#obviously the bullying was too far but they really do need to practice

[nimx]

i am a fearnot, i have a le sserafim poster on my wall, but their coachella performance imo was absolutely awful and i’m like the only fan who believes this apparently. or its just that everyone else screams UR A HATER whenever you try to have an opinion

[milkywaydrabbles]

AHHHH!! all your rindou drabbles for kinktober are amazinggg , but that hanma shuji was the best one so far 😩!! can i request a #8,#17, and #37 with my man shuji 🙏🙏!

A/N: I'm posting this from the spirit realm please do not perceive me and the monster of a 4k fic I made for him I didn't mean to ;A; I like him a normal amount I promise. Anyways here's the fic I hope you like mwuahh. I also did the alternate universe of Hanma I'm sure that's not what you were exactly expecting but I wanted to keep it out of the realm of gangs just this once! I still tried to keep him a little mean hehe

Virginity/Orgasm denial/overstimulation x Hanma Shuji

You met Hanma when you went to the same school years ago, and being the shit head that he was, always picked on you for fun. It was never malicious the way it was when he was actively picking fights with other boys in gangs, but it was so fucking annoying you couldn’t help but cry with how frustrated you felt. He’d poke fun at you more, looming over you with how tall he was and just tease you until you stormed off. You remember that well, and definitely not fondly. Eventually you saw him less and less at school, and then he stopped coming altogether. The wave of relief that you felt when you were able to just go about your days in peace and quiet was immeasurable. Over time, and over the years, you thought of him less and less and forget him all the same, graduating high school, going to college, finding a job--Hanma was no longer a presence in your life.

Not until adulthood.

You were on your way home, feet dragging with how exhausted you had been feeling at the end of the week--work was hell, but you were grateful for the next two days off. You just needed to make it home in one piece. Of course that was asking for too much, because when you turned the corner your phone went flying out of your hand when you crashed into a brick of a body in front of you with a gasp. “Oh, shit” You hissed, scrambling to grab your phone with a flurry of apologies spewing out of your mouth. The body didn’t seem to acknowledge you, or so you thought, until you heard your name come out of a foreign mouth in a whisper. You paused, actually terrified now to look at who you bumped into, but looked up anyways--to someone you couldn’t recognize. 

“Shit, it is you.” He breathed out with a laugh, smile appearing on his face. You frowned, brows burrowing up in confusion. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” You tried not to be defensive, you really did, but life had turned sour on you at a young age and you didn’t trust any men these days anyways. So you crossed your arms and stood your ground, looking like you were ready to fight at any given moment. The man couldn’t help but cackle, it was like life had slapped him in the face--you weren’t the shy skittish little girl he remembered anymore. You had grown up, fended for yourself, obviously not afraid to get into arguments with men you supposedly didn’t know. He feigned hurt after his laugh, pressing a hand to his chest and jutted his lips in a pout. “Come on, you really don’t remember me? You threw your backpack on me real hard in middle school you know. I think I still have a scar from your book.” Ready to turn away with a middle finger you barely acknowledged what he said, “No I don’t remember....you...” He could practically see the gears in your head turning. “Oh...oh my god--Hanma?” He flashed you a dazzling smile, “In the flesh.”

“Oh fuck off.” You tried storming away, there was no way you had just ran into your middle school bully and he thinks he can just smile at you like you had been besties. You weren’t going to even think about it for the rest of the night, you just needed to get home. Hell maybe he changed, but you weren’t gonna sit there and find out. Not willingly at least, because it turns out he wasn’t ready to end the conversation. “Woah, hey! Come on let’s just talk real quick doll face--” “Excuse me?” The shrill in your voice blatantly told him you were not having it. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Can we talk?” You stopped to look at him--really look at him and holy shit did he grow up. His hair was long to his shoulders, blonde money pieces nicely framing his face--one that was no longer grinning like a snarky piece of shit that you remembered, but soft--eyes almost pleading with you to just give him a chance for the night. And fucking tall--standing taller than six foot you craned your head to look up. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before answering. “Come on, there’s a bar along the way.”

-

“You’re....so different.” you commented.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You learned he left the gang life behind years ago, and that he was a freelance photographer. You also learned that he made lots of friends from his old gang life that actually stuck, and that one of them recently got married. He told you about his travels, about the time he was in juvie (more than once), about what he did after he left school.

And he told you about how he never quite stopped thinking about you. 

That made you pause your commentary at each remark, unable to take a breath in after the admission. Then you scowled. “You were an asshole Hanma. You know that? You were so fucking mean to me. And you’re saying you thought about me all these years? Ha, thought about what, how funny it was to torment me?” You let your anger flow freely with the help of the beer that was now warmed on the table top. He let you vent, getting out all your frustrations that you were never able to when you were a kid--to scared to know what he would do in retaliation. You thought this was better than therapy (and cheaper too.) When you finished your monologue of how much of a dick he was, you threw back the rest of the beer (gross) and looked at the sticky table. He made no moves to get up, which you were surprised over, instead you peeked up at him through your lashes and saw a man that looked as if he’d been slapped across the face. “I’m...wow. Yeah. I was the worst, wasn’t I?” A humorless laugh left his lips. “I didn’t...and listen, this isn’t an excuse, really it’s not, but I didn’t know how to act. You were the cutest girl in school and I just...I was a prick. Life was shitty growing up, and everyone always said ‘if you like a girl pick on her’. I guess it was too much, huh..” Another laugh. “I’m sorry, I really am. I thought I’d never see you again and now you’re here and I don’t--fuck, I’m sorry pretty girl.” Hanma hung his head in shame, playing with the emptied beer bottle in front of him riddled with anxiety. 

There was too much to unpack in one night. You couldn’t believe half of the things he had even said to you tonight. So you decided to sit with it for a while. You excused yourself quietly, after (attempting and failing) to pay for your drink. “I...I have to go, Hanma.” He sighed, understanding enough anyways--it was a long shot for you to ever forgive  him. But then your phone appeared in his line of sight, opened up to a new contact page with his name already up. His eyes shot up at you, hopeful, and took your phone without a pause to write in his number, he might have also changed his name just a bit, adding a heart at the end of ‘Hanma’ , so dry. You rolled your eyes at that, mumbling ‘don’t push your luck’, but kept it anyways. 

-

For the next few weeks (months?) Hanma had integrated himself heavily into your life. You texted him every day, called just as much, and even met up with him for food or drinks a handful of times as your schedules permit. It was odd, having this bond form with someone you used to despise. But it’s not healthy to hold onto grudges like that. Especially from such a young age, and you knew he was really sorry, especially since he admitted to you night one that he had a crazy crush on you. So you let it go over time, and started seeing Hanma shine with his annoying personality again. And once he came out of his shell, really, he acted almost the same. Snarky, making faces, overly cocky like he couldn’t be beat. But he was softer now, and you found it endearing, especially when he’d come to your rescue. You’d be waiting for him to show up at your usual bar spot and be cornered by a man who was too drunk to look at you properly but was still in your face. “Come on, pretty. What’s your name huh?” You scoffed, leaning away from him as you grabbed your drink and covered the top. “Fuck off, dude. Not here for you.” You’d hear the drunkard grumble something about you being a bitch and before you were able to turn to look at him again and tell him off, you saw a tattooed hand grip his shoulder. “What was that?” Hanma leaned down to get in his face, toothpick in between his teeth as he waited. 

“Fucking--nothing, dude, get off me.” Before you knew it the drunk was knocked on his ass on the floor and Hanma was shrugging it off, telling the bartender “He’s too drunk to be here, can we get him out?” with a shrug and a smirk when he was dragged off by security (as if Hanma wasn’t the one to shove him). You breathed out a giggle and smiled, thanking him for the save--and silently calming yourself down. He looked...good, turning back into his intimidating self when it wasn’t directed towards you. You wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, especially to your defense. You shake off the feeling and continue on with your conversation as you always do, though you’re distracted with the way he pushes his hand back, and how his veins in his hands look, and how--

“Hey, you good?” 

You blink, startled and looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Unfortunately for you, Hanma has been getting too comfortable around you now. “What, see something you like?” He cooed, dipping his head lower to meet your eyes, voice now to a whisper. You fidget away, drink long forgotten as you try to remember how to breathe again, furrowing your brows. "I don't think I want to be here anymore." It was his turn to frown. "Hey no I'm sorry, I was joking—" "I'm hungry. Do you...wanna just grab takeout and go to my place?" Silently he nodded, dumbfounded that you had invited him over. It felt like an unspoken rule–he wouldn't ask if he could go over, knowing the answer would be 'no.' You weren't ready for him to invade your space like that. But after all this time, after close to six months of non stop talking and relearning each other it felt like the most natural thing in the world for you to ask. Even if you were a little nervous about it. And so you (he) paid your tab and left.

–

The two of you sat comfortably on the floor of your living room, eating from shared plates and having mindless movies on in the background as conversation continued. "Thanks for letting me over, doll–not gonna lie I was getting tired of always going out to a bar." He teased, laughing when he felt you shove him a little with your shoulder. "Be grateful, Hanma." You rebutted with a smile. 

"Shuji."

....

"What?"

"Come on, we’ve been talking for months now. You can’t just call me Shuji? Not just once?” 

You placed your chopsticks down, that fuzzy feeling coming back into your stomach the same as when you stared at him earlier. Could you call him Shuji? Did you think you were close enough to do that? He was so different than the Hanma you knew all those years ago, but somehow the same–still poking fun but now it felt good, the teasing and the taunting was reciprocated–maybe even building up to something else, that you had refused to unlock. “Come on pretty girl,” the name made your head spin and your face get hot, and him leaning in closer to you didn’t help. Hanma brushed your cheek, thumbing at your skin when he cupped your face, “just once. Just call me Shuji, please.” Your breathing hitched, eyes dropping down to look at his lips, and when you looked back up at him you noticed he’d done the same thing. “...You’re being so stupid, Shuji.” Your voice was barely heard above the sound of the TV. He chuckled, lips brushing against yours, “yeah well, you know what they say–love makes you stupid.” You closed the gap that barely existed to begin with, hands latching on to the front of his shirt as Hanma invaded your senses. 

