubrey are like the vestigial remains of the fursonas we had when we were 11 who have completely changed overtime but the majority of their personality traits and experiences still mostly reflect our own (but they don’t reflect Us if that makes any sense)

2: Aubrey is obsessed with how endearingly stupid she is and Kuri loves that he doesn’t care how long it takes for her to understand something If At All and is very patient with her. Kuri doesn’t like that he still makes reckless choices with his career and Aubrey isn’t allowed to dislike anything about her or i would mount him on my wall

3: Aubrey had a moment of severe weakness and considered leaving to Get Milk when Kuri decided she wanted to keep their first baby for like 4 seconds only because they both had previously decided that they were to be child free and he ****Really***** Did Not Want to be a father lol

4: tbh i don’t have any plans on doing any longform pure lore comics and I’m not really like a Writer writer so the only information you’re going to get on any of them is whatevers in their individual character tags or the worlds worst comic tag 😭 or whatever one off tweets i shoot off into the abyss

Also there’s this if you haven’t seen it its vague but it’s Aubrey lol

[majimasleftasscheek]

Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?

tbh, I dunno!

I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head

ideas under the cut tho 👀

if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci

if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm

if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley

if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