#probably a shit ton of spelling mistakes

[moonystoes]

when i first got on tumblr there was a lack of elisa fans (&fics) and now it's so many instead of it being just me and you 😋 what a slay

Right I feel proud 🙏🙏

Shit made me get inspired and try writing too LMFAO... still don't know of I'll ever post it

[kunastrophic]

How I think the jjk characters would comfort you after a break up !!

Includes: Satoru, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi.

(Hurt/comfort, mentions of break ups (obviously) murder and vandalism (jokingly), might be ooc, written with fem! reader in mind but anyone can read!! Please ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes, I accidentally posted this twice...!..!.!!! So fixing it was a little difficult so ignore it if any paragraphs are merged......)

Satoru Gojo:

You've been isolating yourself in your dorm for about three days now.

The guy you've been dating just dumped you and you've been devastated since.

Of course, Satoru, Shoko, Nanami, even Yaga have reached out and tried to comfort you, but you brushed it off with a muttered “I'm fine.”, being sure to shut the door in each of their faces before they could say anything more.

But you weren't fine. Of course you weren't.

You were so in love with your ex. He was your entire world and he just left like you were nothing.

You've spent the last three days crying, sleeping, and rereading old texts.

You probably looked like shit, but you couldn't care less. What was the point in trying to look or act decent now that he was gone?

You're forced to pull yourself out of your thoughts once you get a knock at your door.

You groan, you really, really don't wanna talk to anyone, but you force yourself to get up.

You open the door and before you can even get out a full “What do you want?”, Satoru shoves past you into your room with a shit-ton of snacks.

“Did you really think I was gonna let my favorite person stay isolated and wallow in their sadness forever?” He asks, giving you a teasing grin.

You can't help the chuckle that escapes your lips.

“What's all that for?” You ask, pointing to the snacks that were now covering the entirety of your bed.

“Movie night!! We're gonna watch a bunch of movies and eat a bunch of snacks and stay up all night until you stop being all mopey!” He exclaims, and you feel an excitement replicating his bubbling up in your stomach.

“If your big ass doesn't eat all the snacks...” You mutter back with a sly grin as you get into your bed, sitting beside him.

He immediately puts his hand over his heart and squeezes his shirt with a look of faux offence.

“What!? And to think I went out of my way to be all nice to you after your dick-head boyfriend dumped you!” He whines, crossing his arms to look more angry.

This only pulls laughter out of you. His face immediately softens, it feels much better to see your pretty smile than your depressed frown.

He pulls you into an unexpected hug, and once you process it, you hug him back.

“I can hollow purple him if you want.” He says, muttering the words softly against your hair in order to keep the moment quiet.

“That's not happening and you know it.” You whisper back. Suddenly, this break up isn't seeming so bad.

Maybe you just need Satoru and your other friends, and you'll be better in now time.

Nobara Kugisaki:

Ever since you found out that your boyfriend was cheating on you, you've been visibly down in the dumps.

Right now, Nobara is the only one who knows since she helped you catch him.

“I just can't believe him. All that time together and he fucking cheats.” You groan before looking up at Nobara, who's currently going through your closet to help you pick what you need to throw out and what you need to keep since you've got way too much clothes.

“Yeah, he's a total moron. Keep or no?” She asks before lifting up one of your shirts.

“You can throw that out. And with my best friend too? No offense to you, of course, but seriously? He could've slept with anyone, and he chose one of the girls I trusted most in the world.” You shake your head and your heart clenches at the thought.

“Well, at least one good thing came out of this.” She says, tossing your shirt into the ‘keep’ pile.

“What?” You ask with major confusion. What the hell is that supposed to mean? She thinks it's good that you got cheated on?

“Now I get to be your best friend!” She smiles and laughs, and that causes you to laugh as well.

“Yeah, and I guess if he had cheating in his mind, I don't want him anyways.” You then get up off of your bed and sit next to Nobara, leaning your head on her shoulder.

She puts the pair of pants she was holding down and wraps her arm around you.

You both just sit like that. Neither of you says a word, but you feel a sense of peace washing over you for the first time since the break up.

“So do you wanna beat up his car now?” Nobara says, breaking the silence, and all you can do is smile and laugh.

Yuji Itadori:

“He did WHAT??” Yuji practically screams and you immediately slap your hand over his mouth.

About thirty minutes ago, you found your boyfriend (well, now ex-boyfriend) kissing another girl.

Your first reaction was to run to Yuji's room despite it being midnight and pray to God that he was still awake.

When he answered the door, you could hear Human Earthworm playing in the background, basically telling you that you hadn't woken him up or anything.

Yuji stares at you with wide eyes and says something from under your hand, buts it's muffled.

“Yuji, you have to shut up! It's midnight and I'm not supposed to be in here! We'll both get our asses kicked if we wake anyone up!” You whisper-scream to him and he begins frantically nodding his head.

You remove your hand from his mouth and wipe it on your shirt since he got a little bit of his spit on it.

“Ew...” You whisper softly.

“I can't believe him! You're supposed to be his Jenifer Lawrence, guys aren't supposed to cheat on their Jenifer Lawrence's!!” He whispers back, somewhat aggressively.

You can't help but chuckle at his dumb reference.

“Tell me his address!! I gotta square up with this guy!!” He whispers again and you laugh again.

You don't know it, but he's acting stupid on purpose. He's not super skilled at comforting people, but he's great at making people laugh.

“‘Square up’??? Yuji, what is this? A 2000's drama comedy?” You whisper through hushed giggles, your hand now over your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too hard.

“I'm serious, no one cheats on my best friend without catching these hands!!” He whisper-yells back, which only causes you to laugh harder.

He continues making dumb statements until you both forget the time and are now laughing hard, not even whispering anymore.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door that snaps you two out of your laughter.

Yuji quickly throws a blanket over you to ‘hide’ you in case it's a teacher then gets up to see who's there.

When he opens the door, he's met with an extremely annoyed and tired Megumi.

“Listen, I don't know what the hell you two are doing up at 1:30 in the morning but if you could shut up and go to sleep so that I can sleep, that'd be great.” He groans, glaring at Yuji then you.

“Do you think hiding under a blanket is actually gonna work?” He asks and you get out from under the blanket, your face is slightly flushed from embarrassment.

“That was Yuji's fault.” You say while pointing your finger at Yuji who them gasps.

“What!! I was trying to keep you out of trouble, how dare you push the blame onto me!!” He jokes back, and Megumi groans loudly.

“Just shut up.” He says before storming off back to his room.

Yuji shuts the door then walks back to his bed and sits beside you.

“We should have a sleepover!” He suggests with a big smile.

You tap your chin with your index finger, pretending to think.

“I dunno... You kick a lot in your sleep.” You tease him.

“I do not!” He retorts in offence.

“Fine. But if you kick me even one time then you have to do all my homework for the next month!” You say before laying down in his bed, pulling the covers over yourself.

He smiles and lays beside you.

“Deal.”

Megumi Fushiguro:

You hate this.

You can handle a lot of things, curses, training, homework, fighting...

But break ups?

You would rather take on a hundred special-grade curses all at once.

Megumi knows that about you. Which is why he's decided to let go of his nonchalant ‘I don't care about anything or anyone’ act for just today for you.

He knocks on your door and you answer.

“Oh, hey Megs. What're you doin' here?” You ask, your gaze shifting from his gaze to the blankets and snacks in his hands.

“Don't play dumb. You know I'm here to comfort you.” He rolls his eyes, walking into your room and setting everything down.

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.” You smile.

One of your favorite things to do is tease Megumi.

He knows that about you.

Come to think about it, Megumi probably knows everything about you. He's definitely your best friend. You'd probably choose him over anything and anyone. He knows your favorite songs, snacks, meals, movies, drinks, your biggest fears, your type, your pet peeves, everything.

So of course he came with every single snack you've ever said “Hey, this is really good” or “You know what you really need to try -!!” about.

Of course he came with his laptop to watch your favorite movies.

Of course he came with blankets and pillows to build a fort to watch said movies in.

Because contrary to popular belief, Megumi Fushiguro was the most thoughtful person you've ever known.

That's why he's your best friend.

“Oh, by the way, if you get a very detailed and remorseful apology from your ex, don't respond.” He randomly blurts out while building the fort for you two.

It's basically muscle memory for him after how many times he's done this for you.

“Megumi, please tell me you didn't threaten my ex into an apology...” You wince at the thought.

“I didn't threaten him.” He smirks as he puts the final blanket on the fort before crawling in.

You barely catch the smirk because it's gone within the same second it appears.

“Uh huh.” You reply sarcastically before crawling into the fort with him.

“So what do you wanna watch first?” He asks as he lists off all your favorite movies.

If you told anyone that the cold-as-stone Megumi Fushiguro was here in your dorm, building a fort for you and watching your favorite movies with you and cuddling with you when you both fall asleep, they'd laugh in your face.

But that didn't matter to you, since all you cared about was that you got to see that side of Megumi, and you wouldn't trade moments like this for the world.

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A/n: this is basically just because I have evermore stuck in my head rn and it made me think ab Satoru helping reader after a break up!? Also, guess which one of them is my favorite 😋😋 I think it's obvious but idk..

[cccakessslicemeee]

Spoilers for fantasy high read at your own risk

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I wanna see Fig find out about all the shit Bobby Dawn and how it personally affected her mom. Like I don't think Sandra Lynn would ever tell Fig about that. At least she would tell-if pushed the softest version of what she went through. Probably chalk it up 'yeah well... It was a really difficult time. I made my bed and that's where I got to stay for awhile. It was a mistake and I learned from it." But she's clearly doing that thing where she doesn't want to be too open or too vulnerable because all that shit happened in the past right? It doesn't matter now and she shouldn't make her daughter feel bad for HER own mistakes. It's just a thing that happened.

I feel like Sandra Lynn wouldn't tell Jawbone. Or maybe do that thing where she just says a lil bit to give him an idea but she doesn't tell the full story. He'd know though. He's been through some shit of his own and he would definitely have an idea.

I like to imagine it happens so organically.

Like Bobby Dawn returns to town. He's done nothing wrong. He's just doing a little shopping and he runs into Sandra Lyn while at fantasy grocery store. Fig and Kristen are probably there Figs looking at pre ripped jeans and Kristen is probably trying to convince Sandra Lynn to pick up a huge thing of protein powder. They don't need it they still have half a tub of that nasty shit at the manor.