The kiss was dizzying, overwhelming, too much– everything and everywhere all at once. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when Hanma had been such a constant in your life recently, not when he admitted to loving you. You could practically feel the cockiness come flooding back, Hanma smiling into the kiss and nipping at your lower lip, easily slipping his tongue in after you granted him access. He’d taken over quickly, hand on your cheek pressing the back of your head deeper into him and the other trailing around your waist to pull you close. He had you straddling him, and you still were trying to keep up with the kiss. “Sh-Shuji, wait, h-hold on.” You broke free enough to speak if only for a moment, but he continued with the kisses down your jaw, and neck, and nipping at the juncture of your shoulder. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Fuck, his voice dipped low–the gravely sound was shooting straight down to between your legs. It was hard to breathe, he wasn’t letting up enough for you to tell him, but you needed to, you needed to–

“I’m a virgin.”

Hanma immediately stopped his ministrations, the sound of the TV turning more into white noise than whatever was going on. When he didn’t speak, you felt the need to explain. “I just, I don’t know–don’t fucking laugh, I don’t know what’s going on in your head.” You huffed, embarrassed. “I just...was never interested in hookups. And everyone fucking sucked, so I never...”You trailed off, looking away when Hanma tried to meet your eyes. He cupped your face so sweetly, small smile on his lips as he did so. “Look at me, baby.” His fucking petnames were going to kill you. But you listened anyways. “We can stop, or we can just make out–doesn’t matter to me as long as I have my hands on you.” He snickered and you wanted to smack him. You thought about it too, but you don’t think you’d find anyone better than Hanma.

You loved him, too.

“I don’t want to stop, Shuji.”

He didn’t need anything else after that.

–

“Aah, fuck, Shuji y-you’re being mean again.” You whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Hanma had your legs open around his waist, working his fingers deep into your virgin hole. It’s already been twenty minutes of him slowly working you open, curling two of his fingers in your cunt and pushing up against that squishy part of your walls that had you climbing up to your orgasm–only for it to never come. Hanma kept fucking stopping. He’d feel how your walls started to clench and twitch around his long fingers, and the absolute bastard would only snicker and pull them out, slapping them lightly against your clit. “Aw, sorry baby–Just can’t get enough of how you look.” He teased, devil horns practically growing on his skull. This was the Hanma you remembered from middle school, and it seems his sadistic torture moved from taunting you at school to taunting you in your own bed. But you don’t think you cared too much, not now. Not when you saw the love in his eyes. Slowly, Hanma pushed in a third finger, a hand coming down to push you into the mattress and keeping you still. “Gotta prep you, doll–don’t want it to hurt, right?” And you don’t think it would, you had toys, it wasn’t unknown territory, but you kept your mouth shut anyways when he looked at you like that, eyes devouring you. His pace quickened, pumping his thick fingers in and out, in and out, until he saw your nose scrunch up and your mouth open–whining and crying out as you climbed closer and closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You could feel it, and you spread your legs just a bit more to give him more space, eyes rolling to the back of your head–

And then he pulled out.

“Shuji!” You were so frustrated, tears flowing freely now with how angry you were feeling. You were ready to start telling him off, until he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you with such authority it made your skin crawl. “If you don’t stop me now, baby doll, I’ll never be able to keep my hands off you again.” His aggressive tendencies never really went away it seemed, even after leaving the gang life behind you had such a grip on him it made him crazy. “Tell me no, and we’ll stop.” He waited a beat, squeezing a bit more at your jaw expectantly. You simply stared at him, stars in your eyes as you looked up at the man. 

“Keep going.” 

Throwing caution to the wind, Hanma kept the hand tightly on your jaw as his messy fingers slipped back into your weeping cunt, finger fucking into you harder and faster than before, all three curling up back into that gummy part and not letting up this time. Your mouth hung open with the pressure he kept on you, moans flowing freely out–you babbled, repeating his name until it all just jumbled together in messy cries. You tried to keep your eyes open but the pressure building up so fast was dizzying. Your eyes rolled back, bordering screaming as he fucked into you. He said nothing, just kept staring at your face of pleasure as you finally descended into your orgasm, crashing over you in waves and not stopping. Your juicy pussy was splashing him, fingers slipping over to rub over your clit just as quickly. Your orgasm hit you like a fucking train, lower body spasming as he kept you at that high. “Too much, too much Shu–too much!” your legs were aching to close, and he let up just enough to let you get away, smacking your pussy twice before. 

Hanma leaned down kissing your throat after letting go of your jaw, whispering against you “First it was not enough, now it’s too much.” He taunted, nipping at your skin before kissing up to your lips again. Even when he was being mean again, he pet your head and wiped away your tears. “You sure you wanna keep goin’ pretty?” You hiccupped, taking the time he’s graciously given you to take a breather, and nodded. He smiled like the devil himself and planted a harsh smooch right on your lips before moving back, lining his cock against your wet folds. “Y’ready, baby doll?” Another nod. He pushed in.

“Ah fuck, Shuji–s’big.” you gasped, arching your back in the pleasure and slight pain you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself–he was big, though you knew you were feeding his ego when you heard a laugh tumble from his lips–deep in his chest. “You’re okay, baby–gonna stretch you out nice on my dick.” He started moving slow, and you swore you could feel each vein as his cock stretched your walls around him. His movement was deliberate, passionate, like he was making sure your pussy would be molded to only take his cock for the rest of your life. Though even if he told you so, you’d openly admit you’d never be able to be with another man after him. As he felt you loosen enough to move freely, he fucked into you faster, leaning over onto his forearms–dropping his forehead to yours, hair forming a curtain around the two of you. “You waited for me, baby? Waited so I could take your virginity, right?” He spoke nonsense and you both knew it. But fuck, he felt so good inside of you, you couldn’t help but let him hear exactly what he wanted. “Waited for you, Shuji–wanted to give it to you.” You were able to barely get your words out before he groaned above you, humping you like a dog in heat. “Fuck, baby doll–pussy’s so fucking tight.” His jaw tightened as he got the words out, angling himself to feel you cum around him again. “Wanna feel you cum, baby, come on, give it to me.” his hips slammed against yours, wicked pace stealing your breath. Silent screams escaped you, gasping and crying when you came around him again, and he relished in the feeling of your abused cunt clenching and twitching around him. “There we go” He breathed out a laugh, kissing your tears as they fell. 

Hanma only let up enough to get his hands on the backs of your thighs and push them up to your chest. He was fully over you now, continuing to pound into your swollen pussy. “Shujiii” You whined, nails clawing at his wrists but unable to move him. At this angle he kept hitting all the right spots and you needed him to slow down. Yet the only word that would spill from your mouth was his name, like a silent prayer or mantra. Your third orgasm of the night came quickly, messier than the first two–your juices splashing on his thighs as he kept fucking into you. Folding in half you had no power to stop him, only able to take the pleasure that was bordering on painful with how quickly he was making you cum with no breaks. “Come on, pretty girl, come on.” Hanma was far gone, pupils blown out with lust–mumbling to himself more than to you, bed creaking underneath you with his strength. 

He maneuvered your thighs to be pressed against your chest with one arm, his now free hand finding your swollen clit and pinching– your screams and moans filling the room as your fourth orgasm felt like a house of bricks being dropped on you. You covered him in your juices, his cock now covered in a frothy white layer that webbed and stuck to the both of you. Even as he let go of your clit, Hanma was still chasing that high–so close to getting off. He wrapped his free hand around your jaw, covering your throat and shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Look at me baby.” He ground out, just to see your fucked out face eyes all teary and glassy. Your mouth was upturned in a slight smile, completely cockdrunk. It was enough to push him over the edge and still deep inside you, shooting his thick load in your abused hole. 

Silence filled the air, and slowly Hanma let go of your face and your legs, pulling out and hissing when he felt his cum dribble out with him. “Fuck..don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming about that.” He laughed, and laughed harder when your weak hand slapped his shoulder. He dropped his weight next to you, collecting you in his arms with a kiss to your temple. “How you feelin’ baby doll?” He whispered, and you hummed, snuggling deeper into him. “Good. Sore. Always so mean to me.” You teased, feeling yourself off into sleep. He smiled at your temple and let you drift into slumber, at least for now–he’d have to clean you up. 

Until then, he reached over to your phone and finally changed his name in your phone, keeping the heart but replacing his surname with ‘Shuji’.

[thewertsearch]

GG: you said you are asking me permission first and i appreciate that GG: but if you are asking im afraid my answer is no! AT: oKAY, i RESPECT THAT, AT: bUT, i WONDER, GG: what? AT: i WONDER IF A TRULY SELF CONFIDENT GUY, wITH THE BEST SELF ESTEEM THERE IS, wOULD EVEN NEED TO ASK, AT: mAYBE THE BEST GUY WOULD JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE SUCCESSFUL, aND WOULD DO IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, aND EVERYONE ELSE'S,

I don't think Tavros is just emulating Vriska here. This is a very Alternian mindset, and it's one we've seen before.

Alternia is, after all, an empire. It's a society whose idea of success is inexorably tied to violence and domination - so if you're trying to be a better troll, you'll probably gravitate to both, even if you don't realize it.

It's not really about your personality, either. Karkat is, by all accounts, one of the more moral trolls in the party - but as we've seen above, even he's got those imperial instincts. This sort of thing is insidious, and once it worms its way into your brain, it can be hard to shake.

Tavros is a very straightforward example. He's finally gained some 'confidence' - and what's his first impulse?

To seize a useful resource from an alien, and use it against her will.

GG: that would be smug and arrogant and would make you a bully!!! [...] AT: yOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT ALL THAT, i'LL RESPECT YOUR WISHES, AT: oR, AT: wILL i? };) GG: nooooooooo dont dont dont dont dont GG: im serious GG: uuuuggghh i think my headache is coming back AT: i WAS jUST, AT: mAKING A JOKE, AT: sORRY, }:(

This dude cannot read a room. Truly, the anti-Terezi.

Oh, leave off.

AG: Next time you decide to open your heart to an alien girl…….. AG: Make sure her chat client isn't 8eing holographically projected for all to see, ok?

This exploit should apply to chat clients of any size, provided the screen is visible. Maybe John's Pesterchum Glasses were a better investment than I thought.

AG: Jade let you down too easy. She's too nice! Someone's got to tear into you for that appalling display, and once again, guess who's shoulders that falls on? AG: That's right. Vriska's, as usual.

Tavros probably does need someone to explain what he did wrong, but it should be anyone but Vriska. This is obviously just going to be more bullying, and no actual advice.

