#like no judgement to you anon i just have no idea and feel bad letting this rot in my inbox

[horse-head-farms]

If you liked one eyed guardian XB you should see him with a tail ;)

I’ve had this ask for about a week and I’m gonna be honest anon I have no idea what this means. like obviously this is a reference to the fanart I reblogged of guardian xb with one eye however the way this is phrased makes me believe this is a joke/innuendo but I cannot figure it out for the life of me. like… is this a fixed + dilated reference due to him having an eyeball tail in that? is this a snarky remark about how I should draw xb with a tail? (which I do, but its only visible in the hypno/xb kiss post from a while back) is this some innuendo using tail as slang? I feel it may be relevant contextual information that I have the flavour of autism that makes me incapable of reading tone from text or even someone’s voice

[ao3commentoftheday]

Hi sorry if this is something you've already answered but. Do you have any advice for anxiety around posting? I have so many fics sitting finished collecting dust in my google docs that I just. Don't have the confidence to post. And I want to. I want to share these things with more then the ocassional close friend or my partner, but I just get so anxious about it not being as good as I think it is or missing a typo or being cringey somehow (even though cringe culture is dead. The. "Cringe culture is dead for everyone but me" thing)

It honestly gets to the point where I can't even get myself to write the things I want to write because they have to be perfect the first time. And posting things on anon does help, but I don't wanna have to do that. I want to be able to post here and in other places and share it with people and not have to hide behind anon. Sorry that this got a little rambly haha

Why is it that you're worried about having a typo in your work? Why does it have to be perfect? What will happen if you have a mistake or if you have a sentence that doesn't flow quite the way you want it to or one of your metaphors is a bit of a dud? What's the big, bad result you're fearing will come about if you post something that someone else doesn't approve of 100%?

I'm going to link you to a post I wrote a while ago that seems to resonate with some folks, but if you don't feel like reading it the key line that gets quoted the most from it is, "The goal of perfection isn't to improve. It's to avoid shame."

That feels like what's happening here. Between the worry about common mistakes to the stress about posting cringe on the "cringe lives here" website, it sounds like you've got a lot of anxiety wrapped up in wondering what other people think of you.

While I can't really help you unpack any of that aspect of things, I can suggest a workaround that might get you posting in the meantime. Create a second AO3 account. Get yourself a second email address (or create an alias on your existing one) and make a new account that no one knows about and post your stuff over there. No one will associate that account with you, and you can pretend that it belongs to some stranger you don't even know. If you get comfortable with the idea of owning those works with your current fannish ID, you can always transfer them over later.

I also don't want to be judged on the "no judgement here" website, and I've got a secret AO3 account that only 1 other person knows is mine. It's nice, being able to post things "under the radar" and it takes some of the pressure off of worrying about the cringe and what other people might think.

Let's see what suggestions the rest of the folks have. Hopefully between us, we'll get you posting again ❤️

[yanderestevenuniversewriting]

Could you do Steven headcannons?

I can't believe I'm just now getting to this- Sorry, anon, I know you sent this is like over a year ago-

You were childhood friends, so great for you- You have a trauma bond with him and Connie

He tells you stuff he would never tell Connie, because he doesn't think Connie would understand

He feels like he can talk to you without judgement

When he develops romantic feelings, he doesn't think they're different than his friendship feeling

But god, he loves when you smile and laugh

It warms something so sweet in him

When he does realize he likes you more than a friend and accepts the feelings, he's to scared to tell you

His fear of rejection overcomes his love for you

When his trauma really starts to get to him, he finds it hard to be around you

He shuts you out, because he doesn't want you to see him like that

"I feel like you're shutting me out," You exaggerate your hands, before point at him and then yourself, "And I don't even know why"

"It's nothing personal, Y/n"

It breaks your heart and you don't know how to get through to him

You'll try and talk to Connie [Bad idea] and she tells you you just need to give him time. [Yeah, you didn't want to do that, so you ignored her advice, even though technically that would have been the best thing to do]

You think about going to Pearl, but you know she'll probably say the same thing as Connie- So, you go to Garnet, because she can see the future

Expect, Garnet tells you that the best thing to do is let him come to you and you groan, which causes Garnet to laugh

"Not the answer you wanted?"

"Of course not. Thank you though, Garnet."

Garnet knows you're not going to take her advice, but maybe Steven needs someone to care enough about him to pull him back into reality

You try talking to Steven's dad, but that doesn't go well either. Steven's father is so out of touch with his son. You should of known better- Even though Mr. Universe is a good dad in his love, he's never there. You supposed it was complicated.

So, you go to the last choice- The one you were trying to avoid

Amythest

She's more than happy to help you. She doesn't give you words of comfort or anything, she's all about movement and action

You start to think you should of gone to her first, but this was a bad idea

You end up making Steven so angry, he yells at you

You're a little taken a back, but you finally back off

You give it a few days and he comes to you to apologize

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have yelled at you," He runs his hand through his hair, "It's just... Ugh, I don't know..." He looks over at you, a frown overtaking his face, "Difficult. I didn't mean it"

"I know. I shouldn't have tried to push you. I should have known better."

Thankfully you make up, but he still doesn't let you into what's going on

"You know, Steven, you can tell me anything"

"I know"

[gaybananabread]

hellooo! for the fruit shop could you do pear + grapes with lee!miles and ler!hobie from ATSV? the idea I had in mind was that Miles would be stressed about being spiderman, and hobie would comfort him in his own special way (which would then include tickling Miles to pieces ofc) tysm!!

Fruit(s): Pears, Grapes

These two are incredibly fun to write for I swear- Miles would absolutely be one to way stress out over life, and I can see Hobie affectionately being a dork about it. Love how your brain works, Anon! As always, thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Miles

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Miles is falling behind due to his duties as Spider-Man and majorly stressing out about it. Hobie helps him calm down, as well as adding a special twist to make sure he's all cheered up.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Miles ran through the halls of Visions High School, racing to get to class…well, less late than he would've if he wasn't running. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't stop. They weren't important anyway…probably. Extra copies exist for a reason.

He had run into two villains that morning; some weird bird guy and a rhino. The fight trashed his suit, ripping it in places and leaving him bruised up. Lucky for him, a good foundation can solve any problem.

When he finally burst into the classroom, his history teacher looked less than impressed. She pointed to his seat before continuing her lecture, silently letting him know to stay after class. Wonderful. 

Time seemed to crawl as he half-listened to the lecture, knee bouncing furiously beneath the desk. The bell finally rang, somehow sending both a pang of relief and dread into his chest. It had just been that kind of week. She approached his desk, sighing and leaning on it. 

“Look, Miles… I know you’re a good kid. You pay attention, don’t talk unless it’s appropriate, and write me apologies when you’re late or forget an assignment. What I can’t understand is what’s distracting you so badly that you’re late every day and write the same date on your papers for a week.” Her voice wasn’t judgemental; she just sounded tired and wanted to know what was happening. He could relate to that.

“I…I just got a full plate.” It was a lame explanation, but it was the best he had. She frowned, though it was a look of mild frustration rather than disappointment or anger. “Maybe you should try to clear it a bit. At this rate, that plate’s going to get so heavy that you won’t be able to carry it anymore. I don’t want to see your plate shatter, Miles. Think about it.”

That wasn’t so bad. He felt horrible for lying, but that icky ache was growing more dull with each fib. “But. You have been late to my class four times now. You know the rules.” His heart sank; four tardies meant a write-up and a call home. Not so bad to most, though he had no good way to explain himself. 

“I know there’s more to this, so I’ll be nice. You’ve got a choice. Either take the normal reprimand or write me a one thousand word report on the development of political institutions throughout American history.” Damn it…

-

Miles frowned down at his ever-growing to-do list, tallying up his work for the weekend. He chose the essay for his history teacher; he couldn’t get another reprimand. His body ached from the fight, his mind dragging as he tried to focus on the political article. The word “exhausted” felt like a gross understatement.