Sandra Lynn sees Bobby Dawn as he comes around a corner. Probably got milk or bread. Maybe both? He's a white conservative so I soupy his grocery list is super complicated. Maybe eggs if he's feeling the light of Helios blessing. Anyway they stare at one another for a moment but he smiles first. Sandra Lynn turns away and grabs something off the shelf.

Bobby Dawn can't let it go. He must say something. All he has to say to get under her skin is just a simple hello. And she's shrinking into herself.

Kristen puts herself between Sandra Lynn and Bobby and also says hello. She didn't think he'd be coming back to town anytime soon. And he agrees. It's not his job to know everything, only to follow under Helios light.

Fig is baffled. Her mom is such a force of nature usually but now she's so...quiet? What the fuck??? Fig looks to to her mother who just focuses on the grocery list but her hands are shaking. Maybe with an unspoken rage or fear but it's not ..this is so weird.

Bobby's eyes don't meet Kristen. They are set on Sandra Lynn.

"I think it's so fascinating that you choose to continue living in broken homes."

Sandra Lynn does not react. She's in a store. She's buying milk and eggs and a shit ton of pork for a barbeque later and pool cleaner and a bag of coal and all this other stuff .. she can't.. she can't be.. she cannot just leave. She has shit to do and this asshole doesn't fucking matter anymore. Why won't he just leave?

I like to think Fig reacts before she even realizes what she does. It's not a spell or a punch and even Kristen has to kinda duck (fall honestly) out of the way to avoid being smacked upside the head with a bass guitar. It catches him in his stupid mouth and his glasses are flung nine isles over. Fuck this guy. Broken home? BROKEN?

"maybe shit has to break so it can be fixed and it comes back better than it ever was!" Fig wacks him again. He's prone. The man is pissed and scrambling to get away.

Kristen is like haha yeah fuck him up!

Sandra Lynn turns to see what the fuck Fig is doing and it's a lot. She feels like she's a failure because Fig should not be fighting her demons. None of this should be happening. She thinks about saying something like "you can't just beat up on people shopping" but she doesn't. Her mouth doesn't seem to be cooperating and her hands won't stop buzzing.

Kristen cast a zone of calm on Sandra Lynn and it helps sure but she's still so uncomfortable.

Bobby Dawn scrambles away and Fig absolutely chases after him but stops short when she gets to the threshold of the store only to scream obscenities and then come back to her mom who still seems so messed up?

They get the stuff they need and head home. Just this interaction has Sandra Lynn all discombobulated. She's having some thoughts and old memories she buried bubble up on loop. Her mind becomes a hellscape she just can't seem to escape from.

She remembers the bad things but worse than that she remembers the good things. When he was kind and kissed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair telling her she was the most beautiful woman in the world and quite possibly the best ranger he's ever witnessed. She remembers snuggling up to his chest and whispering sweet nothings back and forth. She remembers sharing meals and making plans. She can't forget the first night she slept behind a dumpster. It's everything all at once. Good and bad and ugly.

Where the fuck is Baxter? Oh right. He's sleeping at the manor or playing tug of war with jawbone. (Jawbone lets him win all the time)

They get home and she's real quiet. Stuck in her head reliving memories and what not. Baxter goes to her and he knows he's glued to her side and she's in tears nearly..but not quite.

Jawbone asks what's up. Sandra Lynn says something about "It doesn't even matter I should feel like this anymore it happened so many, years ago. Everything's fine now. I have a home."

He makes tea. He sets his paw on her hand and let's her have the floor. She doesn't talk, he doesn't make her. They just sit there for awhile.

Fig talks. She's so pissed about that Bobby Dawn guy. How come he has this effect on her mom?? What the fuck? Kristen agrees but she's well aware of Bobby Dawn and his...less than stellar work in the church. It's a hard night.

Fig is a bitch on a mission now and Sandra Lynn won't talk but maybe Gilear will? She presses him. He's not quite the guy to spill other people's secrets but Fig feels like she has a right to know. So he tells what he knows. She's livid. Not at him tho and she reassures him of that.

I like to imagine that days go by and Sandra Lynn is still very much on edge. Like spacing out and accidentally dropping mugs or over filling her coffee cup. Just a mess. Adine is doing her best to follow her around subtly and just not really sure what she can do other than hover around. Fig can't be around to see her mom like that. It hurts so bad seeing someone so capable struggle to put the milk back in the fridge.

Sandra Lynn is so certain she can just push through this. She'll be fine. She's done it before.

Adine assures her that "They are gonna murder that guy so hard."

[raavos]

Fluff//Romantic//SFW Abc - Aaravos x GN!Reader.

Includes Touch/Physical Affection, small text, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of panic attack's and sadness, mentions fighting (Not detailed.) Established relationship. Characters: Aaravos, Gender neutral reader self insert. Authors note: My first Post on this blog, I hope you enjoy. 💗 This fanfic was made about 2 years ago so there's TONS of grammar mistakes and could be mischaracterization of Aaravos. I decided from the release of season 6 & 7 recently (7 still on the way as I write this.) I should FINALLY finish this draft, to clarify all bold text is shit writing done years ago and the non bold writing is fresh. :3 - FLUFF ABC TEMPLATE BY: @snk-warriors (Go check them out!) -

-V- WRITING BELOW THE CUT -V-

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? He will love indulging you, sometimes he thinks most activities are silly or a waste of time. But when It's you, he's willingly playing games with you, or even becoming competitive. Though I imagine he has no need to eat or sleep. He will cook with you and sleep with you as well. Weirdly enough Sometimes he would lay awake at night with you in your arms, Watching over you..

(Sometimes You'll wake up in the middle of the night and make eye contact with him and get a fright. He'll laugh at you.)

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? He is head over heels for you, how did you manage to get him like this? Who knows. He thinks you put a spell on him..He thinks of you like a deity, jokingly saying you could go toe to toe with Aphrodite to your dismay, Shushing him for his backhanded compliment as he laughs softly before kissing your hand as apology.

No matter what form you take, what Species you are, your size, weight, height, culture, ethnicity or gender.

He will love you deeply and unconditionally, he loves calling you 'Ravishing' or praising you. Aaravos is more focused on personality believe it or not, If you're nasty and rude he wouldn't like you to be his lover.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? If you're sad and willing to follow him or indulge in his affection, he will lead you to your bedroom or couch, cuddling up with him as he litters your face with kisses and whispers sweet nothings and praise in your ear.

If you aren't wanting to be touched or talked to at the moment and just be left alone he'll respect your wishes, but he'll at least try get you to drink something, crying to much causes dehydration in his knowledge and he wants you to be optimal, even while in such a state.

If you are having a panic attack he's stays calm and sits with you, not touching you but staying close and murmuring soft, comforting words.

(Remember, ask if you can touch someone first If they're having a panic attack. Touching them without asking could make them panic more and make it worse.)

If you say yes or nod he rubs your back, holding you close as he speaks to you softly, kissing your head and wiping your tears away with his hand gently.

Holding you close on his lap wrapped in a blanket, crying into his chest while he holds you. Once you've calmed down he tells you to rest, Panic attacks can be draining. In a whole other scenario, If you don't want to be touched by him he'll listen intently just keeping you company or asking gently if you need anything.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? Probably burning down Xadia together.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? He's definitely the most dominant, Initiating most of the affection in your relationship and PDA No matter what if you're bigger than him or taller he can charm his way into flustering you.

He can take teasing, but not to much to the point where it's insults. Getting annoyed if you belittle him and telling you to zip it.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? He's not the type to fight, but when you do It's mostly about small things. Whenever you fight He'll always try to one up you, annoying you further until you're forced to drop it. Of course he reflects on it and even during the fight you could mistake his teasing for mocking, he's stubborn is the thing.

He won't let you win, though when apologising he will. Sitting with you and saying sorry for the fight or 'admitting' He was wrong, In a way that makes you think your right, And in a way that lets him still be a smug little shit.

He'd mostly like apologising by flustering you or whispering things in your ears to tease you in attempt of making you laugh or blush. And using his body to apologise as well. With cuddles and kisses..Or..Something else.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? He appreciates the fact you even like him. Hah, Aaravos? Insecure? Hah! Hah. Hah.. Haha....

Sometimes he does question it, Watching you do the simplest things like smelling flowers, Patting an animal. He questions it in his head,

'Why would they love someone like me? Are they Crazy?'

When you notice him zoning out or lost in thought you'll ask him what he's thinking about, and he'll laugh and brush it off. Even though you can't catch him staring, He's lovesick.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? He doesn't lie, He just bends the truth. Of course he has secrets, And most he hides to 'Keep you safe.' He has a good reason of course, Whenever if comes to the topic he will steer you away, Charmingly. Though if you push he will sigh, Still not telling you but saying he cannot tell you. He'd never get frustrated with you but he is a bit annoyed.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? I guess you could say he's more forgiving, He's.. 'Trying' To find the good in things. He thinks before he acts, Sometimes like 'What would _____ Do...' ....But it's short lived, 'Encourage me, perhaps.'

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? Whoever he was jealous of mysteriously disappeared..

Or alternatively he is a little shit who shoots shitty glances and glares, cunning witty insults..ect.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Starstriking. Aaravos is a good kisser, it starts out slow and sweet..patient for a moment as his hand slips behind your neck, caressing it softly with his bigger hand. He is a very greedy man, and even sometimes he lets his calculated actions slip. Giving into his own desires as he indulges the pure love and desire he has for you.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? Extravagant comes to mind at first, but not exactly. His declarations of love are meant for YOU, nobody else. It doesn't matter how they judge it or categorise it. He only cares about you. In other words, he would move galaxies and nebula for you, incinerate all of those who could possibly harm you. When it comes to dating at first..he's honestly a gentleman despite everything.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? Of course. Well, it's not a big intention but he is incredibly open to it and enthusiastic. To him marriage is a small human thing, a ring and a few words-..but it's not like he's trying to minimise it, he's simply seeing it as something so trivial compared to his love. He thinks of you as a crucial extension of himself. If you were gone it's like being cut in half. He would remove his own heart, push all the air that he breathes out and sacrifice it to you.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o? It depends. Corny things maybe, Starlight, Darling. You get the jist. Your interpretation is the only right answer.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Irresponsible. Breaking his own rules and bending past his crucial plans of revenge for you. It might seem small but he devotes a lot of time to you. He gives you trinkets that are so valuable selling it might break humanity's economy. Much more emotion is squeezed out of him, smiles that aren't hiding malice and gentle touches that don't intend any harm, he truly adores you. To you it may grow on you, but to others if witnessed they might be incredibly concerned

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? Very much so. He does not have the problem of stopping people from flirting with him because he won't get them the chance. He is strangely considerate of you, something he is very much not most of the time. He doesn't want to give you anything that could be morphed into him loving another. He only wants you, your being that transcends reality's is so prominent and clear to him that death would not do you both part for even then he'd find you.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. Everything

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? Everything.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? He's supportive and will put his own plan into fire to fit yours in. You're happy, he's happy.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Besides showing you the wonders of the earth and knowledge you cannot comprehend he shows you sides others cannot fathom exist. He does small things, to. Like remembering the tiniest details about you, contributing to a conversation with old facts about your life you told him and seemed to forget you told him even yourself, surprising you every time.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Yes.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? His life. You're the light that illuminates his skin, the calcium in his bones, every beat of his heart fueled by your very presence and existence. He would cry a universe worth of tears for you if you ever parted him. Everything else in his life meant absolutely nothing compared to you. (..Besides Leola, of course. You both were on the same-ish level.)

