#it just……looks normal it’s kind of weird

[coffe-and-tea-time]

Yandere shop! Choose your yandere!

I was thinking, did you ever listen to yandere asmr videos? If so, you will catch on quickly that this is based on the yandere shop, which was so popular in asmr videos during the pandemia. - coffee

If you didn’t, quick summary Coffee gave me: imagine if there is a place where you can enter and you can ‘buy’ (they pay you since you are going to take care of a serial killer so he don’t kill people while you two got your twisted love) a yandere of your choosing. - tea

Word count: 1.2k but this will be edited to correct misspellings or weird sentence structure later, sorry in advance.

tw: yandere behavior, willing reader, delulu, written in you/yours, reader is a little nervous but really interested, you can choose humans yanderes and non-human (although humanoid) yanderes!

You fix your clothing and take a deep breath, your mind filled with ‘what if..’ yet, you were here, in a place that you didn’t trust was real

A creak takes you out of your thoughts, a smiling man dressed rather formally, greets you cheerfully.

“Sorry to interrupt when you are so absorb in your pretty mind My dear, but you know, a little push may help you”

He said as he extended his hand to you, well, you already made your way here hoping to get a yandere so you gather all your corague as you take the man's hand. He led inside the shop, you can hear the click of the door closing behind you as you follow him.

“Oh, I hope you weren’t thinking of backing up so quickly Dear, want something to drink?”

You gently shake your shake as you sit down in one of the couches, on the inside it looks pretty much like a coffee shop.

“Smart choice but you still seem rather nervous, want to say something before I go ahead and show you the catalog?”

“Well, I wanted to know, what can you do for the yandere you like to like you back? What if the one I choose doesn't like me back?”

Your worries were met with a not-so-subtly laugh from the man which make you kind of annoyed and embarrassed.

“Sorry Dear, I just never thought I ever meet somebody that feel insecure about the love of a yandere”

Now you wanted to punch him, is a normal question to ask! The yandere have their own way to fall in love!

“Let me give you a quick explanation, if they had a darling, both of us know they would be busy stalking them. The yanderes we have don’t have a darling, but are eager for the sense of love on their own way which may not suit everyone so to avoid problems, this shop was put in place as a matchmaker between differents kinds of yanderes and people who enjoy them"

You sight in relief as you nod.

“alright, who is more likely to go even more insane if they don't get a darling soon.."

"Sorry, what did you just say? I couldn't hear you well"

"Oh, nothing Dear, I was just searching for the ones that been waiting the most, is how the list work, I will show you a few options first so you have an idea, you can ask for another kind if you had something else in mind, I'm sure we got something that will suit your taste; Although, do remember that is just one yandere, we had problems with that before"

"How is it that someone got the permission to have more than one? I thought you guys will keep in track that since well, it's dangerous for anyone"

"She didn't have permission but she manage because she stubbornly wanted a yandere harem, the result are expected, averyone in that house died except for one yandere, he is again on the list, and as you can guess, he end up more being more... intense. He is totally your perfect option if you like a very possessive yandere, he's a more serious yandere for that experience"

“That will be dangerous for me too?”

"Dont worry Dear, he is truly desperate for love like the rest, his name is Dizie. But if you rather a more gentle treat, Gabriel is your guy, I don't know much about him since he said that only his darling will get to know everything about him. As far as I know, he's kind of yandere that will kiss the ground were his darling walk, a worshiper you can say, if you like someone looks at you like you are a deity, he's definitely your perfect match"

“Isn’t every yandere a worshiper in their own ways?”

"Well, I guess? Is true that others have another específic ways to worship, look, he's the baker, relishes in your enjoyment of their pastries, a very skilled baker that knows how to include the most unique of ingredients to make the sweetest of treats, dreams of putting his heart and soul in every treat he bakes for his darling, his name is Oliver”

"What kind of ingredients tho?"

“The next one you may like is actually a popular singer, he chooses to keep anonymous unless chosen, but if you want to be a celebrity or date one, he is someone you can guess that will love to spoil their darling, he’s on the talkative side, if you like art or stuff like that, you will enjoy his house. although he babbles a lot of how he wish to hear the voice of his darling obsessively for hours”

The seller seems to dodge your question.

“Ah, of course, we also have some special yanderes if humans are boring or less attractive for you, look, he’s Myotis, the classic vampire, he even has wings! Isn’t it perfect to see the sky closer while you enjoy the company of a yandere that looks like he just came out of a book? If you are also into short kings, you gonna love him without a doubt”

"He's not going to drain me out of blood, is he?"

“Dear, why would a yandere who waits so long for their darling, kill them? But if vampires aren't your type, you could go for a mothman! You will be the light of his life, literally. He’s a big softie and kind of clumsy; he just eagerly waits for the arrival of his daylight. A good choose if you like special clingy yanderes, he is not around humans too much, but he said he wanted to be called Lior if he got chosen. Oh, if you are on the stronger side, you may want to keep your eye on Tarak, he said something about his name meaning something like star and protector I think, I guess he chose the name by himself, he’s a prideful dragon and really loves to talk, honestly, I’m not that intelligent to understand some things that he say, but if you like to know new things by listening, asking or reading, he's your man, you can try trying to teach him something new, I don't think is impossible to archive”

“You know what ag…”

You stopped talking when you catch a security camera in a corner moving around frantically yet appear like not seeing anything?

“Don’t mind him, is just Grier, even though I don’t know if that's his real name, I do know he loves trying to spy here using the security cameras so we end up having to put tape on them when a darling is coming to the shop; as you can guess, he’s a hacker, if you choose him, you will be very well protected and taken cared of since you gonna be being watched even if you think you are alone, if that what you wish for, please do choose him.”

The seller looks at you, waiting for an answer, to choose what kind of yandere you want or ask for a specific type now.

“You don’t really go outside too much, so I don’t think you gonna have problems with any of them”

You act like you didn’t hear his murmur as you look at the papers in your hand of every yandere he just talked about.

If your favorite options lose or you want something specific, just send an ask! We love comments and interactions in general so don't be shy.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[thesilmarillionblog]

A Sweet Distraction

Volume 2

➳ Click here to read the first part!

Summary: When you're in a club, you have to make sure Soldier Boy stays out of trouble and doesn't draw attention of other people while Butcher and the boys look for Payback members. Whatever it takes, you have to keep him busy and distracted.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), Language, some fluff

Word Count: 3025

A/N: English is not my first language.

Ben's lips curled as your tongues connected, and you felt your heart speed up as you gave him a gentle kiss, not knowing if it would calm his rage. You were shocked when, in spite of his rough nature, he gave you an affectionate kiss in return, as if he didn't want to frighten you away.

When his kisses got deeper and his tongue took over your mouth, leaving you gasping, you drew away. Seeing that his chest had gotten back to normal, you relaxed and exhaled deeply.

He winked at you and said, “You did a good job here, sweetheart, huh? You certainly know how to surprise me.”

You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as you observed his flirtatious behavior toward you. 

Your eyes wandered around the club as you muttered, “I just hoped surprising you would work,” blushing beneath his focused stare. Everyone continued dancing madly to the loud music, seemingly unaware that Soldier Boy was going to kill them all if you didn't stop him.

He led you to a quieter area of the club and said, “Well, it definitely worked,” when you bought him another drink. He was not getting drunken in any way.

Because he was a man with PTSD and was unpredictable, you were still terrified of him and wanted the night over as quickly as possible. However, you felt safer and more at ease with him because you didn't feel pressured to kiss him against your will. He was becoming even nicer to you. 

“So, why are you working for Butcher?” he inquired, setting his empty glass down on the closest table. 

You mumbled, “I'm not working for him,” as your nails gently traveled across the wall behind you. “His wife, who I was really close to, is hurt by Homelander really badly. She was the most kind human being I've ever encountered. So actually, I work with him let’s say.” 

He nodded to you despite the fact that the fact that he didn't clearly understand the situation or the dynamics amongst you all. 

“Butcher told me you're going to kill Homelander,” you muttered, as if you could be heard by someone else. “Are you truly capable of that? Killing him?” 

Soldier Boy laughed at your questioning and your clumsy attempt to find out if he was truly passionate about killing Homelander. “Of course I can, and I will,” he declared with pride. “He's just a foolish son of a bitch with a weird cape, and he's a cheap fucking knockoff. Just another worthless item to be used by his masters.”

You chuckled at his word choice and self-confidence, which fit him absolutely well. 

You said, "Honestly, I was very scared of you; well, maybe I still am, but I'm starting to think you're not that bad," feeling a little brave after his kind behavior toward you.

“I'm a tough bad supe,” he was whispering to you, raising your chin with two fingers and gently massaging your jawline with his fingertips. You shuddered, knowing that he might easily hurt you if he briefly loosened control. “But you know, just for you, I can show you how much I can be a gentleman.”

Even though you were still terrified of him and his abilities, your face flushed at his daring behavior right away. However, you were too weak to control your excitement. Being a supe or whatever was something you had never considered, so you muttered, “To be honest, I'm not that interested in getting intimate with a supe.”

As he drew nearer to you and prepared to press you to reconsider, he questioned, “Why not?”

Just a little while ago, Soldier Boy considered finding a simple supe woman to give his seed to and have a quick, hard fuck with, but now that he thought about it, he found you to be more interesting than those simple supe women who were boring and way too confident for his tastes—or perhaps he just liked your shyness at that particular moment. 

You said, your face flushed, “I heard there are supes who hurt people when they got close,” allowing him to touch your face with his massive hands. 

“There are no other men like me,” he remarked, with a grin brushing your lips with his thumb. 

You whispered, “No doubt. However, it's risky, don't you think? Considering the imbalance in power and everything.” 

“Believe me,” he added, continuing to playfully stroke your lips with firm hands. “I've fucked a lot of regular women just like you before; I can guarantee that none of them experienced any injury. People find themselves drawn to fucking supes for a reason.”

Your pulse raced with excitement and a hint of fright as you allowed him to touch you, unsure of whether or not to believe him. It felt like just the two of you, in between the din and the background noise. Soldier Boy was undeniably attractive, and his extraordinary strength only served to heighten the thrill you felt. 

“You want to distract me, right?” He heard your rapid heartbeat and sensed that you were putting your legs together, so he smiled and muttered something in your ear. “If you allow me to get into your tiny, aching pussy, we can both get pleasantly distracted. I would be happy to provide for your every need. Actually, I'm giving you a chance, so count yourself fortunate.” 