The teen was so out of it that he didn’t notice things floating around the dorm, nor did he see the lanky Brit that came out of the portal. He did, however, feel the arms that wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. “Ey, short man! What’cha mopin’ for?” The small shriek he let out shocked both of them. Hobie set the boy back down, frowning slightly. “Damn, you al’ight? You’re jumpy as hell.”

That look…he decided he hated it. The worried, slightly pitiful look made him feel crummier than he already did. But…he could actually tell Hobie what was bothering him. Hobie was like him; a part of their crazy, high-pressure world. Miles actually had someone to confide in. “Nah, not really…”

Hobie bit his lip, sighing at the simple admission. His friend looked…tired. Tired and sad. He’d have to fix that.

The punk brought Miles to his bed, laying him down and sitting beside him. Whenever his friends are upset, Hobie has a special way of cheering them up. Miles’s cheer-ups include a special step, one he never sees coming; it’s always clear he enjoys it though.

Hobie wrapped an arm around his friend, pulling him into a tight and comforting hug. “Hey, c’mon Miles. You can tell me anythin’, bruv.” Miles sighed, leaning into the hug. Finally, someone he can talk to… 

“Uh…it’s just been a lot. With Spider-Man stuff, school’s been impossible, and my teachers are gettin’ closer and closer to callin’ my parents. I dunno how I’m gonna explain it if they do…” His voice trailed off at the end as he buried his face in Hobie’s shoulder. 

The taller man rubbed Miles’s arm, trying to help him feel better. There wasn’t much that could be done for his situation unless he told his parents; that was only happening when he was ready. “”M sorry, Miles; that’s just rotten. If ya want, I could ‘elp with some’a those assignments. Was pre’y decent in school, long as it ain’t Maths.” 

His eyes lit up at the offer; he had to bite his tongue before he sounded too desperate. “Y-yeah, that’d be awesome! Only if it’s easy for you, though; I-I don’t wanna cause problems.” Hobie huffed, deciding it was time for the special portion of his cheer up session. 

A squeeze on Miles’s side cut off his half-apologies, his words ending in a squeal. “H-Hohobie? What’re you- nYAHAhahaha!” Miles shoved at the other spider’s hand as it poked and prodded at his side. Seriously, that?! He didn’t mind it, but still…

“Isn’t it obvious? ‘M cheerin’ you up, lil’ man.” Hobie smirked, moving to spider his fingers on Miles’s stomach. He squeaked, his giggles occasionally jumping up to choked laughter. “I-Ihihi dohon’t neheed chehehEERIHING UHUHUP!” 

The teen squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from his friend’s tickly touch. He was trapped; Hobie’s strong, firm grip on his shoulders was inescapable, his evil fingers going to town on Miles’s poor belly. “Course ya do, yer all mopey. Those giggles suit ya much better than a frown.”

Hobie’s wiggling fingers went exploring, landing on the younger spider’s ribcage. His arms slammed to his sides, trying to stop that hand from going any higher. “HOHOHObiehehe! Ihi’m hahappy! Y-youhu can quihIHIHIT!” 

The fact that he didn’t outright say to stop only made the punk want to go on forever. It was clear he wanted a bit more; that blocked spot was quite enticing… The arm around Miles’s shoulders moving out front, gathering up his hands and holding his arms above his head. Hobie smirked, the lopsided look sending a flurry of butterflies to Miles’s stomach. “Brace ya’self, giggles~”

Not wanting to wait any longer, Hobie dug into his hollows, mining for all the laughter he could find. And laughter he got. “HOHOHOBIEHE! NAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAHO!” Miles bucked and thrashed, almost knocking them both off his bed. Hobie got ahead of the mess, pushing him down onto the mattress so neither of them could get hurt. 

Loud, boisterous, almost childish laughter rang out in the dorm, almost definitely going through the walls to his “neighbors.” He wasn’t exactly hating what was happening, but it was problematic. It was hardly the worst noise that had ever come through dorm walls, though he was sure someone would call in a noise complaint. That thought made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA CAHALL SEHEHECURITYHYHY!” 

Hobie rolled his eyes, hating the logic; it was true, but he didn’t have to like it. He wasn’t ready to quit just yet. Instead of stopping completely, he moved his fluttering fingers to Miles’s neck. The boy’s raucous laughter calmed to sweet giggles, his struggling almost ending. 

Anyone who personally knew Miles could tell how adorably sensitive his neck was. Even the soft, gentle tickling had him giggling like a little kid. That person could also tell that he absolutely adored any attention on that certain spot; he practically melted.

Normally, he would’ve let Hobie continue with the gentle tickling. He had a lot of work, however, and was getting more and more tired with every giggle. Miles weakly tugged at his arms, whining through the sweet sound. “C-cohohome ohon! Plehehease?”

Hobie chuckled, seeing how tired the other spider was getting. “Bah, fine. Lucky I‘m feelin’ nice today, giggles.” He dragged a claw from Miles’s pit to his belly before stopping, giving his entire midsection a parting gift before he let go. Miles shrieked, curling up into a ball the moment he was released. 

The punk rubbed his back, chuckling softly. Miles flinched at first, thinking Hobie was going back for another tease. “Ey, I’m done, I’m done! Calm it down, Miles.” A small huff left his full lips as he looked over his giggly friend. “You al’ight, lil’ man? Didn’t go too far, did I?”

Miles shook his head, relaxing at the calming touch. “N-noho, you’re goohohod. Just…just tihickled.” That got a laugh out of the other hero; guess some things never change.

Once the teen had fully calmed down and regained his composure, the two got to work. Well, Hobie started on one of the essays while Miles finally got a much-needed nap and meal. After he got his rest, they both worked on assignments, music playing in the background to help them focus. Every so often, Miles would groan in frustration, earning him a quick and reassuring poke to the side. And you know what? He didn’t mind it one bit.

[johnslittlespoon]

Just read this and now I can’t stop thinking about how Bucky would get Gale to finally be comfortable bottoming. Idk I just have a headcanon that at first Gale only tops y’know cos of all the Internalized Homophobia™️…..what do you think?

-🍒

LOL the way i didn't even register that there was context missing until i saw the second ask (also wait i love the emoji sign off, that's so fun for repeat anons if anyone else wants to do that (/‿＼✿))

i'm so torn with my take on this tbh because it varies greatly for me from au to au, but in general canon i definitely think the same; even if it's not 'active' homophobia, he still grows up not acknowledging that part of himself (or even being aware of it, maybe not until he meets john, but i think something deep in him still knows that he feels something when he looks at boys the same way he feels something when he looks at girls).

and he never feels any sorta bad way about john when john bottoms, there's never judgement there, it's just this mental block he can't get over when it comes to himself but he wants to so badly, feels so frustrated that he can't give himself the same kindness and grace he gives john (which john points out the first time they talk about this.)

i think the only thing that would help him grow more comfortable with it/the idea of it is just growing closer to john and realizing he can fully trust him with anything. knowing that john will never judge him or think less of him, knowing that his hands and words will never be anything but gentle towards him, knowing that john loves him unconditionally and is so so patient with him; that would finally be what helps him make that decision.

i don't think he'd tell john far in advance, because he'd be scared of spooking himself out of it. he's probably going back and forth in his head up until the moment he actually decides to do it, but him and john are in bed and john is cupping his face with so much tenderness and kissing him so sweetly and when john reaches for the lube and goes to work himself open, gale's hand unthinkingly settles on john's wrist. mumbles against john's lips, "i think i wanna try it, tonight."

john goes very still and looks at gale with so much warmth and pride because he knows it's such a trust thing for him, his chest is all fuzzy knowing gale is willing to let his guard down with him like this, even if they don't get very far. asks if he's sure, so careful to make sure gale doesn't feel pressured, and gale promises him that he is. i think realistically gale might want to prep himself the first time, because it gives him some control in a situation where he's feeling very out of his comfort zone, but i also love the idea of gale letting john take his time with him, showering him in kisses and love bites and praise to distract while he works him open, lightheaded with the noises the new type of stimulation drags from gale.