AT: i THINK SHE HAS THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF NICENESS, pERSONALLY, AT: aN AMOUNT THAT IS SOME, iNSTEAD OF, AT: nONE,

Showing backbone against Vriska, eh? Finally, a constructive use for all that confidence.

Progress is progress, even when it's just a minor clapback.

AG: Hey, I'm nice when it matters, [...]

Nope, I'm calling Vriska's bluff. What nice things has she done so far, exactly?

Sure, she made Tavros the rocket chair, but only after mercilessly tormenting him for his physical condition, which she caused.

Plus, this wasn't even a real apology gift. She kept bullying him after that, and is literally doing so as we speak.

I guess she also made Aradia's soulbot, as an 'apology' for murdering her with her own boyfriend. To be precise, she had Equius make it, with horrific results that she should probably have seen coming.

She also thought that it would be 'nice' to tell Terezi that her blindness 'wasn't that bad'. This conversation was kind of complicated, though, and I'm not sure what her actual intention was.

Anyway, it's pretty clear that Vriska doesn't really grok what 'nice' means. She gives Tavros a rocket chair, continues to torment him, and doesn't understand the contradiction, because she doesn't think his feelings actually matter.

[...] and where it doesn't strangul8te the critical development of people I give a shit a8out, ok?

"After all, no one was ever nice to ME, and look how gr8 I turned out! When you think about it, it's actually a GOOD thing that no one ever showed me kindness! It made me strong! Don't you want to 8e stroooooooong, Pupa? ::::D"

I'm reminded of this exchange from Hivebent. Kanaya recommends that Vriska practice some basic self-care, and Vriska completely flies off the handle, furious at the mere suggestion that she should be kind to herself.

Vriska thinks kindness will harm her. She refuses to accept it, and avoids showing it to anyone, which makes her remarkably consistent in her cruelty. I'm willing to bet that there's nothing she's said to Tavros that she hasn't already said to herself.

[asexual-but]

Hi there! Just like everyone, i am beyond obsessed with the sagau lately lmao

At first i thought it was silly but its grown on me super fast haha

I was wondering if you'd do a "how they worship you" for the kid characters, like Klee or Qiqi? I've been a Klee main since her release, i like to think shes really hyped to finally meet you cuz you made her and her mom and then you obviously also made Dodoco! I like to think she brings the creator every single 4 leaf clover she finds (cuz Klee is german for Clover!)!

If you'd also like, maybe you could do a "how do they react to someone other than the traveler being a vessel", cuz i'd imagine Diluc couldnt help but be jealous when the creator chose Klee over him or at least Jean!

Just Leave Me Alone(Jealous)

I am going to do a "Worship Styles" for the babies! So be on the look out for that, Klee's is actually the next one I'm working on :)

So for now, I'll do your other request!

Warnings: Obsessive thoughts, Cultish Behavior, Religion, Diona is bullying Diluc lmao, Anxiety portrayed and mentioned

Characters: Diluc & Diona(and Klee!), Zhongli & Chongyun, Sangonomiya Kokomi & Gorou

In which The Creator chooses a vessel who is not this character

I was originally going to include more Inazuma characters, but I couldn't figure out what to do with them. Sorry Ayato, I still am yet to write for you.

Diluc- Diona and Klee

Everyone could see that Master Diluc was losing patience. As he walked past in Mondstadt to work his shift in The Angel's Share people spared him sorry looks.

Diona, bartender at The Cat's Tail, had been recently made a vessel of The Creator. The tiny cat girl made it a mission of hers to rub it in poor Master Diluc's face.

If she only knew the truth, she'd be a lot kinder to Diluc.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

Spark Knight Klee had also been made a vessel.

Diluc could understand why You chose Diona, really he could! Kaeya had been the only Cryo user at your disposal, and that was certain to be annoying... But Klee?

Diluc was an excellent Pyro user, a master of the greatsword, and you had chosen a little girl who was currently in solitary confinement for killing local fish over him????

Diluc couldn't wrap his head around it. He was just good with his vision as Klee was, if not better! He had so many resources at his disposal, his connections could make your many quests far easier. But you had chosen another bartender, and another Pyro user, over him.

Diluc was practically inconsolable. He wondered if his "adventure" in Snezhnaya had made you see him as unclean. Or maybe you misunderstood him too, maybe you were disgusted by his profession.

His prayers become more frequent, Diluc wants so badly to be your vessel. He considers trying to bribe Diona or Klee into telling him how they did it, but he didn't even know where to begin with that.

Kaeya watches from a distance as Diluc beats himself up. Feeling a bit superior, but also rather sad. Poor Diluc...

Maybe he should stop in at the tavern and let Diluc bask in what remains of your aura from today's adventures...

Zhongli- Chongyun

Rex Lapis was an old being. He had been through countless trials in his life, and defeated every one with whatever was necessary. Often, that was patience.

However this was rather more trying than anything before.

Local Exorcist-in-Training, Chongyun had recently been called upon by The Creator. Zhongli and the rest of Liyue celebrated for him, another vessel from their proud nation. Zhongli wondered if you'd come to favor Liyue if the young boy did well. But still...

It seemed you only took Allogenes... Did he not count? Zhongli ponders as he restlessly taps his pen to the document long forgotten. If he did not technically need or use a Vision... Could he not be chosen as your vessel? No, the Traveler did not need one either, yet you took them first. Does that mean you favor them for their flexibility?

Zhongli tried to examine the situation from all angles, but Master Hu had summoned him for something and his mind remained uneasy.

He tried later to enjoy his tea, only to see Chongyun dash past him. Your aura following him closely. It must have been time for one of your odd quests.

Was the inflexible nature of Geo just... Unappealing to you? Cryo could be just as unyielding, and you seemed to have no problem using that...

Zhongli tried to tell himself that it's just not his time yet... But that doesn't ease the anxiety in his chest.

Sangonomiya Kokomi- Gorou

General Gorou was excellent at his job and very easy to talk to. Kokomi guessed that's why you chose him as your vessel first.

That's fine, except now all scenarios have to have a contingency plan for in case Gorou gets taken out by you.

Kokomi hardly notices the extra work. The problem is that.... Well she really wants to be your vessel too.

Whatever it is that is keeping you from taking her on as a vessel, if you would just send her a sign. Something, anything to let her know how she was lacking! Kokomi, Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island, was failing to interpret whatever signs you may have already sent. How shameful.

She tries not to beat herself up about it. Perhaps it was because you didn't want to get in the way of the war effort. Perhaps you simply liked Gorou for his use as an archer. Perhaps you were just waiting for a little while longer to take her on. Perhaps Kokomi was just getting too impatient with you.

Oh, well that thought certainly didn't help.

Did you think it selfish of her to want to be your vessel? Was Kokomi offending you by questioning your choice of vessels? She's sorry! Kokomi will do everything in her power to apologize... Maybe then you'll forgive her crimes... Maybe then Kokomi could be your vessel.

[lost-girl-2021]

I'd love to hear more if you find any new ideas!

Part Two (really Part one) of my Metkayina Headcanons

Spider’s around the same height as Tuk, who is around 8-ish as far as I remember. Consider the Metkayina guys knowing he’s a child, but assuming he’s way younger than he actually is because of how small he is (in comparison to the na’vi). Like, I imagine they haven’t had the type of non-violent interactions with humans that the Omaticaya people have, so they don’t have a lot to go off of. I also think this would make Ronal and Tonowari a lot more angry at the Sully’s for leaving him to fend for himself, because he just can’t be older than ten or eleven.

When Spider is taken into their family, I imagine Aounung and Tsireya would be protective of him. He already knows how to swim, but they’d teach him about all the different plants and show him how to use a spear and all that. I also think this would prevent him from getting bullied the other teenagers, because everyone just kind of assumes he’d a little kid and it’s kind of embarrassing to bully a baby. And Aounung doesn’t know how to interact with anyone new without hazing, so he kind of channels that into going Big Brother mode. (In case it wasn’t obvious by now, I’m a sucker for the Protective Older Sibling thing). I mean, he probably still teases him, but it’s definitely not bullying and if Spider shows a hint of getting actually upset, he’s quick to take it back.

I also like the whole sleep pile thing, with the youngest ending up in the middle. Either the whole family, just the parents, or just the siblings, any work with me. Maybe on special/sad occasions, the whole family sleeps practically on top of each other, but otherwise Aounung and Tsireya think they’re ‘too old’ and sleep on their own pallets. Maybe Spider bounces from Aounung to Tsireya to their parents each night, always ending up with a Na’vi snoring above him and holding him close.

At first, Spider thinks it’s because he’s just a guest, so they don’t have a place for him to sleep. I can see him coming up with little excuses to make the situation make sense, because he can’t really understand that they just want to take care of him for the sake of taking care of him. Like, they need to keep a close eye on him (there always seems to be someone nearby whenever he goes anywhere, obviously they’re worried he’ll do something crazy) (what’s actually happening is that they think he’s this little guy and want to make sure he’s okay). Ronal always makes his plate for him at mealtimes, because she thinks he’ll be greedy and try to take too much, surely (actually, she’s just worried he won’t know what foods he can/can’t eat as a human, so she makes up his plate every time they eat).

Next part up later!

[mellotronmkll]

Okay like idk how to explain it but I'm just so frustrated because I feel like when it comes to like ummmm realizing im autistic/unmasking its so hard for me and it feels so black and white like because I was definitely told as a kid/teenager that I was annoying repeatedly obviously and just like was bullied for being autistic and like for me I reacted by basically completely suppressing everything so much that I ended up basically becoming extremely alienated from myself and my own interests and passions and feeling very hollow for years lol because I was trying desperately to appease the people around me and be Not annoying as much as I could and obviously I hit extreme burnout and so yeah now that you know I'm recovering from that and over the last few years have finally started to unmask and actually find joy in my interests again and am working on being able to share them with other people without embarrassment it's just so frustrating because sometimes I feel like I just go too far and am just like. Super super annoying and I'm just so terrified people aren't gonna want to be around me and idk how to explain it but it's just like the fine line between masking so much that I suppress my own personality and just going full no holds barred autist on everyone and then you know being rejected because of that well it shouldn't be a fine line right like I have learned social skills I should be able to practice those while also not hiding my personality from everyone and being embarrassed by my interests. But figuring out how to do that is so hard like and it just drives me crazy because I want to be a likeable person and I don't want to be told I'm annoying and weird and rejected by everyone but if I'm being true to myself like really that's just gonna happen 😭 and there must be a happy medium but idk how to find it. Like I feel like the answer is probably a mix of. Of course I need to observe those social mores and keep practicing the social skills that are important for me to be like a good friend etc but i also need to get more okay with being a little unlikeable like people are going to think im weird and obnoxious especially neurotypical people and I have to accept that if I want to be happy but I also don't want to because I want everyone to like me. BUT like I also have to navigate like not being unintentionally rude especially to the people close to me because sometimes I suck at that. But that also doesn't mean I have to please everyone All of the time. But my brain cannot handle that nuance it's like I'm either doing one or the other and it drives me insane does this make any sense

[luvfae]

How did Eddie and Y/N Henderson first meet? Like obviously they knew each other from school, but what exactly went down the first time Eddie went to Dustin’s house? I wanna see this interaction so bad!

