#slowly ive made less and less and had time and motivation for less and less

[rgbstatic]

i feel like the creativity i had while in the dream smp fandom is unrivaled. i just privated most my speedpaints on tiktok and aside from the frequency i was able to get art (multiple pieces a day, let alone a week compared to maybe one every month or two)

but i was animating things, turning art into simple gifs. the poses were better, things looked more fluid and full of life.

and i know i've gotten better with my coloring and framing and making characters interact but, god damn

[ilovechuuy4]

Hey! Idrk if ur active but I would like to request sub!Kunikida x m!reader smut :)

I have not been able to find smut BSD writers that will do m!reader and I'm desperate lol-

And when I'm taking your innocence I'll be corrupting your mind.

Sub!Kunikida x m!reader

warnings; sub!kuni, m!reader, !AMAB, s3xual intercourse, intense descriptions of the male sex, mlm intercourse, rimjob, n1ppleplay, pure smut small hints of angst, possibly OOC, aftercare wasn't wrote but was indeed given, unprotected intercourse, Cumming inside, etc etc.

A/N: Im so so so so sorry this was so delayed, nothing haz been going my way man Ive been feeling so sick lately and no motivation but I hope you enjoy😣(I'LL REQUEST SOME MLM BSD WRITERS AT THE END!! ) p.s e/c = eyecolor

"Can I top you?" The question ran through Kunikida's mind ever since his boyfriend asked. You had been talking with some friend recently about how uptight Kunikida was and maybe if he wasn't so focused on his ideals he'd be less tense. So of course, that's what led you to asking the question. But that's also what led him to be under you right now in the bed y'all shared together. Your hands slidding up and under the other man's shirt cause him to let out a soft gasp.

This was all so new to him he didn't really know how to react this wasn't "apart of his ideals" he wasn't supposed to be with another of the same gender. He'd always imagine himself with a beautiful woman and yet, here he stares up at a handsome man. One that he'd knew he'd marry one day. "Are you sure.? You know, about this?" Kunikida asked in a hushed tone which made you pause everything you were doing before looking at him, your deep e/c eyes looking lovingly into his moss green ones.

"Of course I am, Kuni. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. Just relax and I'll do all the work, okay?" You reassured, hand gently cupping the blonde man's face your thumb rubbing his cheek. "Alright, I believe you." Kunikida hummed before he leaned in, kissing the man that sit on top of him. The kiss was slow and gentle, you smiled into it kissing him back. Your hands trailed down, fingers unbuttoning the tight pants that cover the other's pale legs. This was the first time that the ideal striken man ever went against those ideals that literally dictatated his life so you could completely understand why he was so nervous.

You slowly slip off his pants, pushing them down all the way until they were throw into a small pile on the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. You then allow a finger to hook under the waistband of Kunikida's boxers slowly pulling them down before his smooth cock springs to life leaving the man to gasp softly as the cold air touching his now exposed lower half. He looks at you from were he lay on the bed, his face painted with lust. "Are you alright?" You ask, you yourself wanted to continue but you wanted to make sure the other party wanted to as well.

"I'm sure, I'm just you know. Nervous." He said under his breath. You nod softly, grabbing the hem of your shirt before slipping it over your head. It was regarded before going down, taking one of the blonde's nipples into your mouth nipping at it slightly with your teeth before sucking on it. Soft whimpers were coming from deep within Kunikida's throat. Noises he wasn't sure how he made but here he was, squirming under your pleasurable acts of love.

"Be.. mhm~ be careful." Whined Kunikida, his breath coming in soft labored pants as you pull away. You swiftly pull off your shorts leaving you in only your boxers now. "Would if be fine if I were to..give you a rim job? I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything I do." You asked, you wanted to make sure he wanted to do this. It was about his pleasure and comfort too. The room had fallen silent for a moment as you looked at your love, his face riddled with embarrassment yet he nodded. His entire trust in you was now as he slowly turned over and lay on his stomach.

A sly smirk played on your face, you lived how much trust he put into your though you've only did this once or twice in past relationships. You reach over, grabbing a pillow before slipping it right under his hips before diving down. Your hand gently squeezing one of the others asscheeks before spreading it. Dipping in your tongue pressed softly against his entrance, tasting him. You watch as he squirmed, back dipping into the mattress. You reach up, allowing your hand to trail along his pale skin that his spin pokes out of. Fingers slowly rubbing along his spine.

You allow yourself to lap at his hole, feeling as your lover slowly relaxed and let the pleasure take control. Moans from the opposing side filled the room as ever so slowly, you slipped your tongue inside him causing him to gasp, his back arching. "Wait, hold on a minute.." He gasped out, his legs trembling he wasn't sure how to react to this it was an odd feeling of tightness in him. You allowed yourself to wait for a moment before slowly pumping your tongue in and out of him before you slowly press a finger in as well, stretching him slowly.

"Relax for me, kuni. It feels weird but relax, your really tight." You said, pulling your tongue away allowing your finger to pump in and out of him slowly before adding another digit. "Fuck.." Kunikida cursed before speaking once more. "My mind is like a blur. Like you just scrambled my very last thought." He groaned, the two digits inside him still thrusting, stretching him open for you. "We don't have any condoms." You abruptly say which caused the blonde to choke on his spit before swallowing it down. "It's.. That's fine." He hummed with a nod soft whimpers escaping his mouth.

You couldn't help but worry for him, what if when yoy do penetrate he hurts. Well of course it will hurt, it's his first time but, you're just scared. You shake your head, swallowing down the uneasiness before withdrawing your fingers. You help kunikida turn over and you couldn't help but smile at his beet red face. You plaster feather light kisses all up his neck and to his jaw line before kissing him slowly. You felt the heaviness over the others arms wrapped around your shoulders as your tongue slips inside his mouth, exploring his sweetness.

You take this time to lube your member up and apply some to Kunikida's hole. You slowly position your cock to his entrance before rolling your hips slowly. Your tip pushes past the tight ring of muscle cause the other to moan into your mouth. Your free hand, which wasn't gripping the blonde's hips was softly wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly so he didn't pay much mind to the slight pain of you entering him. Finally, you were have way in before the pain was gone as Kunikida was moaning, his back arched like a cat.

You can't handle it anymore, soft grunts escaping your throat before you swiftly push all the way in with a deep groan. You could feel how he tightly he squeezed around your cock which made you want to take him roughly. But you knew you shouldn't. You keep your pace steady, slowly thrusting in and out. Kunikida's moans were surprisingly loud as they filled the room. His short nails digging into your shoulders as your pace picked up. Your eyes widen a bit as you heard the other gasp, you thought you hurt him which made you stop.

"Are you okay?" You said, gently cupping your lover's face. He was panting heavily, his cock leaking pre before he spoke, his voice trembling. "It was just that spot you hit..it felt like no other." Kunikida mutters to him, his face red with embarrassment. You laugh softly before you press a kiss to his forehead, slowly rolling your hips back into motion as you pump your cock in and out of him. "Your prostate. That's what it was." You said reassuringly, letting him know it was totally normal.

You increase the pace, the tip of your member constantly hitting his prostate, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy. His loud moans echo off the wall, they were truely music to your ears. Kunikida's thoughts were jumbled and clouded he could only souly focus on how amazing this felt and how he'd never thought of reversing the rules like this with you. "Ahh~ fuck.. Wait!~ honey, keep hitting right there..~" He groaned, his eyes closing shut as he felt his orgasm build inside of him and bubble up.

"You're close, aren't you?" You asked, thrusting deeply inside him, hitting all the right places. You watch as he moans, his being trembling under yours. Pre was oozing from the tip of his cock as he whined and whimperer uncontrollably. He felt it all building up at once before he came,his eyes shut tightly as he rode out his orgasm. The way he tightened around you made you spill. Your seed shooting deep within his core.

You collapse onto him, panting heavily. "God, I love you. So so much." You say to him, pulling him on top of you when you turn on your back. You held him close, not wanting to leave him for a while. "I love you too. I adore you actually." He said, head rested on your chest. "Though, I could say you took more than my will to think. You took my ideals." He said softly, he was spent. His sentence made your heart swell up. You knew how much his ideals were to him and it was amazing how he'd give it up just for you.

A/N; Recommended BSD MLM writers; @melonn-soda @prettyrainsstuff @zzprompto @sleep-0-deprived @queer-n-here @kissatoru @kisakis-boyfriend @hunn1e-bunn1e @nishikiace

[th3sungod]

Parkner 'enemies' Au ( draft ish cause i'm probably not gonna write this but i love the idea sm )

Parkner au where it's that one scene from sailor moon crystal ( episode, like 6/7 ) with harley in love with the supposed enemy, who isn't actually the enemy but everyone thinks they are because of their unknown endgoal/motives ( peter btw )

Harley is an avenger, working as Tony Stark's future successor and had been the one brought in for civil war. ( endgame didn't happen and moving it up a few years so he's like 17/18 when it happened ). Less than a year later, the rogues are back but weary. They question everyone, especially since it was so easy last time for HYDRA infiltration multiple times before.

Amended accords state all heroes and vigilanties who wish to operate legally must sign, give up their identities, and submit counter measures for their disobedience with contingencies for their ill actions. The Avengers sign it, but are allowed then to operate as they were. They're still working on making it perfect, but it's fine for now. Multiple hero groups sign it, but local New York vigilantes don't make the same call.

As busy work, the Avengers are given the job of bringing them in for breaking the current standing law -- while giving them an opportunity to sign beforehand. Harley doesn't find a problem with this, he was on Tony's original side after all, but and genuinely doesn't understand why the vigilantes won't sign.

Spider-man, Daredevil, Deadpool, Ghost-Spider, Shadow-Spider, and other vigilantes are clearly working together but they don't seem particularly bad, but it's Harley's job to at least try and convince them. Overall, he's pretty neutral.

They all, Avengers and Vigilates, find themselves in a battle similar to the chitauri invasion, with aliens and too many enemies. Spider-man seems to have his back, but he ends up making the wrong move and gets greatly injured, passing out while Spider-man bolts towards him.

When he wakes up... it's in a nice bedroom that's been obviously converted to be more medical. He's wrapped in bandages, there's a IV drip on a metal wheeler connected to him, sitting just before him is a teen with soft looking brown curls and nose pressed into a book. He in comfortable clothes, and when Harley's memory slowly comes to, he jolts upright. The teen notices him awake in turn, and tries to comfort him.

Harley asks where he is, the man replies with 'safe'. He asks what happens, the reply is 'i got you help'. They're not really answers, but with one last try Harley asks for his name. He says Peter.

After that, it doesn't take long for him to realize it's Spider-man. He makes the same stupid jokes and looks about the same height and build. And, it's pretty obvious when Wade Winston Wilson, the Deadpool, walks in and calls him 'Webs'.