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. He adores horn scritches.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Of course. He loves adorning your skin and body with his lips, holding you was good to. If you share a bed, he holds you in his arms, chin resting against your head and arms snaked around the back of your waist of neck, hold the back of your head of rake his fingers carefuly through your hair. (..Unless your bald.)

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? Tantrums and uncoordinated actions. His plans are out the window and his own goal is to have you in his arms or in his reach. If not possible for any reason he is more than Frustrated. Waiting was something you'd assume he's used to. But the fact he wasn't trapped in a prison anymore this ticked him off. Theoretically there wasn't MUCH stopping him..but presumably it would be frowned down upon by you. He dives into books, spies a bit and observes all around himself. No harm in being all knowledgeable

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? He would destroy the very universe he resides in for you.

[spidercoris]

random aidlyn (platonic or not wtv you take it as) headcanons mostly about activities they like and dislike

thoughtof these while staring at a wall and talking to myself so i wanted to write them down somewhere (probably tons of spelling mistakes please ignore them)

roller skating

i’ve always seen fics and stuff where either ashlyn or aiden don’t know how to skate but i honestly feel like they’d both be SHREDDING on that floor.

ashlyn is more graceful and elegant with it (perks of being a ballerina). she can go fast and spin around without looking dumb, but she chooses to go steadier cause she likes it that way. tyler can’t skate for the life of him so sometimes she rolls past him for fun while watching him flail towards the wall. she throws in balancing on one foot for funsies and it gets him fuming

aiden on the other hand is absolutely wild when he goes skating. always pulling some weird tricks and speeding like nobodies business. he can like do that thing where you crouch while skating idk how to describe it.

one thing is that he has barely any regard for the people skating around him and has nearly ran over people multiple times before quickly serving out of the way.

then there was this one time he nearly ran over a five year old but then ended up just?? picking them up?? mid skate?? like just imagine him hoisting them by the armpits. keep in the mind the kid is confused as hell and doesn’t know why tf they started levitating. and then he just puts them near the wall where they won’t fall. ashlyn thought she was gonna witness a child get murdered and told him to be more careful.

ice skating

they are both practically the same when ice skating. both pretty good at it, but aiden always gotta be doing some shit.

he attempted to pull one of his moves that he did at the roller skating rink but then found out it was a lot harder in skates. he ended up crashing and gashing his leg cause the bottom the skates were so sharp. ofc he laughed it off while the others were freaking out.

ashlyn scolded him really hard and now always makes sure he’s going at a steady pace when ice skating. if she finds him going faster than one mile per hour she has to manhandle him and aggressively grip him until he admits defeat and goes at a steady pace again

swimming

now here’s where it switches up, i whole heatedly believe that ashlyn is an AWFUL swimmer. she refuses to have her feet not touching solid ground and will not step foot in water that is taller than her. whenever she swims she ends up using her legs more than her arms and splashes everyone around her cause she can’t keep them underwater.

she CAN float on her back but dislikes it cause water easily gets into her ears and obviously they’re sensitive. so she will only step foot in a pool if she has a floaty or twelve noodles to hold onto.

does she have the ability to learn to swim? yeah. does she want to learn? nah. her parents, just like with ballet, wanted to sign her up for swimming classes when she was a kid. and you know how ashlyn learned a bit of self-defense before quitting? it ended up just like that and she stopped learning after like two days.

now aiden is a pretty good swimmer but he ALWAYS splashes. like in all directions. no one can tell if he does it on purpose to piss them off or if he genuinely only knows how to swim like that. either way he finds it funny.

he likes going underwater and grabbing peoples legs. not to pull them down or anything but just to scare them enough to THINK they’re being pulled down. he doesn’t do it to ashlyn though cause she already can’t swim and doesn’t wanna make an attempt to scare her (also her reflexes are fast as hell she would definitely kick him in the face before he could swim out of the way)

roller coasters

ashlyn isn’t afraid of rollercoasters she just doesn’t like them. she doesn’t find them that enjoyable and it bothers her ears when the ride gets too high and there’s a lot of air pressure. she’ll mostly have a stone face after the ride is over which they thought was because she was frozen with fear. it was actually cause she didn’t gaf about it.

but like she isn’t going to ruin everyone’s fun. if they’re all going on the ride, she will too. sometimes someone offers to stay behind with her but she refuses and doesn’t wanna be a burden (trauma from the phantom dimension unfortunately, she doesn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s displeasure after thinking she got them all stuck there)

now aiden over here loveeessss living up to his name as “mr. durable.” he will go on any ride no matter how horrifying it looks. “12 people died on that ride in the past year? i wonder if ill die too!” that’s his entire thought process. he doesn’t gaf he’s in it for the thrill.

once said something along the lines of “imagine if the tracks just ended as we were heading down lol.” he nearly made someone on the ride puke from nerves after saying that and got pinched really hard by tyler.

andddd that’s it. if you read all of that i love you.

[base0h]

Yo Evou!! I hath returned, my idea for this time is;

How would the monster trio, and whoever else you would like to add, react to you staying up for around 48 hours?

Basically we’re all sleep deprived, so our judgement is impaired and you get more clumsy and all that. And basic tasks become harder too.

(I’m doing it right now, so if there’s spelling/grammar mistakes, that’s why 😉😉)

Here’s a pic of my dog btw, his name is Shanks funnily enough!

Anyways take care of yourself!! 💟💟💟

a/n - your dog is absolutely ADORABLE 😭💜💜 important question tho- (is he missing an arm?)

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader

- oh he can stay awake for literally forever because- well- he’s Luffy 💀 but he’s not normal ok? So when you stay up it’s a whole different story

- it’s hour 48, and you were way past the point of drinking tea or coffee. The dark circles under your eyes were that of Law’s, no- probably worse 💀

- you could barely keep your eyes open, and holy shit going down the stairs was dangerous asf 😭 i pray for your safety

- “Hey y/n!!! Can you make me one of sanji’s sandwiches from yesterday? I’m soooo hungry :)”

- the way you turned around and even Luffy was shocked, (you looked like pre-timeskip law college drunk, missing an assignment, drank 10 cups of coffee law)

- “WHOA-! Uh- y/n…. Are you ok?”

- “yeah mhm! Totallyyyyyy fine 👍”

- no you’re not fine.

- you looked in the fridge to see a couple extra sandwiches, and you tried to reach inside and grab it. But your depth perception was so off that you were I think a foot away from grabbing it 💀

- luffy was a saint, waiting as patiently as he could as he watched you struggle and fall asleep a couple times as you tried to grab a sandwich

- when you finally grabbed it, cutting open the paper wrapping was going to be…. A rollercoaster-

- grabbing the scissors, you literally almost sliced one of your fingers off multiple times, you had Luffy looking like this right in front of you

- man is scared for your safety. But he still let you struggle until you finally got it 😭 when you slowly handed it to him, he made you sit down and eat the sandwich

- man was literally trying to shove it all in your mouth because he thought you were just low on meat (he thinks it’s meat itself is a vitamin)

- “Y/n! Open your mouth wider!”

- *snoring*

- “DON’T FALL ASLEEP WHILE EATING I HAVEN’T TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THAT YET!”

- in the end, nami slapped him and made him go help you upstairs to get some much needed rest, and Luffy hugs along with it :)

- the fact that you can stay up that long is amazing to this man, and without a single nap? Damn that’s admirable 😂

- staying up for that long comes with consequences though, and they were hitting… HARD.

- “Y/n where did you go?” -zoro

- you were in front of him the whole time he just got lost and went the other way 💀

- “here..”

- you were on top of the stairs, slowly making your way down, taking wobbly steps and barely being able to hold onto the rails

- he could see that you were about to fall but the dude was just confused as to why you looked like you hadn’t slept in years

- sure enough, you skipped a step and started to fall down, skidding down the wooden steps as zoro stared like an idiot

- didn’t even catch you 💀💀💀💀 what a loser (jk)

- you fell asleep immediately after you fell in front of him, and man was so confused

- “Are you sleeping?”

- no y/n’s not sleeping, WHAT DO YOU THINK FUCKING MOSSHEAD???

- started poking you and literally trying to check if you were sleeping or not 💀 but don’t worry! He actually carried you to bed and just watched over you, even put the covers over you too 👍

- took the day off from training to make sure you were ok- because you scared the mosshead

- if there’s a time Sanji has even let you stay up this long it’s this time- this guy KNOWS mental health and sleep is super important. He’d totally make you sleep at a decent time

- but this was an exception, you had a ton of stuff to do around the thousand sunny, and the fights seemed to never end on the island you went to with nami

- when you got back oh god you looked terrible 😭 disheveled to say the least

- you were dying. Dying

- “Y/n! Welcome ba-“ HORSE WHEEZING GASP

- man had a heart attack, those dark circles sent him to the all blue and back 💀💀💀

- wasted no time in forcing you to drink water and do all your tasks for you, don’t worry, pervy cook’s on it 💪

- “Y/n, do you need some more tea? I’ll go and buy more of your favorite!”

- “Sanji- that island is… hell”

- “I would gladly go to hell for you my love”

- everyone needs someone like Sanji 💜

a/n - love anime’s ideas because I’m laughing as I’m writing them like an idiot

[imbeingchokeholded]

Getting Clean

I need to be put into jail, stupid Scottish bitch.

Anyway this is probably lowkey just gonna be smut completely lmao.

I promise the soap pun titles will end.

Also so sorry this took so long because my mind is an enigma and writing for either the COD fandom or the RDR2 fandom has been deleted out of my mind.