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART THIRTY

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, bullying, sexual references

masterlist

“Do you remember the first time we met?” Eddie asked you one day out of the blue, your head in his lap as his fingers played with your hair.

“What? Like back in middle school?” You asked, glancing up at him.

Eddie smiled, shaking his head at you. “No, like officially met. The first time I ever hung out with Dustin at your house,” Eddie said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Not really, why?” You asked.

“I was just thinking about how far you and I have come from then,” Eddie shrugged. “You were a total bitch.”

You gasped, sitting up to look at him, an offended expression on your face. “I was mean, sure, but a total bitch? That’s harsh,” you frowned.

“Need me too jog your memory, princess?” Eddie asked, kissing your forehead. You didn’t really get to answer his question, he just began talking.

-

You walked through your front door, discarding your backpack on the kitchen bench and pulling your tight ponytail out of your head, letting your hair cascade freely.

It was the first time Eddie got to see you up close and personal, got to see how you went about your life in a private setting. In the comfort of your home.

He had noticed you before at school and being his best friend big sister meant that he had heard quite a bit about you from Dustin. Things that he didn’t really believe to be true.

“She’s really not that bad, you just have to get to know her. She puts on an act in front of her friends.”

Although you were pretty horrible to your peers and liked to join in with your friends while they ridiculed innocent people for no apparent reason, there was one thing that Eddie couldn’t deny. You were hot.

Your eyes held a mean glare once you noticed Eddie sitting in your living room with your brother. His eyes were glued to your legs, practically drooling. He had never really allowed himself to completely gawk over you before, but man, that cheerleading mandated dress hugged your every curve.

“Why the hell is Eddie Munson sitting in my living room?” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth as you moved from the kitchen towards the couch your brother and unbeknownst to you, your future boyfriend, were sitting on.

“Eddie’s my friend,” Dustin shrugged. You laughed, glancing between the two. “What’s so funny?”

“He’s like 5 years older than you,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Shouldn’t you be hanging out with people your own age?” You asked, eyes snapping onto Eddie. “Oh wait, I forgot, my bad, all the people your age graduated like what? Two years ago now?”

“Y/N!” Dustin exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why she’s being like this,” Dustin sighed, talking to Eddie.

“It’s fine, Dustin,” Eddie shrugged, glancing over at his friend for a brief moment. “Mean girls turn me on.”

You gasped, eyes widening at his comment.

“Keep making fun of me, Y/N,” Eddie said, smirking over at your shocked reaction. “Something for me to think about later.”

“Ugh, gross!” You scoffed, stalking into your bedroom, slamming the door.

“Dude…” Dustin said, looking over at his friend.

“It was a joke, Henderson,” Eddie replied.

But it wasn’t a joke, there was an uncomfortable tent forming in his pants. It did in fact turn him on when you were mean to him.

-

Later that same night you ran into Eddie in your kitchen. He was grabbing a water the exact same time you had decided to get something to eat.

“You’re still here?” You asked. He glanced over his shoulder at you, an annoyed expression on your face. “Don’t you have something better to do? Or is hanging out with my 15 year old brother your only hobby? Is Dustin your only friend, aw, how upsetting,” you said, pouting at him.

“God, you are such a bitch,” Eddie laughed, turning around to face you.

You hummed, standing in front of him. You reached over him, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, taking an excruciatingly slow time to fetch your fruit, making Eddie shift uncomfortably.

“Don’t cream your pants,” you said before you spun on your heel, walking away from him and back to your bedroom.

Eddie let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in after your door was closed. That tent once again forming in his pants.

It was in that moment that Eddie Munson knew he was going to come around here more often.

-

“Okay, so maybe I was a total bitch,” you said. “And I apologise, but look at me now.”

Eddie grinned at you. “You’re not so bad anymore,” he shrugged. “Once you realised you didn’t have to put on that mean girl act in front of me, that’s when I really started to like you.”

“You’ve changed me Eddie Munson,” you said.

“How so?” He asked.

“You made me soft.”

© luvfae 2022

[hauntedhotel]

Finally got round to watching s2 of Heartstopper and I'm having a great time but every time Charlie's mum is on screen I want to throw something. Is it just me or have they made her worse for the TV show? It's been a while since I read the comic and I do remember that she and Charlie had a difficult relationship and she wasn't necessarily the warmest person ever, but in the show she's awful.

I'm a mother, and although I dont have teens yet my eldest daughter isn't far off, and this shit is tough but she offers him literally no compassion at all. Your child - who was outed in the worst way and bullied consistently for like a year - starts suddenly struggling in school and your only response is to cut him off from his boyfriend who you know is making him happy. I get that you'd be concerned about your kids grades but like, to the detriment of everything else about them? She never even asks him why he's struggling or why his marks are slipping, she just makes the assumption Nick is a distraction and runs with it. I can't understand a parent who sees their kid go through everything Charlie's been through and then sits through that parents evening and isn't immediately like "bud, what's going on? What do you need from us?" She doesn't even entertain the idea that his schoolwork is suffering because he's stressed or unhappy, the lack of concern for Charlie as a person is overwhelming.

His dad obviously thinks she's too harsh but he never actually does anything practical or meaningful to support Charlie or stick up for him.

I'm really, really enjoying the show but as a parent to a slightly highly strung pre-teen it's kind of hard to watch.

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Oliver O'Rourke Species: Human (Pre-Lamia) Occupation: Art Teacher Age: 33 Years Old Played By: Gray Face Claim: Sam Claflin

"My family? Turned into luggage. Tragic, yes. No, not really…"

TW: Parental death

It’s just so easy for a small town to coil up around a person. Wicked’s Rest always had too tight a grip on Ollie. He grew up restless, from his bouncing knees to his daydreaming mind, and somewhat smothered by a mother and grandmother who only seemed to get more overprotective the older he got. But as a child, that house at the very, very edge of Worm Row seemed almost magical, like his grandmother’s fascination with the Flat and her host of historical paraphernalia, or his mother’s tender adoration of the Museum’s collection. The shine wore off, though. Soon, because kids are cruel, what’d once been earnest and exciting turned embarrassing; he was quickly, chronically short on friends, self-confidence, and space. As for his father, and everything beyond Wicked’s Rest - Ollie had hardly known his dad long enough to miss the idea of him, but… he could understand wanting to skip town, sometimes. Even just to see! He was always made to feel some sort of bad, though, for even thinking of everywhere he read about, far from home.

So he didn’t. Not out loud, anyway. Like he didn’t complain about schoolyard bullies, or that particularly, yes, small town kind of loneliness - the low ache of spending your adolescence in a claustrophobic world where you knew everyone, forever, and never really got the chance to slough off the stories life left you with. Like that kid whose dad dropped out of parenting to start a band, or something. Or Weird Willa’s grandson, yeah, the hoarder who ran the Serpent’s Flat tours. Or the boy whose mom freaked out over the craziest stuff. Like, cried on the field because he took a soccer ball to the head and needed a couple stitches. And pulled him out of every sport forever. And chased down the school bus because she hadn’t realized the marine biology field trip was leaving town; just for the afternoon, but no, she reamed that teacher out right on the highway. And so on, and so on. 

By the time Ollie was this close to escaping high school, he was sure he needed to escape Wicked’s Rest, too. College seemed like an excuse, yes, but - a good one. Maybe the best he’d get. So Ollie simply lost his application to UMWR, and quietly started packing. When an acceptance letter came back, his family couldn’t believe it. In a bad way. How could he go? Didn’t he understand? 

Understand what? That he was supposed to spend the rest of his life managing their unresolved crap, whatever it was? That he ought to give up on going anywhere, or doing anything, because they were afraid to? That he knew they didn’t think he’d make it doing whatever he did, anyway? That wasn’t fair, his mother insisted; it was only that he really should consider the risks, the cost. None of which anyone but Ollie seemed able to define. More than ready to prove something, he left that old house on a bad note that never quite stopped ringing in his ears. 

It wasn’t his family’s fretting that brought him back to Maine. He was fine on his own. (Obviously. Not flinching away from risks and costs of any kind, ever.) But they weren’t. His grandmother was getting older. And that house needed more and more work just to stay standing, leaning heavier on the Flat by the year. So he’d visit, take care of things. And go back to his cats and classes, in Portland. There’d always be another round of students getting up to their elbows in acrylic paint or staging a new play or practicing the heck out of their next concert number. And… summer? And the next relationship he’d get cold feet about for no good reason. And talking his mother out of her vague, frantic spirals of worry. Even if he still didn’t understand what she was so afraid of, he could at least recognize the patterns; the regular reticulations of her anxiety, so much like his own. And not. Still goddamn mysterious. But predictable, at least. Life, in general, was predictable. At some point, that had stopped feeling stifling. Couldn’t notice how tightly his sense of life had constricted if he didn’t go wriggling too hard against the flow. 