Harley is warily calm about the whole thing, but he's heard of Spider-man from civilians and he has a huge following in the media. He does the right thing, he follows a moral code, he made Deadpool reform and makes it a point to help people who aren't even really in danger who are just scared or need help walking home. Subconsciously he knows that Spided-man -- Peter -- isn't going to hurt him. In his mind, it's more than confirmed when Peter says the only reason he wasn't brought back to the compound was because any of them would've gotten caught if they tried going near it, and medical would've definitely been delayed.

Within a day, two more people enter the room he's in while Peter stays the whole time. One only enters for a moment, covering his face with a single hand while keeping his back to Harley, asking Peter about something he can't decipher. While the other was a kind looking woman who brings him something to eat, and acts as his nurse.

"You know, if you're going to be this nice, why don't you just sign the accords?" Harley asks eventually, slightly annoyed. It's clear they enjoy helping people, and even Steve signed the new accords, so they must be up to 'standard'.

Peter's face grows into something sombre, and he looks away from Harley. At first, he doesn't even think Peter will reply, but he speaks up eventually. "We can't."

"Can't? Why not?" Harley pries.

"Can't." A hand comes up to rub the bridge of his nose, "Our enemies are on a different scale, and if they found out who we are, they'll gi after our families. It's our responsibility, with the life we've been given."

He speaks diplomatically, something proper as if it's been told to him time and time again. But Harley finds a problem with the answer. "And Deadpool? His identity is already public."

"Deadpool doesn't like injustice, but he says he's an Antihero at best. As long as Daredevil and I don't sign, neither will the rest of them." He says confidently. "We can't let anyone know who we are."

"But.. You have your mask off now..?" Now, Harley's a little more than confused.

"It'd be pretty hard to find me." Peter sounds amused like it's some sort of inside joke, Harley doesn't get it. "Plus, I trust you."

When evening rolls around, and Harley feels weirdly a lot better than before, and Peter tells him it's because of medication he formulated himself. Harley is too impressed to think anything bad of it, though he probably should. Peter even says so, amused all the same at his flippantness.

But he asks then after the battle, then finally noticing how Tony must be worried about him ( despite being newly an adult ) and Peter tells him Deadpool can have someone bring him back to the Avengers Tower.

He does ( though he has to get blindfolded for it ) and halfway through the drive he's swapped cars and a cabby gets him the rest of the way there. no more blindfold.

Tony, of course, is worried sick. F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerts him the second Harley steps into the building -- with his armor having been given back with the ride swap -- and it's a flurry of people trying to figure out his condition after being missing since the battle. The battle, which he learned then happened the day before, so it's been over 24h. He feels a little sheepish at that, cause he knows he probably could've been released the moment he woke up, but Peter had been really kind and good company while the dull ache in his bones started to go null.

He gets ushered into the medical wing, gets a full checkup to make sure he's okay, and while it all goes on he's to give an account of what happened.

"A whole day, where have you been? Did they hurt you?" Tony looks pained, worried, and panicked all at the same time. The only other people in the room, beside himself and Tony, is Pepper, Steve, and the nurse checking him over.

He can't look Tony in the eye, despite not having done anything wrong. It wasn't his fault. "I got hurt.. in the fight, and Spider-man helped me."

Harley doesn't particularly want to give out any more information than that. He knows they're internationally wanted, in technicality, but hearing Peter tell him he trusts Harley makes him feel guilty if he said anything.

"Helped you?" Tony sounds incredulous, and one glance up tells him Steve isn't far behind. "They're criminals."

"Yes! they helped me," Harley insists, and then a little quieter, "And they're not criminals."

He doesn't know why he says it, but mentally he can see the face of Spider-man, Peter, talking with him all day so he wasn't bored or alone. Peter talking about his own interests, biochemistry and technology.

Tony scoffs. "Actually, that's exactly what they are." He turns to the nurse, "Order a complete tox-screen, I want to make they didn't put anything in his system that'd make him like this."

Harley stiffens. What if they did put something in his system? He hadn't even thought of the original possibility, nor did he try to remove the IV. At that point, with the new bout of clarity, he does tell the nurse that Spidey did give him something, but it was like pain meds and he doesn't know what they are. He wants to trust Peter, he really does, but the way Tony and Steve look at him is as if he's spewing nonsense.

The tox-screen comes back normal, besides having pain medication. Something Oscorp just released, called Osarane.

"It's already best on the market," The nurse tells Tony, declaring Harley to have a full bill of health besides topical scrapes and bruises. Nothing too bad. Harley notes the information; Spidey probably modified it or something and it wore off already. Like he said. Or, he simply lied.

The Avengers hover, though Pepper is mostly quiet and treats him as usual. With his identity known to the public, one of them insists on going everywhere with him to make sure the Vigilantes don't try again. It's kind but unnecessary, and he doesn't get a second away until two weeks later. All the other avengers seem to be busy. So, he just wants to walk around, alone and with his thoughts for once.

He does put on a hat and sunglasses, but besides that he's just in the open. It only takes thirty minutes for him to see a familiar mop of brown curls, ordering a coffee in very casual clothes. Like the man can sense him, Peter turns around and waves.

When he passes Harley, leaving the shop, he apologizes and says he has work, otherwise he would stay and chat. It's so unusually kind that it throws Harley off a little. At least before, it seemed like there was a small semblance of Spider-man in Peter, but now he's all jovial and a tad timid.

Harley says it's fine, but Peter insists they meet the next day. To talk.

And so they do. They meet, and they talk. Peter tells him how he started being a vigilante, how he got his powers and such. Harley asks about the medication, and Peter simply laughs saying, "You're smart, you'll figure it out."

They don't meet often. Peter has work and Harley can't always leave the tower, but they end up exchanging numbers. They become real friends, they talk and text, and even Tony notices how he looks at his phone more often.

"You meet someone?" He asks knowingly, save for the fact he doesn't actually know.

But the question hits all the same because it's been a month since the coffee shop, nearly a month and a half after the battle, and he's texting Peter daily. He has a crush on Peter.

It spirals from there.

There's another fight, not as big as the Aliens but someone decided to make rudimentary robots out of adimantium, which means they're heavy and have bad reaction time. But, they're still nearly solid and pose a threat with how they're trying to annihilate half of midtown manhattan. Cap can't transport them, they're too heavy given they're the size of the Iron Man armor. Scott's on his way in a, as an 'on call' avenger, but until he arrives they're stuck trying to keep them away from civilians. There's only about twenty, but that outnumbers the avengers and it feels like a loosing battle.

And then Peter arrives.

Peter, and his group of merry men, some of the most wanted individuals as of late.

Peter, Ghost, and Shadow -- the three spider vigilantes -- make quick work of the bots. Deadpool is ushering civilians out of the way, Harley can spot him from the corner of his HUD. While the three spider vigilantes smash the bots like soda cans, enhanced strength on full display, and they're in a pile in seconds.

The danger is neutralized, everything's okay.

Harley walks up to Peter, the vigilante's bloodied hands not going unnoticed, and asks if he's alright. He asks the other two spider vigilantes then, as if an afterthought. Daredevil isn't around, he's the only one missing, but Deadpool walks up and claps Peter on the shoulder, telling him it's time to go.

They almost do, until Cap calls for them to stop. "Turn yourself in and sign the accords."

Harley doesn't move from beside Peter, but turns and tells him to go, under his breath. He doesn't stop them when they leave. It's not long before he finds himself in a debriefing room, being chewed out for it.

"It's your job to capture them!" Tony's voice is raised.

"They're not doing anything wrong!" Harley bites back. "We're doing the same work!"

Rhodey speaks up, "They didn't sign the accords, their actions are illegal."

"But they're not hurting anyone!" Harley yeager's on a plea.

"You don't know that." Steve asserts.

"I trust him!"

He yells it loud enough for the room to stop. Tony looks pained again, Rhodey looks as if he just won't see reason. Natasha is contemplative while Steve's face is impassive. Everyone else looks simply shocked at his outburst. 

Steve speaks first, but Harley wishes he didn't. "You're been speaking to Spider-man, haven't you?"

Harley locks up, doesn't say anything. Tony's head falls into his hands. "Harley, they're dangerous. You saw what they did today." Steve tries.

"Yeah. I saw. They helped us, and saved countless civilians." Harley's eyes ar panicked and determined, and he speaks more. "Theyre always trying to help people. He isn't our enemy. He's always there to save our asses, I know him, they're not trying to harm anything!"

"It almost sounds like you're in love with him." Natasha says, passive as ever. He doesn't know if it's a joke or not, but he freezes all the same. Tony goes still, too.

Rhodey sighs. "Think carefully, Harley, are you sure about him? He could just be using you."

Any trepidation is gone in mere moments, as red hit anger and frustration pools in his chest. "You're wrong he would never! He would never!"

He's backing up towards the door before he can even realize it, and once his back hits, he opens it and runs.

Harley runs out of the building and texts peter, asking to meet him if he's available. They do, at the original coffee shop, and Harley tells him what's going on. He leaves out the part where he's in love, until finally at the end of their conversation admitting "I care about you."

Peter gives him a soft yet sad smile, "I care about you too, why do you think a saved you."

[[ insert the rest of the plot that i definitely don't have the time or energy to put into this. ]]

I definitely think this prob ends with the accords being amended with a vigilante clause, able to keep identities with a hero to vouch for them. ( like if they step out of like it's up to the hero to find and bring them in, on top of the hero being somehow penalized ) but i have just been thinking about this idea for a really long time and don't have time to write another long fic ( or fic in general )

this i didn't edit and wrote on the spot so like sorry for any typos and mistakes!

it's pretty figured out, but if you would like to use this or amend this and use it, feel free! just tag me cause i genuinely want to read this and its been on my mind for months

hope you enjoyed!!