it takes gale a bit to get used to it, and john moves slower and more gently than he's done with anything else in his life, and gale's probably pretty tense and nervous this first time, but he ends up liking it a lot more than he expects, and john is obviously thrilled that he has a new way he can dote on gale and make him feel good. he almost can't handle the vision of gale below him, strong legs wrapped around his waist, golden hair splayed out over the pillow, looking up at him with so much trust in between needy messy kisses.

and in my head, once gale is comfortable with it, he bottoms more often than john does because he likes the juxtaposition of being so vulnerable with john, but also knowing that john will let him have control in that position (aside from the days where he doesn't want to think and make decisions, and lets john take the reins.)

he has fun playing around with that type of control too, like as mentioned in a prev. ask, having john sit on his hands, or keeping them in place on his own waist just to feel them tense with restraint when john's holding back, or tying them behind his back when he really wants to make him squirm.

they're both switchy/verse–y, but i think it's just easier physically for gale to bottom since he's got a slightly smaller/more lithe frame, john is more muscular/boxy and probably less flexible so gale bottoming makes quickies and such easier too lol. i think gale is more particular about sex and control and all of that, whereas john is often more than happy to go along with whatever gale decides on, easygoing and eager to please and turned on by literally anything gale does. :^)

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Chrollo with a passive s/o?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, threats, blackmailing, abduction, isolation

Passive s/o

📖 Having a more passive personality doesn't have to imply automatically something negative but with Chrollo it will definitely escalate as he is quick to recognize that he can use certain traits of yours to his own advantage. That may include your fear of conflict and confrontation and your struggles to make decisions all by yourself as you're more comfortable going with the flow. No matter how subtle those traits of yours might be, Chrollo will amplify them to the very extreme until you're basically relying on him to make the decisions for you. He doesn't mind, in fact appreciates the co-dependency you start to develop with time on him. With manipulation and the occasional help of the other spiders he basically makes himself into your comfort zone, one you hesitate to leave without as you're not overly fond of being confronted with new things. You feel more comfortable having him reassuring you and deciding as you trust his own judgement more than your own.

📖 Chrollo is a huge control freak so the moment he notices that your eyes always fly to him when someone presents you with a choice as if asking him for help to pick, he's rather delighted. Honestly, I feel like Chrollo's character in general would be bad for someone passive who tends to not speak up for themselves or voice their opinion. Chrollo is confident, he's assertive and very knowledgable and smart too so even if he wouldn't have any bad intentions, you'd probably end up letting him take charge anyways. His charisma and leadership barely leave any room for you to make a decision, his sheer confidence and intelligence even reassures you since you can always delude yourself into thinking that he knows better and for that can make the better choices. An idea that Chrollo subtly feeds you to only fuel your reliance on him. Where you hesitate to speak up, he will and if you fail to set boundaries with people who aren't him, he will very quickly clarify them to you and the other person.

📖 The romantic relationship is half-consensual and half-forced. You have feelings by Chrollo at this rate, that's just the wonder of his charming personality but you also have never considered having a romantic relationship before. Chrollo coerces you into agreeing though, even if only so that he can tell himself that you also love him and to use this moment later on against you for the purpose of manipulation. He has broken you already down and your fear to disappoint him and push your source of comfort away from you by denying him just lead you into saying yes, yet another failure to speak up your own mind. It's at the very latest after your abduction where he reveals his true identity that you show signs of rebellion, even if your fear and hesitant personality sober possibly fierce insults and words down into a soft and cautious tone. By now there is too much damage that has been done by him and instead you find yourself continuing to go along with his flow as you quickly realize that by doing so, your life will just be a tiny bit quieter and peaceful. You want to avoid troubles and discussions if possible.

📖 All of his mindgames aside, it is important to say that Chrollo actually is interested in your real thoughts and feelings. You just swallow every idea, thought and feeling down instead of showing it, especially after your abduction. So perhaps it's surprising for you when Chrollo sometimes converses with you and suddenly asks you about your own opinion about something, be it a philosophical question or your view of the world or even himself. Such spontanous questions always overwhelm you a bit, especially if you have never thought about it before. You're always trying to gauge his reaction in favor of not saying anything he might disagree with but it's hard to emotionally read him as he purposely makes it difficult for you. He wants to know what you think after all and doesn't want you to repeat words he has spoken before. Speak to him with your own words. He's surprisingly encouraging during such moments, hearing you speak your own mind a precious, little treat as he watches and listens to his darling spider intently.

[lorei-writes]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon/one shot type thing with Kenshin & Hideyoshi with a super innocent/pure/kind/aloof type MC? Where they are super protective and sheltering of her (and romantically involved)? I absolutely love your page and was so happy I found your account. It keeps me breathing.

Hello, Anon! Ah, it seems that I'm (un)fashionably late this time around. Oh well. But I see you did have some more specific idea in mind already, given your further suggestions? So I hope this post now is a pleasant surprise.

Notes from the future: unexpected turns were taken, it appears

Innocent / Kind MC

Characters: Hideyoshi, Kenshin

Content Warnings: none

Hideyoshi

Hideyoshi's primary mode is to protect. As such, it comes as little surprise that, when involved with a person he deems as too pure, he's more alert than ever.

That being said, he doesn't view that purity as a bad thing, no. It is more of a... trait he wishes to cherish and shelter at all cost, especially given the times of turmoil they've both found yourself in. He wants to believe that it is possible for people to stay this way, and believes it to be means of bringing forth a brighter future.

He still worries, however. Especially when others see it as a liability, and thus try to exploit his lover's kindness.

No matter. He just has to stay close, and to watch over them when possible. He won't let them be cheated out of money, he won't let anybody kidnap them, he won't let Mitsuhide drag them into his schemes --

Unless he fails. Nobody's infallible, after all, especially not when swarmed with as many duties as Hideyoshi.

The corridors of the Azuchi castle seem nearly endless as Hideyoshi paces down them, one thought stubbornly stuck right at the front of his mind. The dinner time has long passed, but even so, nobody has seen his lover anywhere around, their meal untouched. The possibilities for what could have gone wrong are endless, and quite frankly, they do cloud his judgement. Hideyoshi sighs, both defeated and deflated.

Enemies, or friends, no matter -- in times of need (and now certainly is such a time) he can think of one person to aid him in his struggle. Mitsuhide.

Hideyoshi breaks his vow of "no running in the corridors". Any injury is worth arriving at the Akechi manor sooner, even if just by a mome--

Hideyoshi freezes. There they are, happily sipping on tea, Mitsuhide keeping you company. His shoulders slump in relief. "Oh? Could it be that you've forgotten to inform Hideyoshi about your whereabout, little one?"

Their face pales. They explain what had transpired -- about the ronin that troubled them while they were out shopping in town, about Mitsuhide's intervention, about the worry they wished to spare Hideyoshi from, and about how they forgot of time... They feel guilty. Is this very result not what they were trying to avoid?

Hideyoshi crushes his lover in an embrace. To think that all this happened while they were outside the reach of his hands...

He spoils them rotten that night. And the following day. Heavens, have mercy on this man. Is it too much to wish for those who he cherishes to be safe?

"Hideyoshi... Can we talk?" they ask, a bit unsure of themselves. "Hm? Yes, of course." He blinks in surprise, their hands reaching for his. "I'm sorry about what happened, but... Please, don't worry about me this much. Please, Hideyoshi. You've only seemed to frown since then."

Oh. How could have he forgotten? To love is to care. And his love is nurturing, not suffocating and punishing. Perhaps he has to learn to forgive himself... and trust that his lover's goodness is not something that's easily bent out of shape.

Kenshin

Now, Kenshin is the one who struggles here most. He has known this world to be a brutal place that tears hearts out of chests. His lover? They're a single sakura bloom, floating atop a cup of water, just a single gust of wind away from being spilled into nothingness. How is he not to worry?