Telling him you didn't want to be touched would be a big lie. So, as he continued gently brushing your cheek with one of his powerful hands, you placed yours on his hand and gave him a forceful but delicate kiss to find out if he was being truthful about being a gentleman or not. 

Unexpectedly, he gave you the same tender kiss in return, and you could feel a little smile creep across his lips. After a while, his gentle kisses became more intense as he pulled you toward his powerful chest with his large hands behind your neck. Under his powerful hands, you felt secure. After a while, his powerful and seductive kisses left your lips red and ruined, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

He asked in a harsh voice against your lips, “So, what do you say?” as he continued to give you short kisses that increased your desire for him.

You gave it a little consideration, letting your hunger and physical desires gradually take the place of your fear of him, and then you nodded to him, “Uhm, yes.”

Soldier Boy's lips met yours with a smile as his hands hovered over your hips, slowly squeezing you until you left speechless and made to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet.

With a harsh voice, he asked, “Yes for what?” knowing that tonight, when he

finally got in your panties, you would make his dick warm with your tightness. He could feel his large cock getting harder by each second.

As he attempted to get you to talk when you were consumed with his exquisite little touches, Soldier Boy chuckled at your shyness. 

You said, “Yes for,” stumbling for words. “A small distraction, let's say?” 

Soldier Boy chuckled in a low voice at your description of the issue. He almost said something filthy about your naive demeanor, but he chose to refrain from putting you through more discomfort than was necessary. 

While guiding you to the second floor's darker corners and the rooms there, he teased, “Fine, baby, it doesn't sound that miserable anymore for you, huh?”

Then, just as a man was ready to crush you with his clumsy walk, Soldier Boy pushed the somewhat drunk man to the other side of the wall, and you found yourself inside a small, dark room that smelled strongly of drugs and alcohol. He stated, “It's all safe in here,” as you hurriedly scanned the room before he wildly began kissing you. 

He was taken aback when you kissed him tenderly on the lips, and you hoped he would be as kind as possible. You stroked his long beard and smiled at him. 

His tongue in your lips made you shiver and as he gave you a passionate kiss, your fingers danced over his long beard. He drew back and shoved you against the wall, making you gasp. He lifted your dress confidently and met your eyes with his darkened ones to check whether you were still afraid of him.

He gently assured you, “I won't hurt you,” right before his big fingers began to stroke your clit through your underwear. “Just relax.”

As he felt himself becoming more and more difficult for him to control, but he made his choice to make you feel comfortable and wet by giving you pleasure you needed. Soldier Boy gently inserted one of his fingers inside of yours, causing you to sigh a little louder this time after rubbing your clit some more and eliciting small noises from your mouth.

He answered, “You can take it,” and then carefully inserted his entire meaty finger inside of yours. “You're so good for me.”

You pushed yourself to take his entire finger in between his compliments and begged him to lift you up so you could be in a more comfortable position. Thankfully, he got the message right away and effortlessly raised you up with one hand. He then proceeded to gently touch you while whispering compliments against your lips.

You pressed your lips to his as he began to touch you more roughly, kissing him wildly as your fingertips played with his long and thick beard.

When Soldier Boy felt that you were close and that you were moist all over his hand, he added another finger. He bit your bottom lip gently, then whispered, “Cum on my fingers, sweetheart,” as he increased his strokes and found your most sensitive area with skill.

As you neared your climax, your legs trembled and you began to clench around his thick fingers between his praise while you moaned loudly against his mouth. When he took back his fingers, which were coated with your slick, you whimpered in protest. You were rather touch-starved, and you knew your body needed more.

He shoved his fingers in your mouth before you could even respond, growling, “Taste yourself,” as you held him tightly since your legs felt like a jelly. “Taste your sweetness.”

Your body became consumed with a desire to please him, so you hesitantly opened your mouth to let him to use it whatever he pleased. When he saw that you were ready to follow his instructions, he smiled mischievously and gave you the finger, saying, “Suck it, baby.”

When he put his hardness between your legs and ordered you to suck his finger so you could taste your own wetness, your heart began to race. As he carefully slid his fingers back and forth in your mouth, your tongue curled around his finger, giving you the sensation of a salty slick, and he pretended that you were sucking his cock instead. 

His lips twisted in enjoyment as he observed your submissive demeanor, and he growled, “You're a little dirty cocksucker, aren't you? However, I'll give you another chance to suck me off with your adorable little mouth later.”

With a swift motion, he removed his finger from your mouth and guided you both to the bed behind you. When Soldier Boy removed his hardness from his pants while holding your neck and pulling up your dress. The moment you felt the tip of his cock at your wet entrance, you shivered with anxiety, your cheek facing the sheets as you waited nervously for him to take you. You moved under Soldier Boy and forced him to release his grip on your hip, causing him stare at you perplexed before he inserted his cock into your pussy.

“What now?” he questioned while you were looking at his enormous dick in fear as he gave himself quick, forceful strokes.

“I’d like to do it in that position,” you murmered shyly, trying not to look at his enormous cock.

Soldier Boy noticed your anxious expression and your naive tone as you expressed wanting to be fucked in a missionary position. Without even realizing it, his heart began to soften, and he leaned over you on the bed, forcing you to lock your legs behind him as he began to kiss you again to help you relax. 

“Do you want to watch me fucking you?” He removed your tiny panties from your pussy and raised your dress so he could see your nude lower body. “Watching my cock slide inside your pussy,” he questioned. 

“Yes,” you moaned as you felt his thick cock on your stomach and mumbled against his mouth. 

After pulling the hanger off your dress and exposing your tits to his view, Soldier Boy spit on his own fingers and began to caress your sensitive clit some more. When he quickly sucked on both of your hard nipples, you let out a deep moan. Then, with a daring gaze into your eyes, he spat on his own fingers more and said, “Your adorable little hairy pussy looks so delicious. I'm fucking tired of shaved little bitches. You're really appealing to me, sweetie. A real woman.”

His fingers and his compliments made you feel close as his hand continued to play with your clit. You attempted to control your moans but were unsuccessful when he abruptly inserted two fingers back into you, forcing you to clench around his fingers once again.

He said, “I can make you come as much as you want, sweetheart,” as you whimpered loudly and opened your legs wider. Your eyes welled up with tears as you realized how empty you felt and how much you needed him to fill you.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

You quietly said, “Please,” running your fingers through his long beard.

“That's not how you beg,” he muttered aggressively.

You clamped your legs around his hips and moaned, “Fuck me, please,” as you attempted to get him to move on you.

As you continued pleading with him to get inside you, your eyes clouded with desire to be fucked by him, Soldier Boy grinned satisfiedly against your lips. He held his firm cock in his hand and moved it back and forth against your clit, forcing you to continue begging.

You both groaned when he finally pressed it against your entrance, and he moved very carefully to avoid hurting you with his strength. But you were so wet that he didn't even have to push, and he effortlessly glided inside you, which made him smile proudly. 

He encouraged you, saying, “You're taking me so good,” and attempted, very carefully, to insert his entire shaft inside your pussy. “Just a little bit more.” 

When he gave you a firm hip squeeze and thrust his entire hardness inside of you, you felt a little uncomfortable at first, but you quickly grew accustomed to the length of his dick and forced yourself to suppress your groan of discomfort.

He waited inside of you, and you murmured softly, “Can you be gentle?”

“You want to be fucked slowly?”

You nodded to him, and he surprised you by kissing your forehead tenderly and smiling a little. He said, “I'll fuck you as you like it tonight.”

You both gasped with ecstasy as he began to slowly move his cock inside of you. He looked into your eyes, his muscular hands holding you in place as he slowly smashed his dick within your pussy.

With every stroke, he snarled and praised you, saying, “You're so fucking tight and nice. I should have fucked you sooner.”

He was fucking you slowly but with powerful strokes that made you sigh with pleasure. He was also extremely mindful of every facial expression you made. When Soldier Boy sensed your hips frantically striving to match his thrusts, he began to move a little quicker and harder. He was aware that your body was capable of more. You felt yourself moving closer to him again as you groaned louder and gripped his face as he began to fuck you harder. 

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he commanded, wrapping his hands around your neck and shifting slightly on top of you. It got harder to keep himself from spilling inside of you as he fucked you carefully, seeing as your tits bounced with each stroke. 

Your legs trembled with incredible pleasure as soon as he gave you the order to cum and hit you with his powerful thrusts, dominating your body, and you screamed in intense pleasure. You had no idea that you needed to be fucked in that particular way. You forced him to fully press against your walls by raising your hips and clenching around his big cock. You were shaking under Soldier Boy wildly as he continued to fuck you in between orgasms. 

With a low growl, he shoved his entire cock within your pussy and grabbed your tits with one hand while spilling his thick, white ropes inside.

“Fuck,” he growled as you clenched around him one more time and he kept spilling inside you for minutes, filling your insides with his sperm.

As he filled up inside of you, you both snapped to reality, and he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

He took his softened cock from your insides, and he chuckled when you smiled against his lips and while you were trying to catch your breath in bliss.

When he palmed your pussy and got back his sperm to your insides, which were leaking out of your thigh, you both moaned. 

“See,” he teased you. “No damage was done. I gave you an excellent attention.”

You boldly put your hands to his flushed lips, closed your eyes, and gave him a quick, hard kiss. 

“You're indeed a sweet little distraction to me.”

THE END.

A/N: Well, that was all. It was just a two chapters long fic, but you can check my Masterlist for long Soldier Boy / Reader fics.

Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and important to me. ♡

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[jeons-catalyst]

Hey this might seem like an odd question but if you were asked to describe Taehyung and Jungkook’s dynamic, how would you? I really love the way you explain things so i would love to know what you think about their dynamic. Thanks

Hey anon,

The question isn’t odd at all so don’t worry.

The very first thing i’ll say about taekook as a pair is that their relationship with each other is extremely misunderstood. They are misunderstood by the multitude of shippers they have and it has been like this since the very beginning.

I think there is a part of Jk that will always hold some deep gratitude towards Tae because he was instrumental in helping him break out of his shy shell. I don’t think anyone can deny that Jk has some sort of soft spot for Taehyung. I think that when taekook were younger, Jk liked Tae so much and liked following him around like a puppy because Tae was the only member in the band he could completely be himself with (at some point). This was the member he could goof around with, get in trouble together with, do fun things together with and most importantly, i think for a time being Tae was sort of his safe place in public and/or uncomfortable settings. Jk mentioned that Tae helped him break out of his shy shell so i can imagine that anytime Jk felt shy or anxious while in public, he would seek out Tae because that is where he felt most comfortable mainly because of Tae’s personality. Tae was quirky, fun and weird in a good way. Being around him guaranteed anyone a fun filled time so i guess things like this helped put Jungkook at ease.