Lets go lmao

WARNINGS!: female reader because im a woman and soap makes me yell real loud (nothing against him being shipped with male readers or 141, good for him what a king), NSFW, fuckin, im so bad at warnings just know its gonna be fuckin happenin, choking?? Voice kink???? Breeding kink for SURE. Just major NSFW basically porn with negative plot. Like... .5 plot.

Scottish slang/words may be inccorect due to using google, so please lemme know if its wrong, I'll happily fix it.

I am so sorry for spelling mistakes i finished this at like 2am

The mess hall seemed way too empty, everyone was out on missions, covert, recon, whatever, and while there was a shit ton of others there on base, without most of the 141 team it just felt....wrong.

You sigh and look at your food. It's not that it's bad food. In fact, it looks delicious, but sitting alone, at this massive table that usually you shared with Ghost, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro, as well as Soap, just made you feel...down.

They were easily the people you were closest too on base. Working so closely with them it was only a matter of time before it happened. All of you were close friends, it was rare for any of you to stray from the group and talk to anyone else.

So today, sitting in the mess hall, was no different.

You stare at the food a little longer, and poke it around with your fork, that strange foreign feeling in your chest.

"Aye Lass, lookin' at it like tha' cannaé change how it tastes."

You smile and twist your head to look at Soap as he nears the table, a tray of food of his own in his hands.

"Johnny! I didn't know you were here!" You smile wider as he takes a seat next to you, and chuckle as he takes a bite of food from his tray.

"Ah, I jus' got back from a mission not too long ago, Price is givin' me a wei break."

You nod and smile at him, your heart seems a little lighter now, someone who you're far closer to now with you.

Plus it was Johnny, how could you not be happy around him? He was the obnoxious fun loving one of the group, he could be serious yes, but it was rare. Most days he joked, laughed, spat out witty sarcastic comments at everyone who passed.

You supposed that was part of the reason you'd grown to have such deep feelings for him in the first place.

Of course you'd never tell him that, you were far too nervous to do that.

Handsome, sweet, a deep voice, which had a Scottish accent on top of it? You could listen to him speak about nonsense for the entire day.

Sometimes missions with him were absolute hell.

He did his job, he was a good Sargent, he knew what he was doing, trained properly, getting things done the way they needed to, but his commentary....

That damn voice of his, he didn't even need to be next to you, all he needed was that voice and his stupid little sarcastic quips.

Hell, sometimes it wasn't even in comms.

He'd yell out something simple, that shouldn't have been attractive, yet it was.

Something as simple as "Changing mags!" Could make your face heat up and turn a violent red, hell, he basically growled at the end of the sentence whenever he said it. Being near him was almost like having a bomb strapped to your chest. Threatening to go off at any second.

Everytime he said "Steamin' Jesus" you couldn't help but imagine him using it in a far more intimate senario, with a slight change of tone, and that never failed to send a flood of warmth between your legs.

You swore that he knew what he was doing too, like he could sense the tension between the two of you, or see the red on your face, but if he did he never brought it up, and for that you were thankful.

Trying to explain fraternization to Price would not be a fun experience. Not only that but bringing it up would probably make you flustered beyond speaking ablity.

"Hey, Y/N. I been talkin' yer fuckin' ear off, you still listenin'?"

You shake your head and look at him, your face feels hot and you're sure you're crimson.

"Ye alright Lass?"

That stupid nickname makes the blush worsen and you simply clear your throat.

"I'm fine Soap. Thinking."

"You can call me Johnny off duty." He laughs. "You usually do....ya nervous about something? Just a wei bit?"

His voice carries a bit of teasing tone and you can't help but feel a bit if irritation at the smug bastard.

"Not nervous, no."

"Ah, not nervous, yet red in the face....Aye...I got yer number bonnie."

He snorts and then continues to eat.

"Really?" You cross your arms and look at him. "Do you now MacTavish?"

"Pretty obvious if you ask me." He shrugs.

"Okay, so tell me then."

Your face burns at the sudden burst of confidence, and as a smirk crosses over Johnny's face you suddenly feel very foolish about what you've just said.

"Lass...tha's not very appropriate for me to say here, where anyone could hear....now is it?"

That smirk stays on his face as he lowers his voice to a low whisper as he gets the last few words out.

You swallow, and your face burns deeper.

"I don't know what you mean Johnny."

"I'm sure." He offers you a laugh and then stands, the look in his eyes makes your body shiver. "I think I'll head to my room...feel free to...visit, if you'd like."

You watch as he walks off as though nothing had happened and your entire body seems to shiver.

He sticks his hands in his jean pockets as he walks away, which you obviously noticed, because of course you did, with an ass like his.

What the hell are you gonna do? Follow him? How the hell did he figure you out so quickly? Did he mean what he said?

Little did you know Johnny was thinking similarly.

"What the hell were you thinkin'? Saying somethin' like that? Y/N does NOT feel that way about you, you probably just fucked somethin' up, fuckin' idiot."

It takes you only a matter of minutes before you stand from the table and head after Johnny, towards his room in the base.

Your heart is thumping so loudly its the only thing you can hear.

Your body seems to be reacting on its own though, your thoughts, while dirty and definetly in need of some....cleaning....ironically, are wondering what'll happen to your friendship afterwards, but your body doesn't seem to care.

Your mind races with the thought of what would happen if you were caught too, it wasn't exactly professional to fuck your coworker in the military.

When you reach his door you breathe deeply, hesitant as you raise your hand to the door. You stopped for a moment and then, you knock on the door.

Johnny opens the door nearly instantly, only a matter of seconds pass before the door knob clicks and he stands in the doorway before you, leaning against the doorframe as he looks down at you.

"Tha' was quick Lass."

"Shut up, let me in."

"Aw...c'mon now...be nice..." He lowers his voice, whispering the last two words, a smug smirk coming over his mouth.

You feel a rush of heat through your chest and look to your feet, your entire face seems to burn, your ears even feel as though they're burning.

"Please Johnny?"

You feel his hand come under your chin and he lifts your head to look him in the eye, not gently but not rough either.

"Try again Lass, look me in the eye."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Please let me in, you stupid Scottish fuck."

"Tha's not very nice...thought I said be nice..."

You clench your jaw and stare at him, that smug grin on his face somehow managing to irritate you and make you horny all at the same time.

"Please Johnny? Let me in?"

"Ye really do want me, don't ye? Dinnaé know you felt so strongly towards me.." He smirks at you and the moves aside, dropping his hand from your chin to let you in.

You look around his room, staring at all the posters and things he has lined up on the walls. Considering this was Johnny's room....you expected it to be far dirtier, less organized, yet as you looked around at the rest of his room you noticed everything had a place, everything was neat, he didn't even have dirty clothes on the floor.

Neat and organized....despite his very chaotic and uncooridinated nature.

You're busy looking this over, viewing his room when he comes up behind you.

He leans in close.

"So, you were havin' thoughts then?" He smirks, you can feel it without even looking at him. "You? Havin' thoughts...innocent little Y/N always focused on the job Y/N....havin' thoughts like those....and about me..."

His voice lowers, it's nearly a growl, and a hand wraps around your waist, his fingers slide gently under the bottom of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach, only just barely.

"Naughty...naughty..."

You look down, your face is completely red, scarlet, and it burns hotter than you thought possible.

By looking down you didn't really account for the fact that, that would only leave your neck open, and it takes all your will power you have not to make a sound when you feel Johnny's lips agains the skin there.

"I'm suprised it took you this long to notice Johnny." You breathe out, hoping your voice wouldn't give out on you.

He stops, his lips still gently placed against your skin as he speaks.

"Really now....been very noticable has it Hen?"

The nickname sends a shiver though your spine, though you know the word itself isn't the issue.

"I think so..." You breathe. "Can't you tell when my voice changes over comms sometimes?"

"Ye get that flustered...over comms? Ye don't even see me.."

He chuckles and presses another kiss to your neck, you're sure the next one he offers will be brusing.

"Not my fault..." You mumble. You've almost collapsed against him, leaning your body weight onto him, though he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"Really now...now...can ye explain to me what it is on comms that makes things so hard to focus then Hen?"

"Why must you make things difficult?"

"Difficult?"

He laughs at you and then stands up straight, his hand leaving the skin of your stomach.

He moves to his bed and takes a seat, nearly plopping down, he sits with his legs open and slaps both hands on his thighs, leaning forwards.

"It isn't difficult, it's a really easy question now Lass."

You cross your arms and look at him, watching as he leans back a little a simple smirk on his face.

"If ye really want somethin' tonight Y/N, yer gonnae have to tell me."

That smug look doesn't leave his face, rather it seems like it only gets worse as he utters out your name, emphasising it, lowering his voice as he does. To add to this you watch as his hands leave his thighs, palms upwards in a sort of shrug gesture.

He knows what gets you flustered over comms. He knows, you know he knows, but you also know he's gonna make you say it.

"You damn well know what it is Johnny."

"Oh I do, but it'll be much better when it comes out of yer mouth, preferrably with your face all red."

You swallow and look to the floor, keeping your arms crossed as you speak.

"I swear sometimes you do it on purpose. You do those damn jokes, say those fucking statements and you always lower your voice, especially if you know I'm listening. I told you how I liked your accent ONCE and now you use it everytime you can."

"Aye, I do." Again, as before, you can hear that smirk on his face. "I'll admit it. I take every chance I can."

You scrunch up your nose, refusing to look up at him.

Theres silence for a moment and then you hear him shuffle, only then do you look up.

He simply catches your gaze and makes a motion towards himself with his two middle fingers, pretty much beckoning you towards him.

Despite the stubborness you've shown earlier you can't help but follow his silent command.

As you reach him and stand inbetween his legs his hands creep over your thighs, fingers curling around the back of them, squeezing the meat of them, tightly, firmly. Just the right amount of pressure.

He looks up at you, his face a little more serious now, the smirk from earlier still lingers, but it's far less noticable.

"Ye know Y/N, I've thought about having you in here....a lot."

"Really?" You stop a moment, your body tingling, stemming from his fingertips outwards. Your mind seems a little fogged. "I thought....I thought maybe you'd invited me in here today just to...well honestly I thought you were just fucking with me Johnny, but...I couldn't just ignore it."

"Nae, no fuckin'with you, no this time."

"So...does...um...does that mean..." You swallow, struggling with your words. "Look....Johnny I think it's obvious I've liked you for a while now...are...if we're really gonna do this...I...what does it mean? Anything? Just...are we fuck buddies, or something more because...."

Your words trail off, you can't help but cross your arms, a sudden burst of what you can only assume is nearly shame creeps up through you.