He'd like to have them locked in his castle, but then that doesn't seem to be enough either. Gardens have thorns. Wood has splinters. Maids have tongues, and most importantly, his lover has eyes. Eyes that are not happy.

It takes his all to dare be more trusting... Although that may be not the right word, not exactly. It is more similar to a believer praying upon their faith to withstand the trials -- he does want to believe. He is just... scared. Overwhelmed. Worried.

But he is not alone, for better or for worse.

Shingen is a safe person, Kenshin is sure of that much. However, Shingen still has a tongue. Perhaps that much should be remedied. "Thank you for the tea, lord Shingen. It's delicious," his lover says, a content smile on their face. "It is, isn't it? It is also said to have the most glamorous effect on the heart." "Oh?" "It allegedly aids it in its work, and so puts stars in the eyes of those who drink it. I can certainly see that claim being true... It also produces the loveliest blush, ---"

They cannot hear a word more, Kenshin's hands covering their ears. He does not appreciate the direction in which the conversation is going, but... Nevertheless, it seems to provide him with some ease.

Overall, the greatest challenge for Kenshin is to reign in his anxieties. There's a thin line between offering shelter to somebody, and suffocating them in your shadows -- and hell, he is just as terrified of losing his lover as of the latter.

He eventually manages to find some balance, although he remains on the cautious side. He prefers to accompany his lover, doesn't mind speaking for them if needed be, likes to hold their hand, and will stare down anybody who as much as looks at them threateningly.

In the end, Kenshin himself needs reassurance that everything is okay. And he will ask for it. In form of an embrace.

He wants to be better. He wants for their light to shine. He just... struggles with picturing a world in which they are not torn apart, strictly because of what he considers to be the beauty of their heart.

Tag List: @cilokgoang @violettduchess @the12thnightproject @oda-princess @tele86

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

You thought I wouldn't appear here too, but I'm a very special gal, so here I am 👁👁

Fairy anon is here babyyyyy 🧚🏻‍♀️

Tbh I was gonna use this as an oportunity to tell you to do a oneshot about one of my headcanon requests, so let's go with my last one, with Reader being Grey's sibling and Glitchy Red being a sweetheart for once (LOL)

... I couldn't find another inspiring pokemon quote that I liked, so have a rare candy 🍬

I hope this is okay! Also thank you for the rare candy I need it today. Also here is the headcanon fairy anon mentioned!

You and Grey never thought you would end up in a Pokemon game, let alone a bootleg one. So when you two woke up in the bootleg world together, Grey was very nervous and a little scared. You tried your best to be brave for him, but even this was a bit too much for you. Over the short amount of time you two had been there, you had met one of the bootleg Pokemon, Shinto, who reminded you of a bootleg version of the Pokemon Hypno. While Grey was practically terrified of her, you became friends with her and you keep trying to convince Grey that she’s not going to hurt the two of you.

Unfortunately, you two have no idea how much time has actually passed since the two of you have been trapped inside the bootleg game, since… you don’t have a way of keeping time in this world, not even Shinto knows. You have figured out a way to communicate with her through the use of the pokedex that Grey had woken up with in his bag, as she can manipulate her pokedex entry, which was new to you but hey, whatever works.

You were playing with Shinto, just having a bit of fun while Grey was just watching you two from nearby. That is, until a glitched figure came up to him, not noticing you and Shinto. He reminded Grey of trainer Red, but very glitchy. He had caught Grey off guard, not expecting anyone else in this bootleg world aside from you, him and Shinto. He decided talking to him, he found out his name was Glitchy Red. Maybe he knew a way to get out of here? It was worth a shot to ask him.

You, on the other hand, had noticed the interaction between Glitchy Red and your brother. You occasionally glanced over at the two, but still playing with Shinto.

“…actually, I’m not by myself.” You heard Grey tell him as he pointed out over to you and Shinto, who had crawled up onto your shoulder. You walked over to the two, introducing yourself as Grey’s older sibling. It was at that moment that Glitchy Red decided that he was going to keep you both safe. Why? Not even he knew. He just had this feeling in the back of his mind that he had to protect you two.

After talking to the two of you for a while longer, Glitchy Red left, saying he would be back again soon. You thought he was pretty nice, or at least to you and Grey. Grey was a little unsure at first, but seeing as he hasn’t done anything to harm either of you, he would trust him for now, but only because of how you trust him, which he didn’t really understand how you could, but he knew he could trust you, and your judgement, at least.

“I think he’s nice.” You shrugged as you, Grey, and Shinto stepped into your little home, Shinto crawling out of your arms and back onto the floor.

“I know you think so, but we don’t know for sure yet, Y/n. We can’t trust him right away…”

“I am aware of that, Grey.” You pat his head and went over to the couch. “But he’s the only one here that we’ve seen that isn’t one of those stupid NPCs! We’ve got to at least give him a chance.”

“Alright, alright.” Grey shook his head and sat beside you on the couch.

“Besides, you know Shinto and I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Yeah… that’s true.” He rubbed the back of his head, sighing softly. “Just… we need to be careful, that’s all.” You only nodded in agreement, taking his words into consideration.

Over the course of what felt like several months, but hey what do you know, you can’t really tell time in this world, you and Grey have gotten closer to Glitchy Red, especially you. He’s a little protective of you, even around the NPCs. Grey has noticed this, of course, and he was a little curious about this. So he decided to talk to him while you were out playing, or rather walking around, with Shinto.

“Hey, Glitchy Red..?” He started, looking up at the taller male, who looked down at Grey with a look of ‘go on, I’m listening,’

“I’ve noticed you’ve gotten pretty close to Y/n.” He swore he saw him flinch a bit, but decided not to question it. “I’m not surprised, though.. because they like you a lot. I guess to be fair though, you’re the only one we’ve seen in what feels like years… and the fact that you keep coming back, it makes them happy to see you.” Glitchy Red seemed a bit surprised by Grey’s words. You liked him?

“…I do like Y/n, a lot. I’ve never… felt this way towards anyone else before.”

“Then, you should tell them how you feel.”

“Are you sure about this, Grey..?” He seemed a bit nervous about confessing his feelings towards you.

“Absolutely sure. I want to see Y/n happy, and you make them happy, Glitchy Red. So you should go for it!” Glitchy Red nodded before he stood up.

“Thank you, Grey, I’ll do it.”

“Great! They should be back shortly.” And as if on cue, you and Shinto walked through the door.

“We’re back! Oh, hello again, Glitchy Red.” You looked over at him as you closed the door behind you.

“Hello Y/n.”

“Come on, Shinto, let’s go and play a game in the other room.” Shinto, at the mention of another game, hopped off your shoulder and followed after Grey, who went to another room. You were a bit confused by this, but you shrugged and sat by Glitchy Red. He looked over at you, a faint smile on his face, which you almost didn’t notice. You always thought he was really cute, but you weren’t going to admit that out loud to him.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on Grey while I was out. I know he doesn’t really need it, but it’s nice to know he’s safe.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n.” He wanted to move closer to you, but he wasn’t sure if his glitches were going to affect you or not, and he didn’t want to risk hurting you. It was silent for a few minutes, not an awkward one, but a nice comfortable silence, that is… until Glitchy Red spoke up.

“Y/n…” he turned to look right at you.

“Hmm?” You looked up at the taller male, tilting your head slightly, as if to give him the go ahead to keep talking.

“I’ve been… thinking about something.”

“What is it?”

“Since that day I met you and Grey… I’ve been having these feelings… ones I haven’t felt in a long time.” You were about to ask him to elaborate until he continued,

“I… love you, Y/n.” You were shocked to say the least. He felt the same way towards you! He took your silence as something bad, that you didn’t feel the same way.

“It’s… fine if you don’t feel the s-“

“I love you too, Glitchy Red.” You moved closer to him and hugged him, which caused him to flinch, as he wasn’t expecting the sudden hug.