Now, i don’t mean that he didn’t feel comfortable with his other hyungs but because they were much older than he was and there was always a certain boundary he couldn’t cross whereas with Tae, he could to totally feel like he had a same age friend he could have fun with and just be a kid with without having to worry about coming off disrespectful or crossing boundaries. We have to remember that Jk was only a kid when he joined bighit. He was 15 years old. What do typical 15 year olds do? They play with their friends after school, goof around together and just have fun. Jk was the youngest stuck with 6 other boys older than him whom he knew he had to respect to a certain degree. Tae to him was like that same age friend he was missing in a normal life setting and craved so bad. Watching fetus taekook, you cannot miss how close those two were and how much Jungkook liked Taehyung and how much Taehyung kinda took Jungkook under his wing.

In my opinion, taekook are friends who really love and care about each other and connect in so many ways, especially in things that are fun. I however don’t think these two have ever really had that much of a deep emotional connection. What i mean by this is, i think their interests in each other is mostly centered around the fun things they can do together and not how many deep talks they can have or how much they can understand each other’s hearts. Let me give you examples. When Jk was younger, he would almost always pick Tae to play games with. Even when he was asked who he wanted to share a room with, he picked Tae. What was interesting wasn’t the fact that he picked Tae but the reason he did. Some other person might have said something like “ i picked X because we get along well so i know we wouldn’t fight” or “ i picked Y because i he is neat and doesn’t leave a mess” but Jk said he picked Tae so that they could play games all night long. Mind you this was fetus Jk who was less media trained and pretty much blurted things out as he thought them.

Now let’s look at how he picked Jimin (for example). When Jk was asked who gives him most comfort, it was Jimin, who knows him best, it was Jimin, how he overcame the harsh trainee life, it was Jimin, who influenced him the most, it was Jimin, who was easiest to talk to, it was Jimin, who his heart connected to, it was Jimin. Plus he has attributed his ability to be kind and thoughtful to Jimin several times. Just by looking at this two, you can see what i mean when i say i don’t think Taekook ever had that much of an emotional connection.

Let’s look at another example. The deepest things Jk has ever said about Tae is that Tae helped him break out out of his shy shell. He has also called Tae innocent and said he liked tae’s innocence. Other than this, you would mostly only ever hear Jk commenting on or praising Tae’s looks. Let’s use Jimin as an example again. Jk has spoken about Jimin’s personality, his kindness, how caring he is, how hardworking he is. Jk was asked to describe Jimin’s charm and he said it was his thoughtfulness and how considerate he is of others. Jk gets praised for being kind and thoughtful towards the manager and his first thought is to attribute it to Jimin. Jk sits on a show and talks about how much he admires Jimin’s zeal and drive and how hardworking he is. Jk talks about how beautiful Jimin’s personality is and how nice he is. When Jk talks about Jimin, he talks about who jimin is and not what he is. Now don’t get me wrong. You look around and you can find clips of Jk complimenting other members but not the same way he does Jimin. When Jk talks about Namjoon, you get the sense that he really admires him and sees him as a mentor of sorts but when he talks about Jimin, you literally feel just how much he knows Jimin and connects with him on a deeper level. It is not the same with Tae in my opinion. The highest thing one would learn about Tae after listening to Jk talk about him is that he is handsome. Jk rarely ( not never) , talks about anything else.

The way i see taekook now, they are two friends who enjoy spending time with each other doing something fun. I think they those types of friends who always need a reason to hang out and hanging out is probably more fun for them with other people around. I don’t see Jk just going to sit in Taehyung’s room for hours doing nothing. I see Taekook spending hours, even days together when they have something to keep them occupied. That thing gets taken away and they don’t feel the need to be around each other much. They are in my opinion, typical guy friends. I think they really enjoy talking about music and songs. I think they recommend alot of songs to each other too, i think they enjoy doing outdoor activities together and attending concerts together too. Jk did say it is fun when he is with Taehyung so i think one of the greatest things that bonds them together is the fun. This would explain why somethings began to get awkward with them when they started spending more time apart and Tae starting becoming quieter. I think Tae’s quirky and fun personality is one lf the things jk really likes about him and one of the ways they relate to each other the most. Take that away and these two will still have alot of love for each other but will probably not feel the need to be together much.

Watching their Vlive from May 2020 and the Vminkook Vlive from November 2021 explained so many things about Taekook’s dynamic as adults. When taekook were younger, putting them together was guaranteed fun but now as adults, it feels like they barely have anything to talk to each other about if they are not doing some activity. Think of their instagram Live from February 2023. Taekookers watched that Live and saw two lovers being all shy and giggly but i saw two people who didn’t know what to say to each other so sat in awkward silence. It’s not like i expected them to start discussing family secrets on Live but the conversation just doesn’t flow as you would expect. I think this is partly because they have never been used to just sitting and having conversations or getting to know each other on a deeper level. They both don’t seem like people who are good at conversations so gaming and goofing around or going out to have fun always the place of just sitting and talking. They also don’t seem to rely on each other for emotional support. I cannot recall a single time i ever saw Jk seek Tae out when he needed emotional support. This ofcourse doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other. Jungkook hugging and comforting Tae during MAMA 2018 was proof that Jk hurts when Tae hurts but that isn’t exclusive to Tae. He hurts when all his members hurt and he made that clear in his song “begin”. You just never see him or hear him talking about depending on Tae for emotional support the way he has mentioned needing it from Jimin.

Jimin and Jungkook on the other hand seem like they actually converse with each other. I can think of that moment in BV when Jungkook was telling Jimin about his day and how sand fleas got stuck under his shoes and Jimin just listened attentively. Or in the documentary when Jimin talked to Jungkook about how his friend said he thought Jimin was depressed and Jk just listened. These are such simple moments but they tell so much about Jikook’s dynamic. Jk isn’t much of a talker so seeing him actively telling Jimin about his day and about the sand fleas that got stuck under his shoes showed how much Jimin had created a space where Jk felt comfortable enough to just talk about even the little things like sand fleas. I don’t think i have ever seen taekook like that.

I also think Tae might kinda see Jungkook as the closest thing he has to a sibling. I remember Tae saying that he isn’t close to his siblings and they only speak to each other a few times a year so it is possible that Jungkook feels and has always felt like a sibling to him. Maybe he is having the kinda close relationship he always wanted to have with his siblings, with Jungkook.

So in a nutshell, Taekook are two besties who love and care about each other and are also very comfortable being affectionate with each other but unfortunately, the softness and physical affection that has always been present in their dynamic gets mistaken for romance.

I think this is the best way i can describe the way i perceive taekook’s relationship based on their words and actions.

Hope this answered your question anon💜

[cer-rata]

"Pride fits"

Damian: ...You made a rainbow version of your costume? Jon: Yeah! I'm going to be on the Pride float instead of Kon this year, so I wanted to make a statement. Damian: With a crop top so scarce that it probably actually counts as a sports bra? Jon: Not a bra, and you keep looking at me and turning red, so I think it's doing its job. Damian: I am not-- Conrad: You gonna change your suit, Billy? Billy: I wasn't planning to? I feel like allies are supposed to look kind of bland by comparison, right? Conrad: Ally? Conrad: But aren't you like, genderfluid or something? Billy: Billy: Whaaat? Why would you think that? Conrad: You turn into a girl sometimes? Billy, chuckling nervously: …What? Billy: N-no? I have no idea what you're-- Billy: Oh my god, are you talking about Mary? You think we're the same person? We've been pictured together! Conrad:  ...Huh. Okay in my defense I chalk everything you do that doesn't make sense up to magic weirdness. Billy: ...Well that's fair, yeah-- Conrad: And she really looks like you if you were a girl. Like, you look so related, you could be twins even. Billy, looking around suddenly: …Don't say that again, for some reason the universe didn't like that. Conrad:  Conrad: Anyway, I think Jon's bra is cute! Jon: Okay, but it's not actually a bra-- Conrad: Babe, it's Priiiiide, go crazy go stupid. Maya: I mean if we're being technical, it's a "bralette" Jon, sighing in defeat: ...Speaking of stupid, you coming with us this year, D? Damian: You really want to sleep on the couch, huh? Jon: C'moooon… Damian: Even if I were interested, my current alias is not public, I cannot go as Robin because Maps is Robin, and unlike Drake I can move on with my life. Damian: ...And perhaps I'm just not comfortable with being so exposed in public. Maya: Hey, just because these guys aren't shy doesn't mean you gotta go all out.  Maya, kicking her leg up on the table: Plus, not everyone has thighs like these. Damian: D-ducard! Conrad: Yeah! I'm not even going all out, I'm just gonna wear my normal uniform. Damian: Your uniform is a sleeveless, neon violet, cropped leather jacket and you don't even wear a shirt with it anymore. I actually think just being shirtless would make you look less thirsty somehow. Conrad: But you keep looking, so I think it's doing its-- Damian: Finish that and you and Jon will have to share that couch. Jon: Wait. Jon: What if you go as Nightwing? Damian: ...I'm sorry? Jon: Ask to borrow his weird disco costume. Wildly gay, not too much skin, and I'm sure he'd be down. Damian: ...But that costume is hideous. Jon: Are you saying you've never wanted to try it on? Damian: Yes? Jon: You know I hate it when you lie to me. Damian: Damian:  Damian: Fine. Fine! I'll text Richard… Maya: Woo! Peer pressure! That's what Pride is all about!

[classpectpokerap]

What exactly does "gloves is canon" mean, if you don't mind me asking?

let's just fucking get right into it.

Ultimate Rose Pt. 2: Gloves Are Canon

if you haven't seen part 1, here it is. the tldr version of it was to estabish candy rose (at the VERY least) as a liar. i also have a headcanon about ultrose putting alpha earth rose into front in candy timeline, but that doesn't really matter too much. its just kinda fun

anyway. heres the theory.

so you guys know A Threat, Sensed, right?

it's one of the hs2 bonus comics. originally patreon exclusive, but was made public for everyone during the hiatus. and i think it contains some deeply revealing information.

you may be wondering... hey, isn't that the comic where ultdirk talks to hussie about yiffy? like, its hussie's one appearance in the comic. kind of weird.

ahaha. yeah. so. about that.

let's rewind a bit. what's the contents of A Threat Sensed?

dirk wakes up after having the shit kicked out of him in pesterquest.

rose is like huh? huh wuh? but dirk gives her a thumbs up. and then he goes to sit on his computer, and type to god.

and then after that delay, he gets a reply.

etc etc etc. they talk. they chat. hussie talks about his beloved daughter yiffy. normal stuff. hey roll that last one back

let's play in this space. lets play in this space. perspective. daughter.

who's daughter is yiffy?