Johhny's face changes, subtly, but you catch it, and you don't miss the squeeze he gives your thighs either.

"Hen, once I get a taste of you I don't think I could have anyone else."

He's quick with his movements as he slides his hands up towards your ass, and pushes you slightly closer to himself.

The action he does next is a simple one, yet it sends all kinds of feelings through you.

His tongue touches the skin of your stomach, his hand gently pushing your shirt up out of the way. He licks a stripe upwards, keeping eye contact with you as he does.

"Jesus Johnny...."

He offers a chuckle and grips your hip with his free hand just a little tighter.

"I'm gonna ask this once Bonníe," he looks at you, only a small trace of a smile on his lips. "Are ye sure ye wanna do this? I'll stop if ye say stop, but after this I won't ask again."

Your thoughts swirl in your head for a moment. Wondering if it is what you wanted. If it was worth chancing your friendship, chancing your job, getting caught fraternizing is no small penalty.

In the end your body decides for you.

You nod.

"I do."

That smile of his fits on his face slowly, showing off those pearly whites. His surprisingly sharp canines.

His tongue comes out once more, again licking up your stomach, this time he stands as he moves himself upwards, only bringing his mouth away when he reaches the area just below your breasts, letting your shirt fall back to its original place.

When he finally stands his mouth goes into good use, his lips meeting yours with a feverancy, practically a need. He fists your hair, and darts his tongue into your mouth without any hesitance.

His free hand snakes around your body, finding purchase on the plump of your asscheek.

You let out a moan against his lips which in turn pulls one from him.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, grabbing onto any part of him you can.

His hand nestled within your hair offers a tug, pulling your head back, taking your lips from his and exposing your neck to him.

His lips latch onto your throat, open mouthed hot kisses against your skin, making your body shiver, tingle. His tongue licks along your skin, warm, and again...hungry.

"Johnny..." You whine out his name, and your body flames up, a part of you is curious as to how he'd gotten you so needy so quickly.

The other part did not give a shit.

"So pretty when you whine like that Bonníe..."

He smiles against your skin, moving towards your jaw, still dragging his lips along your neck, refusing to leave it.

"Maybe we should see if I can get any more out of ye..."

"Johnny...we have to be careful..." You mumble. "We...we can't be caught-"

"Yer right Lass...that might even be more fun..."

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes seemed to darken with the idea that begins to plauge his mind.

"Let's see if ye can keep from screamin' huh?"

"Johnny-"

He cuts you off as his hand come up around your throat, offering a gentle squeeze to the sides as he begins to push you down to the bed.

"Do yer best for me Love." He gives you that goddamn smirk again. "Stay quiet...Can ye do that?"

You nod, your breathing becoming heavier as he stares down at you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

"Atta girl."

He coos out the words and everything in your body seems to be completely englufed in flame.

"You this charming to every girl you fuck Johnny?"

You breathe out the words, hands moving to his chest as you settle against the mattress.

"Jus' you Lass."

Rough hands slide under your shirt, over your stomach, bringing the shirt along with him.

His thumb glides up the center of your torso, pushing down slightly as he continues his movement, his other hand only leaves your throat when he needs to remove the shirt fully.

Your bra is taken off with seemingly expert practice, your breasts exposed to the air, but quickly they're found by hands and mouth.

A rough palm on one and a wet mouth sucking and licking the other.

It takes all your power not to moan, your back arching up into the feeling.

You hadn't been aware of just how touch starved you'd been.

One of your hands tangles into his mohawk, attempting to hold onto something of him.

He looks up at you, pulling away from your breasts.

"Nae, I dinnae say ye could touch lass."

"Johnny-"

"Shut tha' pretty mouth lass...see if ye can be quiet yeah?"

You nod, swallowing as he reaches for your pants. His fingers hooking under the waistband as he unbuttons them with the other.

With one swift movement he's pulled both your jeans and panties down, leaving you bare to him.

"Would ye look at tha'...such a bonnie sigh', Love..."

He smirks and moves in, hands finding your inner thighs, bringing a sigh from your lips.

Before you can say much else you feel a swipe of his tongue over your heat, already you were slick, this was certain to make the problem worse.

His grip on your inner thighs gets a little tighter as he continues with you, he moves his tongue with expertise, eating you out as though he's a man starved.

"Johnny..."

You can't help but let his name slip out, grabbing the sheets beneath you, squirming your hips against his face.

He looks up at you from his position, and even in his eyes you can see the smirk he'd wear.

It's far too soon that he pulls away, you'd been so close to your climax, so close to having that release, until he'd denied you that.

Again you whine his name, and he moves, climbing over you, grabbing your face with one hand, firmly holding your cheeks.

"Aw lass...wei bonnie...are ye feelin' a wei bit needy?"

You nod, the best you can in his grip, moving your hips against his clothed arousal, hoping for even a little bit of friction.

You give a nother small whine, this one more of a sound than that of a noise, again reaching for him, only for his other hand to pin your wrists above you.

"Ah...I told ye, nae touchin' lass"

You simply look at him, unable to do much in your senario. It's then that he kisses you, deeply, his tongue gliding against yours, the taste of your own slick in your mouth.

He lets go of your face, only to rushedly un button his pants, his problem suddenly a bit more annoying than it had been.

The moment he's free, his pants and boxers disgarded he simply looks down at you, seemingly thinking.

Its then that he grabs you by the hips and easily, effortlessly, flips you onto your stomach, running his pointer finger and thumb down your spine for a moment.

"Ye look so good from this angle love..."

He leans over you, his chest to your back, head angled right next to your ear.

He lowers that damn voice of his again.

"Can ye be a good lass fer me and arch jus' a wei bit... chest down love, ass up."

Of course you do as he asks, or rather tells, like its instinct, pressing your chest further into the bed, raising your rear higher into the air.

He leans back, taking a look at the sight in front of him, his hands going to the flesh of your ass like magnets, squeezing gently, your ass and hips, as though he can't decide which he likes better.

"Look at ye...such an obediant little lass...ye like doin' what yer told do ye? Is tha' why ye like rankin' under me? Enjoy the way I order ye around on the field? Makes ye think..."

You don't answer, focused on the feel of his hands, its only when he moves one of those hands to the back of your neck.

"I need an answer lass."

"Yes, yes I do Sir."

You can nearly feel the smirk on his face, he squeezes the back of your neck a little tighter.

"Sir?"

"Yes sir."

"Oho...I like tha' lass..."

He grabs both of your asscheeks again for a moment before you feel one leave only to feel him push into you.

You let out a groan as he pushes in, as much as you can take, to the base, you feel incredibly full. He's girthy.

"Fuck Johnny..."

You murmer.

"Nae...yer gonna call me sir from now on Love..."

You swallow, waiting for him to move.

"Do ye understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good lass."

He gices you this praise and gently he moves his hips, his hand pushing your spine back into that arch you'd subtly moved away from.

His hips move slow, almost painfully so, and he knows this, teasing you with his hands gliding over your back.

"Ye look so good lass...all this jus' fer me..."

"Johnny please...."

"Aw lass...what did I jus' say?"

"Please...sir?"

"Tha's better....use yer words bonnie...what is it ye want?"

"Faster sir, please?"

You hear the small beg in your voice, sure that by the end of all this you'd be begging a lot more.

"Tha's a girl."

His hand moves to your hip, gripping hard as the other moves to your hair, grasping the roots of it, giving a tug as he moves his hips a little faster, filling you with his size, over and over again.

It's only a minute or so before he seems to loose that idea of torturing you, his pace picking up, hips snapping against yours, that slap of skin on skin, the squelch of your arousal ringing in your ears.

"Fuckkk y/n...." It comes out in nearly a growl, and he pushes your upper half further into the bed.

"Yer doin' so good bonnie...so fuckin' good..."

Another maon crawls its way out of your throat, the others you'd managed to quell, small sounds here and there, but you can't stop this one.

You push your hips against his, letting your knees spread further apart trying to get him in at a deeper angle.

"Please sir, please, fuck-"

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can register what you're even trying to beg for, your figers clench at his sheets beneath you, they smell like him, everything smells like him.

"Y/N..."

His voice is a groan, it's all you hear as he shifts your position, yanking you up by your hair, bringing your back to his chest, thrusting himself upwards into you.

"Johnny...fuck!"

You find your arm going over your shoulder, wraping around the back of his neck, trying to find purchase on something

His lips latch onto your neck as though he's drawn to it, his tongue swiping over your skin and his teeth leaving bites along your throat and shoulders. He breaths hard against you, inhaling your scent.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

He groans, his pace picking up a little further, one hand still brusingly on your hip, the other slides down your front, fingers finding your clit easily.

It brings a moan to the surface of your lips, and rather than being scolded Johnny simply murmers another praise of 'good lass' in your ear, his hips snapping against yours, rythmic.

"Johnny-"

"Y/N..." He huffs, his fingers going faster against your bud. "'M close...need ye to tell me where..."

"Inside Johnny, please...fill me up..."

"Jesus Y/N..."

His voice is breathy, heavy against your skin as he continues, his hips getting erratic, until finally he gives a groan, shoving his face into your shoulder, riding out his climax, the feeling of his cum hitting your inner walls pushing you closer to yours.

He rides out his, moving his hips slightly, much slower than before, and keeps his hand going, trying to keep his previous pace.

"C'mon lass...ye can let go now...it's yer turn..."

He mumbles, breatheless.

It's not much longer of this praising and the movement of his fingers before you do just that, squeezing around him and moaning out his name as you finally reach that high.

As the two of you come down, breathing hard, Johnny still inside you, head leaning against your shoulder, he slips an arm around your waist and offers a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"Thank ye lass..." he murmers. "Tha' was fun."

"Thank you Johnny."

"Ye ain't gotta thank me...I've wanted to do tha' for god knows how long."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Oh trust me lass...we will be."

[sigmasoyboy]

do you have any handwriting canons for hunter, the masochist (sorry i cant remember his name, if he had one), and any of the vicetober boys of your choosing?

Hunter has an irregular print handwriting because he learned to write when he was a preteen and thus did was not taught the whole "learning to draw each letters well" since he was already so behind academically. Most of the time he just writes all in uppercase because it's more legible. Quite a few spelling mistakes which he's very aware of so he avoids showing it.

The masochist. Honestly, there's not a ton known about him to begin with, so going from vibes I'd say pretty close to this random redditor's handwriting. I don't think he takes the time to write really neatly but it's still legible with it's own quirk.