But Serpent’s Flat did some writhing of its own. Suddenly, his mother was… gone. An accident? Willa couldn’t seem to say, exactly; she just begged him to come home, stay home. He did, for her sake. She seemed to think it was for his. It’s been several months, now, of weathering both the raw shock of his mom’s death and the nearness of his grandma’s. Even her ever-odder questions and ever-deeper frowns were some kind of comfort. Then it came: what felt like a final talk. And what a talk it was. Apparently, his mom had been murdered, hunted, because she - because something had gone wrong, like it hadn’t for ages. Apparently the O’Rourkes had a problem. Apparently, that problem was… why wasn’t she laughing? Why wasn’t this insane explanation for everything from jaw pain (stress, clearly) to back aches (more stress, clearly) not one last, hilarious joke? Weird Willa, always a riot. Spinning another story. Their story.  No; not really. No way. He said so then, and he reminded himself, again, as his skin crawled all the way through his grandma’s funeral, her desperate certainty haunting him like a headache. Which he still has, as he carries on clearing that hoard-cluttered house that nobody in their right mind would ever buy, and getting ready to head back to work because he’s out of bereavement and sick leave and then some, and… everything else he needs to do. It’s just a headache. Just stress. Clearly.

Character Facts:

Personality: Creative, empathetic, perceptive, hard-working, finicky, perfectionistic, restless, stubborn

Ollie’s a vegetarian, and a squeamish one - he always did love animals. Which is unfortunate, given… yeah. 

In Portland, Ollie taught a mix of arts subjects across levels - studio art, music, some drama, mostly high school, a little primary, some community center stuff over the summers. Really, he’s been teaching in some kind of way for ages; he was one of those kids who showed the new art/drama nerds the ropes in high school, and spent a few teenaged summers as a swim instructor. Since moving back to Wicked’s Rest, he’s worked as a TA at UMWR for the summer semester to help make ends meet and managed to nab a contract at his old high school for fall. He’s hoping to get this whole alleged “man-eating snake monster” issue sorted out before classes start up again. Totally doable. Right? 

Most of his artistic hobbies have turned into work, and stopped being something he does for himself and the joy of it; besides those, his pastimes run outdoorsy. We’re talking gardening - picked up from the grandmother he’s just lost, in the garden he’s supposedly going to sell off with the rest of the old family house - running, hiking, and, yes, swimming. Nothing serpenty about that, obviously.

His maternal grandmother, Willa O’Rourke, was something of a local character; she worked as a very enthusiastic tour guide at the Serpent’s Flat Viewing Station, and was a notorious hoarder and patron of antiques stores, estate sales, auctions, and other opportunities to pick up “eclectic” goods. Looking around that old house he’s trying to pack up, it’s difficult to tell what’s family junk, superstitious (and occasionally supernatural) odds and sods, and/or the disorganized notes and clippings of an amateur historian.  

The O’Rourkes never allowed pets of any kind, despite Ollie’s childhood hopes; his mom feared having bite-size companions around might tempt her seemingly dormant curse out into the open, and Ollie’s, too. This, of course, was never explained to Ollie, who adopted a couple cats after he scored his first teaching contract. Vince and Theo have been weirdly aloof, lately; adjusting to the recent spate of extra-weirdness the town’s had going on, that’s all. Definitely.

[0dotexe]

I'm really feeling some 𝔽𝔼𝔼𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊 tonight and I thought I'd share something from my past that haunts me still.

It has been 18 years since my best friend died, and the memory haunts me. TW for animal death, bullying, family nonsense, the works.

This is gonna get long, I'm sorry.

Some background

Be me, a 13 y/o kid with autism going through the ringer in a catholic school. I have no friends, and most of the kids either bully me or avoid me. I was used to it at that point, but I longed for a friend for so long. I thought I could make some from extracurricular stuff like soccer or the scouts, but I just had this air to me that drove people away.

"Fine" I thought, "who needs friends anyways?" as I continue to try my best to survive.

The summer before the semester began I went to a scout camp that lasted a week. I was far from home and could usually do activities I enjoyed without being forced to socialize much. As my mom picks me up and we go to the peach festival in a town nearby she says there's a surprise for me at home. I cannot guess for the life of me what could be so surprising.

So we get home, technically my grandparents place. I'm greeted with something that genuinely makes the most excited I'll probably ever be in my life. We had cats in the backyard. A momma cat decided our place was suitable and let her kittens hide under a shed.

I immediately go outside and try to see the cats. The momma is surprisingly social but the kittens aren't, obviously. No big deal. I read about this in my giant cat book. I just need to get their trust.

Momma cat (Dyemond) had four kittens. Rocky Road, Cloud, Sprinkles, and Little D. These cats basically took over my life that summer. Grandpa set out a trap, captured Little D, and took him inside so we could give him food and I could socialize with him. His name basically was inspired by a white diamond on his back. Nothing too deep. But anyways.

I literally sit there for hours talking to him, giving him food (his favourite was ice cream), making him comfortable, until he isn't scared anymore. Unfortunately, my grandparents were apprehensive of letting cats stay inside (one part because they're hoarders, one part they didn't have the supplies to house him) so at the end of the day, we'd just let him go back outside. Stupid in hindsight, but I was a kid. I didn't know any better.

One day, I get back home from another grueling day at catholic school. At this point we don't have to trap Little D to have him be comfortable coming up to me, but something is off. He's not as energetic as he normally is, he's not purring, he looks banged up but that's just how cats are, right?

I raise my concerns with my family. Practically begging them to take him to the vet. I do this every fucking day until they finally do on a Friday. I raised this concern a week ago, and they're only JUST NOW getting to it? "Fine, whatever, so long as he's going to get better."

He was taken to the vet in the morning, and I was picked up from school the same afternoon, asking my mom, "What happened? Is Little D okay? What did the vet say?"

I can tell that my mom doesn't want to answer the questions I'm asking but I'm pestering her about it so she finally says, "He has cancer." Thinking I'll leave it at that. No the fuck I won't, I keep prying.

"Oh, so he just needs some medicine to feel better, right? Like chemo or something?"

"He's dead, [REDACTED]." is the last thing I remember hearing my mom say. The weekend following I remember literally nothing. I cannot for the life of me find a single memory of what I did. I asked my family to how I was during that time and they just said, "You didn't say or do anything." I believe this is the point in which my depression started and no one can tell me otherwise.

So, I need to bring up this guy

His name throughout this memory will be called S. I hate him, but I do respect people's privacy. So S was a new student that semester, and he made it his perogative to make my life a living hell. I'm sure he was a bully to everyone else too, but sometimes I feel like he singled me out more often than not. I was an easy target, because no one stood up for me.

S was the kind of guy who once he knew what pushed your buttons, he pushed all of them at once to see what reaction you'd have, and then push them once more for good measure. Even though his bullying affected me a bit, nothing hit me as hard as the day I come back to class after mourning (and still mourning) my only friend.

I was in a religion class (forced onto the curriculum, but I almost never paid attention unless Veggietales was playing, but I digress) and the teacher assigned homework over the weekend. Understandably, I didn't do it. I couldn't hand over my book, open to the page and it's blank. He asks me why I didn't do my homework, so I tell him the truth, "My cat died, I'm sorry." he quiets his voice and apologises, and gives me an opportunity to turn it in next class. I thank him quietly and go back to my desk.

But S had other plans. Oh, of course he did. He eavesdropped on the conversation, trying to find more bait to pester me with. This information seemed to be a goldmine for him as he stands up and yells, "Hey everyone! [REDACTED]'s cat died!"

The world around me stops. I hear a mix of laughter but also some "Dude what the heck" but I don't do anything other than lay my head on my desk, sobbing quietly. The teacher berates him, but he's not sent to the office.

S wasn't expelled until months later, when he called a crush of mine gay. That's neither here nor there, but I do find it kinda funny that, THAT was the defining moment for his expulsion from catholic school. Stay classy, catholics. I remember the day too because when I heard the announcement on the speaker; I almost fell out of my chair and just said out loud, "Thank god. I'm finally free. He's finally gone." Crying of course.

This memory haunts me, for a variety of reasons.

It's up there on one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. It's probably also one of the reasons I left the catholic faith because if someone like him can be a catholic, who else out there could hurt me?

A few years after mourning him, my mom seems annoyed at me, she says to me, "[REDACTED], Sometimes I wish I never told you he died. You just can't seem to get over it. He's just a cat, move on."

He wasn't "Just a cat" he was Little D. He was my best friend. He was euthanized. I wasn't there to comfort him. He loved ice cream. His purr was so loud it could cause an earthquake. I couldn't get him to the vet fast enough. He died. He fucking died. We buried him in the backyard, and I'm just supposed to "get over" that?

We had kept two of the other litter mates and got them to the vet immediately after this incident. Rocky Road and Cloud. Sprinkles just fucked off and was never seen again.

Those two are dead now too (they both lived for about 15 years), any connection I have to that part of my past is now gone. It hurts. It fucking hurts.

I'm sad everytime I think about this. I had to learn as a child to mourn in a way that makes it very hard to express my emotions. When I was at my grandpa's funeral, I couldn't cry. I had to cry in a locked room away from everyone else. My emotions weren't valuable or permitted to express to my family when I was truly suffering, so why show it then?

I don't know how to end this. If this helped you in some way, great. But just know this will never leave me. I can't "get over" it. Almost two decades later and I just can't get it out of my mind.

I'm sorry, Little D. I miss you.

⬖.Exe

[masterporky]

im gonna go on some sort of rant that may be deleted later. i guess it could be considered a vague post but ive cut off anyone who im "vagueing" or whatever. its kinda my explanation why i havent been here much recently. its not very cohesive or anything its kinda just my pissed off rambling. its really long or whatever.

ive been treated very poorly by people in the rpc. it was mostly in a discord server made by someone i had trusted. i trusted them because they were older and more experienced than me. and they seemed nice

i guess its my fault for being a kid on the internet in spaces primarily dominated by adults

but also. those same adults were kids on the internet just like me when they started out. so i dont understand how they cant show an ounce of sympathy or come up to bat for me when i very obviously need it

i dont care if you hate children, i dont care one bit. it was an all ages server. pro tip: if you dont want to be around children in online spaces dont be in all ages spaces!

even if it was only me and about 3(?) other minors out of like 10 active people. i dont care.

im mostly angry at myself for joining a server out of blind trust for someone i thought i was friends with. i know it wasnt very smart of me to join a server where i knew most of the people would be adults

but i still cant understand why they all began to fucking hate me. they acted like i was aggressive and unapproachable because that was the type of character i played. they vagueposted about me and acted like i was some sort of villain.

they made groupchats where it was me and 2-3 other people (usually mods) and practically ganged up on me whenever they didnt like the way i spoke or the way i played my character. and then one of those people who said they had been "bullied" by me joined back afterwards because yippee!!! i was gone!!! so now they could shittalk me some more.