---

let's rewind.

when homestuck act 6 dropped, it released with one very important page.

this page.

this page, where someone with seemingly grey skin is typing on a keyboard. holy fuck, what a reveal. new troll. oh my god. this is the 13th troll

like, they have to be a troll, right? theyve got the time stuff. theyve got a symbol. theyve got shit going on with them

ah.

they were wearing gloves.

this? this is fucking huge.

in homestuck we see that shot a lot. of fingers on a keyboard. but every single time we have seen it, we have also seen at least one shot of the person typing, right?

with two exceptions. one is callie in the act 6 reveal.

and the other is andrew.

er, sorry.

"andrew."

from the patreon post on A Threat Sensed:

those are fake hands. what. what . what. what.

so

if this comic has a history of having a reveal when it comes to characters where Only Their Hands are being shown

and gloves are canon to homestuck, and have been used to precipitate this reveal

then perhaps

gloves are canon here as well.

if you'll allow me to speculate. on the gloves are canon in question.

yeah of fucking course rose is pretending to be hussie because WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE adjKFJGSKDHdskjgjkfskjgdsf

ITS ROSE!!! IT WAS ROSE THE WHOLE TIME

LETS REREAD.

"is that why you were lying on the floor" a question that Rose had because she saw his ass lying on the floor!!!!!!!

MY DAUGHTER

MY DAUGHTER YIFFANY LONGSTOCKING LALONDE HARLEY

hm purple background. anyway im sure thats fine

hm. hm. hm. psychoanalysis. hmmm. hm.

now if i was rose

if i was ultrose. and i wanted an ultimate weapon against dirk.

if i wanted to Make A Weapon Against Dirk.

what would i do.

how would i create it.

who would i hurt in the process.

anyway. this is all leading up to part 3 of this fucking nightmare roller coaster. but uh. basically. i think this one is like all but confirmed????

like...

We’ve had quite a bit of speculation on whether this is “really” Andrew. To that, I think we’d say that it doesn’t “really” matter. If you’re asking are those Andrew’s actual hands, then no, of course not. Because those hands are fake hands that are on the computer screen.

this sounds like it's telling us no, it's not "really" andrew. and to look at the hands. and we KNOW from part 1 of this theory that rose is incredibly deceitful.

the delay in "andrew"'s response could have plausibly been rose slipping away into her little hidey hole, putting on the stupid fucking gloves, and only then typing.

andrew never confirms who he is. and i'll admit, some of the lines don't sound 100% like rose. but others do. others really, really do.

i like this theory because it makes rose and dirk's rivalry on deltrius interesting. it means she has legs up on him. he thinks he's talking to hussie, but he isn't. she has plans within plans. she's got shit she's cooking.

i like it because it contextualizes yiffy, too.

hm wow it sure seems like the candy timeline isnt actually all that sealed! it sure seems like theres something in there that is a corrosive paradox! something that affects both timelines!

something

or someone!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. yiffy is an ultdirk icbm created by rose . rose wore gloves. gloves are canon. that's my theory graaaaaaaaaahhh

part 3 coming soon :3

[eff4freddie]

After She Left | Two

Words: 5k Ellie and Joel have arrived in Jackson, and as the resident teacher that makes you responsible for the new student and her kind of grumpy, kind of sad not-Dad.

Chapter warnings: none

One | Series Masterlist

Ellie was not a natural student. Escorted to the steps of the schoolhouse one crisp Spring morning by Maria, even in her first lesson you could tell she was distracted. She was quiet, too, and even though you barely knew her you could tell this wasn’t normal for her, that she wasn’t shy, that she was tougher than most, had been through more than most. She wore it in the way her fists clenched at loud noises, in how her eyes swivelled to the door, to the window. She was casing, she was scanning for exits. She watched you with a guarded and careful indifference. You recognised all of it, in so much as you had seen it in yourself.

In your first few lessons with her, despite plenty of opportunity and coaching from her new schoolmates, she only mentioned three things from her past. She had ‘seen some shit’, she’d come from FEDRA school where she ‘learnt fuckin’ nothing’, and she was Joel’s. She never clarified in what capacity. Just Joel’s. You liked her, felt drawn to her in a way that you weren’t sure about. Maybe it was just that she reminded you of your little sister, of some of the tougher kids in the QZ. Maybe it was just that you could tell she was funny, that she was thoughtful and smart.

You already knew she was Joel’s. In the period that they’d first arrived, left and finally returned it had been just long enough for the rumour mill to swirl around them. You’d heard a lot of theories: that he’d got a guard in a QZ pregnant and smuggled the baby out with him to find somewhere to bring her up right, that he had rescued her from raiders, that he was from one of those weird religious cults and she was actually his wife. That one made your tummy flip in a weird way. Not because you believed it, you already knew he was Tommy’s brother, that Ellie was his adopted girl, but you knew that for some young women out there it wasn’t just a farfetched tale. You worried for them, the uncountable faceless girls strewn around the countryside. You hoped they were all as spunky as Ellie, even if maybe they could swear a little less.

After school you’d watch her trail behind the other kids, walking a few paces back to keep a distance, sometimes wondering away in the other direction in what you guessed was down towards the green houses. Always with her long sleeves tucked low over her thumbs, always with her head down, watching her feet. Sometimes Joel would join her, walk with her down towards Main Street. You could feel the distance even then, the guardedness of the two of them, even as they fell into step, together.

Maria didn’t know any more than you did, or if she did, she was good at hiding it. She was distracted anyway; her little baby boy having started to teethe. There hadn’t been any sense in pressing Tommy for details. You knew what it was to protect a sibling.

So the afternoon Ellie hesitated at the door, the rain coming down in sheets and the teenager seemingly having forgotten her umbrella, you didn’t hesitate, busying yourself tidying up a classroom that would never be organised so long as there were students in it.

‘Wow, it’s coming down,’ you said to her back, as she gazed down the street. ‘Wait it out with me?’

Ellie sighed, turning around to face you, her frown serious and with furrowed brows.

‘What do you know about sheep farming?’ she asked. You hadn’t been expecting that.

‘Umm…’ you said, wracking your brains for some kind of sensible answer, feeling your panic grow the longer you stayed silent. She was exceptionally good at being still, you realised, listening intently and unnervingly so. ‘You’d want to have a shovel,’ you finished. Perfect. Top notch work.

‘A…shovel?’ Ellie asked, looking at you like she was starting to realise her educational future was in the hands of either a moron or a lunatic.

‘Well, there’d be a lot of shit,’ you finished, and then grinned as you saw her face light up.

‘You swore! She explained, and you shrugged your shoulders. You knew you’d just conceded any hope of getting her to watch her language ever again. Worth it for the way she was grinning at you.

‘Off the clock,’ you said, and she chuckled.

‘What else you do when you’re not working? Smoke drugs and take weed?’

Oh, the sweet little thing, you thought. You didn’t want to correct her. There were some things you were OK with her being wrong about.

‘Yeah, I’m a real wild child,’ you bantered. Ellie’s eyes glittered, little dimples appearing when she was really smiling. It was charming. You were charmed.

‘Sex, drugs and rock’n’rolllll….’ She said, flipping the bird with both hands.

‘What do you know about any of that?’ you asked, laughing until you saw her face drop. ‘Sorry, I didn’t…’

‘I came from a QZ, so I learnt some stuff,’ she said, but she was quiet again, her face falling back into stone. You swallowed.

‘Right, of course. I did too, so I get it.’

‘No shit, which one?’ she asked. You realised she was still standing, possibly because you were, and you went and sat on the edge of your desk. She lowered herself into the chair opposite. You realised how observant, what a good mimic she was. You wondered what had caused her to have to learn it.

‘Chicago,’ you said, and you hadn’t considered that trying to pry Ellie open would leave you exposed as well. ‘Was there 10 years and change.’

Ellie whistled through her teeth. ‘You a teacher there, too?’ she asked, and you avoided her eyes.

‘No, I was…drafted.’ You watched her eyes narrow, her hands suddenly fiddling with the bottom of her sleeve. ‘I was terrible, though, couldn’t have been a worse soldier. Kept trying to be nice to people, snuck a few out.’

You weren’t sure if you were winning her over, wanted to explain to her that you hadn’t had a choice. That you had hated it, that you hadn’t done any of the dirty stuff, that you were too soft and too young. You wondered if that would even matter to her, if actually you were just telling her you were weak. If these were just the same excuses you’d been telling yourself for years, that they would crackle and fade under the heat of her scrutiny.

‘FEDRA school, so I get it. I was going to be one of you too, I guess.’

‘Something tells me neither of us could ever really one of them,’ you said.

‘I’m a violent person,’ she said, suddenly, fixing you with a stare. ‘I have violence in me.’

You swallowed. She wasn’t threatening in this moment, not in the way she thought she was being. You saw the ache in her eyes, the pain pulling her mouth tight and hard into a line.

‘I think any of us can be violent when we need to protect the things we care about,’ you said, carefully, scanning her face for any hint of anger, of disbelief.

‘Is that the same thing?’ she asked. You thought, hard and fast.

‘Some people are violent for the sake of it, and I think you know that as well as I do,’ you said. She let her gaze fall to the floor. ‘I don’t need to know how you know that, Ellie. But I can see that you do.’ You waited for any reaction, ploughed on when you got none. ‘But being through what we’ve all been through, for so long, you can pick those people like a nose. And you’re not one of them.’

‘Pick them like a nose,’ she repeated, starting to smile again. She was still so young, and in this moment seemed even younger. ‘Some people are boogers,’ she said, giggling now, shifting the weight in the room.

You reached out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, leaning forward to look her in the eye. ‘Some people are boogers, Ellie,’ you deadpanned, and she full-body laughed, her shoulders shaking under your hand. You felt it in your bones, in your chest; the lightness of it, the thrill.

--

After your talk Ellie’s mood improved, just enough that she started chatting to some of the other kids. She gravitated towards one of the younger boys, Mika, only 8 but a voracious reader of the few comic books you kept stored in the classroom. You watched as she read them to him, helped him sound out the words, doing the voices and the sound effects while Mika grinned at her, delirious at having a big kid share his interest.