For someone with a pretty handwriting, I can see Viorel having one. A neat, round semi-cursive style. He's probably a slow writer tho, he wants to do good and it means putting time into it, when rushed he probably goes full cursive and his letters probably start to devolve into loops after some point. He probably help the kids at work improve theirs too… On the other hand I'm sure Eli has a shit handwriting only he can decipher.

[recurring-polynya]

Izakaya Kamenoya

I am re-watching the Captain Amagai arc, which I love because it has just a shit-ton of Seireitei slice-of-life worldbuilding. Early in the arc, Kira goes to the bar with Renji and Iba to sob about how his new Third Seat is better than him, and it made me wonder-- do the lieutenants always go to the same bar, or does the anime just make up a new one every time? Episode 172 had a nice shot of the exterior:

I immediately went to Episode 355 (the second New Year's episode), because I'm always thinking about Rukia shotgunning that beer while Renji gazes on lovingly, and it certainly *looks* like same place, but again, maybe that's just a very standard-looking izakaya.

I decided that trying to translate the kanji might help. They're more visible in the first image. The ones on the paper lantern, 酒処 were easy, because they just say izakaya (literally, "alcohol" and "place"). That just supported the idea that this was just some generic bar. For the kanji on the wooden lantern, which appeared to be the same as the ones on the sign above the door, I managed to puzzle out the bottommost one, 屋, which means "shop" or "restaurant." Hmm.

At this point, I was feeling a little stumped, so I went looking for other screen shots.

Other bar scenes I could remember took place in: Episode 179 (Ukitake and Kyouraku try to angle Amagai into a threesome). This had a clearer shot of the sign, and it's definitely the same as the lantern.

Ep 305 (Kira and Hisagi go for drinks after work and run into Unohana having "Ladies' Night" with Soi Fon, the Kotetsu sisters, and Yachiru ????)

And finally, Episode 265 (the end of the Sword Beasts arc, Ladies' Night again, I guess, this time with zanpakutou)

and bingo, they actually translated it for me, this time!!

In, the only one that didn't turn out to take place at Izakaya Kamenoya was from Ep. 303, the first New Year's episode. The SWA holds their holiday luncheon here (the sign says 茶屋, or "tea house") .

It is also not the place where Rukia and Renji announce their engagement in WDKALY, that place is called Safflower, and it's fancier and it's specifically mentioned that it's way classier than everyone's usual digs.

That's neither here nor there, let's get back to Izakaya Kamenoya!

Later on, like when I was 90% of the way through writing this post, I realized there was an earlier shot of the sign in episode 172 that was also translated (which I thought I remembered and then assumed I had hallucinated when I couldn't find it, but it was from a separate trip to bar with Kibune and Kira's shitty subordinates). Conveniently, it's also probably the most readable out of all of them. EDIT: I didn't notice when I pasted this in here, but they translate it as Kamegameya here, which seems like a mistake? B3 suggests they might have read the second character as a repetition (with the k turning into a g, which I don't know all the details of, but I assume it's that thing that happens in Japanese when a word is in the interior of another word and it gets a harder consonant, the same way the s in "sakura" in Senbonzakura becomes a z). Google also tells me that the name of Yugi's grandfather's game shop in Yu-Gi-Oh is called Kame Game, so I wonder if the subtitler here was just working on muscle memory 😂. I'm sticking with Kamenoya, although Turtle Turtle Bar has its own charm)

The three characters in the upper left are 居酒屋, which is just a different way to spell izakaya.

"Kame" was easy to translate, it's the leftmost large character on the sign, 亀. It means "turtle", but the second meaning is "heavy drinker," so I'm guessing this might be a bit of a pun. Unfortunately, googling didn't turn up any further detail on this.

I puzzled a little over the middle character, until I realized that it might be 之, which is an older version of の. Oh, says me, who only speaks the Japanese I picked up from anime, it's Kame no ya, the way all the inns in Kakuriyo end in "ya." It just means "House of the Turtle", or "Turtle's Pub."

Turtle's Pub. Can we just take a moment to reflect on the fact that the lieutenants (and sometimes captains) like to hang out at someplace called Turtle's? I am so charmed by this. I have not been so excited since the time I realized that Renji was wearing the koi hoodie in the Bount Arc OP.

It's possible that it was just named by a guy who has "kame" as part of his name or who likes turtles, or as I said, maybe it's a pun, but there are two other possibilities I thought of:

In line with this post on the naming scheme for the Seireitei Gates, perhaps it's in the north part of the city, and named after Genbu the Black Tortoise-Snake

When I am making up business names in my fanfic, I often like to associate them with the squads they are near-- dragons for stuff near Squad 10, fish for 13, firebirds for things that are more city-wide. It's partially trying to tap into squad solidarity, and partially so people have a clue where your place is located in this stupid maze city. I love the idea of some former captain with a turtle-themed zanpakutou, whose is fondly remembered because someone happened to name a good bar after them.

I looked up that extremely questionable Blood War era Seireitei map, wondering if maybe Squad 3 was near the north gate:

It turns out it is not (assuming the unlabeled squads just go in order), but you know what is? Squad 10. So if Kamenoya is named after the North Gate, I assume everyone drinks there because it's close to Matsumoto.

(thank you very much to @kaicko for checking my work)

[riddlesmoon]

stop using character.ai. i know youve heard it before, i know you want to keep using it because youre lonely, or scared of being called cringe or made fun of, or you dont trust anyone enough to open up about your kinks, or people posturing about ai have gotten on your nerves because all they do is shit on you for using it without addressing why you actually want to use it! i get it, ive been there. still, with all the love i have, i promise you, there are better options that dont dubiously scrape from other peoples work or use a metric fuck ton of electricity. or has a shitty ass filter that stops you from progressing beyond heavy petting 😒

1. at the very least, if you are still insecure about your writing skill or dont want to involve other people, you can run an LLM on your own machine. the less people use big websites like char.ai (especially those that try to monetise themselves and thus have an incentive to expand as big as possible), the less servers they will buy (and keep running all the time, unlike a locally-run ai that you only turn on once in a while!). everything is stored locally too, so trust, no one will judge you. but i know it requires a fairly beefy pc (though i think there are some mobile options too? your phone might also have to be beefy tho im not sure i havent tried) so if you cant do that, a secondary option is to use a smaller site which doesnt plan to monetise (as in large-scale advertising and premium plans. nearly all sites will have a paid plan to support their servers, but these should be like donations rather than something that locks major features behind a paywall) since that still reduces the demand for char.ai's servers. (and you might say well it just moves demand to another site but i think char.ai is probably the worst with its premium plan. its better than nothing!) not to mention most sites that dont limit your content generally arent looking to monetise. cuz advertisers would not really want to work with that lol

2. rp with someone. i knowww this is scary and a lot of people have bad experiences. unfortunately, such is the mortifying ordeal of being known. trust me, i did not grow up roleplaying, i have only rped with real people like, less than 5 times. but it still makes the best content: when you can find someone you agree with, you can share some of the thinking and planning workload with them, they might come up with ideas you didnt, and every sentence they send is thought out and intentional. but yes, finding that perfect partner is hard, and it may not last. something something friendships. (also if everyone has the same reasons to use char.ai, it means youre all kindred spirits! CRINGEred sprits! your cringe partner might be out there!!)

3. write it yourself. i know this one is hard especially for beginner writers. what you write doesnt match up to what you have in your head. but if youve used ai extensively youll know half the shit they say doesnt match up to what you have in your head either. you mightve spent more time editing their responses. thats a good sign that you want to and can write! and theres plenty of people willing to look over and beta your work, whether for grammar and spelling or to smooth out major plot points. of course its harder to find the latter, but i would say its easier than finding the perfect rp partner, since they dont necessarily have to be entirely invested in your story.

ai chatbots are far from perfect anyway. they make a ton of mistakes, not least because they learn from prompts given by the bot creator, which simply cannot encompass knowing the actual media in your head because bots have a limits to how much info they can retain. even in a single rp, if it gets too long, they will start to forget details. if youre an aspiring writer and dont mind fixing those as you go, you can definitely dive into writing your own fics instead. i believe in you!

and if youre still scared of being called cringe or exposing your deepest darkest fantasies, message me and we can work something out. im pretty open to the craziest stuff and im already like bottom-of-the-barrel cringe in fandoms as a yumejo (selfshipper), so trust, youre not getting ANY judgement from me. i also like beta'ing cuz it fulfils the urge to write without having to think of plot and shit LMAO. or you can pay me to write the full fic idk

so yeah lets get out of this ai hole together!!! 💪

(and if youre not really looking to rp or write seriously, or are lazy and just pop into char.ai for a short convo or two, i cant exactly stop you, but just think about what youre doing. there are better hobbies i prommy. love you)

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

The first batch of pictures for Amoré's character journal are here! Also I have been so super sick that I've literally had nothing to do but to work on this for like almost 2 weeks so...

The cover to cover tour officially starts here. All I can say about the front & back is that I lament my lack of experience with my Cricut when I made these decals. I only had 2 "fun" colors to work with at the time & I was still getting comfortable drawing in Procreate, so my silhouette art leaves a lot to be desired compared to some stuff I've made recently. I also found it's incredibly easy to burn this leather book.

But she's volume one, everything with her is a learning experience, & I realized as much as it helps to have a mini heat press for tight corners & small spaces, the cloth barrier they suggest you use between the vinyl & the iron tends to make things harder to press on this scale. So instead I gotta quickly tap straight on the transfer film & hope I don't burn anything around it :(´◦ω◦｀):ﾟﾟ

So at the risk of thoroughly exposing my inner theater kid, Amoré set the precedent with how I went forward creating campaign characters. I started off collecting 5 songs to make a mini story arc (almost like a show choir set list 🙃) that helps me figure out an outline for the kind of story I wanna give them.

Somehow Amoré ended up with a truly horrendous blend of rock & theatre. Absolutely incredibe. No wonder she's always such a dramatic bitch.

It was a lot easier to go in & add little decals around these lyrics. I'm definitely cursed with the Too Much™ gene, but I enjoy the little pops of color they give ✨ plus it justifies me hoarding all these vinyl scraps printing stuff this small lol.

Stat sheet!

In all honesty, as my first character I had no fucking clue what I was doing when I placed these & if I could go back & change one thing I'd probably swap her Intelligence & her Wisdom. She’s definitely more people smart than book smart.