[jasonshifts]

How addiction affects shifting – a rant/vent

!! TW: mentions of alcohol and mentions of drugs + addiction !!

just a reminder: this is my opinion and apart of my shifting journey. everyone's shifting journey is different.

also please do not take this post and think "well maybe if i take substances it'll help my shifting journey", this is just a rant/vent post about MY journey. if anything please take this as a "don't do drugs or alcohol"

imma start off this rant by saying that i have been a shifter since late 2020, so about 5 years. in the early years of my shifting journey, i used to shift a good amount (like 3-5 times a month). i LOVED shifting. it was like my whole personality.

during 2020 i lost someone very special to me. i processed grief differently back then, and shifting used to be my escape and help me heal.

then i started dabbling in alcohol and weed in late 2023/early 2024, and believed it was also a great distraction. i kept smoking and drinking more and more, and kept denying i was addicted to any substances because i genuinely thought i was using it in normal amounts. spoiler alert; i was not.

my dumbass thought smoking and drinking was helping my shifting journey. i thought the way my body tingled and the way my mind felt woozy was the shifting symptoms, and that they enhanced the symptoms and would help me shift faster and quicker. this is when i noticed a change.

i stopped shifting in all. i kept trying, but nothing. i couldn't even minishift, which was weird for me.

i decided that me not shifting = something was wrong with me. i didn't blame the alcohol or the drugs, no. i blamed my mindset.

this led me to being demotivated, losing the thing that made me feel free, and losing the community with it. i ended up leaving the community (i wasn't a creator, just unfollow all shifting accounts and removed anything shifting in my social life). this also led me to doubt shifting, believing i was just crazy in 2020-2023.

i knew shifting was still in my heart though. some nights, i would try those same methods that worked for me before in hopes of shifting again. of course, nothing.

a few months ago i came back to shifting. i had moved countries and decided i needed a new start, and i wanted shifting to be apart of it. i knew i still believed in shifting somewhere in my heart, i knew i could shift.

i was still struggling with my addictions during this time. one day, i decided to try and shift while taking a nap; completely sober. i was listening to the subliminal, doing the method, and that's when it happened. i minishifted for the first time in years.

i almost immediately came back to my OR, as i had lost the skill to ground myself in my DR. i sat there, mind still processing the fact that i had minishifted. that's when i knew it wasn't my mindset, it was something different.

i started taking shifting more seriously since then, like how i was back in 2020. i took time to sit with myself and think; what in the world was holding me back?

it didn't take long for me to link my problems with my addictions. each time i was sober while shifting; i would minishift. when under the influence? would wake up in my OR disappointed. along with that, the substances made it harder to focus and harder to remember, so it was way harder to focus on shifting without my mind drifting off, and it was much harder to ground myself as i honestly forgot how.

i decided to take things into my own hands. i couldn't quit, but i changed the ways i took it. now i only smoke a few times a week, along with drinking. i've been slowly going off of substances and the goal is to be completely off of it one day.

but as i've been taking less and less substances, ive noticed my shifting journey has been starting up again. i feel as motivated (if not more) about shifting like in 2020, and the more i minishift, the more i get motivated.

grounding myself to my DR is the hardest part though. my brain is still healing from the effects of the substances and is still fuzzy, but it's been easier to focus and connect myself to my DR.

fixing my substance abuse was the best thing i could've done, for shifting and non shifting. thank you for reading this far if you did, and i hope this post helps anyone that is struggling with the same thing.

[seelestars]

➴ ✫ * ✧ WELCOME HOME ! (HSR kafka x gn reader x blade)

summary : you’re welcoming them home after a tiring mission

a/n : motivation decided to hit me so i feel like writing a lot yet i have no idea what to write ∑(ﾟДﾟ) idk how to end this .

you were currently putting the warm curry you had made onto two plates, the aroma nearly making you hungry again.

as if on cue, the sound of the door opening combined with approaching footsteps gradually grew louder. you turned around, greeted by familiar faces you were expecting.

kafka and blade.

“ah~ this smells so good~ did you make this just for us?” kafka smiles at you, carefully hanging her coat somewhere before taking a seat at the dinner table.

“..in fact, i did. i don’t cook a lot so im sorry if it doesn’t taste too great..��� you smile back nervously, afraid that your cooking would disappoint them.

blades stern gaze subtly softened a little at your words as he put his sword away, watching the two of you closely.

“are you not going to come eat, bladie?~” kafka teases with a small smirk before she took a bite of the curry. blade only crossed his arms, looking away. “..maybe in a moment. ..i.. don’t want to dirty anything with the blood on my clothes.” he mumbled the last part quietly, but both you and kafka heard him. you watched as he went into the bathroom to change and clean off. it warmed your heart a little about how he cared about small things like that, but you’d never say it out loud.

“mm~ this tastes as good as it looks, are you sure you rarely cook?” kafka turns her gaze back towards you, a pleased smile on her face from the delicious taste.

“im very sure. ..but, im glad you like it.” there was a small feeling of pride welling up inside your chest at her praise, your cheeks heating up slightly.

“c’mere.” suddenly, kafka gestured for you to come closer, a sly smirk on her face. even though you knew she was probably up to something, you still found yourself getting closer like she wanted.

she puts the spoon she was holding down before standing up. she looks at you with her alluring gaze, hands coming up to caress your cheeks gently before slowly leaning in to kiss you.

you felt the tips of your ears turn red at her kiss, melting into it and reciprocating the kiss. kafka teasingly bites down onto your bottom lip before pulling away with a satisfied look on her face.

“ive missed those soft lips so much, you have no idea~ your curry may be nice, but the taste of those lips is just something i can’t seem to get enough of.” kafka had an amused look on her face at the sight of your flustered expression.

blade walked out of the bathroom, changed into a simple shirt and sweatpants. he raised a brow at the sight of kafka flirting with you, a finger lifting your chin to meet her gaze.

“don’t tease them too much, look at how red they’re getting.” he had to resist the urge to join in, your cute face making it hard not to tease you.

you let out a relieved exhale as kafka stepped away reluctantly with a subtle pout on her face, her attention now turned to blade. “what? need a kiss as well?” the pout was replaced with another smirk in no time when she teased him.

“..i suppose i do.” he admits quietly, a shy blush on his face as he walked up to you and kafka. kafka decides to whisper something in your ear, to which you agree to after some hesitation.

you both kiss blades cheeks at the same time, kafka kissing his right with you kissing his left.

“welcome home!” you and kafka said, with your voice having less enthusiasm than hers. she then decided to suddenly envelop the two of you in a hug, a genuine smile on her face once the two of you reciprocated the embrace.

[narwhalandchill]

guys im sorry i swear ill start talking more abt all the positive aspects of 2.0 soon but. welp

(firefly rant TWO!!! now with otto apocalypse. okay not even abt her lol its just ranting about misrepresentations of otto and The Memes being made. iykyk. but anyway. spoilers and all 🫡🫡)

so first of all i dont go there anymore so the lore details might be fumbled a bit but also like the actual fucking disrespect to otto and WHY kallens death had such a massive fucking impact on him when u act like the situation there is anywhere NEAR comparable to the TB and firefly situation in 2.0 💀 "oh its just a meme" well its a BAD one im sorry

like YES otto has or at least had some degree of romantic feelings towards kallen but that was FAR from all she represented to him??? like the entire point is that in ottos eyes over time as he grew more and more cynical ruthless and jaded kallen slowly became less of just. a human being. and started turning into the actual and ONLY personification of all good that is even worth fighting for anymore when it comes to humanity itself.

kallen to otto was the literal representative of hope and humanitys goodness. and yes that degree of idolatry is fundamentally dehumanizing towards her too and disregards her personhood but thats WHY its so fucking interesting. kallen was just a human being doing her best to fight for the people and do good yet ottos perception of her grew into one stained by obsession and defined thru blind worship because NO ONE ELSE but her could convince him there was jack shit to the world worth fighting for

THATS where his obsession comes from. THATS why otto went to the ends of the earth and beyond to resurrect her all the while knowing shed feel nothing but utter horror at witnessing how far he fell just for her. bc kallen has NEVER seen herself the way otto did. kallen wouldve NEVER wanted ANYONE to go through the lengths that otto did (KNOWINGLY in violation of her wishes) for her. because she knew better. but thats not how otto was.

in ottos eyes humanity became fundamentally irredeemable when kallen was first vilifed and sentenced to death and then died sacrificing herself for the very same people who were going to execute her anyway. humanity proved itself worthless by failing kallen. THATS his breaking point thats driving his actions the entire time after kallens death and why hes willing to commit all and any sins imaginable to save kallen. because in his mind for a very long time kallen hasnt been just a woman he loved as a friend and as an unrequited crush whose death crushed him just bc omg death grief sad uwu. otto ALREADY had a completely warped perception of the world when kallen was still alive but through her death it all just escalated and turned him into the actually insane madman maniac we know him as. and because humanity already proved itself a failure by betraying kallen as the actual messiah-figure she grew into in his head there was no price too high to force the rest of the world to pay on his way to saving kallen.

so.

is that what fucking firefly represents to TB to these ppl????? the irreversible shattering of the worldview of someone already teetering at the edge of a point of no return??? is "omg crush died sad 😢" how fucking shallow do ppl think ottos core motivation is??? holy shit

ok anyway i swear ill calm down now HSJSJSJSKSKSKDK but like DUDE theres a Reason i actually bawled when that mf died in hi3rd and thats BECAUSE he was so fucking good as a fucked up antagonist BECAUSE he was never omg entitled incel (btw. do ppl like. know kallen rejected his offer of political marriage to save her life when she was already due to execution and that he. completely respected it? like. he let her reject him even when it meant certain death for kallen. i s2g ive seen terminally online kallen f/f shippers on twt act like hes some cishet stalker and i.....😭 like hate on him sure he deserves it but dont smear his name????!??) or anything bland or creepy like that. his worship of kallen and who he built her up to be in the pedestal of his mind is so messed up and toxic and tragic (bc he Actually loved her so much?? beyond platonic or romantic? but in all the wrong obsessive ways??? like its so messy) and genuinely interesting in a way u dont see that often in fiction and im actually mad to see his motivations reduced to waa waa honkai beast stabbed kallen.

like EVEN if you enjoyed and were emotionally invested in firefly and TBs arc. (which is perfectly fair im happy for yall!!!! dont let my hater antics get to u!!!) but do NOT be out there acting they had anything like what ottos fucked up complex around kallen is and was at any point of his life please and thank you. this blonde freak of a man didnt LITERALLY defy the laws of the universe just bc kallen dying made him cRaZY 🤪 it was FAR worse than that. HE was far worse than that. i rest my case

[flamereducerlogs]

Day 2

Woke up a bit late today and nearly missed my bus to school, but still had time to grab my breakfast, though I ate it on the bus. I don't have any pictures because i forgot but i had some chocolate protein powder chia pudding and cucumber sticks. Was a very nice start of the day since I normally wouldn't have any breakfast at all but Im looking to change that.

Lunch at school was pretty good today, typical swedish style meatballs and mashed potatoes, though I opted for the vegan version. They also served some sallad, pickle slices, queso and lingonberry jam today :D

Since it was my turn to make dinner today I made an attempt at homemade tortillas as I was curious to how they would turn out, and they ended up pretty good, though a bit too crispy in my opinion. Made a sallad with some cucumber and leftover greens, grilled some sausages and ate it all with some rhode island dressing.

Spend a few minutes cleaning the family space and got offered some ice cream by mom after, so a nice after dinner dessert!