But the fact remained, a lot of Ellie’s previous education was patchy. You knew about FEDRA school, that it was never famed for its academic rigour, and that things had become worse as the QZs broke down. Ellie wasn’t the first QZ refugee in your classroom, but she had different gaps to the others, and it was difficult to help her catch up while also managing the learning needs of the 16 other kids in the room. She hated maths, couldn’t get the logic of it, was prone to just staring out the window while you tried to show her fractions. Even if you tried to make it vaguely relevant; ‘the cowboy is walking 9 miles an hour to meet his friend from another settlement to trade leather for antibiotics. If he leaves at 10 AM and meets his friend at 3:30 PM how far did he travel?’ she just didn’t have the patience for it. You remembered that same feeling, arguing with your teachers that learning maths was useless since every computer had a calculator on it, and you had been so fucking wrong in ways none of you had ever thought possible.

Ordinarily, faced with a student who wasn’t going so well, you’d ask to meet with the parents. Something about Joel made you hesitate. You’d seen him around town, coming back from patrols, talking with Tommy in the Bison every now and again, and you had observed, using all of your years of training, that he was distant. That he carried himself tight across the shoulders, his right arm swinging beside him like he was limbering up to strike. You weren’t afraid of him, but he was big, and he was stoney-eyed, and he was really fucking cute if you were being honest with yourself. Maybe you could just talk to Ellie. Maybe that would be just as scary, but in a slightly easier way.

You yawned, having spent the night before last on the wall. The kids weren’t in yet, you’d started out for the schoolhouse early to try and get some sort of lesson plan together, to figure out how to teach geography to a bunch of kids who had, for the most part, never been out beyond the wall. You’d found a copy of an old travel magazine, but that had been scant on details. You’d decided you were going to teach them about the ocean by sketching a rough world map on the board.

‘Where the fuck was New Zealand, again?’ you muttered to yourself, hovering over the left half of Australia. That didn’t seem right. But up above was Indonesia, you were like 80% sure? Was Australia even in the right spot? Wasn’t there a thing about it being the southern-most island in the world?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you, concentrating so hard on the bottom end of the Pacific. A throat cleared behind you and you startled, dropping your chalk.

‘Uhh…Teach?’ the voice said, and you turned sharply. He was standing in your classroom, palms up. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya.’

‘Joel, hi,’ you said, trying to recover your breath and maybe some fragment of your dignity. He was cuter up close, but also, he was larger. Amongst the child-sized school furniture he looked like Paul Bunyon trying to learn how to spell.

‘Yeah, I uh…oh you know me?’ He seemed surprised, as if he and Ellie hadn’t been the focus of intense community scrutiny for weeks.

‘I mean, it’s Jackson, so.’ You watched as this failed to comfort him. ‘You’re Tommy’s brother? He’s the reason I’m here.’

‘Yeah, he told me he found you half-starved and crazy-eyed out in the wilderness years back.’

‘And here I am, well fed and crazy-eyed in Jackson.’ It would take a few goings over of this conversation, your brain replaying it on repeat as you tried desperately to sleep, for you to realise he had asked Tommy about you.

He laughed a little, and you watched as his eyes flicked down over your body, up to your face. It was subtle but you were trained to observe, and you saw the way the top of his cheeks went just a little pink.

‘What have they got you on?’ you asked, to break the tension. He shuffled.

‘Patrol,’ he said, and you nodded. ‘Day shift, at least. Can be home in time for dinner.’

You felt a little tug at your insides, the idea of this man over a stovetop mashing potatoes for Ellie, or flipping a burger on a grill on a warm summer night, beer in hand, or hovering over the oven to watch the roast pork form a perfect crackling. It was too domestic, opening up a dangerous little yearning. You threw water over it before it could engulf you, felt the ashes flitter up and catch on your eyelashes.

‘Reckon I’d take that over wrangling twenty kids all day,’ Joel was saying, and you snapped your attention back to him, shaking your head a little.

‘You prefer clickers?’

‘Well at least they’ll listen to ya,’ Joel said, a little lopsided grin emerging. You felt a giggle bubble up into your chest.

‘You sound like Tommy when you’re being a smartarse,’ you said, too quickly to think it through. You felt heat burn on your cheeks.

‘I think you’ll find he sounds like me,’ Joel said.

‘Sorry, big brother,’ you said, and he gave a grunt of good-natured acknowledgement.

Joel looked at you, standing in your little classroom on the edge of town, books and toys and pencils strewn about. In here, in this world of colour and warmth you could almost imagine it was a normal school. He hadn’t been in one for so long, not since Sarah. It felt safe in here, when he’d been dreading it for weeks, worried that the ghosts would emerge from the walls and clamber at his throat. He wondered if it was you that was doing it, some kind of magic in the air around you, some kind of beacon. He swallowed. This wasn’t at all what he had expected.

He barely slept anymore, too afraid to lie on his good ear, even in the safety of Jackson. His jangling nerves leading him to pace the halls in the darkness, where he could hear Ellie trapped in her nightmares, her little whimpers leaking out under the door and pooling at his socked feet, where he stood at the door not sure if he should go in. In his own dreams they dragged her away from him by her backpack, Ellie’s arms scratching at them, reaching for him, screaming his name.

But then, a few days ago Ellie had come home smiling. He’d been working so hard to cheer her up, to try and bring her back from outside the walls now that they were both safely wrapped up in them, but each time he tried to get her out: went with her to movie night, took her to listen to the music in the town hall, convinced the kitchen to make her fresh ravioli at the mess hall, she just humoured him, smiled at him without her eyes, reassuring him, always, that she was just fine.

Something had happened in this schoolhouse, and he was curious to find out what. Standing in front of you now, he was starting to get a sense of it.

‘Do you want to…’ you asked, and you didn’t know what you were going to say next. Sit down? Talk some more? Bend me over the desk and make me howl for you?

‘I uhh…I wanted to talk to you about Ellie,’ he filled in, and you smiled.

He shuffled, looking down at his feet, and you watched the tension in his shoulders pull hard at the seams of his shirt. His knee was playing up a little, and he was trying hard to hide it from you. You were younger than him, he could tell that much, enough that he didn’t think your bones ached.

‘Sit,’ you said, gesturing him over to your desk in the corner of the room. You had meant in the chair opposite, but he perched on the edge of the desk instead.

‘She uh, she doin’ OK?’ he asked, and you sighed.

‘She seems like she’s…distracted, I guess,’ you said, but you didn’t guess, you knew very well, and you wondered why you couldn’t just tell him outright. He seemed so worried about her, you realised. You hadn’t wanted him to worry that his parenting was in any way to blame.

‘We had a hard time of it, don’t know if she told ya.’

‘She hasn’t said much, really,’ you said, and you paused before correcting herself. ‘Actually, I lie, yesterday she did say that FEDRA were a bunch of fucking arseholes.’ Joel laughed lightly at this, a quiet little thing. ‘So, I’d say her judgement is sound. We did have a little bit of a chat the other day.’

Joel nodded. He’d pieced it together already, was feeling himself drawn to you even in the ten minutes he’d been there, could only imagine what being in your presence for a few weeks could have done for Ellie.

‘I gotta be honest, Joel, she needs a little bit of help with some things. That’s not a criticism,’ you added, hastily. ‘The QZ schools were…’

‘Military training camps,’ Joel finished, and you nodded your head.

‘Not exactly encouraging of critical thinking. She’s so smart, Joel, so clever. But her maths, her writing…’

‘She reads a lot,’ Joel said, not feeling defensive but not comfortable, either. It was hard for him to figure out what it was, just that it was pooling heavy in the back of his throat.

‘Comics?’ you asked, and he nodded, quietly.

‘That’s great, but she could read more challenging things…’ you could see he was starting to deflate, and you wanted to rush towards him and take his hands in yours. Instead, you settled for your words. ‘It feels a little bit like she doesn’t have the patience to write for herself.’

He huffed out a laugh, but not an all over happy one.

‘You got her pegged,’ he said, and he was smiling at you, but it felt heavier than it should have been, and you weren’t sure why.

‘She’s an extraordinary young woman,’ you tried, seeing if you could break the tension. He clicked his jaw, the muscle flexing on one side.

‘For a long time, it was just about keeping her alive,’ he said, wondering why the classroom was so hot all of a sudden. Surely that made it hard for the kids to concentrate?

‘I get that, Joel. It’s been so hard,’ you said, meaning it.

‘I’m just…not sure how to talk to her now,’ he said, and he looked so sad for a second, a beaten-down bear in an invisible cage, and you wanted to wrap your arms around him and draw him into you, rock him gently, this enormous man who could snap the desk he was sitting on in half.

‘Did something happen?’ you asked, and he looked up at you, his face more open in that moment then you’d ever seen it, cast in a mask of worry, of paternal guilt.

‘So much,’ he said, quietly, and you wanted him to go on but there were little feet coming up the stairs, shouts and laughter, and he was standing up, preparing to disappear. You wanted to hold the moment, lock the doors and keep the kids out to give him the space to struggle, but he was shielding himself off again, his eyes growing cold as you watched him.

‘I’ll look out for her,’ you rushed to reassure him, moving a few steps towards him as he backed away. You wanted to give him something, some kind of comfort, something for him to know you were on the case. ‘She’s a good kid, a great one. She’s so smart, Joel.’ You were rambling, still not sure why you wanted him to know all of this right now, why it was suddenly so important that you tell him. He nodded at you, turning to the door and stopping before he crossed the threshold.

‘Thanks, Teach,’ he said, as he slipped away.

--

You couldn’t get it out of your mind, the way his face fell, the way something was unfurling when you asked him what had happened out there. He must have known you understood the unholy terrors, the clickers and the raiders, the things beyond the wall, the worse things inside them. He must have known for you to have survived this long you’d seen some things. But you’d been in Jackson a long time, seen it grow under the careful watch of Maria and the town council. Maybe he thought you were soft now, that you’d been sheltered. Maybe he resented you, didn’t respect you, maybe he was right to.

By the afternoon you were restless, the end of the school day not coming soon enough. It was Friday, which meant that tomorrow you had a shift on the wall, and you knew you should go home to bed. But something about the conversation just kept sitting, thorny and unsettling, in the back of your mind. He had seemed so sad, like he was failing her because she wasn’t reading Tolstoy. You kicked yourself. Of course in an apocalypse, having travelled as far as they had, all the way from Boston QZ according to Tommy, with some pitstops along the way he was none too keen to enlighten you on, of course no one gave a shit about her literacy. Of course it was about keeping her alive. He hadn’t been in Jackson anywhere near long enough for you to start haranguing him about his daughter’s reading comprehension. Why hadn’t you said that?