“I’m… glad you feel the same way.” He said just loud enough for you to hear before he kissed your forehead and hugged you back. Sure, this was going to take some time for him to get used to, but with you by his side, he didn’t mind it at all. Especially since you weren’t affected by his glitches, which was a good thing for both of you, and eased his worry that he was going to hurt you because of them.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, however, Grey and Shinto had been listening to… most of the conversation, and both were very happy for you! However, if he did anything to hurt you, both would be after him in a heartbeat.

[pommunist]

i really hope i dont sound rude or anything, but it's come to a point seeing some of the statements that i cant really. empathize with parts of the stories of some of the ex-admins? it's upsetting, cause no one deserves worplace abuse and the things that they endure but like...

part of my brain cant shake off the knowing that most if not all of these admins who left had the means to stay unpaid for months. i dont know if i explain myself? i couldnt FATHOM spending even one month on a project that's not gonna be payed, let alone staying on it even logner after not getting paid on the day i was told i would

not because im some smart and strong person or something: i simply cant afford it. i cant go one month without being paid because i would go homeless, i couldnt dedicate entire days of my week to anything if it wasnt going to be paid because i wouldnt be able to eat, or pay my bills.

and these are all young people who absolutely deserve better, and who did not deserve to be exploited on the workplace but that. idk. could go months, one of them even a year without getting paid, and yes feeling the stress and the exploitation and all that it's BAD, but my brain just cant help but go "and yet they could afford to stay unpayed" and i genuinely hate it but idk.....

anyways i have no idea why im sending this i just had to vent it somewhere and you're ltierally one of the only people who i've seen be welcoming of points of view other than your own about this theme

hey anon !

First i wanna say that i get how it can be difficult to empathise when you’re yourself in a « work and get paid or starve » situation. (Been there done that so when I say I get you I really do)

And I think it’s fine to feel like that, we all have our own biases that come from our experience and living conditions. It’s fine, it’s just that it’s important not to let it completely cloud our judgement on the matter, it’s a serious enough situation for it to be way past a simple empathy check. Our personal feelings don’t really weigh on this situation as it’s far beyond that.

Because facts are that even if some of them were able to go through all this without payment (bc they had some money already, another job, lived with their parents whatever) it still remains that young people were being promised a pay they never got, got baited by the opportunity to make a living doing something they loved, working for something they were passionate about, or some just had to take the low pay because that was still better than no pay at all.

And people being in situation like yours are one of the reasons it’s so important for people to denounce poor working conditions and fight for workers rights. Because if you don’t, nothing will change and there will always be someone who’s more desperate for the job, who needs the money more, who will have to endure an underpaid, shitty job in place of someone who was "lucky" enough to be able to walk out.

[plusvanity]

Welp. Just got fucking interrogated by someone I thought was a friend. Over art I made for the LOC fanfic I wanted to do.

I explained several times that it wasn’t based off any of the real people (actors and actual people), that it was as just based off the characterization in the bad/inaccurate movie. But they still didn’t get it. Didn’t really appreciate being treated like a bad person over an idea/art I made.

I guess I just wanted to ask if you’ve ever had to deal with something like this? Over the fact that you write your characterization’s off of the actual people?

Hi there!

I'm sorry that you had to put up with that, anon.

Honestly, I don't react to hateful criticism at all. I've had people call my Mayhem art 'disgusting' and such, but a 'hard' life experience and a better judgement taught me not to give a flying fuck about what any so called 'option' a Nobody on the Internet would have about me and my art.

The harder the skin, the more immune you get.

This is something my artist/ writer friends deal with too, so I felt like I should say this.

You're not a bad person for writing and drawing whatever you feel like. Fiction is not reality, and anyone with an IQ higher than 60 should know that. You did your moral job by explaining to your friend what your intentions are, what they're based off and such, which is very admirable. The fact that they don't want to understand you, it's on them.

My humble opinion is that you should keep drawing and writing your story. Accept constructive criticism only, and don't let yourself be brought down by intentionally degrading words.

Hope you have a nice day, man! 🖤🖤🖤

[poemsforparker]

matt murdock pls where his wife is like a rival vigilante (they don’t know about each other) and one time he beats her up really badly in a fight and then her ring falls off and he realises and it gets really angsty but then it ends in fluff.. tyyy

double (couple) life - matt murdock 16+

(not my gif) | marvel masterlist

pairing: matthew murdock (daredevil) × f!reader

warnings: angst, past trauma, death, grief, weapons, blood, violence description

a/n: I know in practice Matt would probably know in the blink of an eye who you were though smell, voice and all that but let’s just ignore all that here and come with me. Thank you anon for trusting I’d do a good job with ur idea <3 I’m sorry I took so long, I suck.

"When the sun sets, we're both the same" - Beautiful Crime

It has always been like that.

You didn't ask to many questions. And neither did he.

All those marks covering your bodies, bruises that were abnormally deep and constant for regular citizens, even at the constant chaos state of New York city.

A part of you knew, both of you knew, really, that you had a darker side you didn't let anyone else see, not even your most trusted ones. You were too afraid of judgement, too afraid to hurt those you loved the most.

You unconsciously accepted that part of each other, even not knowing fully what it meant but you loved each other fully, deeply and hopelessly. You couldn't see a life without Matthew and he couldn't see a life without you.

This was a common afternoon at Nelson, Murdock & Page's office, you dropped by to bring your husband his lunch, hearing small talk as you entered the room.

"She's not that bad." You listen to Karen state about whoever was the conversation subject.

"They found more bodies in the same M.O, Karen, the scenes left behind are not pretty to see... she's dark." Foggy completes.

"Yeah, might be. But the man she killed were disgusting so I kinda could see it coming."

"Karen." Foggy's tone was reprehensible.

"What? It's true."

You enter the room and they both turn your way, Karen smiles warmly welcoming you in. "He said he went to bring lunch for you today." She laughs at how clingy you both were, having the same idea in the same day.

"No way." You laugh along with her. "You think I should wait for him to come?" As the words out your mouth you hear your phone ring. Matt's nickname showing up on the screen.

"I can't believe we had the same idea." You could hear he was smiling even though the phone.

"It seems like it, Matty."

"Don't get out, I'll be there in a sec. Love you."

"I love you too. See ya." You hang up and wait for him, entering the conversation Karen and Foggy were having the second you came into the office. They were sharing opinions on the new vigilante in town.

You.

You shift your weight on your feet, nervous about where was the subject going and wanting nothing more that Matt walking in that door to give that discomfort an end.

"What do you think."

"Huh?" You blink confused after zoning out for what seemed like minutes.

"Do you think she's fair?"

"I-I-" You clean your throat "I mean she only kills bad man, right? Rapist, murderers. If you ask me, they deserve it." You shrug nervously.

Karen nods in agreement and Foggy seems to rather stay shut. You hear the creek of the door open and smile widely at the sight of the man in a suit. He always would look breathtaking for you. "Hey, love."

Matt smiles widely while opening his arms for a hug that you gladly welcome in. Drunk on his scent. He grabs your hand once you are apart and runs his fingers over the ring he had the pleasure to put on your hand months ago. It was a habit he unconsciously got since you made it official. As if feeling that ring on your hand reassured him that you were his and he was yours. He could remember the day of the proposal like it was yesterday, he felt like the happiest man alive.

...

You waited a few hours past dusk to sneak out the apartment window. Your suit was not as nearly well planned as Matt’s. If someone got the opportunity to see it from up close - which is why you avoided that type of contact - they’d easily notice how fragile it really was.

That wasn’t the only thing could readily set you apart from the Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen. When in your regular life you were the so called soulmates. Here, in the nights, suits on and starving for a fight, you were total opposites. You didn’t care if it came to a kill, in fact, your very purpose was killing.

Meanwhile Matthew, as the devoted catholic he was, felt in no position to judge who lived and who died, rather they deserve it or not, you did not give it much of a thought.