I spent around an hour walking today and got a short late night stretch in also. Finally got my fitness watch to work so ill be able to tell the steps tomorrow instead of roughly guesstimating how long my walks have been :)

As Ive latelly been incorporating more veggies and greens into my diet while also cutting down on junk foods Ive felt a lot less tired and bloated during the day while slowly gaining back some motivation for homework and cleaning again! In the long run Im hoping this will help build a stable foundation to later become more athletic and stay in shape

[delirious-donna]

Saw your ask how our fridays are going and well... i felt like talking today ^^' i hope you don't mind.

My day actually had been also very slowly since I woke up very - in fact too early (5 am) bc I had a morning lecture at 8 am ._. Only had 4hrs of sleep

I was tired the entire time it didn't help either it was architecture history and later "how living in a space/rooms works" which was even more boring xD (I study interior design). Normally I love it, but today i wasnt feeling it.

I am dreading and procrastinating university homework and took a nap once I arrived home :^)

it was good nap, I am more awake now but still feeling slightly lazy and it bothers me a little bit ._. I had been lacking in the past few days, just not feeling to do anything. But Ive been reading lately more and started writing again. I hope I get to draw as well, I miss my old routine.

Despite the downer of not being that productive like I wish to be, I had however a very delicious lunch and my mom bought chocolates for me yesterday (YAAAAY! \^-^/ )

It felt kind of good to write that bit down, made my head clearer :) thank you if you read this and I hope you reach your word count in a satisfied manner ^^ (do you have any tips on sticking to a word count regularly?)

Hey love!! Of course I don’t mind. I wouldn’t put out those posts if I wasn’t craving some kind of interaction so thank you for reaching out.

That is an early lecture… I can’t imagine I would have made many of those back in my uni days. I was not a morning person in the slightest so unless I had stayed up all night (happened more often than it should have) I wouldn’t be there for an 8am lecture! 😂

I also indulged in a nap today so I can agree with you on it feeling refreshing because I definitely felt better after my own. Sometimes we need days where we do less, kinda like reset days so try not to be too hard on yourself about it.

Reading more tends to inspire me to write more so you’re on the right track for it. You’re so lucky you can draw too!! I’m jealous cause I’d love to have that skill.

Yay for lunch and yay for mom buying chocolate!! As for advice on sticking to word counts… it’s not something I do too often. I don’t like to say “today I will write x amount of words.” However, I do find that writing sprints help with keeping me focused and seeing the result often encourages me to do another sprint and it spirals from there. I guess it depends on what motivates you, whether it’s words on a page or time spent on something. My advice is always don’t beat yourself up if you don’t make it, just try to get a little closer next time.

I hope this helps!! <3

[bloodiedthorns0102]

is this cheesy?

maybe, i cant really say a lot of my writings ever been good in all fairness- i was always taught to only write in ways that appealed to people who lived through a past thats no longer present for me to live in. Write it this way and that- use these words and not those-

arent i just human though?

i guess writing this in a more human or casual way makes it less terrifying- its kinda just a stream of thoughts that's been rushing through my head. and sure my heads wild to listen to already as is- but the more i see things as so tragic nowadays and my views been pushed down to such a negative chapter of this play-

i cant really say its easy being trapped with myself

nowadays we see these changes all over the world but it's blurred and smudged over into a mucky grey

and isn't that annoying too? im an artist- so smudging something that's supposed to be more vibrant into something terrible to look at is just disheartening and disappointing. me myself I've had a lot of emotional shifts as of lately too- been feeling like a rubix cube being knocked around after years of no use.

im getting off track though- even if you didn't know it- man many of these writings are like "life changing" to some people but really it just sounds like im talking to the stars again whether that's on my new roof, on my old balconies at the apartments i used to live in, or the old porch my grandpa built with my mother when i was a child at my childhood home. to me speaking to the stars is just a reflection of myself im speaking to without the harshness of such a pale exhausted face staring back at me.

i mean light years away someone is maybe seeing me through a telescope like we are the beginning of our universe right now and im happy. im happy and not truly aware of the pain and sadness i was feeling yet and i had my brother and a somewhat normal life.

ive always lived so lonely though no matter the amount of cats or animals ive had.

even looking at the stars makes me feel smaller even if it can be so motivating seeing such a big picture thats so close to reach yet so far away. i cant help but be nihilistic and critical can i? dear lord and here i was reading about two vampires loving each other so dearly earlier.

back to the star thing though- i cant help but feel crushed looking at the fading remains of stars we call beautiful cause really all we are are looking at the past when we look up at them. the light hasnt hit our eyes yet in time to be present for them.

and thats really how i feel nowadays- a star in its death that no one can see because the light of the present hasnt truly hit them yet because they are so far from me to even touch. like really it takes 8 seconds for us to see the suns light- but imagine being so far people only see you at the age of 1,000 out of maybe millions of years you have been alive.

and i guess thats why i make myself feel so much hurt and sorrow- to convince myself im truly living and present within my own life and others- to feel like i made SOME impact- anything something nothing everything. i just, cant fathom im here for it all to amount to anything

but really can anyone? then again thats the question we all ask and we always say the same thing to each other

"yes you can!! you already are now!!"

if i have why cant i feel it paving a path within my own stone filled garden??? why cant my roses flutter to life again slowly??

and we all know it takes time but is that time or light ever gonna be able to hit the eyes of others fast enough?

will my death be so near to me or has already happened but no one has seen it yet?

why am i so far away- or are the people i love the ones that are far? why does their light shine so bright just for me to dread knowing its going to dim out at any point without me being able to predict it.

and ya know theres only so many tiktoks you can see on that damn for you page of people just living and sit in your room wondering if youre ever gonna live as much as them.

but are they also living?? i guess my therapist has shown me how to live more then say even a trip outside ever could in just almost 2 years. though living is always a choice for the person within it. i guess it makes the dilemma of people seeing my life much slower then how my death began better right? they see how i chose to live and fulfill myself rather then begin to give up cause i felt my core exploding from immense amount of energy and collisions.

and sure thats sweet to hear but- when is everyone gonna try and live within the present alongside me and how much more do i have to plead and beg and scream and whimper in pain for someone to realize its actually happening??????

ok maybe that got a little dark

but idk- questioning it all might be futile but questioning it can bring awareness so why not ya know?? may as well not be blind even towards myself even if this all feels VERY dramatic and ill probably cringe over it hours later.

imagine lmao

[iheartyouyou]

SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

Word Count:

Part: 5

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Authors Note: I’m so so so so sorry it has taken me this long to get part 5 now. Ive been pretty busy and haven’t had the motivation to write, but i’m slowly getting it back!! Not proofread (like always) but please let me know if you want to be on the taglist or if I missed you! (it wouldn’t let me tag some ppl for some odd reason.)

You pressed your lips into a tight line, opening the door wider for Jeremiah to come in. He does, placing the slushies on the nightstand. He throws all the goodies on your the bed.

Taking a deep breathe in, you close the door before hesitantly turning around. There he stood— looking hotter than ever, his cheeks ever so slightly pink and a small smile on his lips. It turns into a frown, noticing the look on your face.

“What?”

I was supposed to be getting over my dumb little crush on you even though I’ve only known you for a few days and instead you decide to come over here with your kissable lips and perfect face and enough snacks to make me gain three pounds and now i’m mentally trying to prepare myself for either the worst or best night of my life and i really need to get over you because you have that girlfriend from the other night and you probably just see me as a charity case. You wanted to say that, but instead you forced yourself to smile.

“I’m just not really looking forward to watching a stupid movie about time traveling.” You joked, collapsing next to the pile of his snacks and grabbing the first thing you see— skittles.

Jeremiah scoffs, rolling his eyes. “C’mon! You’re being dramatic— look, if you get bored by the hour mark we can stop and you’ll get your” he brings his fingers up, using them as quotations, “free slushies for the rest of summer.”

You pop a few skittles into your mouth, nodding your head. “Free slushies. I’m making my childhood dreams come true.”

“Except you’re not because you’re gonna love the movie!”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, sitting up as you made your way to the Headboard.

-

Jeremiah was right.

You LOVED, the movie.

And you were only 30 minutes in. 30:16 to be exact.

But you didn’t want him to win, so you stared at the TV with crossed arms and flushed face.

The two of you were sitting on the bed. Pretty close to each other. Like, your thighs were less than an inch away from touching.

“Can you hand me my water?” Jeremiah asked, eyes glued to the TV as he bumped his thigh with yours. You didn’t know if it was on purpose or if it was on accident, but you did know that all these touches were making you flustered.

“mhm.” You grabbed his water, handing it to him as his fingers brushed against yours. Your eyes widened, turning your head quickly to stare at the movie.

Why are you overreacting? He didn’t mean to. He was just grabbing his water. And all the other times his thigh brushed up against yours or his hand brushed up against your hand? Accidents. Or maybe they weren’t— maybe he was just doing it in a friendly way.

Your body felt like it was on fire.

But you SWORE you saw him smirk at you after his fingers brushed along yours. Or maybe it was a smile? Maybe he was thanking you?

You were so caught up with your feelings that you didn’t even realize that it was the end of the movie, AND that Jeremiah was closer to the point where your guys’ thighs were touching.

“So, what’d you think of the movie?” He asked excitedly, a grin on his face. You eyes lingered on his thigh before turning to stare at him. And gosh— his face was closer, inches apart from yours, you could smell his blueberry slushie and all the other junk he had.

“Uhm…. what?”

He softly chuckled, “The movie?”

“What about it?”

“Did you like it?”

“No.” You deadpanned, looking back at the TV. You can still see him staring at you from your peripheral vision.

“That’s such a lie!” He stated. “I saw you! You were all smiling and shit… it’s cause of Michael J. Fox, huh?”

Yeah he’s cute, but you’re cuter….

“Yeah, yeah. I was only paying attention to him, didn’t really like the movie.”

Jeremiah hummed, “Looks like I lost the bet.”

You turn to look at him, smiling. “Yup. Free slushies for the rest of summer— how many flavors do you have again? I know there’s blueberry, blue raspberry— oh! How does the strawberry lemonade taste? I might visit tomorrow to try that. Or what about th…” Your voice trailed off as he brought his hand up, moving some of your hair behind your ear. You freeze.

It felt like your heart was beating in your ears, you’re pretty sure he could hear it too. Oh gosh, was he gonna kiss you? What if you had something on your face and he was just trying to tell you? What about in your hair? Does your breathe smell?

“Can I—“

“Oh my god, Y/N! You will NOT believe what Con—what are you doing here?” She shoots a glare towards Jeremiah. “Anyway, you will NOT believe what they did! They totally crashed my date!” Belly rambled, storming into your the room without warning.

You guys jump away from each other, putting more distance between each other than you guys have all night.

“Really?” You ask after a moment, of awkward silence.