"bullied" was me wanting them to properly communicate with me when they didnt like something i said or wrote. which when they did do that it was while in those groupchats. "bullied" was just them not liking the way i talked.

this person did so much other than just fucking that. they borderline fetishized black women & played what i can only fucking call a shittily concealed mammy stereotype. they roleplayed as a pedophile around child characters and REAL CHILDREN (me) which yes when they were askrd to stop fucking using their pedophile character they did. and they told me i frustrated them because they didnt understand me. there is a very high chance that i am neurodivergent. i dont care if you're neurodivergent too, thats borderline ableism. and their partner threatened to harass me once i left. what a great fucking thing to do.

oh and after i left, along with another person they put their "triggers" as "pokey minch" and "earthbound" which is just fucking spitting in the face of anyone with real fucking triggers. i did not traumatize you. grow the fuck up.

one of the weirdest things that happened was that someone who had joined had been making me uncomfortable beforehand (i have since forgiven said person) and no one else knew them. so they completely ignored when i was uncomfortable. but then. they had their character say "kill yourself" to one of the mod's characters and suddenly they got immidiately banned after. hm.

dont get me started on the mods. the mods who i thought were my friends, but excused everyone elses far worse behavior while condemning what i had done. which was seemingly nothing. and the owner of the server did absolutely nothing but let them do this.

i think the worst thing i did was, in a panic when i started feeling like a horrible person, send an apology to the owner a week later i dont feel bad anymore. i dont feel bad because i know that i didnt deserve whatever the fuck they were doing to me in there. i feel bad that i basically lied about being sorry. i guess it wasnt lying because i did feel very sorry and guilty at the time but it wasnt right to send what was basically a false apology to them and i wish i didnt because its embarassing and also wrong.

and the worst thing my friend who i invited did who they also hated (he's also like. a minor) did was send a very mean message to one of the people who had gotten mad at me for a seemingly very small reason and sent mods after me for it. which. i appreciate him being the only one fighting on my behalf. but i dunno.

that person was one of the people who made pokey minch their trigger. and had also made some insane fucking comment once about being "neutral on gay and trans people. some are nice" thats called being a bigot you fucking walnut. you cant be neutral on that sort of thing. and they criticized their coworker for being "racist" when their coworker just said that they hated white people and then got fired for it

the person i had the most problems with had spread what seemed to be false rumors about someone else in the rpc as soon as they entered so im not very certain im going to be safe from any sort of thing like that.

these people were 21-32. i am 14.

and not to sound like im giving you my sob story but its just that. do they just not remember being a kid? do they not realize how genuinely worse being in school has gotten? late generation z kids, especially in a school thats like mine where theres no minorities and everyone hates anyone whos different is actually hell. the people who hate me for being edgy or coming off as mean would fucking drop dead if they stepped foot in my godforsaken fucking school. on top of being bullied relentlessly in school, i now have to fear that i'll be basically bullied in the spaces that i thought that id be safe in. and by none other than people who should know better and thay i thought would have known better because they're well past highschool.

im tired of being treated like im an easy target for harassment everywhere i go. i almost quit roleplaying on tumblr altogether after that because it was such a stressful experience as well as the entire server being made up by mostly people i was mutuals with and have since blocked

ok um i guess my point is just that well. if youre going to have your blog or your discord server be an all ages space maybe dont try and chase out children immidiately because you dont like them because theyre children. you were an edgy teenager who acted stupid too so you should try to have an ounce of compassion for edgy teenagers who act stupid.

oh and also if you cant separate fiction from reality then block me. straight up.

also like. idk if any of you are worried youre following any of these people. i aint gonna like list them down since this isnt supposed to be a callout post but if you like really wanna know for some reason you can like dm me. like as long as u dont harass anyone or anything idgaf

anyways heres some shitty memes i made off it cause like you gotta do something to like not entirely die after some bullshit like that

[there-must-be-a-lock]

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (jason!)

🥺 — Aw man, yes. Any moment where a character expects rejection and gets softness instead tbh. When they admit something they’ve been scared to admit and the other person *doesn’t* look at them like they’re a monster. When they find the courage to be a little bit more themselves because they start to trust the people around them to stick around.

Also, any moment where a formerly-depressed or hopeless character realizes that they’re happy to be alive. That’s the good shit.

🧠 — idek where to start, I’m just gonna throw a bunch out there.

Not sure I can count this as a headcanon when it’s more like the thesis of most of my Jason-centric fics? But pre-death he never got much experience with sex that wasn’t transactional and performative, if not outright coerced, and he has a really complicated relationship with the entire concept of consent and agency and feeling the need to please.

He uses tattoos and piercings as a way of reclaiming and reconnecting with his body when he comes back.

His favorite band is MCR, and when he was a kid it was in a very sulky edgy teenage way, but then he gets older and the concepts of Revenge and Black Parade hit almost too close to home. See also: “how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.”

It takes him a while to figure out how to be comfortable in his home and how to make it his own, once he settles down and stops moving from safehouse to safehouse all the time; he’s got a lot of hang-ups about spending money on himself and about putting down roots, but once he gets there he loves nesting.

His love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. @noxnthea and I had a whole talk about this when we were writing the Marshmallows, especially his birthday fic! He’s so used to taking care of himself that he’d be beyond touched by anybody taking the time to do things for him — it’s one of my favorite dynamics with him and Slade, because Slade is the kind of person who could gently bully him into allowing himself to be taken care of. And then as far as words, he’s really bad at saying stuff out loud (obviously) but with the right person/people, those rare occasions when he could make himself say it out loud would be treasured and encouraged… and he also puts a whole lot of stock in written words, because lit nerd. I think he’d be the kind of person who would absolutely swoon over a good old-fashioned love letter. Nox and I came up with this idea of him sorta borrowing romantic quotes and lyrics to start with, copying them on post-it’s and leaving them around the apartment or whatever, and then as he started to get more comfortable (and when he could trust that his vulnerability wouldn’t be shot down) he started writing his own words instead. Like all those books were practice.

(Writer asks!)

[akai-anna]

i saw the ship opinion bingo AND I REALLY WANNA ASK FOR OOFURI so here i am. obviously i wanna know about abemiha, tajihana and akimaru haruna!! but also mihashi/haruna, abe/haruna, mihashi/tajima and any other combo you want to ramble about I LOVE YOUR OPINIONS ON THESE THINGS

hi im back can you add izumi/shinooka and haruna + abemiha to the oofuri ship opinions bingo please

Mikh, you are the absolutely most precious thing, always enabling my Oofuri tendencies, bless your lovely soul, my darling. *whispers* I love you. Thank you so much for this.

Notes still apply:

i interpret relationships in the broadest possible sense

i check everything that makes sense to me, even if they seem contradictory; i view them applied to different situations/universes/possibilities

ship opinion bingo in question

I. Abe Takaya - Mihashi Ren

The No.1. Battery of my Heart they are, Ma'am

Where to even START WITH THESE TWO?

"MOST CODEPENDENT BITCHES ON EARTH" WAS PRACTICALLY MADE FOR THEM (as you could witness it in our reading sessions, god, you are an ANGEL FOR READING WITH ME!) and fits them like a glove. The canon material just provides so MUCH CONTENT FOR THEM already that I feel so well fed.

THE SHEER DEDICATION TOWARDS EACH OTHER, THEY CARE SO RIDICULOUSLY MUCH. THEY HAD TO SPEND A FEW WEEKS NOT PLAYING (NOT APART!!! JUST LIKE!! NOT PLAYING TOGETHER!!!) AS A BATTERY AND YET EVERY SECOND YOU COULD TELL THEY WANTED TO BE PLAYING TOGETHER. THEY ARE RIDICULOUS (already stupid enough on their own, no need for me to change anything there)!!!

ABE TAKAYA WHO CARES SO MUCH BUT ALSO CARRIES SO MUCH HURT FROM HIS PAST, WHO IS SHIT AT COMMUNICATING AND NEEDS TO GET HIS HEAD OUT OF HIS ARSE YET TRYING HIS BEST AND MIHASHI REN WHO WAS BULLIED SO MUCH HE LOST EVEN THE LAST DROP OF HIS SELF-CONFIDENCE SLOWLY OPENING UP AGAIN AND ALSO LEARNING HOW TO COMMUNICATE AND SLOWLY GAINING CONFIDENCE AND GROWING SO MUCH AS A PERSON AND AS PART OF THE TEAM! MY!! HEART!!! I'M FERAL OVER THEM MIKH, FERAL!!! The way Abe needs to learn to TRUST MIHASHI and let him MAKE DECISIONS TOO, and see that respect IS IMPORTANT (MIHASHI BEING BETTER THAN ABE AT COOKING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, SUCH AN IMPORTANT LITTLE MOMENT!!! MIHASHI BEING MORE COMPETENT THAN ABE AT SOMETHING!!!) BOTH WAYS, and a battery is not a one-sided BUT A TWO-WAY THING (NOT JUST ABE GIVING SIGNS AND MIHASHI DOING WHAT HE IS TOLD BUT ALSO MAKING A DECISION TOGETHER!!!) I'M CRYING- AND THEN THERE IS MIHASHI WHO NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO SPEAK HIS MIND ABOUT THINGS, WHO NEEDS TO LEARN THAT IT'S NOT JUST ABE THAT MAKES HIM AMAZING BUT HE IS PART OF THAT, IT'S NOT JUST ABE, IT'S HIM (AND THE WHOLE TEAM TOO!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!) TOO, AND HE IS SOMEONE TO BE RELIED ON TOO, SEE tHAT HE is GOOD TOO!!

I'll be honest, their bond is just so deep and so very meaningful to me. I personally don't view them as romantic, instead I see them as one of the most precious queer platonic relationships. (The very fact that I view Abe as aromantic, thank you canon material, is a big part of this.)

Honestly, as we read we gush about them a lot (obviously), and I still feel I could still go on about them forever. Have one of my favourite moments with them, that I feel started them on the whole journey for becoming so much better, so much closer, CORE ABEMIHA MOMENT, BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT ONLY WERE VERY HONEST WITH EACH OTHER BUT ALSO SAW THAT THINGS CANNOT REMAIN THE SAME AND THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO A BATTERY THAN THEY'VE BEEN DOING SO FAR (MUTUAL!!!) AND ONE OF THE VERY FIRST MOMENTS ABE'S BRAIN SHUT DOWN (but who can blame him, Mihashi's smile IS PRECIOUS AND HE WORKED SO HARD FOR IT), IT'S JUST SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!