You never had really came to a day you had to confront Daredevil face to face, you didn’t normally bump into each other because, if you’re going to be honest, he scared the hell out of you. However, he’d warned you before if your killings kept on going, he’d “have to do something about it”, which you politely ignored and kept on going.

Now standing on top of a building, eyes on your target and sniper in hands, his voice played over and over in your head, disturbingly familiar and low. You take your eyes out the leans and turn your neck to check the rooftop behind you. Something felt wrong.

“Hello?” You ask. Frozen on your spot. Huffing when looking back in realization you’d lost your target you keep on looking for him when you feel the same freeze on your spine, but this time stronger. Someone was definitely here with you.

By the corner of your eye you see him. Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen, he wore a black suit, also visibly fragile just like yours, for a second you wonder why wasn’t he wearing his regular one. The black stripe on his head somehow made him even scarier.

“I warned you to stop.” He says in a raspy voice, still oddly familiar.

“You know I can’t do that.” Trying your best to keep your composure, you don’t even stand up to talk to him, staying in position still trying to aim your target.

“Can’t or don’t want to?”

“Maybe both.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You scoff “Threatening a woman, Red? Twice now?”

“I’m going to repeat my question. Why are you doing this?”

“Ever had a sister, Red? A brother?” Now dropping your sniper angrily you get up to face him, your eyes watery. He shakes his head no.

“Yeah, well I had one. She-” You sniff before you keep on going. “She messed with the wrong people but she was a good person, she was the best and she-” You walk back to where you were standing before and point at the building in front of you. “That man, that’s my last target, I- I promise you if you’re so disturbed by this for some reason, he’s my last.”

“There’s always going to be more.”

“He got her killed and I want him down.”

“That’s not how things work.”

“Well, it is to me.”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to stop me.” You stare where you thought might be localized his eyes though the black tissue, hoping he could see you meant what you just said.

Without warning he came forward to punch you and you dodged it hitting him on his chest. He didn't seem to flinch even a bit to your hits. The fighting was intense, you knew about his principles but fighting the man for the first time made you question if he really let people come out alive of it.

He fought like a beast. Agile. Strong. You were not as nearly as experienced as him on a 1 x 1 situation. Your deal was with weapons, mostly guns, knives maybe, but never like this, bare, nothing but your own body to strike, and surprise to no one, you were losing. And bad.

He carried your body to the collar of your suit, hitting your back at the wall, your mind was dizzy, your vision blurry and it felt like everything was twisting. You wonder for a glimpse if you'd die like this, on the rooftop of a dirty building, keeping an enormous secret from the ones you loved the most.

Your senses was definitely not at their best but you were sure you felt something fall out of your calloused hands, your ring. You think about Matt, you think of the possibility of him founding out your life ended like this. Bloody and alone. Your belly twists in disgust. What were you even doing?

The noise was not even near to alarming, a normal person might not even have noticed it, ignoring anything else around in the heat of the moment of a fight, but to Matt's ears it was cristal clear.

Not even he could tell the reason why but he leans and grabs it in his hands, the material and texture flooding him on memories and his eyes instantly going watery. It couldn't be. No.

"Y- y/n?"

You don't answer, too out of air to think anything straight, falling to the floor the second he let go of your neck. You cough and cry once you process his words. That's why the voice was familiar.

"Matt?" You ask between sobs and he pulls out his mask. The action itself hurting you way more than the physical pain you were in. God, you were a mess. "B-but, h-how, you- you are... Oh God..."

"Y/n..." He leans down to the level of your eyesight, crying as much as you were now. Thinking about the pain, in every sense, that you were feeling because of him. That along to the feeling of being betrayed as well.

His mind twisted and turned. How could he not have known? Your smell, your voice... He loved all of it, he lived for it and he swore he could recognise you anywhere.

"Can you see me?" You ask him, not sure to what point he pretended things anymore. Questioning now if what you had was even true. You were both lying to eachother, keeping things. Still, and you could say that only for yourself, your love for Matt was the most real part of your life.

"N-no. I'm- I can't."

"Okay..." You were not sure what to say. What do you say in a situation like this?

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"What you said about your sister, is that true?"

You nod, for a second forgetting he couldn't see you and leaving some seconds of awkward silence in between. "S-sorry, I- I nodded, yes it is."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"I could ask you the same."

"Touche." He grins sadly, trying to lift up your mood, if that was even possible. You were both so broken, still, you didn't seem to be able to step even a centimeter away from one another.

"Really, tho. Why?"

"I don't know..." He shrugged for the first time asking it to himself. Why?. He could have told you, he trusted you more than anyone else.

"Same." You sigh "Look, Matt, I- I'm so sorry... I haven't said anything, I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry for..." you point at the blood spots that painted several spots of the roof, most of it being probably yours but still "for all of this..."

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know what came onto me. I'm not... I'm not even normally this violent is just..." He sighs looking for answers he did not have as well. "I'm really sorry."

"You think we can fix this?" You chuckle "Start over... Maybe?" You look at him hopefully "I truly do love you, Matthew. More than anything." The last words come out harsh and quiet, your throat closing into another cry by just thinking of the possibility you'd lost him forever. The possibility his answer might simply be stand up and walk out of there. Walk out of your life.

"I love you too, y/n. So freaking much." He hugs you tightly sobbing onto your shoulders, feeling your heart race as fast as ever, he hugs you even tighter when the guilt of physically having hurt you takes him over all at once.

He knew that for that he'd never be able to forgive himself. That ran over your head as well. But not you knew one another fully. There was nothing in this world standing between you and the love of your life.

Matt slides the ring back on your hand sniffing some tears on a red stained nose - from both getting punched and crying - he kisses your forehead and snuggles you onto his arms. Now no words needed to be said in that moment. But standing there together after what you just went through. That was a silent promise you'd never leave.

[southslates]

I’m a zutara fan (really hardcore) but do you think that sometimes the zutara fandom is being too harsh on Aang considering he was only twelve and he was still pretty young in the comic?. Do just we just make up that version of Aang just to justify why Zutara is a better ship?

Please don’t misunderstand this. I really really love Zutara and at one point, I don’t like Kataang at all and i had this bad judgement regarding Kataang. But is Kataang not a good ship ?

Short answer but no, because Aang is not real and he was written to be the way he was, and the issue with his character was that the writers saw nothing wrong with his purposefully screen-boarded actions. I actually don't mind Aang as a concept but I dislike what he became and I feel like a lot of other people would agree with that. The execution there was iffy, at best.

Aang's actions were sold to the audience to be the right thing when they were not, necessarily, and that is my problem with him. He made a bunch of mistakes in ATLA and the narrative refused to let him grow from them, past him being twelve. It rewarded him for not letting go of Katara, for aggressively pursuing her, for not being open to the idea of her revenge in The Southern Raiders... and that's just with Katara.

I also feel like it's important to note that being a Zutara shipper and Anti K/ataang are not the same thing. I ship Zutara because I like Zutara and I have criticisms with K/ataang but they're unrelated to Zutara mostly. I mean yes I do think Zutara was overall the better narrative choice but K/ataang could have been canon without a nonconsensual kiss. There is a universe in which it could have been canon and I would not have minded.

We don't "make up" a version of Aang, we criticize the way he was canonically shown to be. There's nothing wrong or harsh with that, if media exists with questionable themes it will be criticized. And I would argue some of Aang's actions particularly in the comics are not great messages for an audience of young children to be reading, at least in my opinion.

Is K/ataang a good ship? Not to me personally and in my perspective I would argue no because I don't like the message it sends out, that heroes are entitled to the girl. But whether it is or isn't is a conclusion you should draw by yourself, anon, and you don't have to hate K/ataang simply because you ship its opposing ship.