Belly looked between you and Jeremiah skeptically, before taking her shoes off and plopping herself in the big space between you guys. “Yeah! It was so fucking embarrassing, I cant believe you would do that, Jeremiah. I never crash any of your dates.” She grumbled, grabbing a Laffy Taffy from the pile of junk.

“We were just messing around, Belly!” Jeremiah spoke, looking at you quickly.

“No! You guys are so annoying, ugh! Hey— I love Back to the Future!” She said, grabbing the remote and starting the movie over again.

“It’s like, everything was going so well! We were about to kiss-“

Jeremiah chuckles, “ironic.” What did that mean?

Belly didn’t seem to hear him, so she continued rambling, “Im so going to drown you first, then Steven, then Conrad!”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slouching into your spot. What the hell just happened? Was he going to kiss you? Maybe it’s a good thing Belly came in.

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[p0is0nvalz]

I hope you are still doing requests! I love your writings!! can I request where the reader is Dustin's sister and is secretly dating Eddie and there are hints ( ie someone comments you smell like weed, Dustin telling him my sister has that same shirt, saw it on her floor the other day he had hid when he knocked, Dustin seeing you with a Hickey at school "youndidnt have that this morning " Eddie showing up with a matching spot) the rest of hellfire pick up on and is pointed out to Dustin. sorry it's a bit long

Requests are open!! And yes this is so cute omg i love this

Warnings: allusions of depression, sexual content, reader is super un-motivated,poor dustin is too cute for his own good😔, this somehow is a slight self-insert. Im sorry if this isnt what you wanted!

it started off with a one-night, no strings attached sex, but he kept coming back for more. He couldnt get the taste of you off his tongue.

Having eddie munson at your doorstep wasnt what you were expecting on a friday night all alone “munson.. dustin isnt here-“ “i didnt come here for him- fuck, i cant stop thinking about you” there was practically blisters on his lip from the continuous biting.

that had led to countless nights of sex with your brothers idol behind his back, slowly gaining feelings untill you finally started to date.

“hi dusty, how was your day?” He had just gotten back from school, you bringing him into a very warm embrace ‘she must have been in bed all day again’ dustin thought your daily “routine” wasnt healthy. Staying in your room in bed all day listening to the smiths and drawing whatever is on your mind, only getting up when taking showers, going to the bathroom or greeting him. If only he knew.

He hugged you back, ready to be filled with the strong scent of your scent “it sucked. Jas-“ he pulled away, sniffing you “y/n… why do you smell like weed?” His eyebrows were furrowed in worry “oh.. i was out with my friend” you tensed up which went un-noticed by him “really?” He smiled slightly. He was glad you were pushing people away less and less. ‘Isolating only furthers the hole you dug for yourself’ he’d always remind you.

“eddie..” you moaned out as you slid yourself onto his dick, eyes squeezing shut and bouncing up and down. That apparently wasnt enough for eddie as he held up your ass making you fall slightly and pounded up into you as fast as he could.

You were both face-to-face as he tilted his head, getting more access to your neck.

he was sucking and biting at your neck as you didnt notice, too mixed up in pleasure to think about it.

the next day, you were at home when you noticed. Dustin forgot his hat. You sighed and got up from the couch, deciding to be a good sister and delivering his hat.

Once you got there, you checked the time, figuring you would have to go into one of his classes. But no. It was lunch (you did a little cheer in your mind)

On the way there, you saw your friend val. You checked up on her while she just responded with the widest eyes she could, mumbling ‘dude i got pussy from chrissy goddamn cunningham’

“dusty. You absolute meanie, you made me drag my own ass into a car and to your school. Hey mike” you approached their table, ignoring the way eddie cat-called you jokingly “y/n you life saver!” His hair looked terrible, you tried to muffle your giggled by slapping a mouth over your hand and turning your head to the side “is that a hickey!? Y/n fucking henderson. Who the hell gave you a hickey!?!?” You dashed out of the cafeteria, running back to your car still giggling at your brother, hearing a faint “why do you have one too, eddie!?”

You were napping in eddies room when you suddenly heard the voice of your little brother. Your eyes shot up and you tried your best to listen to the conversation

“dude! My sister had that same shirt! She was wearing it today too! What a coincidence!” Dustin laughed as eddie laughed akwardly with wide eyes. “Whats in your room? Ive never seen it before?” Eddie sprinted to his door, covering it with his arms and legs “you.. you dont wanna go in there” eddie shook his head vigorously. Dustin was trying to find a was to get in there, eddies protests only making him more curious “you wont like whats in there!” Dustin finally shimmied into the room, scanning the room untill his eyes stopped. There you were, sitting up on eddies bed in a new shirt, eyes as wide as his.

“what the fuck.”

“Oh this isnt my room! Haha, silly me! What am i doing here?”

[miyagihawk]

“idfc; blackbear (again it’s so easily related to hawk vibes, maybe he’s afraid to open up again for a relationship after moon so he acts like he doesn’t care about the reader but the mfs actually so in love😩✋🏻)” - @hawkwhore

ugh i love this sm and blackbear 😛 ty for the request as always <3

idfc | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

warnings: just cursing?

summary: based on idfc by blackbear :) hawk doesn’t like you and you don’t know why

a/n: soooo i kinda strayed from the song LOL sorry but this is kinda more cutesy and less angsty than the song. i actually like it though :)

You don’t know why he seemed to hate you.

Ever since you walked into the dojo for the first time, it was like you couldn’t escape his death stare.

Eventually, you got closer to Miguel, his best friend, so you two started going to the same parties and hanging out more often. But he never seemed to warm up to you.

Miguel said Hawk was just intimidated by you because you always beat him when Sensei calls you both to spar. So you let him win one time, but he seemed to hate you even more after.

Which is why you started Operation Get Hawk To Like Me.

It seemed like a fun challenge to get the broody boy to enjoy your company, but you also sincerely wanted to be friends with him. When he would laugh with Miguel and he smiled like the sun, it made you sad that he was so cold towards you but so warm towards others. You wanted the sun.

You decided that the first part of O.G.H.T.L.M was to subtlety be nicer; you didn’t want to be desperately kind out of nowhere and make him dislike you even more.

“Hey!” you called after the red haired boy who was about to open the door to the dojo.

Hawk turned around slowly at the sound of your voice, and you winced at the annoyed look on his face.

“I- uh, I got this for you,” you held out a blueberry smoothie. When everyone hung out at Golf N Stuff, you saw that he got that flavor and took a mental note.

The boy stood in front of you with a twisted face, not reaching out to take the drink. “Why?” he asked.

You shifted awkwardly, feeling nervous under his stare. Was this too forward? “Um... I accidentally got an extra one?” you made the excuse lamely. “Just take it.”

“Give it to Miguel,” Hawk turned around and sauntered into the dojo, leaving you with a frown. But you wiped off any trace of your disappointed expression and walked into practice too.

-

You tried everything.

You waved at him every time you passed each other in the halls. You got him drinks at parties and you even offered to be the designated driver so that he could get wasted with Miguel.

When you two sparred, you lost on purpose each time. Sensei even pulled you aside to ask if something was wrong. “Hawk is getting better,” was all you said, but he didn’t seem convinced.

The list of things you were trying to do for Operation Get Hawk To Like Me seemed endless and you were totally kissing his ass. His feelings about you weren’t budging, and it seemed like this was just a hopeless mission.

“I just don’t get why he hates me so much. I’m trying so hard,” you groaned.

“Maybe that’s why. You’re trying too hard,” Miguel said across from you with a mouthful of fries.

“Well I don’t know what to do then. I want him to know I’m trying.”

“He knows,” your best friend nodded his head nonchalantly.

Your face scrunched up in confusion, causing Miguel to give you an amused look. “Then why doesn’t he care? I’m starting to think there’s just something wrong with me,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“You should just talk to him if it’s bothering you so much,” Miguel shrugged.

“I guess I should,” you slumped, feeling intimidated by the thought of confronting Hawk. Was it even worth it? If he didn’t want to be your friend now, then what would change if you talked to him? If he would even agree to talk.

-

Tonight. The final step that would determine if you were going to give up on Hawk.

The truth is, it really hurt your feelings how little he cared about you. And it hurt even more when you went out of your way to get him to even acknowledge you as an acquaintance.

You don’t know why it affected you so badly; maybe you’ve always had a teensy crush on him. And maybe this little plan you formulated was actually motivated by your subconscious desire to really get to know him, even though you passed it off as wanting to simply be his friend.

So tonight, at the party you were all going to, you were going to talk to him. And get the truth on why he was so persistent in shoving you away.

“Woah, slow down Y/N. Miss lightweight,” Miguel eyed you cautiously when you downed another cup of beer.

“I just need some liquid courage to face Hawk,” you licked your lips, already feeling the effect of the alcohol clouding your mind. You started to sway without noticing, making Miguel laugh at you amusingly.

“Well good luck with that. But that’s enough, or you won’t even get any words out,” he took the cup from you and you pouted. Miguel subtly motioned behind you, and you turned around to look.

It was the red haired boy you’ve been avoiding all night; the one who made your palms sweat when you thought about the conversation you were planning to have.

But with the alcohol giving you a rush of confidence, you walked up to him with no anxiety. His eyes widened when he saw you rushing forward, and he almost looked afraid.

“Can I talk to you?” you said solidly, feeling braver than you usually are. Hawk looked at you, confused, but nodded to his friends before following you to go somewhere quieter.

He traced behind you as you opened the door to go outside, where there were less people and the music wasn’t so loud.

“Um... is something wrong?” Hawk stood awkwardly in front of you, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Of course there’s something wrong,” you replied in a meaner tone than you intended, but you brushed off the guilt.

“Well what is it?” he asked in his usual annoyed tone that he used only when he needed to speak to you.

You felt your cheeks heat up with frustration. “Why don’t you like me?” you blurted out, and the expression on his face told you that he wasn’t prepared for it at all.

“W-What?” Hawk stuttered, his previously composed persona was gone.

“Why don’t you like me?” you repeated, more forcefully. “I am so nice to you. But you just hate me and I have no idea why! And you’re just best buds with everyone else, so I know you aren’t incapable of having friends. Do you know how shitty that feels? Especially when I try so hard to just get you to treat me decently!” your mouth ran on and on and words were coming out without you thinking.

Your blurred vision from your anger cleared after you caught your breath, and you focused on his shocked expression. It was the most expression he’s ever shown you.

“I-I-” Hawk stammered, but you cut him off.

“Look, I’ll leave you alone if you just tell me to. But tell me why, so I can give up. I’m sorry, okay? For whatever I’ve done that makes you not even want to be near me. And I don’t even know why I feel like I need you to like me, I just-”

This time he was the one to interrupt you. “I do like you.”

You blinked in confusion, taken aback by his words.