And why did it bother you so much, that you skipped the Bison and took yourself straight home, begged off with your mates that you had a headache to go and pace around your kitchen, opening and closing your cabinets without seeing what was in them.

‘I know,’ you said to your sister, who was sitting at your kitchen table and also wasn’t really there. ‘I know I fucked up but what now?’

You paused, heard your sister’s voice echo across a decade to admonish you, having squabbled so often with her when she was alive that you were perfectly capable of carrying on an argument with her ghost.  

‘I know he loves her, of course he does. I know that’s why he was quiet. But I didn’t mean to make him feel bad.’ You paused again. ‘I can’t just apologise to him. I can’t go over there and just like…do a house visit. Because I’m a professional. I know it’s a fucking commune, I mean professional like it’s my job here.’

You took a second to remind yourself it wasn’t crazy to talk to yourself so long as you were aware you were doing it. You closed your eyes, taking a breath in through your nose to steady yourself.

‘Rose, you’re not making sense,’ you said to your empty kitchen. ‘He’s adjusting to life here, I don’t want to march over there and give him a new problem. I know it’s about Ellie, too. But she also doesn’t need me basically implying she’s a crap student when she’s just survived something, obviously, by the skin of her teeth. It’s not going to distract them in a good way. They don’t need me in there business. Forget it, Rose, I’m not going over there. I’m not.’

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Joel was trying to remember how he made mac and cheese in the before times. It came out of a box, he remembered, but did he add milk or warm water? Did he have to bake it? No, that would have made it dry. He remembered stirring a pot for what felt like hours, when Sarah went through that phase that she would only eat beige coloured foods. He’d made a huge vat of it, poured six or seven boxes into an enormous pot, thinking that if she ate enough of it over the course of a few days she’d never want it again. She’d eaten all of it over the course of the afternoon, and had demanded another the next morning. That would have been a lot of milk. Surely water then, right?

Ellie was in the living room, a comic in front of her on the table. He frowned, your words weighing heavy in his gut. Something more challenging. Books were hard to come by, but maybe on his next patrol…

There was a knock on the door and he saw Ellie flinch, startled by the unexpected noise.

‘I can get it,’ he called out to her through the doorway, but she was already up, not listening to him, again.

‘Oh shit,’ he heard her exclaim, and he just barely remembered to turn the heat off the stove before he was rushing towards the door.

‘Wha’ is it?’ he called, coming to a stop behind her.

‘Did I leave something at school?’ Ellie asked, looking at the books you were carrying, appearing on their front porch unannounced, practically hopping from one foot to the other in terror.

‘No, no, these are…well actually I was hoping maybe Joel and I could talk, it’s just that I have this idea, it’s probably not a good one, I just…’ Joel watched you take a shaky breath in. He glanced behind himself, appraising the living room and cringing a little, wondered how it was possible he and Ellie could make such a mess in the short time they’d been there.

‘Ellie, go wash up for dinner,’ he said, and she turned to him, rolling her eyes.

‘You fuckin’ serious, man?’ she asked, and Joel turned his gaze on her, cold in his eyes. You tried not to grin as Ellie stood back, raising her hands in defeat, turning and bounding up the stairs two at a time.

‘I should learn that trick from you,’ you said, and you smiled nervously at him.

‘Reckon you’ve got your own tricks,’ Joel said, and blushed when he realised what he’d just said to you, watched your eyes grow just a little wider as it sunk in. ‘Come in,’ he said quickly, hoping to push his words out of the air between you.

‘Oh, you’re having dinner, of course, I’m sorry,’ you said, the unmistakable smell of burning cheese greeting you.

‘Aint nothin,’ Joel said, waving you in. ‘Just uhh…just let me try and save dinner.’

You breathed out a little laugh, walking with him to the kitchen and dropping the books onto the table. You watched as Joel stared down at the bottom of the pot, a grimace on his face.

‘It smells delicious,’ you lied, and he raised an eyebrow at you, turning the pot upside down to demonstrate the gelatinous goop stuck to the bottom of it.

‘You like cheese loaf?’ he asked, grinning, and you smiled.

‘Mmm-mmm,’ you smiled, rubbing your tummy. He smiled, all the way up to his eyes, and you felt your belly do a traitorous little flip.

‘I’m failin’ all over the place today,’ he muttered, and the smile slid from your face.

‘Wait, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Today at the school, I think I made it sound like Ellie is failing, and she’s not, she’s doing really well. She reads well, she’s just behind on some of the more detailed stuff, but she can get there with a little help.’

Joel bit his lip. This was why you rushed over here? Because you were worried you’d offended him?

‘Knew what you meant,’ he started, but you were fanning the books out now, showing him. They were schoolbooks, some of them falling apart a little, one held together with rubber bands and good will, but schoolbooks none the less.

‘I was thinking I could tutor her, a little, get her up to speed,’ you said, watching him carefully. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, Joel. You’ve done an amazing job getting her across the country. I don’t know how you did it, I really don’t. But you got her here and now I can help her…I guess, take the next step?’

If you had been able to look him in the eyes he would have stolen your breath, your words from you, so you stared at his hairline instead.

‘You’d do that for her?’ he asked, quiet, a little unbelieving.

‘Of course,’ you said, immediately. You had a sense there were eyes on your back, that Ellie was very good at creeping around on quiet feet. ‘I think she’s incredible, and I would love to spend the time with her helping her be the best she can be.’ You spoke up a little louder, made sure your voice was clear.

‘Reckon it’s not up to me,’ Joel said, his eyes over your shoulder now.

You turned, saw her standing in the doorway, her eyes uncertain.

‘Only if you want to, Ellie,’ you said. ‘Only if you feel comfortable.’

Joel held his breath. He wasn’t sure what he wanted Ellie to choose, was sure she’d never been able to make a choice like it before. You were patient, letting her think it through.

‘Can I just try for one or two times and see if I like it?’ she asked.

‘Of course you can,’ you said.

‘Can’t believe I’m volunteering for more fuckin’ school,’ Ellie muttered. You grinned. Neither could you.

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[eazy-peazy54]

My problem with the Will Wood fandom, (a.k.a touch grass, a.k.a stan culture can suck it) (an essay.)

This one is LONG and a DOOZY, so buckle up if you like to read.

just want to clarify, i do NOT hate the will wood fandom in itself. AT ALL. I love you guys (/p)

i just dislike the people who say weird and creepy shit. if that doesnt apply to you, cool! but tell the people who do that shit to knock it off.

NO DISCOURSE IN THE REBLOGS I WILL ATTACK YOU

One HUGE gripe I have with the Will Wood fandom is how some of you guys treat Will Wood like (and this is literally the only way I can put this that isn't too serious) some all-powerful deity of knowledge that you would kill AND die for. In this essay, I will explain why [some of] you are fucking creeps.

Will Wood. Where do I begin. For the very few who are unaware, Will Wood is a singer-songwriter who makes very strange avant garde whatchamacallit evil jazz/swing music. He has been known as Will Wood since 2015, where he released his first album, Everything Is A Lot, under the name Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

Me personally, I first heard of him from the song Dr. Sunshine Is Dead, from the good old days of 2018 animation meme Youtube.

Ever since the inevitable Tiktokification of the song I / Me / Myself, from The Normal Album, the Will Wood fandom has become... well.. full of children. I have no place to speak, of course, because I myself, am a teenager, but I'm talking like. 11-14 year olds.

11-14 year olds who are all fucking INSANE.

Will Wood has been put in what I like to call;

The Holy Trinity.

This being the big three artists who the mentally ill queers (like me) listen to.

Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, and of course, Will Wood.

Being in this holy trinity has both done him good, and bad. On the positive side, yay!! More streams, more plays, more people to appreciate the craft, and more people who like the music! On the negative side, now you have an army of children listening to adult music, interacting with adult music and music videos, who are willing to do ANYTHING to get your attention, because they are young and don't know much better.

And here, stuck in the middle of it all, is poor William.

Stuck as a straight "gay icon," in a sea of twelve year olds.

Well shit.

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Leading to the second part of my half-essay.

2020. The year shit changed for Will Wood. The Normal Album was released, and people found themselves relating to I / Me / Myself, as stated before. Then this "new," unheard of fandom was kind of birthed upon Tiktok. They were treating him like fucking jesus.

Which is weird.

They were sad, gay, looking for answers, and found them in Will's music. Which is like. Cool!

But when people were saying that he was trans, and then switched up and said he was making fun of trans people?

Yeah. Not that cool actually.

Coming back to the present now, Will has stated how weird these kids are.

In a response from a AMA for In Case I Make It on the official Will Wood subreddit, (I know. Ew, gross, Reddit, but this post was what inspired me to make this in the first place, so,) Will says this:

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"When I was living in the sticks along the Delaware during the pandemic, I had this weird sort of mystical thing going on inside my head that was trying connect dots in my life and turn meaningless nothing things into signs that I would die.

This was happening around the same time I was dealing with getting actual public attention for the first time, and was living in an area where nobody wore masks, and was living with people who were at risk of serious covid complications if they caught it. Also for most of it I was the dreaded 27, and having been a bit of a junkie in my younger years and an idiot with a barely-treated psychiatric wreck in my brain for most of the ones following it, it was not unlike me to assume I'd die young.

It just seemed too perfect.

As I was dealing with the reception of the normal album (my first truly scathing reviews, I/Me/Myself "discourse," being the subject of conversation on a larger scale) which was beyond what I was prepared for psychologically in terms of its scope and type, my anxious rumination started to veer toward genuine paranoia.

I started thinking that I would die by my own hand or be murdered by one of these crazed Will Wood fans in the dead of night. So I didn't sleep like ever, I lost a bunch of weight and couldn't gain it back for a while, I freaked out a whole bunch and I'm surprised looking back I never lost my sobriety or whatever.

Since it started to look more and more like cosmic fact that I was doomed, I started to feel greater and greater desperation to get out these songs that I had been quietly writing over the previous year or two. Songs I'd written while going through a big breakup and wrestling with rotten parts of me that were finally accessible due to my finally being properly medicated and dealing with the real shit in therapy. And then songs I'd written as I went through these changes."

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Obviously that is a lot to unpack for a Tumblr essay, but since you’re this far, you probably read it all already.

“Stans,” as most would call them, and “Stan Culture” as a whole, is just a huge wreck. Everyone is always fighting someone. We know this. We all do. Stans scare artists. 