(But I was also so tempted to put the "But you are the one who cares about me the most" scene or the name calling scene here... It was a hard choice.)

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II. Mihashi Ren - Tajima Yuuichirou

The Natural Braincell Share Duo

I'm going with TajiMiha next for a reason, which is the VERY FACT THAT IT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF ABEMIHA. (Which I couldn't help but talk about in this post because I ADORE THE PARALLEL/CONNECTION SO MUCH.) So I'm sorry, I'll be talking about TajiMiha in relation to AbeMiha BC I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM.

Compared to Abe, Tajima has no problems communicating with Mihashi, they are on the same wavelength, TAJIMA IS LItERALLY THE tEAM'S MIHASHI tRANSLATOR, there is a mutual respect between them from almost the very start.

Tajima and Mihashi also seem to share other interests outside baseball, and non-interests too (Sir, they are SO STUPID, PLS tutoR thEM MORE).

While there is a solid foundation for AbeMiha battery that solely relies on Abe, TajiMiha battery WORKS TOGETHER FROM THE VERY START, MAKING DECISIONS TOGETHER, LEARNING TOGETHER, GOING THROUGH ThE PROCESS OF DECIDING THINGS, MAKING MISTAKES, ADJUSTING; TajiMiha having battery as equals, while AbeMiha being so ridiculously unbalanced at first (putting everything on Abe's shoulder).

Also the contrast between Tajima-Mihashi. Tajima, the star player with his natural talent, the very definition of Wild and Feral, always as bright as the fckin sun, loud and honest with his every feeling and thought, "he's got one mean presence" thought. Mihashi, the team's Ace (but thinking not by his own ability), lil anxiety birb who is afraid to say what he thinks but also having the loveliest of sunshine smiles if one takes the time to get to know him and ACCEPT HIM, "he's such a nice person" thought.

Tajima-Mihashi are so precious to me MIKH. SO PRECIOUS. The way they are just so COMFORtABLE WItH EACH OTHER. URGH. ALSO THE VERY FACT THAT TAJIMA IS A YOUNGEST BROTHER IN A BIG FAMILY BUT ALSO FEELS LIKE A BROTHER TO MIHASHI, IT'S PRECIOUS? ALSO SO READY TO PROTECT AND THROW HANDS FOR MIHASHI'S SAKE I'M!!! FERAL!!! AND THEN MIHASHI OUTRIGHT TELLING HIM THAT IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, ONE OF MY EVER FAVOURITE SCENES!!

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III. Hanai Azusa - Tajima Yuuichirou

The True Rivals TM

Yes, I'm going with them for the third round because basically, they are my main romantic ship (don't ask why, brain chemistry said so, and idk why). I'm SO ATTACHED TO THEM, THEY REALLY AFFECT AND INSPIRE EACH OTHER SO MUCH, CONSTANTLY MAKING ONE ANOTHER WORK HARD TO BETTER THEMSELVES AND CATCH UP TO ONE ANOTHER.

Tajima being the Force Of Nature that he is, the Natural Talent (not that he doesn't work hard! HE DOES!!! But also the very fact he only needs a few tries to achieve something! GOD! HE'S SO BRIGHT!!) and having so much CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF TOO, BEING SUCH A RELIABLE PLAYER ON THE FIELD. And then you have Hanai: who can be so awkward, despite trying his hardest, still feeling like he is failing, feeling INADEQUATE NEXT TO TAJIMA, despite the fact that before Nishiura he thought of himself as a good player. Very reliable and responsible off field (TEAM CAPTAIN MATERIAL!!!!), but not feeling so next to Tajima, esp on the field. IT BREAKS AND HEALS ME.

AND THEN AS TIME MOVES ON HANAI BECOMES BETTER, MORE SURE OF HIMSELF. TAJIMA BECOMES MORE CONSCIOUS OF HIM. LIKE GOD LORD. IF YOU ASK WHO THEY ARE COMPETING AGAINST? THEY HAVE EACH OTHER AS THEIR IDEAL, AS THEIR RIVAL, I'M!!! FCKIN FERAL, MIKH!!!

HANAI "I DON'T LIKE MY NAME" AZUSA, FROM THE FIRST MOMENT HE SUSPECTS GIVEN NAMES ARE GOING TO BECOME A THING FOR THE TEAM, FREEZING UP AND PALING AND ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT BC HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE CALLED AZUSA, REFUSING TO SAY HIS OWN GIVEN NAME WHEN IT COMES UP, INSISTING ON BEING CALLED "HANAI", AND EVERY TIME WHEN SOMEONE SAYS "AZUSA" YOU CAN SEE HIM DYING A LITTLE INSIDE, ONLY TO SAY IT OUT LOUD THAT HE DISLIKES HIS OWN NAME (discreetly to a couple of his teammates only, INCLUDING TAJIMA), FOR TAJIMA TO CATCH ON HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME TO TRAINING AT THE TAJIMAS' BC OF THE NAME CALLING THING, AND THEN ONLY FOR TAJIMA TO BE LIKE "OK I'LL TELL EVERYONE NOT TO CALL YOU AZUSA", WHICH LEADS TO HANAI "AWKWARD AND EMBARRASSED" AZUSA TO DIE MORE INSIDE. REST IN PIECES SON. (THIS BIT IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME, I'M RAMBLING, I'M SORRY. TRAINING AT THE TAJIMAS' IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE ARCS IN THE WHOLE OF OOFURI.)

Already went through the whole ship tag, both on AO3 and FF.net and i'm dead inside. (oh why OH WHY IS OOFURI AND A SMALL FANDOM IN WESTERN PARTS!!! WHY IS TAJIHANA A FAIRLY RARE SHIP!!! A CRIME, YOUR HONOUR, A CRIME!!! I'm still digging around for more fics, but those 2 sources are out now. *cries tears of blood*)

Hanai's whole Internal Crisis during the Nishiura VS Sakitama game? IT HAS MY HEART, I LOVE MY BOY SO SO SO MUCH. (Not to mention the little moments you can see how big a crush he has on Tajima. Everyone has a bit of a crush on Tajima Yuuichirou, but Hanai's is the biggest. God, bless his heart.)

I'll be honest. I wanted to include like... *checks* 6 different scenes (some a few pages long) for TajiHana. But I'm trying to limit myself bc 30 pic/Post limit so. *coughs* I'm only leaving these 2 here (A side and B side, if you will). (Also, sorry for the mild spoiler, bear with me.)

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IV. Akimaru Kyouhei - Haruna Motoki

Most Ridiculous and Devoted Childhood Friends TM

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM MIKH. THEY ARE SO RIDICULOUS, SO ENDEARING, SO STUPID, and definitely in a relationship (is it just friendship? is it romantic? is it the Annoyer and Annoyed? who knows, but THEY ARE DEFINITELY TELEPATHICALLY CONNECTED AND IN A RELATIONSHIP).

God, Haruna wanting Akimaru to be as serious about baseball as the rest of the team, TO BE ON THE SAME PAGE ABOUT IT AS HIMSELF, IT HAS ME SHAKING, HE CARES SO VERY MUCH, and the next second he kicks and smacks him (LOVE LANGUAGE, IT'S HARUNA'S LOVE LANGUAGE!!), God, GOD.

Akimaru, who is so very laid-back (at FIRST, WE ARE CURRENTLY READING THE TURNING POINT MATCH MIKH CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT INCOMING!!!), only was there to help Haruna out, only to start THINKING later on, after he sees how much Haruna CARES, how the TEAM CARES, IT'S SO DELICIOUS!!

Akimaru is a Good Guy, really, I love how he sucks at baseball outside catching Haruna's pitches (for the time being), but he is SUCH A CASUALLY NICE PERSON, and the way he can so easily get on Haruna's nerves is one of my favourite things, YET ALSO REMINDING HARUNA OF THINGS HE FORGETS!!!

Haruna caring so much that he CAN GET ANNOYED AT THE SMALLEST OF THINGS WHEN IT COMES TO AKIMARU, I LOVE AN IDIOT, WHO FORGETS SHIT SO MUCH.

TO BRING BACK SOMETHING NICE FROM OUR READING: THEY ARE JUST SO STUPID, MIKH, I LOVE THEM-

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V. Haruna Motoki - Mihashi Ren

Abe's Ex-Pitcher and Current-Pitcher

Not much to check here, but, but... I really love their dynamics. Obviously, the connecting points for them are 1) Abe and 2) Pitching.

I absolutely love what a different perception they have of each other! From the first moment, Mihashi thinking that Haruna is awesome (despite everything Abe says about him), even sort of having him as his goal as a pitcher, and Haruna looking down on the weird lil guy, talking about dichotomy LMAO

Only for it to be not Looking Down as time moves on (and interactions happen) and a sort of more Realistic admiration on Mihashi's part. (HE COULD GO AGAINST HARUNA IN A WAY!)

THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO UTTERLY FUNNY AND RIDICULOUS, I LOVE THEM!

Another Mihashi translator (pitchers are a weird species, but they get each other it seems).

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VI. Abe Takaya -Haruna Motoki

The Bitter Exes TM

I cannot believe my FIRST BINGO TURNED OUT TO BE "HE'S THE WORST PITCHER" AND "HE HAS A NASTY PERSONALITY" DUO, HOLY SHIT-

As we already established it at our lil Oofuri talks: They Are The Bitter Exes (bless you Mikh). Even if (usually) I don't see them in a romantic context, they are still Exes TM. (Ex-Friends surely exist too, right? And so Ex-Battery Mates.) And they totally didn't end well. And totally stupid and fcked up.

The very fact that they have such vastly different opinions of each other, all based on their perceptions and misunderstandings, just makes this dynamic so layered and delicious. All the hurt Abe is carrying with him EVEN NOW, while Haruna is like "Oh, you talkin' about that!"

The fact that Abe cannot help but COMPARE all pitchers to Haruna, being so affected by the experiences, that he cannot let go of Haruna in a way (which is also a backwards way to say he cared and respected him so much that the BETRAYAL hurt him so much, it wounded him for, if not life, but even till the current timeline).

While for Haruna, Abe's presence and perseverance actually helped him so much through his hardships when he was injured.