Hawk licked his lips anxiously, taking a breath in before speaking, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a dick. The truth is... I’ve been... um... catching feelings for you. And I guess I was trying to protect myself by pushing you away.”

Your mouth dropped open at his confession. Out of all the responses you were expecting when you were overthinking about the conversation, this one was one you could have never seen coming. But surprisingly, it made your stomach turn and your heartbeat accelerate.

He continued, this time looking into your eyes with his blue ones. “I don’t hate you at all. I just... I just felt like last time I caught feelings for someone I just got hurt. And I was all in, but they weren’t. That’s why I keep myself from getting close to you. I’m sorry Y/N,” Hawk confessed his whole heart, leaving you speechless.

After barely getting a few words out of him everyday, his confession of feelings was overwhelming. But you finally understood him. You knew about his relationship with Moon and how it went down from all the school gossip, but for some reason you never pieced together that it was why his guard was up so high.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you admitted, still feeling woozy from both the alcohol and his speech. You weren’t sure about your feelings and you didn’t want to say something you didn’t mean. Yes, you had feelings for him too, but everything was going so fast.

Hawk gave you a smile that calmed you from your worry. “It’s okay, sorry. It was a lot. But if you still want we can be friends.” He reached out his hand for you to shake and confirm your partnership.

Instead of taking it, you took him by surprise by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He melted into the hug after a few seconds, and you smiled from behind his view. “Friends,” you pulled away and he beamed at you warmly.

You finally got the sun.

a/n: omg bye this was not like the song at all SORRY there wasn’t that much action it was just fluffy IVE BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH MIRACULOUS LADYBUG like they r so soft and u can see the influence of it on my writing lmaoo anyways hope u enjoyed!! :)

[ahoneesan]

ATHLETICS TRACKING - 5/9/23

Subtitile: HEY I USED TO MAKE POSTS ABOUT THIS

hi! its been a bit. i dont think ive made any posts about this particular subject on this particular blog. not the long form effort posts like these, at least. there have been some fairly major developments here so i figured it was as good a time as any to log them here. and maybe get into the rhythm of writing regularly about this again? dont get your hopes up. but maybe more regularly than Not At All. anyways!

so thanks to having a job i have a gym membership now! that means i can lift Actual Weight instead of being trapped at 40lbs due that being all my at-home dumbbells can do. its nice! i've been progressing through my 5x5 workout without any real trouble so far. except for my overhead press. i literally cannot even begin to finish my 5 sets there, at the suggested introductory weight of 45lbs. its kinda baffling, i wish i knew why exactly i had that one hurdle. but i was barely making 5x5 on 40lbs either so, naturally 45 would be tougher! i should probably deload down to, idk, 35 or something and work my way back up but man. cmon! lets frickin go!

the rest of my numbers (which ill list down below) are doing well. i think, at least. steady gains (though they are "newbie gains") through and through, if i stay consistent on em ill be squattin 100 byyyyyy monday after next. which would be pretty cool! i guess! i havent encountered any real hurdles yet (apart from the OP i just mentioned) so its hard to get motivated by goals. im in this for like, the thrill of the lift. again: i guess!

cardio has been fine, though due to workin out preshift i dopnt have time to just like, run forever on that. maybe i only go in early for weights n leave cardio for after? maybe i cardio by running around the block at home then bus in to work like usual? maybe i just crank the speed and hope for the best? ok i did try that last one and it fucked my knee up just a bit lol. ultimately cardio is a supplement to the weight training for me so, afaik, its more important to have that elevated heart rate sustained for longer and longer periods of time than to be trying to make a like 8 minute mile. ill keep at it for now, probably try to ramp the speed up a lil more slowly than I did but as far length of workout i kinda dunno what to do. im still kinda entranced by the treadmill i now have access to so, probably keep on that for a while longer.

as far my body numbers go, theyre more or less unchanged from where I was when i started doing all this like, a year ago. which is part of Why im not so motivated by goals n such. but thats of course still on me. havent had my diet right, wayyyyy too many breaks n off days, no ability for actual Progression until just now. hopin i can start to turn this dang machine into some fucking muscle soon. i think i can! maybe! AUGH!

NUMBERS

SQUAT - 70

BENCH - 60

ROW - 80 (pulled my back just a lil on this last time, lol.)

OVERHEAD - 45 (cant even finish this weight lol)

DEADLIFT - 105

CARDIO - 4.5mph(?), 45min

WEIGHT - 160

BODYFAT - 24%

[angelatsumu]

paramedic school! Matsun

this is a selfish fantasy that I've had since I've been increasing my practice with starting IV's. still, i think the concept is...*chef's kiss*

warnings: puppy!reader (kinda), mentions of subspace, dumbification if you squint, fingering, a kind of cocky Issei.

He watches you struggling to assemble your IV dummy, and you blush as you grow frustrated, hair falling into your face and glasses fogging up in frustration.

"Babe~" you glance up from under your eyelashes, locking eyes with him. The defeated and vulnerable look on your faces get him, but he contains himself. Still, he brews a master plan to take little hold on his vulnerable smart girl.

Leaning into your helpful boyfriend, he pet your cheek gently, caressing the warm skin under his thumb. You blushed even more, nuzzling into his hand as you let the frustration melt away. "How about you just do some on me, hm? I'll sit nice and still, and you can stick me as many times as you like." His words felt like honey, but you knew something else had clouded his mind. Issei absolutely adored helping you study, but this time there seemed to be an ulterior motive.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't start fantasizing when he saw you standing of the IV arm, clothed heat lingering at the fingertips. That combined with your huffing, whining and bashful features were driving him mad. He needed to feel the plushness of your cunny, to feel the vulnerability you so easily exuded around him. This vulnerability was almost unique to him; you never allowed anyone to see you so pliant and docile in the real world, but for your lover you'd be as small as you could. He adored that, the way you would melt only for him.

So here he sat, arm splayed out on the table as you assembled all of your equipment. As you started arranging needles and flush kits, his eyes traced your frame, admiring the cute little polka dot dress that made you look like his little housewife, the way your ankle socks made you so dainty, but his favorite part had to be the blush of your cheeks. He couldn't stop his mind from racing, dipping deep into the darker depth of his fantasies, wanting nothing more than to corrupt you. He lived for how shy you got the moment he touched you, how you withdrew out of bashfulness, never letting his touch linger unnoticed. He was dying to see your will wear thin.

After assembling all of your equipment, you stood over his hand, fingertips dangerously close to the hem of your lovely dress, and his eyes traced the length of his arms, stopping at their target. He hummed to himself, watching as your carefully maneuvered, pressing on the flesh of his forearm to search for a good vein. "So many good choices," you whispered cheerfully, eyebrows furrowed in intent to find the perfect one. He grins, his girl truly was incredible. Still, he ached deep down to see the less composed, more submissive angel he adored.

"Hmph," you huffed, manipulating his arm in a way that placed his fingertips just under the hem of your dress, inches away from your heat. He chuckled to himself at your innocence, the way you didn't notice how dangerously close he was to bringing you to a crumbling ball of submissiveness. He grinned, watching you intently as you leaned over once more, pressing on the sponginess of the vein. You leaned to grasp a cleansing pad, feeling his index finger grazed your clothed cunny. Your cheeks warmed in embarrasment, but you refused to make a big deal of it. Your boyfriend probably did it unintentionally, and for you to mention it would make this weird, right? Still, you couldn't deny the wetness pooling in your nether regions.

He noticed. He noticed the tenseness of your body, the slight gasp you tried to hide with a cough, and most importantly, the wetness that accompanied his featherlike touch. "Come on, smart girl. Stick me~" he grinned tauntingly, eyes glinting mischievously at you. You nodded, moving to clean the pre-determined spot of action. Just as you leaned to trace the vein once more, he pressed his fingertips directly between your clothed folds, gently running his fingers between them, spreading the wetness there. An involuntary whimper fled your lips, thighs immediately going to clamp his hand there. "Oh~?" You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, ashamed that you had allowed yourself to make such a lewd sound. "Open your eyes, puppy~" He knew what he was doing. The name made your knees weaker and along with them went your determined demeanor. He was able to reduce you to a pool of subspace, but you still had some fight in you.

"Issei, stop it." You huffed, but that attitude did not go over well. Once again, Issei dragged his fingers over your throbbing cunny, being sure to spread your wetness more. With one gentle flick of your covered clit, you had dropped the needle and given up on the practice scenario. Issei stared at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world, watching you attempt to remain level-headed. He grinned cheekily, tisking at you for fighting so hard. "Aw puppy, come on now~" he teased, using stealth to slide your cotton panties aside and run his fingers through your slick. The caress of his fingers were turning your brain to mush, and without thinking your hips began rocking against his hand, quiet whimpers and huffs leaving your lips.

A groan left his lips as he watched his beautiful girl grow dumb for him, so needy for him. Your cheeks were blushed, eyes squeezed shut with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your hips rut against his hand, shame far gone from the scene. Matsun's pants grew tighter at the sight, but he held himself together, trying to draw out the scene for as long as he could. He lived for the slow melting that happened with you, for the way you slowly let him consume you. He was addicted to you, addicted to the warmth of your cunny.

"Please, Daddy~". There it was. This is what he had been dying to hear from the moment he saw your hovering over your IV hand. He knew he needed it, the beautiful subby baby he adored. He needed the baby that needed her daddy to soothe her aching cunny. A breathy whine fell from your lips, and he could tell he wasn't satisfying you as much as you needed. He poor pup needed the extra clit stimulation to cum, but he wasn't satisfied with your current mind state. He needed to break you.

"You look so pathetic grinding on your patient's hand, pup. Do you hump all your patients, hm?" he scoffed, chuckling sadisticly at the heated huff that left your lips. He looked up at you, watching as a scowl fell on your features and your hips stuttered in self-abhoration. "Well~" 'O-only, ~hmph, only y-you,' you whimpered, reaching out to touch him finally. You hands found his shoulders blindly, and he grinned once more at his clever girl. He adored the intimacy of your shyness, how it placed him front row of a show no one else ever got to see. He needed moments like these, moments where he could absolutely wreck you. Still, he took his time.

"Puppy, look at me." As your eyes fluttered open, Matsun allowed a two digits to grace your spongy walls, caressing them in a tantalizing motion, causing a gasp of defeat to leave your lips. "There's my pretty little puppy," he praised, using his free hand to gently pinch your clit, causing your hips to rock frantically. "If you cum, pup, you will owe me several more," he scolded, feeling the way your angelsoft cunny squeezed him. "B-but, please daddy~" you whimpered, tears from frustration flowing softly down your cheeks. He almost creamed right there, watching you writhe with the impending fucked out physique and teary eyes. He knew he was all you could see, all you could feel. He consumed you, and all from a few simple touches. Seeing his pretty baby crying, so needy, that was enough to make his pants unbearably tight and tip beyond swollen and sensitive.