I want you to think. Think of the artists who are inspired by Will Wood. The ones who want to cater out their music to the Will Wood fans. Imagine if you will, those artists seeing that AMA post, seeing the crazed fans, seeing the relentless sexualization, the jokes about serious issues, like Will’s past drug use, seeing all of this and thinking:

“Is it really worth it?

Is it really worth all of this to make music and put myself out there?”

Now, that may make you uncomfortable, but it's the honest truth. And it's happened to so many people, and so many artists. 

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And now a message to the disgraced kids who managed to latch on to Will Wood’s music.

Treating a musical artist like a god is not gonna help anyone. I’d know. I’ve seen it happen multiple times, to multiple artists. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is think before posting on the internet. Think to yourself; would I say this to the artist's face? Could someone see this and think differently of me? Is this just weird to say in general?

Remember that these people are real people. Will Wood is a real person. With real thoughts. real feelings. a life to live. He's not just some music making machine. He’s not just some silly character. He’s not just some whimsical guy who we can all project onto.

Will Wood is a real person, and everyone should treat him that way. 

Thank you for reading.

(I will edit this essay if I think of anything else to add. That or I'll just reblog it.)

[vulpixisananimal]

THE AU MASTERPOST MASTERPOST

So! You got interested in one of the other Aus for sale at this humble vulpix's blog?

WELL HERE'S WHERE YOU FIND THEM!!!

SIFSTEM

My baby of a fanfic. I've worked in it for so long and will be working on it for so long.

The summary: post two hats ending Siffrin and co are living their lives! Met up with Nille, traveling all together! However, two things happen. One, Siffrin finds that there are others talking to him inside their head. And two, weird things are afoot in Jouvente with mind altering crafts.

It has it's own masterpost here! And thank you @neoncityrain for helping with it! Look at his stuff too it's so cool!!

CADENCE OF VAUGARDE

An AU Where Cadence, from Crypt of the NecroDancer is thrust into the world of Vaugarde after the Kings Curse gets, stranger. The Saviors are all frozen on the day before their great victory, and now she must fix things with the help of a wonderful star~

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Cadence Ref

CARRION!SIF

(Better name pending.) An AU by @traumaboyexo that I kind of went crazy with and I'm gonna write a lot for now I bet. TL;DR Siffrin isn't normal, very, not normal. And they don't even know it yet. Warning for this one, there's gonna be horror, and body horror, and a lot of stuff.

[1 - Act 1]

MAY YOUR HEART BE YOUR GUIDING STAR

The world has ended. You was just going through another blinding room, but the world has ended out of nowhere. You and your friends where attacked by dark creatures and Dormont was torn apart untill nothing was left. What will you do now?

Split up into three perspectives, A-Side, B-Side, C-Side.

A-Side: The Bright One

[1]

B-Side: ???

C-Side: ???

[nunalastor]

Lord, I just saw the DND AU and now I'm praying for someone to write it because I know absolutely nothing about DND.

It funnier is the two people we know can alter reality (Alastor and Lucifer) get more and more into it as the game progresses. And as they do, there are some... subtle changes to them. And the hotel. And the residents.

...and maybe Hell. (That was purely Lucifer's fault.)

It starts out small. Just small behaviors and quirks from their characters. The others barely notice, and think it's pretty funny when they do. Alastor and Lucifer's outfits almost start to kind of look like their characters', and okay, that's pretty fun too. Charlie's happy about this, because they're finally interested in one of her activities, and it seems to be helping them get along! Their characters are friendly to each other, and their dynamic starts to leak out into their real world interactions.

The others play into it a bit. Nifty's started wearing her costume whenever she's going on another bug murdering spree, and Angel keeps slipping into character at the bar just to annoy Husk.

The others think that Alastor and Lucifer's changes are so amusing, they fail to notice their own. Their voices, outfits, behaviors.

And the hotel's decor seems... different lately, no?

The campaign is getting better and better with each session, and people online are loving it. The props and voices are more accurate, and the roleplaying is really gripping.

Then the hotel in attacked. Because, yes, even with the king living there, some sinners are a little too in over their heads. But... they're also dressed kinda weird. Sorta like the NPCs from the campaign. The hotel doesn't really notice; they're too busy killing them off. Suspiciously, their fighting styles kind of mirror the ones they use in game.

Some time later, someone somewhat sane leaves the hotel for an errand run (probably Vaggie or Charlie). And, did the surrounding towns always look like this? And there seems to be less gratuitous violence at every corner. There are merchants, and people acting like village-folk. Maybe some overlord recently took over this district, someone like Rosie. (Vaggie's really unsure about that, but what else could it be?)

At some point, someone runs up to them, asking them for help finding their lost child. Will do! Hah, it almost sounds like one of their quests from earlier on in the campaign. But this is real life. They find and return the child to their mother, who offers to pay them for their help. They decline the strangely generous offer and move along with their day.

Things start getting really weird when the other overlords starts acting weird, almost like the bosses from the campaign. (And no, none of them notice their own changes either.)

Okay, the hotel's starting to realize how out of control things are getting. Something is definitely wrong, but they're too in character at this point to fully place it. It takes Ozzy making a visit to the Pride Ring to see, "Holy shit, this place has fully transformed." It barely even looks like Hell- the sky isn't even red anymore!

Literally nobody else in the Pride Ring clocks the changes; they all just kinda accept it and act like it's normal.

I don't even know how this would happen, but it would be absolutely hilarious is Heaven somehow got involved. (Maybe this is why there was that whole "Satanic Panic" around DND...)

👀

[kelin-is-writing]

Some of you… Guys… who lack empathy and overall emotional intelligence, kinda love to run your mouth waaaaaay too much and end up saying things that make 0 sense. This fandom is also waaaaay too comfortable with victim blaming Rei and Touya for everything that has happened to the Todorokis while Endeavor gets away with it, for no reason at all at that.

“OhHh BuT hE fElLs SoRrY fOr EvErYtHiNg He DiD”

I’m going to be completely honest with you all: I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s now swimming in his sorrows. He better be drowning in them actually. Because there’s a consequence to everything we do. ALWAYS. Besides, if he was going to feel ohh so sorry about what he did to his family, then he simply shouldn’t have done none of it to begin with.

He can’t go on fill his child like a balloon the way he did and then expect said balloon to not explode after he had blew way too much air into it. That’s egotistical.

You also can’t buy your wife (who was still a minor at the time), have her pop out kids like she’s some kind of kids machine for your greedy needs and even force two of them on her before you go ahead and start physically and mentally abusing her, then expect for there to not be any repercussions on your family’s relationships.

Blaming a kid who got his whole life and being manipulated and then gaslighted by his own father, who remembered he indeed had an eldest son only when it was too late, and a woman who was sold to a greedy, egotistical, egocentric, narcissistic and selfish man when she was a kid who had one option worse than the other (We all know that the Himuras ain’t any more sane than Endeavor) is so weird guys, please.

Touya was treated like a human weapon by his own father, who as soon as he saw no more use in him and his quirk just casted the kid aside (which was before Natsuo was even conceived btw). So where’s the favoritism in this? Where? Because I can’t see it anywhere, no matter how hard I look for it. And why is that? Because there’s none. So you lot can stop being delusional about this topic, ‘cause it doesn’t stand up not even if you force it. You can’t erase the manipulation (into making him think he could become the #1 Hero, surpass All Might for his father and be the strongest) and then the gaslighting (telling him he can’t do any of that anymore since his quirk won’t permit it, telling Touya he should give up on his dream because it will never happen after Endeavor ingrained all that into his mind) just like that, then call all of this favoritism. Do you all even know what favoritism is? Or you just find out words on the Internet, ignore completely their meaning, and run with them blindly? Because I am bewildered by how some of you guys be coming on here to just say anything… Touya got failed by his parents and his siblings, because he was ignored and neglected by his siblings as much as he was by his parents (Shoto excluded because Endeavor was busy grooming him this time around) but none of you guys even call them out on Touya going through all of that alone, for some reason, while being okay with what Natsuo and Fuyumi told him as soon as they got into the battlefield. Like they ain’t bad siblings too and Endeavor wasn’t the reason they all lost each others as a family, literally do not piss me off I beg. I’m firmly convinced some of you guys pick and choose who you defend in the Todofam, but like… Everything you guys say makes no sense? It just shows me that some of you lack, as I said at the very beginning of the post, empathy and emotional intelligence. Which is sad.

You all can say “We’ve all gone through hard times alone” as much as you want, but that is not normal at all, towards any time of relationship but especially towards family. It’s not healthy and it can hurt a person a lot, making them close in themselves and when it starts to hurt from the inside the moment you stop getting all of the pent up stress inside it’s no good at all. And for the record, Touya (or just anyone) venting or opening himself to Natsuo about what he’s going through it’s not trauma dumping. It’s never trauma dumping if you genuinely care for someone (clarifying this before any of you emotional ignorant peoples come at me about this 🫠). So Natsuo and Fuyumi being in all of this too shouldn’t be used as an excuse for pushing their brother’s concerns and feelings under the rug, families are supposed to go through these type of situations as a family if they want to keep living happily as such, but they remembered this after one of them died and their youngest sibling was being still raised as a fighting machine by their abusive father. So, mind you, but they all (except Shoto) owe Touya some big ass apologies written down on a letter with tears if I gotta be honest.

As for Rei; she became a mother young, went through a lot all alone because mind you Mr. Husband was waaaaay too busy trying to groom their son into a Hero machine that could beat someone he is incapable of beating (Because a nullity will always be a nullity after all, even when becoming a #1 after the former #1 retirement, if they insist on projecting ofc) to help and guide his young and inexperienced wife through a wedding like theirs. How was she supposed to not lose her mind after being sold, neglected, beaten up, verbally abused, forced to pop out kids like a gachapon, seeing her fourteen years old son lose himself into the void because of his father and then he dies too, without never getting love nor affection from his father (the one he looked up to) the way a kid wants, needs and is supposed to get which is something I’m 100% sure led her to depression. You all diminish too much the grief a mother feels when she loses her kids. There’s much a mother, a human, can handle; and for Rei it got to a point where every trace of Endeavor disgusted her so much her whole body rejected his entire existence leading her to a mental breakdown. One that was due to come earlier if we think about it, but she was strong enough for her remaining kids until she couldn’t do it anymore. What she did to Shoto is wrong, I know and I acknowledge, but she’s a traumatized person who sees her abuser everywhere she goes because, unfortunately, it’s the person she was forced to marry. She apologized to Shoto right away, because she was still mature and sane enough to recognize her mistake right when it happened.