AND THEN THEY FINALLY TALKED ABOUT IT, AND THEY BOTH HAD TO REALIZE THAT THEY WERE SO WRONG ABOUT SHIT, I'M IN TEARS, MA'AM-

Moving on from this section, I could put the whole conversation they had in here bc GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD, SO NEEDED, SO BEAUTIFUL, but have only these 2 pages to save space.

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VII. Abe Takaya - Haruna Motoki - Mihashi Ren

The Old Battery and The New Battery

I LOVE THESE 3 TOGETHER, THEY ARE JUST SO SILLY TOGETHER, and I already talked about them separately, so imagine all of that put into one bowl AND MIXED.

Abe's complicated feelings towards Haruna, his hardworking personality, how his bond with Mihashi is so very different from Haruna's.

Mihashi's admiration for both Abe and Haruna, and wanting them to get along because he SEES HOW MUCH ABE HAS BEEN HURT, and seeing that he still CARES about Haruna.

Haruna, thanks to his current team, being in much better spirits, and admitting he was at fault too (and that he was also in a bad place, but that didn't make what he did ok!), appreciating Abe in his own way.

And yet Abe and Haruna still just going "he's the worst control" or "he'S NASTY" IT'S HILARIOUS, while Mihashi is there "They are amazing!"

No particular scene comes to mind (aside the ones I shared in the HaruMiha section) for these 3, no caps this time.

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VIII. Izumi Kousuke - Shinooka Chiyo

I'm going to be pretty boring this time, because as I'm nowhere near invested in them, I don't have much to say. I can only say that they ARE ADORABLE.

Hope you enjoyed this Rambling Session, my dearest Mikh, and hope you had fun reading this absolute word-vomit.

[bluestshade]

How Much Teasing is too Much?

Armin Arlert x Reader

1.2k words

I have full on Armin Arlert brain rot.

I want to ruin him. I keep imagining being roommates with Eren and Armin in a college AU. Eren is an ass, a total fuckboy. Constantly leaving messes everywhere, always giving you attitude when you complain, being way too flirty when he’s had a few. Meanwhile, Armin is an angel. He’s the mediator, pleading for you guys to stop when you’re at each other's throats. He smiles apologetically when Eren makes a crude remark, cleans up after him when he tornados in the kitchen. You can’t understand how Armin tolerates him. Sweet Armin, who’s shy when you get too close or accidentally brush against his leg. He’s so pretty and you grow to like making his face red. You try not to tease him too much because you feel mean, you know you shouldn’t do it but it’s just so easy.

Little do you know shy Armin is sneaking into your room when no-one is there and fucking his fist over your pillow. He knows exactly what you’re doing, he’s not stupid. He keeps playing along, gives you the reactions you want. Let’s you feel in control because you’re enjoying yourself but there's only so much he can take. Every giggle, every touch of his arm, every smile you give him. He hoards it in his mind as a reward for holding back. You’re so nice, so kind to him. You always offer him your food, always making sure to ask if he wanted to join whenever you did anything. You listened to him, whenever he would get sidetracked or ramble on you never looked bored or tried to change the subject. Such a sweet girl, he felt so guilty for squeezing his cock into a stolen pair of your underwear, imagining you're the one squeezing him. He’ll cum over your toys, wipe them down and listen intently for the next time you use them.

It keeps on like this for months, until one night when you’re watching a film. You snuggle up to him (claiming to be cold), and relish how the pink spreads down his slender neck. You watch him grab a pillow to cover his lap with. Seeing the effect you have on him is too exciting, too addictive. You ‘accidentally’ spill your drink on the pillow and insist that it needs to be washed but Armin is reluctant to let it go.

“No! Wait! Let’s just wash it later, let’s finish the movie first…”

“Armin, you can’t sit there with a sticky pillow on your lap. You’re going to get it on your clothes.”

When he still won’t give it to you, you crouch down next to him with a kind smile, “Armin…it’s okay. Really. I won’t look, okay? I just want to put it in the wash.”

And when you take the pillow you’re true to your word because you start to feel guilty. Maybe you pushed too far, he’s obviously so shy. Why were you pushing him like this? What had gotten into you? You take the pillow to the laundry room, mentally chastising yourself for bullying him like that.

Armin meanwhile is hot on your heels because how can he not be? ‘She didn’t laugh? She didn’t think it was gross? She didn’t even look?’ Armin is overwhelmed with how fucking cute you are, purposefully teasing him like that like he couldn’t tell. How sweetly you treated him when you thought he was actually embarrassed. No, he was trying to lure you into doing more and he was at his limit.

Thin fingers plant themselves on your hip and startle you and you let him turn you around, he’s mumbling pleas for you to help take care of his ‘problem’ but his desperation is counteracted by the knee he wriggles in between your thighs and the cool hand on the back of your neck. He’s practically whimpering in your ear as he grinds against you, taking your hand and placing it on his stiff cock, begging for any friction. You barely have time to react and the pressure of his thigh is making your cunt throb, not to mention his soft pleading in your ear.

A half stutter, half moan of his name is all you’re able to manage as he pins you against the wall with the weight of his body.

This is okay, r-right? Please…just a little bit. We don’t have to do much, just please, haah. Your hand…feels so good. So nice…you’re so nice. Thank you, please, squeeze it a little. Ah! Please…more…I need it so badly…this..ah…thank you, thank you thankyouthankyou.

He’s getting frantic, bucking his hips into your hand, and you can’t help to hazily wonder if you caused this by teasing him. Sweet, shy Armin was a gentleman, he always listened to you talk about your daily lectures, he always treated you with kindness. He would never do this normally, it must have been what you did, right? You went too far, and you felt a little shame at the fact you weren’t totally remorseful because his keening whines were sending chills throughout your whole body and the way he rubbed against you felt so good.

Good luck getting him to stop once he’s crossed this boundary because he’ll be knocking on your bedroom door late at night sheepishly telling you that he needs you to take care of him again, desperately grabbing at your pyjamas and placing fervent bites to your neck because he gets off on others seeing that he’s been all over you. He’ll keep pushing boundaries bit by bit, asking you to use your hands on his bare skin, begging to use your thighs, feel the wetness of your mouth. If you retreat or seem unsure he’ll switch tactics and turn shy again, claiming he doesn’t know why he said those things, he’s not that type of person, you believe him don’t you? He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, he just can’t stop thinking about what happened in the laundry room.

You were wearing such a figure hugging dress today, you wore that on purpose, right? You’re so beautiful, please, I can’t make it go down, you’ll help again, won’t you? You do it so good, I-I promise, just once. Just this once. I cum a lot quicker if you lick it, please, I won’t ask again, please! So pretty, it looks so good when you- *whines* when you do that. *bucks hips* Ah! I’m sorry! Just feels…so good. You’re so good to me.

He’ll fuck you in the common spaces when Eren isn’t there, sometimes he jumps on you when he knows Eren is on his way home because the excitement of you being caught while you’re face down on the kitchen counter having Armin make a mess of your cunt from behind is just too intense. He’ll go as fast and hard as he wants and if you're lying there, tears brimming at cumming hard for a third time, he’ll sincerely apologise but he won’t stop. He’ll say you feel so good he can’t stop himself, you’re squeezing him so tight he doesn’t think he can take it out, just one more time. He’ll overstimulate you because he loves to hear you match his volume, he wants to make you as desperate as he is, he remembers every time you teased him fondly and now he’s going to pay you back in kind. And you��ll let him because you’re just so nice.

[science-lings]

I still want to write about AoC Link and Wild meeting but first all elaborate on why they would parallel Wilds relationship with Flora.

Pre-calamity, Wild is repeatedly referred to as the physical embodiment of Zelda’s failures. He succeeded where she failed and no matter what she does, they’re forced together constantly. 

Who would be the physical embodiment of Wild’s failures? What about a version of himself that survived the rise of the Calamity and is literal proof that Wild didn’t have to die, he didn’t have to lose everything, he didn’t have to fail. In LU canon it’s already been established that he sees this version of himself as someone entirely different and more worthy as a hero. In the end it was Wild who wasn’t strong enough to fight anymore.

While I don’t think that Wild would snap at this version of himself, at least not very easily, there are eight other Links between them so he would just happen to avoid him at every single opportunity.  He would withdraw from the others, why would they need him if he’s obviously being replaced by a superior version. The only one who would possibly know why is Twilight who listened to Wild rant about how he was before. I think Twi would have to explain to AoC everything that’s going on, and why there’s a clone of himself that looks like he grew up in a pack of wolves. 

The thing is that AoC would never think that he was better than Wild. He can tell that Wild does not want to be around him. He doesn’t go out of his way to get to know this roughed up version, even if he really wants to. He knows that Wild doesn’t like him but there really isn’t much he can do about it. 

Also AoC could have the impression that Wild existed before any LU related bs. I mean, he’s met the new champions who he knows come from 100 years in an alternate future and I think there are voice lines that refer to the fact that they know a version of him. It wouldn’t be too outrageous to assume that he would know of the existence of a version of him from a world that couldn’t defeat the Calamity. 

I think that Wild would resent that AoC was never alone. He had so much help constantly. He didn’t grow up knowing he was the hero and training for it, he still had friends and family that was alive and remembered and his Zelda never hated him. Everything that went wrong in Wild’s timeline, went right with AoC. Practically. And, as far as Wild knows, the only real difference was that AoC was just... better. He rose to be Zelda’s personal knight organically and it seemed like everything just worked out for him.

I think that the best way to resolve this is for Wild to somehow prove to himself that he is as much of a hero as the rest of them. Whether that be in the form of saving AoC despite their obvious difficulties in communicating, or him just being badass on his own and causing AoC to finally break his silence so Wild can have some kind of closure. 

I’d want this to be different but still similar to the “blades of the yiga’ cutscene, where Zelda realizes that despite everything that she’s done to keep Link away, he still does his best to help her, because she knows that she’s been cruel to him. But with Wild and AoC, It’s less about resolving preconceived opinions and deciding to be better, it’s about resolving Wilds internal conflict and finally being able to accept that he is just as much of a hero as this version of himself whose entire being has been inflated in is head by other people who once knew him, who he was expected to become without really knowing. 

now I want to write the fic so anything that I missed here will be there lmao, bully me if you want me to work on it. 

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I’m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

“Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”