He couldn't relent any further, he needed to make you cum right here, in the position he fantasized about since he laid eyes on you and that silly IV arm. Your orgasm hit you like a train, creaming and whining all over him, tears flowing with every convulsion. When you came down, he slowly withdrew his hand, but you weren't quite done. He'd pushed you so far into sub space, you needed your daddy to be with you, to be in you. With teary eyes, you clambered into his lap, begging him to fuck you, to let you feel him stretching you.

"I don't know baby, that sounds like too much~" he relented, not out of concern, out of his sadistic need to have you dumb for him. he lived for being needed, and with every beg his cock twitched. You were so dumb for him, so silly. The tears kept flowing, and he kept using his thumbs to gently wipe them away, but you pressed on. Your hips worked down on him, and he hissed with each movement, loving how desperate you got for him. After little convincing and several tears, he spreads you open on the table. He thanks the IV dummy.

[vemuabhi]

Disney Romance - Brave’s Blue - 200 followers special

@holykillercake swan!!! Sorry for the wait! Thankyou for requesting! You know how much I love Killer, This story took a while for me to get inspiration and actually write it, but here I am with this! Please don’t keep high expectations, I may not reach them.

Pairing : Killer X Princess! Reader

Word Count : 3.6K

Warnings : Nothing but Fluff, a long ass fic written by me!

A/N : Yes Its the Movie Brave! I hope you like it! Its lengthy but please give it a chance! Its the story of our favorite Pasta Boy!

“Princess Y/N, its an honor to meet you. I’m Jason, prince of Goustvania, I’ve heard so much about you and your Kingdom”, Jason said as he looked at you. You both were in your garden which had beautiful plants and flowers.

“Prince Jason, don’t get me wrong but, as this is a formal meeting for suitors, and I would like to keep it that way”, the way you said it, made Jason to gulp. He was not a potential suitor and he knows that. By pulling some strings he made it to the list. There are many princes who wanted to marry you.

You were not only beautiful but were also the princess of the wealthiest Kingdoms. Not even a single death due to starvation was recorded in your country. As marriages are a part of a treaty, if a person could marry you, you’d definitely share your riches to help.

“So, I’ve heard that, your country is really big and has the absolute weaponry with a very powerful army”, she looked at the prince who was scared to even speak to her. But he didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

Putting on his brave smile, he said, “My country is beautiful and definitely has the most powerful machinery”, proudly he ended, only for you to nod in return by taking the silver cup in front of you. It contained the finest tea, which was brewed from the leaves of Assam.

“Prince Jason, but my resources say that your country is in the verge of war with another 5 countries. And in your last war, even though you’ve won, you’ve lost many soldiers. Is it true that you’ve been requiting many soldiers to compensate the loss”, you took another sip of the tea as he gulped.

“I also heard that you’ve already been engaged to princess Lucy from the snow kingdom. I didn’t hear anything about breaking your marriage”, Jason had chills sent up and down his spine because of the questions you were asking. Not even his friends knew about the information of him getting engaged to princess Lucy.

“I suppose that even she doesn’t know that you are here. The partner that I’m choosing needs to be loyal. I’m sorry but you are no longer a suitor. I’ll make arrangements for you to leave this place within a day”, you bluntly said getting up.

“Oh no, Please listen to me. I’ll break the engagement as soon as possible. Just give me anoth-”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself. Ive already made up my mind”, you replied sternly and walked out of the garden without giving him another glance.

You felt your mood was ruined after meeting him. ‘How can people be so disloyal towards their partner?’, you thought as you entered your chambers. It had blue curtains, blue carpets, a big blue bed. Simply said, it was a pastel blue aesthetic with also a touch of white to it. You had twenty minutes time before you had your next job to check the travel and trade matters of the country. You removed your closet before you plopped on the bed and closed your eyes.

Blue always calmed you down. That’s the reason why you wanted your room to be with blue stuff. Blue reminded you of the sky. The peacefulness was what you required in your hectic life as a princess, who is taking care of the country. As the King was feeling sick, you took the job on yourself and took care of the country yourself from the past two years. You knew the kings, princes wanted to marry you because of your country. Everyone was selfish and had the same motive. You were sick of this. You mostly tried not to meet princes and tried to dismiss the proposals. You wanted a person, who could love you and be loyal to you. To love the country as you loved. Would respect your opinions as a queen.

Little did you know, Prince Jason wasn’t happy with your decision. As he went to the house of the witch of your Kingdom. He sat before her and asked her, “I need a potion. A potion which can make a person to change, to go feral, like an animal”, rubbing his hands nervously he looked at the witch.

She asked no questions, just stretched her hand forward. He placed a bag of silver coins in her hand. The old witch went to her cupboard and took out a very small bottle with olive green liquid.

“Mix it in her food and it’ll do its job”, she mumbled and Jason started to return to your castle.

But little did he know, every single potion had a reversing effect. This potion was asked with a person with full intent to destruction, anger, greed. A potion was available to reverse the spell.

“My lady, my lady”, you heard a voice calling you so you opened your eyes and looked at the person before you. It was your butler Heat. You woke up with a groan and asked him, “How long have I been sleeping?”

“It’s been 30 minutes my lady, you are getting late to check the Travel and trades of the country”, he said sternly. You grunted as you sat on the bed.

“My lady, that’s not how a princess should behave and Oh lord!”, he exclaimed looking at the corset on the floor and walked towards the door, “Please dress appropriately”, he closed the door behind him.

“Damn corset”, you cursed as you picked it up. Heat was your head butler and also very skilled fighter. He talked less and worked more, a reason why you chose him as your assistant. He gave wise suggestions and always respected you.

You wore your corset with the help of a maid and went to your office to work again.

Being a prince, Jason easily slipped with the maids into the Kitchen, and saw the tray of food, which was supposed to be given to you, just before Heat could enter the place, Jason added the portion into the tea cup.

Like every day, as you were doing the paper work and Heat placed the tray of food in front of you. You took the cup of tea and savoured the fragrance. Before sipping it, you asked Heat, “Why were you late by 10 minutes?! You know how much I am addicted to tea”, your glossy eyes conveyed how you felt.

“Prince Jason was talking to maids in the Kitchen, so there were a lot of maids slacking off and not doing their respective works”, he replied.

“Is that so, then get him out of the castle as soon as possible”, you ordered and he bowed.

“By the way, don’t even think of skipping the work. Last time I had to do your work because you sneaked out”

“Tsk, how rude!”, you said to yourself as he left. You drank your tea with so much happiness and continued to work. Suddenly, you felt pain in your chest. You placed your hands on your back in an attempt to remove the corset. But even after removing the corset, your pain still didn’t subside. You fell to your knees and panted for air as you closed your eyes. Then suddenly your pain stopped. You opened your eyes and your gaze landed on your hands. Your eyes opened wide.

‘What the hell?!’, You looked at your torso and you noticed that you were not… normal.. You took the fine silver plate with your claws and saw your reflection in it. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You turned into a bear now. ‘But why? How?’, your thoughts were stopped with a knock on the door. Indicating Heat will enter now.

You didn’t know what to do, so you opened the window and jumped down it. If Heat was to see you, he wouldn’t even spare a second glance and Kill you as you looked like a bear and search for you. You slowly climbed down and escaped into the forest by not being seen by any soldier. You ran in the forest quickly trying to process everything. ‘Why? How?’, your questions weren’t stopping in your head.

You stumbled because of a rock in your way and rolled down into the deeper part of the forest. There you tackled some people in your way. You couldn’t stop rolling till you got hit by a tree in front of you. Clenching the side of your head with your claws, you slowly got up. You stood on two of your legs and cursed, “Oh Davy Jones! What have I ever done?”.

“What the hell?!”, you looked to your side and saw that you crushed 4 people and you saw a guy with a mask, standing a few meters away from you.

“Tsk, I hope I didn’t kill them”, you said and again the Mask dude flinched. You both stared at each other for a while before he spoke, “How the hell can you talk?”

Your brain took a few moments to process and then you gasped. “I can talk!!! I didn’t think I could talk! Hey Mask man, can you help me”, you asked and walked towards him only for him to swiftly take his weapons out.

You took a step back and said, “No! Don’t harm me! You don’t know who I am!”, you said as your back hit the tree. You maintained eye contact with the mask and hid behind the tree.

The man was very confused at your actions. He was actually about to fight some people but you crushed them to death. So he owed you one. He asked, “You shouldn’t harm me”.

“I won’t! And you also, please… don’t hurt me”, after hearing your request, he hid his weapons and walked towards you as you also did the same.

“How can you talk?”, he asked again.

“Oh! I am actually not a bear. I am a human, but I don’t know why I became like this. Please help me. I wanna turn back”, you requested.

‘The only reason why I am decided to help is because this bear crushed these jerks. But what it is asking doesn’t make any sense. Its way too much work’, he thought and said, “Too much of trouble. Do it yourself”, with that he started to walk away.

“No! Wait!! Please help me. If I go to any other human, they’ll freak out and I’ll be Killed. I am a human for real. Don’t leave me. If you were turned into a bear, you’d want to be turned back. Please help me, I never begged anyone in my life like this. Please understand”, you said as you walked beside the masked man. ‘Tsk… this stupid bear is kinda right’, he thought and stopped in his tracks.

He huffed, “let’s sit and talk”, he said as he sat on a big root of a tree and you sat opposite to him.

“Tell me clearly. How did you turn into a bear? Did you drink any potion or anger any witch by doing or saying anything rude?”, he asked you and you shook your head no.

“I didn’t even go to any witch and didn’t take any potion”, you replied looking down. “I never thought I’d turn into a bear. I’ve always taken care of the people around me”.

The man before you sighed and said, “Don’t be disappointed just yet. How much time has it been? Since you turned into a Bear”. You looked at him and replied, “Its been 3 hours, if Im correct. I’ve been wandering in the forest from more than an hour, and it took me a while to escape from my house”.

He hummed as he nodded and again asked you, “You said that you didn’t anger any witch but did you anger anyone in particular?”, he asked. You thought for a while and Jason’s image popped into your head.

“I… I rejected a proposal to get married and… the person was really mad at that”, you admitted.

“Did you eat anything, that person gave you?”, he questioned

“But after I rejected, I didn’t even meet that person again. I only got on with my daily tasks”.

“It doesn’t have to be given. Must’ve slipped something in your food”, the masked dude said and got up. He continued, “Let’s go, you must be hungry, Wandering the Jungle all by yourself”

You looked at him with a bit suspicion. ‘What if he kills me and sells my skin or make me a coat for himself’, negative thoughts started to run in your mind and he noticed how you were hesitating.

“Look, I have enough food thanks to the Princess. I don’t have any reason to kill you”, as he said it making your heart skip a beat.