But everything else is...very accurate. She has all the upper body strength of a chicken nugget. Plus on top of the (already) negative I traded disadvantage on everything DEX for magic crystal shoes that can be periodically harvested. Just a way for her to carry around the family fortune without actually having to return to the vault✨

For something that started so average, her CON became a monster & always comes in clutch for her alcohol tolerance. I've played variations of her across a few different one shots & I always manage to roll well for anything alcohol related. The dice do respect a bit 🤣

Spells on the other hand, I floundered with a lot at first because we’re not a combat heavy game, but then I found Chaos Bolt & that was that. It’s essentially Amoré in spell form & I’ve had a ton of fun with it over the years. Also Mage Armor cuz my girl is SO DISTRESSINGLY SQUISHY.

Cantrips were more or less a bit of a toss up. Message was fun for the sheer idea of her using it to talk shit during social events without being caught. But aside from Light serving fun backstory purposes the other 3 are kinda just what looked fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ unless you count the idea that she would absolutely delight in zapping handshakes.

From there, I wanted to extend the world map made by our wonderful DM @cappierong into a full scroll. Ya know, for the aesthetic ✨

Our campaign started in Civania, where Amoré's main Estate is. I just wanted a quick mock up to reference, so I edited a preexisting picture I found that checked all the boxes (large, on a plateau, accessible only by bridge) and then absolutely smothered it in flowers.

But anyways... This is primarily where Diana & Amoré grew up together in their decade of backstory ✨

There was probably waaaay to much back & forth trying to keep the continuity between stuff I've already drawn & this big reference. But I think it turned out pretty ok? Not like if I make a mistake anyone will really know lol.

Scaling was also another big issue I had, & I moments where I thought something was too big I just kinda handwaved it away like "ehhhhh she's from a stupid rich family." But now I have a NEED to draw baby Diana & Amoré around like, the statue gardens or something cuz I feel like certain parts of this place are definitely ominous 👀 especially for children...

And lastly we have the back cover & the High Noble political relationship map! I normally have this closer to the front but for layout purposes it'll be here. I kinda feel like I need to do more for the decoration of it but I can’t think of anything else to add at the moment.

Sam if u read that no you didn't.

But now! Other than a family portrait that I've always wanted to draw, I think I'm ready to move onto the art for Season 1 : Arc 2. It's a pretty hefty amount of art in comparison to others, so I gotta get busy. Especially since I think I'm gonna have to draw a few comics *sobs*

If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! I'm always excited to talk out our little idiots so thanks for indulging me ❀(*´▽`*)❀

[r00kaline]

How Overwatch Characters Would Text You "Are you free?"

In these headcannons, for them, you're a teammate.

Tanks:

-D.va: "Heeeyyy, are you busy???" (Not dry, but not overly hyped up)

-Reinhardt: "Greetings y/n, got some time on you?" (His typical)

-Winston: "Good day/evening/afternoon y/n, are you available?" (With good grammar)

-Junker Queen: "Oi, ye got time?" (Slang ass mf)

-Mauga: "Heyy, did you manage to miss me yet?" (Cocky with himself)

-Doomfist: "Are you busy." (Not even a question mark, but a period)

-Roadhog: "I'm free right now." (Fully expects you to be free too)

-Wrecking Ball: "Hello, are you preoccupied per chance with anything important at the moment?" (So much grammar yet still looks wrong)

-Orisa: "Y/N, are you busy at the moment?" (polite girl, with good grammar)

-Ramattra: "Are you able to make time right now." (Not even a question mark)

-Sigma: "Care to spare me some time?" (Polite, but weird a little bit)

-Zarya: "привет, you busy?" (Russian hello, and then English, she mixes both together)

Attackers:

-Ashe: "What's good? Got a minute?" (Kind of rude, but doesn't mean it)

-Cassidy: "Hey Y/N, you got some time on you?" (Polite boy)

-Echo: "Hello, are you available right now? It's alright if you aren't." (Sweet girl, good grammar, and polite)

-Junkrat: "HEYYYYHVUY MATTTE< YOU BUSY:?" (Shit ton of mistakes, but he's just hyped up)

-Reaper: "U free?" (Typical for my boy)

-Sombra: "Hey Cariño, I see you're available, can I pop in?" (Has her ways of figuring out if you are free or not)

-Tracer: "Hey love! Are you busy right now :D?" (Very nice, and actually pretty nice grammar too)

-Bastion: Doesn't have a phone so he just goes to see you and asks.

-Genji: "Y/N, do you want to hang out?" (As always polite, very)

-Mei: "HEY! Are you free👀??" (Emojis, it's probably the most common one she uses)

-Sojourn: "Hey Y/C/S, are you overly busy right now?" (Uses your call sign)

-Symmetra: "Helo, busy rn?" (Some unintentional spelling mistakes)

-Widowmaker: "Can you make time right now?" (Demanding, but polite about it at the same time)

-Hanzo: "Busy right now?" (Dry, but subtle texter)

-Pharah: "Hey, wanna meet up rn?" (Straight to the point)

-Soldier 76: "When are you free?" (Instead asks the time you are free, not if you are)

Torbjorn: "Hey kiddo, do you have time right now?" (Sweet older man)

-Venture: "Hey preciosa😍 Got some time for mee??😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️" (Emojis that make no sense, but they're precious)

Supports:

-Ana: "Hey dear, are you free" (Sweet momma)

-Baptiste: "Heyo, got time .>.???" (Lots and lots of question marks)

-Brigitte: "Heyy, wanna meet w/ me?? I'm bored :/" (Symbol emojis)

-Illari: "Busy atm??" (Dry texter)

-Kiriko: "Yooo, can you make sum time f/me?" (A lot of abbreviations on texts)

-Lifeweaver: "Lovely day to see each other, isn't it?" (Hinting directly to the point, hard to miss)

-Lúcio: "Ayo whats poppin, got some time on ya for me??" (Basically his regular speech but in text form)

-Mercy: "Y/N/C, are you available for me😺?" (Cat emojis at all times)

-Moira: "Care to join me in my lab for a little bit?" (You would mainly meet in her lab until she or you decide on what to do)

-Zenyatta: "Hello, I'm texting you to ask if you are available for me right now? It's alright if you aren't." (Good grammar, but too damn formal)

Give me requests in the comments, I genuinely do not know what to post.

[spicyraeman]

I usually don't send two asks in a row because I don't want to overwhelm you. But you just posted about phonology and I was curious and then bam hyperfocus. I found a pretty cool table of gith sounds :

https://conworkshop.com/view_language.php?l=GITH

It looks like there are a few main differences to english:

No W

-Like in french from France. She probably would say "Oo-il" for Wyll. They usually replace the W by a Oo or a V, depending on the sound after it. A "wagon" -> a vagon, but "when" -> ooän. In German you would have the W as a V, because it's already pronounced like that.

There is a type of Th, like in "thin", but not "this".

- I kinda hear the difference but I can't do it. The first one is closer to an s or an f and the second one to a z , I guess? A native english speaker may understand the nuance better.

There is a Zh

- It's the same as the French "j", like in the name Jacques (which could be your frenchsona btw. It's the equivalent of James). In English you add some kind of "d" in your "j". As an example, we visualise Djordan for Jordan. You take that D off, you got the sound. (Insert respectful trans joke here)

The Tl like in Nahuatl

- I can explain this one in english because I can't find the right translation, but you can find how it's pronounced on Wikipedia.

Gh is not silent

- Kind of a guttural G, like in dutch or the scottish gh.

The glottal stop '

- It marks a pause between syllables, while still linking them. Uh'Oh in English, "bu'er" for butter in cockney. It depends of the dialects/accent/language.

Everything is my understanding of this, obv, linguists please don't hate me. I'm just an audhd girly with a multi-lingual environnement and too much time.

Sooooooo Frog'zel is not completely off the table, but I'm sad the R's not an uvular one. It would make it a more "brutal" language. I think she would have some difficulties we see in frenglish. Especially when a letter has several ways to be pronounced, like cat / face or breath/breathe because it's straightforward in gith.

Ergo, she wouldn't have a stroke trying to say "library" like I do. But she would struggle with "throughout", I guess.

I couldn't find anything on tones and accentuations stuff though. I still want her to fight for her life like I do. I shouldn't be the only one suffering here.

I guess it can still change with context and stuff. Like the s in german becomes a sh when it's in front of a t.

I hope I was clear enough. Sorry for any spelling or formatting mistakes, cat fell asleep on my arms in the middle of this. But she's cute so forgive her please.

🫀🚑

You are always allowed to overwhelm me with worldbuilding shit like conlangs (even if this isn’t really a conlang) I live and breathe this stuff and I'm constantly rotating it around in the back of my brain

I cannot express the sheer joy I felt looking at these charts and comparing them to my own and seeing that I've got pretty much the same result! The only strange thing I found was the addition of a b sound, maybe I missed it but I haven’t found a single word that uses that sound (despite Lae’zel’s “bah’s”) Their chart is also missing a p sound but I believe that's due to when the charts were made bc there's only one Gith word that uses it and it was in bg3. Honestly tho, it makes a lot more sense for Gith to have a b sound and no p sound instead of the other way around, there are wayyyy more examples of languages with no p instead of no b (although a language with neither would be fun lol)

The lack of a W was the first thing that I noticed! But there's a fuck ton of languages without it so it makes sense, It doesn’t really fit the feel of the Gith language either. Also, I know in my heart that you’re probably very much right on the Wyll pronunciation but I was joking around with my friends while I was looking through all this stuff and one of them made a German comparison and the thought of the fascist space frogs having a german accent was just too funny to me to pass up

I personally find the Gith language having θ but not ð very fun for their accent! It's kind of a subtle difference but also not? I went through and pronounced a bunch of words with a ð sound with a θ instead and they sound harsher? I guess? It really did give them a more Gith feel honestly

(a little aside but the thought of a “frenchsona” is so fucking funny to me and you’re respectful trans joke got a legit laugh outta me lmao)

Fun fact! English does have a ʒ (zh) sound it's just not associated with a specific letter, it just kinda.. happens in words. All in all, it seems that Gith is relatively comparable in terms of sounds with English. The lack of a w and p/b (debatable) seems like they’d be the biggest ones to come up in everyday speech as far as phonetics goes

Also can I let you in on a little pet peeve of mine? I usually hate when “fantasy languages” use ‘ in their words bc most of the time it's just a cheap way to make it look more fantasy-esc or alien. BUT in Gith, it honestly works? Mostly because it actually is a glottal stop and not just a random “make this word look fantasy” addition

I'm also nowhere near a linguist, just insane about worldbuilding stuff (i have notebooks full of phonetic charts and mathematics on creating solar systems) It's really insightful and interesting to see the perspective of someone with a multi-lingual background tho as someone who only speaks English