[mlmxreader]

Panicked & Scared | Forrest Bondurant x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Forrest Bondurant Hey!! Hope everything's going as well as it can 🖤. May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Forrest Bondurant X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I got you, don't worry"+"How many fingers am I holding up?" Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Forrest has a nightmare that leaves him feeling certain things that he's never experienced before.

tws: nightmares, trauma, mentions of violence, depictions and descriptions of dissociation

support your fanfic writers by reblogging what you read & enjoy

You woke up to the feeling of something rocking and shaking the bed, and although at first you just assumed it was the dog having a good scratch at his place on the foot, when you didn't hear the typical huff, you knew it wasn't. You slowly pushed yourself up, looking beside you in the dark room; Forrest was tossing and turning, grumbling and grunting, his hands at his neck trying to protect it.

He looked distressed, face screwed up, baring his teeth and tossing and turning violently. You frowned, not really sure what to do as you watched him for a moment; but the way he was going, he would surely end up hurting himself.

So you sighed, straddling his waist and planting your hands on his chest so he couldn't move around as much. You tried to call for him desperately, even going so far as to try and wrench his hands away from his neck, but it didn't seem to be working so much.

You were about to admit defeat when his eyes opened, wide and wild with fear and anxiety, his chest heaving and his hands shaking; he didn't even recognise you for a moment. But you gave him time, and he eventually calmed down enough, putting his hands on the sides of your thighs as he stared into your eyes.

Slowly grounding himself. Looking into your eyes always helped him, the far too familiar colour and the softness of your gaze; it was coming home after a long day. He let out a harsh sigh, swallowing thickly as you leaned down to gently kiss his forehead.

"I got you, don't worry. Relax, Forrest, baby. You're at home with me, it was just a really bad nightmare."

Forrest nodded, but his vision was still blurry, he didn't feel like he was actually lying in bed. He wasn't sure if you were really straddling his waist, he wasn't sure if he could actually feel you against him.

Nothing felt real, and he was starting to think that maybe he was still dreaming as he looked around; everything seemed so familiar yet to foreign. Nothing seemed real. He was panicked, even if he didn't show it much, swallowing thickly as he brought his gaze back to you.

He felt like he was passively observing everything, like he wasn't actually there somehow. He didn't move, terrified that if he did then it would all come falling apart and he would be left standing in a pool of his own blood with his throat slit.

Forrest had no idea what to do, he had never felt like it before and had never felt like even his hands weren't actually touching you, like everything he was seeing was somehow fake and falsified. But you were so patient and so gentle with him, not daring to move a muscle and never once looking at him with judgement as you waited, unsure of what to do.

You had no idea what he was going through, but judging from the wide and wild look in his eyes and how panicked and terrified and frozen he seemed, you could only guess that it was horrible.

You hated not being able to tell you, but Forrest was never the type to admit when something was wrong; he was stoic and quiet, filled with rage and violence, yet sweet and kind.

He was never the type to tell you what he was feeling beyond murmured confessions of love in the morning and soft mutters of good luck when you had to go anywhere.

You would never change that about him, but you really wished that there was somehow a way to get inside his head and find out what was wrong so you weren't so fucking useless and could actually help him. He stared staring past you, like you were a pane of glass, so you gently tapped his cheek to draw his attention back to you as you frowned.

"Forrest, how many fingers am I holding up?"

He took note, clearing his throat. "One."

Usually it made him laugh to see you giving him the middle finger as a means of getting his attention. He didn't. He just stared past you again, seeing double as he swallowed thickly and tried to rid himself of whatever was going wrong in his head.

He would never admit it, but Forrest was scared more than anything; he didn't know what was happening and he didn't know why he didn't feel real. He didn't know why he wasn't sure that you were real. He needed a distraction.

He desperately needed a distraction, so he grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you down for a kiss; he wanted to just forget about it and hope that the feeling would change. He didn't want you to panic and worry over him, he would keep it all to himself.

With great reluctance, Forrest pulled away from you, and sighed heavily as he studied your features for a moment.

"I'm gonna try and get back to sleep," you told him softly. "Wanna join?"

Forrest nodded, waiting for you to lie down before he turned onto his side and held you tightly, bringing you as close as he could. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, burying his face against the back of your neck. He still felt as if everything was off; the feeling of you in his arms didn't quite give him the pressure it usually did. Your soft breaths sounded like they were further away.

He felt like he was going to sink through the bed and wake up on the floor. If he was more open about it, Forrest would have admitted that he wasn't sure if he was even real anymore. But he tried to forget it as he clung onto you, figuring that it was just shock from the nightmare.

He did his best to convince himself that that was the case, he really did. He didn't want you to worry. You needed to sleep, he knew that.

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: daniel pining for max and lando can absolutely not take it anymore…. proceeds to try and help daniel out by being his wingman😅 love ur writing btw❤️❤️

(i veered slightly from the prompt here, anon. hope you still enjoy!)

Lando finds Daniel in his driver's room, sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head down, staring at nothing. Not ideal.

He says, "All right there, Daniel?"

Daniel hasn't really been all right all season, and Lando feels kind of guilty about it. Not that guilty, but like, Lando's seat for next year is secure, while Zak has apparently promised Daniel's to half the Indycar field as well as Oscar Piastri. It's hard not to feel a bit bad, but also knowing it's Daniel who's fucked and not him feels kind of good, in a sneaky, queasy way; but then feeling good about someone else feeling bad tips him back to feeling bad again... it's all a mess, basically. This shit is why Lando goes to therapy.

Daniel still has his head down and his hands on the back of his neck. He's got his headphones on, so like. Maybe he just didn't hear. Lando pokes him with a toe, gingerly, and he whips his head up. It looks like maybe he's been crying, or at least on the verge of it. Pre-crying, when your eyes are all red and your throat's tight.

Lando has zero idea what to do with an emotional Daniel Ricciardo. He says, "Uhhh," and tries to look normal and not like he's being judgemental or whatever, which just leads to him overthinking it and feeling like maybe he's not blinking when he should be.

Daniel says "Hiya, Lando," and his voice sounds wrong, all thick and strange. Fuck. Lando blinks rapidly.

"Er... do you... I can," he begins, and tries desperately to think of anything helpful he can do. "I can phone a friend for you? If you'd like?" Jesus Christ. As if Daniel is a contestant on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. Sometimes Lando really wishes he could dropkick himself.

"That's very kind," Daniel says. "Not really what I need right now, but it's kind." To Lando's horror, Daniel's eyes fill with tears, and now he's properly crying at him. They didn't cover this in orientation.

"What do you need?" Lando asks desperately.

"I dunno, can you get my boyfriend to un-break-up with me?"

"Your... boyfriend?" Lando didn't know Daniel was dating anyone. He definitely didn't know Daniel dated guys.

"Yeah, you've probably met him? 2021 World Champion, about my height, blondish hair, stacked thighs?"

Lando's brain is fully blue-screening. "You're dating Max Verstappen?"

"Well," Daniel says, and does a little hiccupy crying breath. "Not anymore!"

"Ok," Lando says, "ok, well, we're supposed to be signing miniature helmets right now, but, uh. I can tell them you're... throwing up?"

Daniel scrubs the heels of his palms against his eye sockets, in a way that honestly looks quite painful. "Nah, you're all right. I'm a big boy, I'll pull myself together. Can't let the fans down just because I've had my heart broken, right? Not when they've paid for their merchandise!"

Lando hasn't seen Daniel like this before, all brittle and strung-out and teary-eyed. He says, "I think maybe you need a break, mate. Like, go back to the hotel for a bit, yeah? And maybe, uh." He doesn't know why he's saying this; things are always so smooth and so good with Luisa and his Max that he really doesn't have much experience navigating relationship downswings or whatever. But he can't stop himself from adding, "Maybe call Max and try and talk it out?"

Daniel laughs, then, and it's a horrible parody of his normal laugh. "Oh, great idea, Lando!" he says. "I would definitely do that if he hadn't, like, blocked me on every platform. I guess I could email his agent, right? I could send him a fanmail!"