“Okay…”, you mumbled and walked behind him to a small hut, which was inside the forest. Hiding from all the other villages. Apparently, he was a poor armorer, weapons specialist and also a former bandit. So, he didn’t want to be mingled with the villagers. He maintained few connections with some people who wanted customised weapons. Entering into his hut, you were mesmerised by the wide range of weaponry.

“Woah! You seem very talented, why don’t you work for the Princess? I’m sure she would love all your creations”, you said as the man washed vegetables and fruits for dinner.

“No way. It’s the palace. I’m sure there are so many people working for Princess anyway. Also… I’m a former bandit”, he confessed. ‘Why would a princess want a person like me in her castle working for her? I’d scare her’, he thought.

“Tsk… your talent is going waste. You would be really helpful to the army, they have been in need for weaponry and there might be a conflict with another country soon”, you replied as you took the apple and gobbled it in one bite. You were really hungry and were thankful for the food.

“Why are you speaking like you know all the things about the Kingdom?”, those words made you to choke.

“Rumours”, you lied as you drank the water from the jug leaving your claw marks on it.

“I’m sure the Princess will manage those problems in a blink of an eye”, he replied.

“Why are you so sure?”, you enquired only for him to sigh and lean back on the wall.

“Because she made the country enrich and developed the poor villages. Now people atleast can eat twice a day due to her. I became a bandit only because I had no food. But since I get food, I left that. But still some people are angry at me because of my deeds of the past”,”.

“Oh!! We have a fanboy here”, you teased him only him to trying to deny it. Even his neck was turning red because of your teasing.

“Did you see her?”, he replied by shaking his head no.

The next day you he wasn’t in the hut when you woke up. You started to search for him. Then you found him coming back.

“Welcome back! Where did you go?”, you enquired him as you looked at his mask. He noticed that you were walking on your fours this time. But the way you came towards him and greeted him, made his heart warm. He had never experienced such treatment.

“I met a customer to give his order to him. I also asked him about any witches he knew in the area”, he said and your eyes lit up with hope.

“I also met the witch and asked her about this condition, she said its cure able”, he ended and you cheered with happiness and rolled on the grass.

“YAY!!! Will she help? What should be done?”, you rolled again only for him to slip out a chuckle and stop it quickly. He himself was shocked at how you could make his sealed lips to talk more and also to let out a chuckle.

“She asked me to create something for her and in return she’ll give me the potion if she likes what I make for her”, he confessed. Guilt started to form in your heart. About how he had to work for her, to save you.

“I now need to think what she would like”, he said with relief in his voice and walked towards the hut.

After a lot of designs and dissatisfactions, you both started to eat. He cut his vegetables separately to eat them through his mask while you just ate them… well like a bear. Then you got an idea. Even if she was a witch, she was a girl after all.

“What if… you give her a blade, which can be hidden in her skirt?”, you managed to speak. You both noticed that your voice was getting hoarser than it was.

“I need to work quickly. I can’t fail you now. I guess the time is running out”, he sighed and added, “You are walking on your fours too”.

With in an hour the design was ready and the mask man started to create the new weapon for the witch. You went out and played with the butterflies as he made it.

After another hour with the beautiful blade, he stepped out of the place and waved you bye. You managed and said, “Thank… you”.

Now his time was slipping out and he had to be quick. He handed the weapon to the witch and she analysed it for a while and nodded her head as an approval with a satisfied smile. The masked man sighed in relief and took the blue potion which was in a small container. He quickly headed towards the hut in the forest. He had to save you as soon as possible.

By the time he reached home, he noticed that the hut was almost destroyed from the inside with many claw marks and the weapons were thrown everywhere. You were still in the house, emerging from the darkness. It was already evening and the sun was setting. He saw how your eyes seemed nothing like before. They were just like a wild animal. Before he could even think, you punched his face so hard that he flew and hit the wall. His mask broke into pieces because of the force.

Not giving up, he jumped on you and held your face tightly as he wrapped his legs on your waist. Your claws on his body hurt so much. Blood was dripping but he stayed like that. Trying to calm you down and call you.

“LISTEN TO ME! I KNOW YOU ARE STILL IN THERE! I GOT YOU POTION”, he screamed on the top of his lungs, as you tried to throw him away. But at last, you looked into his eyes. He had light blue eyes. Blue, was your colour. Looking into his eyes, you calmed down and stopped struggling. He took out the small container and opened the lid. He slid it into your mouth and patted your head. Soothing you down.

Slowly you could feel the change. The pain was inevitable. But you kept looking at those blue eyes of the man in front of you. That kept you sane and you closed your eyes and fell down on your knees. You opened your eyes, panting for air. You noticed that your hands were back to normal as well as your torso. Suddenly you felt a blanket over your shoulders. You looked up and saw the man with cheeks redder than any tomato you’ve ever seen. Your senses slowly got to you and that was when you noticed that you were… not dressed.

Pulling the covers even closer to you, he stepped away and walked towards the other room. He swiftly came back and handed clothes to you and without looking back he walked towards the main door and closed it.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were… a lady?” he asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were really handsome?”, you replied making him blush even more as you wore his clothes.

He wore a mask and agreed to walk you home. You apologised for messing his apartment. After you reaching your castle, he was absolutely stunned just as the guards at the entrance. He tried to leave but, you didn’t let him go. “Work for me, its an order”, you announced and walked with him still his hand in yours.

Heat was absolutely pissed at your behaviour and was surprised to look at the man beside you. “Who is this?”, Heat asked and you replied, “He is going to be our new armorer, I hired him and I want no objections from you”

“No objections huh? You leave the palace, dump your paper works on me, come back with a masked dude and demand no objections? Tell me what’s his name and where you met him?”, Heat inquired making you gulp. You turned towards him and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Killer”, he chuckled.

“Killer, I met Killer in the forest”, you said proudly to Heat as he shook his head and mumbled, “Unacceptable”. As for Jason, he thought he was scammed and never came across you ever again.

One Year Later

As you handled your paper work Killer stayed in your room to keep an eye on you. His work was exceptional and helped the soldiers to get good results in their weapon wielding. You glanced at Killer and said, “Killer why don’t we get married?”, almost giving the poor man a heart attack.

You knew he was turning into a tomato under his mask. “Killer, we have been dating since a year. Lets get married”, you said as you stood up from your place.

“Yes! Yes Lets get married”, he replied as he fiddled with his hands, head facing down. You placed a hand on his mask and removed it. Pulling him down you captured his lips with yours in a Kiss and smirked at your success. Now you were really marrying a person, who was kind, who was selfless, respected you, was loyal and also loved you to death.

XOXOXOXO

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[vakta]

a little update about what/how i am doing lately . . . .

to put it short: my therapist and my parents dont let me go to school or stay in my dorm so im staying at home for a few weeks (at least); should be recovering, but i dont rly have the motivation to do so, and my digestive issues make it even more difficult

to not put it short:

so im not allowed to go to school bc i badly relapsed. its not a recent thing, ive been slowly loosing weight since october, when after an actually really seriously-taken but still failed recovery attempt i kind of lost my hopes for full recovery. (i can still imagine it in the distant future tho... but to actually start doing it now.... ehh..)

one of the reasons bc of which i have failed is the pain which comes after eating a decent amount of food, a bigger meal, or even smaller amounts of foods that i avoided for a long time. i got fed up (lol) with this, and decided that i would pay attention to eat less to avoid being in pain afterwards.

not a great idea, my friends, not a great idea.

it works in the short term, but it only makes your stomach even more sensitive, and shortly you can barely eat without pain, your damn safe foods start becoming scary, and you just spiral spiral spiral deeper and deeper and deeper into this.

and yes, you loose weight but at what cost?? (i think this applies to any ed that results in weight loss tbh) the weightloss was one of the reasons my parents noticed that something is wrong with me again (or still, rather)

the other reason was the stress. i had become so so stressed bc of this, and not only this, bc school, oh my beloved, just cant fucking chill. what makes it even worse is that there are only 1 and a half years until university and i seriously need to make decisions in relation to my future, but i never find the time for this with the every other thing that is going on at the same time (looking at my biology teacher.. but also no, he actually cares about me i think; im just a perfectionist who takes everything personally, even if it is directed on those of my classmates who dont study shit and dont even care, and not me who literally learns every damn letter for his tests) also i have an upcoming chemistry exam in spring which i also didnt have the time to really start preparing for.

the dorm was just the cherry on top, with all those skinny girls, and the ones who could never not mention their diet or weightloss or even just be quiet during the 'silentium' (the compulsory study time in the dorm). my roommates were always having fun, noisily, happily, while i was sitting at my desk, barely keeping myself together, so so angry and so so SO jealous of them who could enjoy their time. which i didnt have. unerstandable though, they are attending different, less strict schools and/or are 2 years younger.

so living in that dorm and going to school was draining my time and even more my energy, my mental space, my sanity even, and i was spiraling, like badly.

im honestly so grateful for my parents for not letting me stay in that hell for any longer. i have been at home since last friday, and i honestly enjoy it a lot. i have much more time now, i can sleep enough and study without rushing. it is nice, i could even try solving a few chemistry exam sheets from the previous years and it actually went well!! im really glad :D

though ed-wise im not doing so good. the digestive issues are the biggest problem rn. being in pain for hours after a meal just discourages me from eating tbh.

my parents made some rules: i mustnt do any exercise, only a little yoga (less than an hour daily, just twice a week allowed to be an hour long), and i mustnt walk for longer than 30 mins. i think it goes without saying that i can easily break the time-related ones, but at least while doing so i know im not supposed to do that, and i stopped exercising which is progress in itself (not huge but hey). there arent any eating related rules. yet. i say this bc my mom always checks my weight in the mornings when shes still at home when i wake up, and she tells my dad, who will soon get really angry if i dont gain any. he is already angry for my complains about my stomach pain, he says he is never not in some kind of pain (he is 50) so really i should just get used to it. but my mom told me he had told her he thought i should see a doctor with this, so actually he does care about me a lot, he just cant communicate it. me coming home was his idea too. he cant stand seeing me destroying myself and he only wants the best for me, i know that.

i can only stay at home for 4 weeks (with this one) otherwise i have to repeat this grade. or decide to be homeschooled from now on. this wont be an easy decision.

all in all, ive been trying not to worry much in the past few days but soon its time to think about what i plan to do in the future. and i should do something about my stomach too, it cant keep going like this. so, a lot of things to do, but at least im in a calm, supportive environment now (my mom is the one who is always there for me and im super super thankful for her). idk what will happen, i hope things fall into place.

i dont rly expect anyone to read all of this, it was just nice to type it out, but if you did then congratulations now you know my current struggles more than anyone irl!!!! (okay maybe except for my mom, but still)