But Endeavor’s ego is so big that it took him his eldest son nearly blowing everyone up and becoming a walking torch before he finally apologized to the whole family for his wrong doings of 10 years prior. Which is crazy to me.

So I’m gonna need you all to stop erase Endeavor’s wrongdoings and try to gaslight the whole fandom into blaming Rei and Touya for the mistakes of someone else, because they’re the biggest victims in all of this shit.

That being said, hope y’all get well soon 🫶🏻💜

[nerves-nebula]

I’m gonna be honest i don’t think of my turtles or comics or anything I make as particularly Dark Content. It’s just normal shit to me. Like I’m aware that there are ppl who won’t wanna look at it cuz it’s “Dark Content” but tbh I feel like a genuine (but mild) sort of contempt for them, sorry to say.

cuz it’s not as though I’m making splatter punk shit over here.

On the one hand I’m not saying it’s unreasonable to be made uncomfortable by the concept of incest but on the other hand I kind of am? Like how to explain this… incest is just kind of normal guys. It’s like death, it’s a thing that happens sometimes. It’s a thing that happens regardless of if you have a happy or sad life. There are delightful happy kids out there who’ve experienced it and not even being able to engage with the subject, even passingly in a light hearted way, is weird to me. Weird in a bad way.

To me it basically just feels like I’m writing about some kid who get neglected and molested and that’s not Dark Content to me cuz the tone isn’t dark. That’s just the way it is. The tone is like, these are their lives. And they’re goofy sometimes cuz they’re teenagers. They’re miserable sometimes cuz they’re going through hard stuff.

Idk idk how to explain it. The more I think about and make art about incest and csa the more annoyed I get by how far behind everyone else is.

I genuinely believe incest and csa are on par with like, parental or family deaths, when it comes to “darkness” whatever that means. I believe if kids shows can discuss a character grieving over a parent or a pet they should be able to discuss this shit too like.

I know I’m preaching to the choir here but I’m sooo tired of acting like csa and incest aren’t incredibly common experiences that everyone would benefit from talking about it drives me up the wallllsss

Ok I’m normal again :)

[strayheartless]

Happy Father’s Day, to the Dad of floor 49:

Angeals men thought they were funny.

He knew that for certain, simply because of the sheer about of ‘#1 Dad’ mugs and cards sat on his desk when he came in this morning. Genesis as per usual denied knowing who orchestrated such a “demonstration of pure comic genius”; while Sephiroth proceeded to pick all the toffee twists out of each gift basket.

“You do not like these correct?” He said, letting the tiniest bit of childish hope into his eyes. “You usually say I can have them…”

Angeal huffed, smiling tiredly at him. “Have at it bud,” he gestures to the gift baskets and Chuckled slightly as Sephiroth descends upon the sweets.

Where the hell is he going to put all this? He still has a mountain of flavoured tea from last Father’s Day.

It irritates him a little that they do this every year. He was twenty five, he wasn’t old enough to be any of their fathers and it grates on him that they took the joke this far every year. His own father deserved all of this, not him. That had been a man who deserved celebrating. That had been a true father.

A knock at the door pulled him from his brooding and he didn’t need to look to know it was Zack. He’d been training the boy for a few months now, and he had a very distinct rhythm about his person. Enough for Angeal to know his excited breathing from twenty paces.

“Hi ‘Geal… I er, got you something. The guys said it was kind of tradition,” said the third class slightly nervous.

Angeal sighed. “It’s a stupid joke Zack, you shouldn’t have wasted your money on it.” He watched as Zack made a face and turned ever so slightly red.

“O-oh, well it’s just a… ahem. It’s just a card.” He hands it over gingerly and looks a little shame faced as Angeal sighed again more heavily and took the card with more aggression than was perhaps warranted.

As he opened it Zack busied himself with openly staring at Sephiroth who was consuming three toffee twists at once.

“Er good morning General Sephiroth sir. Er… are those toffee twists?” He asked awkwardly.

“Angeal does not like them,” was all he got in return and Zack looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or flee.

Angeal meanwhile was feeling flawed by Zacks card. It wasn’t anything special; just a normal blue Father’s Day card with yellow writing. Inside it had the same pre-printed pleasantries, but Zack had written a little paragraph inside it.

“Angeal,” it said.

“I didn’t really know what to write here, but the boys said it was tradition so I’ll do my best.

Your not my dad. I have one of those and although I’m trying really hard not to think about how disappointed in me he’d be right now, he’s still a pretty great dad and I don’t really need a replacement. But you are my mentor, and that’s an important person too. You’ve had a lot of faith in me since I joined the SOLDIER programme and although I’m sure you’ve questioned how serious I am a couple of times, you’ve never not backed my corner and I appreciate everything you do for me.

I just wanted you to know that I guess. Your not my Dad, but I like to think that your like the older brother I never had, is that weird? Doesn’t matter.

You’re awesome,

Zack.”

Angeal turned to look at the raven haired boy. This scruffy little fifteen year old who drove him up the wall on a daily basis. This stupid and wonderful kid who’d actually given him something he didn’t know he needed today.

“Thank you Zack,” he said pulling the kid into a hug. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

[moonlight-tmd]

Reading back on this post-

Do you think Wasp and Bee would be friends in Shattered Glass?

I mean, normal Wasp and Bee are enemies, Wasp was an asshole and bullied Bee relentlessly until Longarm set him up as a spy and he was arrested. I imagine Shattered Glass Wasp was kind and nice, even befriended Bee. Wasp saw Bee getting pushed around by this big jerk Bulkhead and decided to step in. Bulkhead just huffed and decided to not waste energy on those puny things.

Wasp helped Bee patch up his dents. "Us little ones need to stick together." He said when Bee was confused as to why anyone would help someone like him. Wasp was friendly, he cared about Bee and made sure that other jerks stayed away from him.

Ironhide also helped- normal Ironhide only followed Wasp's orders before he was arrested and Iron could relax and stopped picking on bots like Wasp did. Shattered Glass Ironhide is the same, except he sticks with Wasp purely because they're friends, not out of fear of bullying. He helps Wasp fend off jerks from Bee and the little trio has a place in the camp. They even introduced this weird new guy Longarm to the group.

(I suppose Bee is white and black, Ironhide is light green and Wasp neon yellow. Longarm is black with lavender details)

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Rumours of a Decepticon in the camp spread and all leads pointed to Longarm. None of them believed it of course.. but the officers seemed to think otherwise. Wasp took it upon himself to save his friend and revealed that he was a spy, not Longarm. He was taken and locked up, leaving Shockwave in a cloud of guilt. Not long after Bee got caught up in some other issues and was forced to serve in a repair crew with Bulkhead. Longarm stayed with Ironhide and continued his tasks, althought much more careful so no one else will suffer. They both graduated and got put in different departments in Elite Guard.

Speaking of- Sentines is surprisingly not that awful. He's very likable in fact. Sure he's stern and makes everyone stick to the rules and given tasks but he's genuinely trying to help. I guess in the Prime Duo, he's the pushoever instead of Optimus.

Wasp spend years in stockades, his hopeful attitude was slowly drowned in the abuse of the guards and insanity of fellow prisoners. One night however a break-out happened, he was on the run with few other prisoners. He almost made it out but then he got shot square in the chassis, his vision flahsed black and he thought it was the end of him. But to his surprise he woke up in medbay being treated by a weird bug femme. Turns out some Decepticon snatched him after he got shot and took him along to the Decepticon ship. The femme's name was Blackarachnia; she got Wasp in critical condition, his frame was gradually destroying itself because of something in the blaster shot. Her only way ti save him was to perform an overhaul procedure and turn him into an techno-organic. Wasp was confused and scared- his mind wasn't faring any better, but eventually he got used to this new form. He got aquainted with few other Decepticons, Blitzwing, Lugnut and Starscream. All of them were accepting and evencommented on how cool he looked. And of course, he met Shockwave himself. Waspinator couldn't believe when Longarm made an appearance, he apologised over and over again for Wasp's fate. Waspinator however wasn't all that angry, sure he was angry a little but seeing how Shockwave is helping all those who suffered unfairly he forgave him. Soon enough he regained secret contact with Ironhide, who got in kahoots with Shockwave and helped him smuggle data to the cons.

Waspinator decided to take his opportunity and search for Bee. He and the other Decepticons go look for Megatron and end up on a planet Earth. And bumo into the same blasted Autobot crew that attacked Nemesis and is now terrorizing the organic race. But that wasn't as important. Bee was there. Oh, how he was worried about him...

Once when the Autobots were investigating some suspicious activity, Waspinator jumped out and kidnapped Bee. Once he found a safe location to land bee immediately tried to defend himself. He was so scared,.. but stopped shooting once Waspinator started speaking to him. It was an odd speech pattern but still understandable; Waspinator was Wasp and he came to save Bee. Bee couldn't believe what he was seeing- that was Wasp? What happened- doesn't matter, he was so happy to know his friend was here. Bee told him about what's been happening since he was put in the team- How mean everyone was and how he found a friend in one of the organics that the team tolerated only because of her weird in-build healing tech. He told him about Longarm finding him and helping as much as he could. And about Sentinel- the mech was the kindest of the officers back at boot camp, it was a relief hearing that he did his best to help Bee in this abusive situation, although Optimus never allowed him to interact much with his possesions team.

They managed to share one last hug before Prowl jumped them and dragged Bee away. Waspinator was a lone hunter- he wanted to save Bee without needing to drag the other cons into this, he'd be very close to snatching Bee away for good but the Autobots are always one step ahead of him, keeping their slave tightly in their grasp. Except one time... He was so close, he almost escaped... ut their shots were faster. Waspinator was shot down, Bee was forcing himself to not cry as he saw his dear friend fall and crash.

Waspinator was gone for a long time, everyone though he was dead- but his stubbornness was too much. He pulled himself from the brink of death and tried once more- except this time he didn't have to fight. Blackarachnia took him in again and he woke up to Bee's sweet voice quietly talking to him. Turns out Longarm upheld his part of the promise and rescued Bee upon finding him imprisoned in the underground of the Autobot's base. Also this weird organic with superpowers came along with him- she turned out to be techno-organic too.

From then on, aside from Blitzwing and Shockwave, Bee has Waspinator as a scary guardian- and Waspinator definitelly uses his form to give Bee "scary dog privillages". Decepticons may not be much agressive normally but Waspinator WILL throw hands if someone ever as much as mumbles something behind Bee's back. (he has very good hearing, you don't wanna test him.)

[roylustang]

btw I finally lost my toenail <3 new year new me

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[spacemaverick]

totally normal guy thats never had anything weird happen to them