"Has he blocked you on Instagram, really? Because people will notice that," Lando says, before he pulls himself together. "Um, but, anyway. I'm going to tell them you're sick, so just... go back to the hotel, ok?

Daniel goes back to his hotel. Lando dithers a bit and then takes out his phone. He texts Max Verstappen, hey mate what the fuck did u just do to daniel. And then he waits.

(edited to add - you can now read the maxiel breakup that precedes this scene, if you'd like)

[lipglossanon]

oh boy exhibitionism and dark stepdaddy leon are like my own little food group 🤭 what if its winter and all snowy outside so everyone all huddled in their houses because of a blizzard and leon is just fed up with you being a brat because he had to leave for work and you missed him so to get more attention you’re being bratty but it backfires when it’s evening so it’s moderately dark out and he takes your clothes off except your collar and makes you kneel outside in the snow while he stands in front of you sipping his water and tells you how thrilled he’d be to explain this to cops and if you didn’t have any neighbors he might just leave you out there all night and you’re already dripping from how embarrassed you are when he pushes you back into the snow making you gasp and he laughs meanly kicking your legs open and spreading your folds so he can see you clench around nothing before spitting on you making you moan when he takes an ice cube out of his water and slides it into you making you whine so he adds another and by the time you stopped whining he got six in you and kept putting them in if you pushed them out and he said when they all melt i’ll let you back in and you said they probably won’t with how cold it is and he said too bad before dumping the ice water left in his cup on you making you wince and start begging him to let you so he listens for a bit before he says you can stay in the backyard so he puts you in the fenced in back yard completely naked and soaking wet when he comes back out no more than five minutes later he’s in sweatpants and takes his leaking dick out wiping the tip on your cheek before fucking your throat stopping before he comes and he goes back inside to get your leash so he can put you face down in the snow in the front yard and fuck you for everyone to hear and see getting the cops called out there but they didn’t know what the screaming was so it was ignored 🤭

- 💀

(lipgloss praise for the note because i’m in a different time zone so i don’t feel like i interact much besides asks which is usually my half assed ideas with too much plot lol but i wanted to say you’re my favorite writer and i try not to get too personal so i’ll just say i love re reading what you respond to my asks with it really means a lot i know i don’t directly respond to it most times because i write things out in my notes app then send them but you’re seriously the nicest and sweetest person i’ve had the pleasure of interacting with on here <3 all the love, your unhinged 💀 anon)

AGSJGNL 💀 anon!! 🫣

I love this!! One half of my brain is going “hey but that’s gonna be like really cold” but then the other half is just like pin me down daddy 🥴 🥵 🤤 😜

Being so loud the cops are called (and like nothing happens obvs) but Leon just can’t help himself, so he makes you answer the door with a vibrator inside you and turns it up and down as you answer their questions 🥵 and by the time they’re finished, Leon comes up behind you and talks to them while he’s playing with your pussy and squeezing your ass until they leave and then he just fucks you right against the front door 🥵 🥵 Anywho 😌

Ahhh 🙈 that’s so sweet of you to say!! 😭 I love getting your asks! And totally get it on not responding, life is hectic and I know I’m hella behind on answering them myself 😂 so no judgement from me 🤭 but thank you!! 😘 I appreciate you 😘

[happy-ramm]

Hi!

First of all: Thank you very much, I really appreciate all of your input on the current rammstein situation and I’d totally say I agree!

The situation is fucked.

I just want to add some of my thoughts about all of this, if that’s ok:

Let’s start with: I hate it here.

I hate what this debate does to the bigger image of the band: they are in the process of becoming a tool to express hate towards women and the general idea of feminism. There are misogynists, fans of this red pill ideology ‘defending’ Till by simply calling the women who came forward with allegations slurs. And there are fanaccounts sharing these videos like “go watch it, big recommendation” … you’re like ten seconds in and the dude in the video calls a woman “bitch”/“hoe” because he has ‘evidence’ that she might be lying? Shut up, Sherlock and maybe let some professional investigator do their job?

Who do they think they’re helping with that? It’s ridiculous, really embarrassing and not helpful at all imho.

This antifa-incident now also gives a lot of rather right winged people (Nazis lol) the opportunity to slide in the comment section of posts about it and spread hate of the political left as a whole and force their ideas of “the lefts being the new facists” on everyone. This connection is also very nice for all those journalists out there who love discussing rammstein as nazis! And also veeeery nice for the current political situation in Germany! much wow. I’m so done. (Also quick advice to all the activists out there: if you feel like vandalism, maybe rather write ‘no stage for Nazis’ on some buildings that are owned by ‘Alternative für Deutschland’?)

(These right winged accounts also really often show their homophobia - which I find quite ironic given the fact that rammstein eg waved pride flags in poland and their guitarists kissing on stage like every concert now but ok)

Id def consider myself somewhere on the spectrum of the political left and I also think that one can (and should) read rammsteins appearance in their political songs in this context.

My point being: there are now a lot of people interested in rammstein who seem to actually have nothing in common with their world view? It just makes me really uncomfortable and I hope that once this is over they’ll loose their interest in the band again.

I’ve been to three rammstein concerts and one of Lindemanns shows - until now everything was ok and we met some nice people. (Even tho the Lindemann Show was a rather weird, unique experience in general but that’s sth different) .. all in all I’d say my (female passing) friends and I were having a good time and everything was ok.

But with all of this, with the chance that the amount of these kinds of really bad people being interested in rammstein and as a result maybe also attending the concerts is growing - I might be afraid of going to another one (if there will be another tour?) and no, not because of Till Lindemann.

Sorry for the late repsonse Anon! I was moving house!

In general, though, I share a lot of your concerns. Situations such as this one are tricky because what is ultimately the dealings between two people and their own feelings/experiences of the matter gets submitted to the greater public for their judgement. Politics, laws, personal morals and agendas all get dumped in one big pot to boil over and eventually fester. It is all very confusing...and then out pops something nasty. In this case, the misogynistic right wing.

Frankly, I am not surprised that the right-wing has found a little nest within the Rammstein fandom. I do not say that because I believe Rammstein harbours any sympathies with that ideology - I like you firmly believe them to be a left-leaning band - but simply because people's media literacy skills are in general....ah, how to say this politely?....ah yes, they are fuckin' shit.

Rammstein is a band that rewards those willing to look deeper; those who love satire and those who simply have a good sense of humour. Unfortunately, they also appeal to those who really like when things go BANG.

Now, I also like when things go bang, don't get me wrong - pure sensation can never be underrated in terms of art. However, its a matter of aesthetics versus text. A reasonable person would conclude that these can't be separated: their interaction, whether it be complimentary or contrasting, creates the meaning. In the case of Rammstein, however, there exists a neat line, formed due to the language barrier between the band and the general audience.

This barrier has benefitted Rammstein - I believe they would not have gotten so far if their content was in English, for instance, but it means there are too many who only see "the picture".

The hardness. The hypermasculinity. The violence. The sexual imagery. The stoicism. The evocation of fascism. And all without the crucial framing of the lyrics.

Even when the satire should be self-evident, many miss the cue. Take Links 234 as an example: a song which functions as a politically rally for the left, specifically against the right, and was constructed in response to a reactionary media who sought controversy and not understanding, has ended up as a right-wing marching song in many minds.

It is very frustrating

Even more frustrating is deciding how to deal with this....

Argue with every idiot you see on the internet? Now, that's a Sisyphean task.

Leave the fandom altogether? Well, that feels like a different kind of defeat.

Realistically speaking, there is no silver bullet. One decides what is best for themselves. Personally, I feel no fear participating in the fandom as a queer AFAB person. Reality is different from the online spaces and I have never felt uncomfortable at their concerts, and when online, the block button is a blessing. I have no idea how this recent controversy is going to change the demographic of the Rammstein fandom, but I know I ain't going to fuckin budge to leave space for some Nazi twat. All I can say is, I hope this situation is resolved quickly, and I hope all Nazis die in a fuckin' fire.

That is all.