I've always seen the Gith language as less brutal and more.. Sharp? I dunno how to describe it really, kinda harsh and pointed rather than guttural or brutal if that makes sense. But yeah if common is English then all the long and short sounds and strange exceptions would be supremely rough especially if you only ever really read it and never truly spoke it

I couldn’t even blame Lae’zel for not being able to pronounce throughout correctly cuz I can’t say that shit right either unless I'm really trying

If you want tones and accentuations you’re just gonna have to have fun and make em up, cuz sadly most fantasy “languages” are just a bunch of made up words with no real rhyme or reason. If I had the brain power to spare it’d be fun to flesh out a real Gith conlang

At least with a full phonetic chart, you can see what sounds the Gith wouldn’t be used to using and find out what words would cause trouble

Also I can forgive any and all misspelling or weird formatting, cute cats aside, cuz I have no clue how anyone could read this jumbled rambling mess lol gratz if you got this far and understood any of this

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

I wanna read one of your president fics but I have like .5% knowledge about the US presidents so could you give me a rundown on the presidents in one of the fics I should read-? Also why do you know so much. Are you planning on becoming a history major-

okay so like ngjfgkbh its below but read tags for all issues mentioned:

the chatfic is basically all of them so i cant run down ALL of them, but basically fuck LBJ, fuck reagan, fuck jefferson, fuck FDR, fuck like... a hella ton of those mfs. stan bobby kennedy and jack kennedy. for the linken fic, JFK was obviously the the 35th president. He was involved in the Space Race between the USA and the Soviet Union for like, basically who can get in space faster. His Presidency carried most of the Cold War and he actually started to draw back soldiers from Vietnam and TRIED to repair this stupid ass government, but LBJ said 'fuck that' and put the soldiers back. His soldiers were... uh... well... cant explain but illegally horrible.

Lincoln, 16th President, Civil War. Was Republican which I know sounds hella unusual but back then, parties were basically switched. Hell, Jackson, one of the worst who did the Trail of Tears which took Native Americans' land and forced them off of it, created the Democratic Party. His Presidency was mostly on the Civil War but of course the Emancipation Proclamation came through. The War was originally states rights but became slavery real quick. States--mostly the South, which made up the Confederacy--receded from the start and boom it started. Once it was over they began to come back. Bro got shot ofc as you know. Was hella sad and depressed and had mommy issues + abandonment issues + was probably bisexual.

JFK probably was too, and there's a BUNCH of weird coincidences between them, so that's why LinKen exists. One of the best nicknames i've seen for them is Headshot Homos. He had chronic illness + his back was always in pain and he had to take a shit ton of pills for it. He may've been SA'd as a kid too, which leads into the hypersexual activity, and that leads to the cheating.

SO TL;DR: you dont need to know just about anything to read the fics. I barely go for historical accuracy. For the notes, it's usually at the end where I add in any fun history facts, most of which are on TR because... well. They are. The chatfic and some references may not make sense if you don't know some stuff, but the comments--the 100+ there are, or 200+ i dont remember--have a bunch of facts in them by some super cool ass readers/friends. There's two other chatfics made inspired by mine, and the one by JFKMyBeloved has a bunch of facts in I believe both chapters notes. The other is hella accurate probably too.

Overall you can go in and see them as original characters and you're good. I'll explore the trauma as I have in chapter 11 throughout. And as I said any TR shit WILL be explained because I can't stop including that mf in EVERYTHING 💀💀

and tbh it just started as a hamilton phase, became more, and soon i was reading a fuck ton of books. i guess my brain decided TR would be my ONE president that I care the most about. 2000+ pages have been put into learning about this mf and HOURS of documentaries and reading his letters to his kids (it's in a book, A Bully Father, 10/10 with some spelling mistakes though). So I can barely tell you about the others but I WILL tell you abt TR ahsjdkfghnm

so yeah kind of i guess. if political science doesnt work, it's history, and then english. that's my Plan A, B, and C in order.

[wemlygust]

a rant about fucking nothing pretty much

Maybe if people keep misspelling "segue" as "segway" because they learnt the word from listening to podcasts (and also from knowing about segways), that'll eventually just end up being how it's spelled. To be fair, while the association with segways as goofy transportation devices is comical, "segway" is way more consistent with English spelling in general. "Segue" is just another in a long history of non-English words caught halfway through the spelling-anglification pipeline, perhaps. Meanwhile, I regularly misread "segue" as "seg". *shrug* I have to mentally correct myself. Because "segue" does not make sense as English spelling. And honestly I like "seg" as a pronunciation better. I guess there are some words that sort of are similar, like "demagogue", or, uh... ... ... ... (buffering...) ... Oh, rogue. But people misspell "rogue" fucking CONSTANTLY too! They don't know what to do that "-gue" ending, I suppose, and so they spell it as "rouge" (even though that 'e' on the end indicates it should be pronounced like "rooj" instead of "rowg"), which unfortunately is an actual real and entirely separate word meaning a red makeup/cosmetic product! And spellcheck doesn't catch it because it's a real word and spellcheck don't give a damn for context. Anyway the "rogue/rouge" mixup is actually a pre-existing personal pet peeve of mine because I've read a shit ton of DPxDC (Danny Phantom, 2000s Nickolodeon Kids' Cartoon show about ghosts, crossed over with Batman (mostly fanon edition)) fanfic, and also regular Batman/DC Comics fanfic, and in this segment of ao3 there are many references made to batman's "rouges" (no!) or to such and such a character "going rouge" (No!) or being "a rouge" (no no no!) and so on. It's one of those totally harmless and deeply understandable mistakes that nonetheless frustrates me, mostly just because it jumps out at me and distracts me from the story every dang time. In conclusion: ending a short word in "-gue" in English is a mistake, OR otherwise maybe we should do it way more often so that people would actually know what to do with it. It's seriously hard to come up with examples. Segue, demagogue, rogue... and.... Uh. Synagogue! That's 4! There are probably more! .... Brogue! A type of shoe. However! All of these except "segue" just end in a hard "g" sound, with the "ue" being silent. Brogue = brohg. Demagogue = Demagog. Synagogue = Synagog. Rogue = Rohg. It does seem the "ue" sometimes serves a purpose in telling you how to pronounce the preceding vowel in the short words, so brogue is not brog is not brahg and rogue is not rog is not rahg (like "cog"). But in the longer words, the preceding is legit pronounced the same whether the "ue" is there or not. Demagogue is demagog and not demagohg. 🤔 Language is not math and need not aspire to be math or adhere to rigid structure beyond what is necessary to communicate, but dayum. Anyway yeah given the above ^ why is "segue" pronounced "segway"??? Merriam Webster's website just says, "The standard spelling segue comes from the use of the word's Italian root as a direction in music, indicating a transition without interruption." Are the Italians doing a lot of "gue" pronounced "way", then? And English just hasn't been adopting those words; we only like this one for some reason?? Or is this a weird word for Italy too? Do we blame the music makers? P.S. I have now remembered the "prologue", "analogue", "dialogue", "monologue", and "travelogue" exist. But for every single one of those, the "ogue" makes a basic "og" sound. Not a "way!" sound. So that doesn't really help. I should probably try to look them up more instead of just babbling about it here but whatever.

[cyberphuck]

Okay, I had made a much more narrow-minded comment on this earlier and I've deleted it, because I was looking at these again and they're actually not that bad, given what kids have to work with these days and considering that many of these kids would have been 8 - 10 during the Panini and are probably behind where they should be on reading/writing/spelling. The spellings fell into a few categories:

The phonetically sound: tradgyty, tragety, tradgedy (so close!), tragidy, tra(j)edy, These kids, not knowing how to spell the word but having heard it clearly, did their best to replicate the sound. All of these kids understand what sounds the letters make but probably not all the nooks and crannies of bullshittery the English language pulls. The dyslexic: tradegy, trad(e)ady These pull at my heartstrings because both of these are obviously erased and re-written a couple of times. They knew they didn't have it right but weren't sure why. The "it would have worked if people didn't talk so fast and English didn't suck so much": several "Tradgey"s If you showed a native English speaker/reader the letters "d" and "g" right next to each other, they'd pronounce it "duh-guh" or "duh-zhuh" depending on what letters came after. I'm betting these kids, who didn't read or hear the word very much, misheard their fluent teachers and got the syllables mixed up. The "one letter off/eh, close enough": tragdey, tragedey, tradgy A for effort. The "new English learner": trade, tragia These are the writings of a child who may have only been speaking English fluently for a couple years and are now expected to write essays about Romeo and fucking Juliet. This student is struggling at home: trordity (tradity?) the writing is a mix between "not comfortable holding a pen" and "doesn't give a shit." Take this kid out to Burger King. I could spell pretty well in the 9th grade and had very high reading comprehension (I was one of those "reading at a college level" kids before we all found out that doesn't actually mean anything), but I also didn't grow up with autocorrect or even spell check, I went to a well-funded school in a privileged neighborhood, was read to as a toddler, and was a latchkey kid with no cable (so I read a lot of books). I had been asking myself "how can we get kids more invested in spelling and grammar?" when I suddenly thought, "do they need to be?" If you're talking about daily usage of the English language, spellcheck and autocorrect take care of the vast majority of common spelling issues (and a lot of the grammatical mistakes). Hell, you can just use speech-to-text and not have to touch the keyboard at all.

And if you want to argue "what about college?" like. What about it? If you want to be an English major, you'll learn how to spell eventually (or not-- I met a ton of teachers in my misspent youth who couldn't fucking spell), and if you don't, again, does it even matter in this day and age? Pretending that you need to be able to "sound educated" to get a job these days is a fucking joke and we all know it, to say nothing of "getting a degree to find a better job." Kids do still read, and write, and create. They do it in a different way than we old hags did before the Internet Age, but then, we did it differently than our grandparents did. You can type-- can you use a typewriter? I promise it's not the same as typing on even the most ancient of computer keyboards, even if you're using an electric typewriter. It stings a little to realize that the things we placed so much importance on twenty or thirty years ago are becoming obsolete, because it makes us remember that we've been barrelling forward, putting one staggering foot in front of the other, day to day, week to week, year to year. You think, "psh, when I was in school--" and then stop, realizing that you were in school two decades ago, and the baby that was born on the day of your high school graduation is old enough to drink. Oh. Death. Aren't you here early? No? I must have lost track of the time...

Another year, another group of my delightful ninth graders trying to spell the word "tragedy" for their Romeo and Juliet assignment.

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