#this feels like im defusing a bomb

[lollich0p]

"Soft confirmed lesbian" it was a deleted tweet from one writer that no other writers corroborated, it's not any sort of confirmation at all, and chances are valve probably made him delete the tweet because it was misinfo.

it's also uncomfortable that you refer to it as "straight shipping" when (if I'm telling right from the current influx of Sc*utP*uling posts in the tags rn) the person in question headcanons both P*uling and Sc*ut as bisexual, and while I can somewhat agree with the concern of it attracting the wrong people, there were better and less biphobic ways to express that.

(Words censored so they don't show up as keywords in searches, because I figure you might not want that given how some people act about this stuff, slurs and dudebros and stuff)

My public response ig. Firstly I did not mean this to be biphobic I didn't know who i was talking about headcanoned them as bisexual. if we are even talking about the same person. (one of the downsides of being vague lol)

In defense of me saying "Soft confirmed lesbian" sorry for feeding off the scraps that get thrown to me. I didn't know he deleted the tweet either. Also we don't really have any proof one way or the other valve being the ones who made him delete it, i remember him getting a bit of harassment from it back in the day so it could also simply been because of that. (sorry ik thats a big nitpick but like there are other reasons lol) Also saying that it has no weight because none of the other writers said anything about it doesn't really make the tweet more or less proof. Once again I picked my wording carefully, i referred to it as a soft confirmation exactly because he was the only writer to say it. And her being a lesbian doesn't show up solidly in any cannon content. This is like a dumbledore is gay situation but in my opinion less shitty.

And I referred to it as "straight shipping" as that was what the original discourse was called. As sc*ut/p*uling was a very popular straight ship in the tf2 fandom when i first joined, expiration date making it even bigger than it already was. So jay saying he wrote miss p as a lesbian was kind of a big deal and a lot of lesbian fans took it very seriously (myself included for a while). So of course there was a lot of arguing and drama over it. Which kinda tainted the whole ship for me. And seeing the discourse get revived live on my dash with only input from sc*ut/p*uling shippers who were regurgitating the same arguements I and i'm sure other have heard before without any voices from people who HC miss p as a lesbian was annoying so I complained.

TLDR i don't really care one way or another about sc*ut/p*uling it's just a ship and it isn't hurting anyone. I personally just think its kinda mid and the discourse surrounding it is annoying.

Once again I am sorry I didn't mean for my post to come across that way, I was simply frustrated to see a pretty watered down version of the same discourse that been happening on here for years. So i decided to complain about it on my own personal blog with what i hoped to be as little context as possible to have it be brought back to bother the op or myself.

[aro-aizawa]

me, whenever i figure a plot twist in a 20 year old anime: oh wow i am SO big brained rn i am such a genius

me, two minutes later, conpletely blindsided by a major plot twist:

[klmt1]

im flossing again. feels good

[toastsnaffler]

what's even more embarrassing is that they're literally doing this to celebrate a mutual friend finishing exams earlier this week like this is not even remotely about me and here I am making it all about myself yet again!!!!! I feel so guilty

[snowcoveredsunflower]

Food delivery drivers: I love u, ur doing the lord's work and ur doing ur best and I appreciate u so much. Please stop leaving drinks and food on the top step right in front of the storm door that swings outward.

[cotarded]

i have fucked up this yeast in a way no yeast has ever been fucked up before

[chewwytwee]

I need to get better at the whole "The worst that could happen is they say no" thing

[pointlessfrog]

truly boggles my mind how some people don't lie in bed paralyzed with anxiety before every single exam even if it's exam number °5913

[tenacityreturns]

“i swear i’m not angry.” // aokaga ://

@ofmiracles 

i’m fine, he said, but he shouldn’t have had to. taiga storms into his childhood bedroom with familiar rage. the doorframe is used to slams and kicks but it shakes because he’s bigger now. taiga doesn’t see it. he hears daiki talking, saying it’s fine, don’t worry, chill out, come on, but he’s pacing his room now. goes to the window but the sun makes his hot skin warmer. he knows not to go to his closet because there’s a mirror and he can’t bear to see himself when he’s worked up like this. taiga stands by his bedside table. considers throwing his alarm clock across the room. grabs it! no, thinks better of it. before he can break anything, daiki finds him. it feels like an unfriendly grab at first: daiki latches onto taiga’s wrist as if he knows, too, that this distraction will save the furniture. but taiga turns to fight and remembers who is touching him.

daiki says something but, honest to god, taiga doesn’t hear it. he moves in close and lets his head drop on a hoodie-clad shoulder. his frown does not lessen, but his rage starts to subside. “i oughtta kick his ass,” he mumbles ruefully. it earns no reply. taiga tries again: “what if that pissed you off so much you broke up with me?”

“doesn’t matter; it didn’t,”

“you should be pissed off,”

“ ‘course i am, but not like that.”

taiga sighs. he never knows, at times like these, whether he’s just sensitive or if his dad is a piece of shit scumbag who literally doesn’t even care who his son is, or what his son does, as long as it aligns with his idea of a good life. focus in school, get a real job. uhhh. taiga’s so good at basketball that he’s dethroned literal high school prodigies? and he’s very confident that when he does give it a go, that the nba is within reach? he’ll earn millions as a sports star and live it up in every fucking city? how is any of that not a real job? but taiga would happily accept every disapproving nod, every dismissive comment, if it meant that his stupid father could accept that taiga’s gay. like, for real, he’s known forever and taiga really doesn’t think he’s ever tried to be otherwise. so if he’s never said he’s interested in women, how come his dad brought their neighbour’s geeky ass daughter round? as in, she was waiting for them with ice tea in hand when daiki and taiga came home? ugh! the scene was so mortifying. ( but at least the girl had been cool. when taiga had defiantly introduced daiki as boyfriend, much to dad’s horror, she set her glass down, said “just my luck! you two look great together,” and left. ) 

“sorry,” taiga lifts his head up, “about my dad, me, whatever. you’re okay?”

“yeah,”

“not angry at me or anything?”

“taiga,” daiki held his boyfriend’s face in his hands less in the tender romantic way, and more in the if you don’t get a grip-- way. “i swear i’m not angry. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“okay, okay,” he starts to untangle his arms but is unable to move his face away. he meets daiki’s eyes. “what?”

“i think you should say it.”

“what.”

“say i did nothing wrong. say my dad’s a dumbass idiot sometimes.”

“you say your dad’s a dumbass idiot,”

“sure. my dad’s a dumbass idiot. so’s my mom. don’t know shit between ‘em.”

“that ain’t true,” it really wasn’t the zinger taiga had expected it to have been. he starts to smile in his defeat. “my dad’s a dumbass idiot,”

“and?”

“my face hurts,”

daiki clicks his tongue and releases taiga’s face, but immediately draws in close and kisses his boyfriend’s cheek.

“i did nothing wrong,” taiga whispers and he believes it. 

“except when you fell flat on your ass earlier.”

“shut up, man,” they separate and he feels better despite the distance. taiga shoves his boyfriend, gets shoved back. “i don’t wanna stay here. let’s go to maji’s.”

“you gonna jump on a plane for that?”

“burger king then, shit,” he opens his bedroom door as if it wasn’t still reverberating from the last time it had closed. taiga forces himself not to think about that. the walls remember the words exchanged between father and son, but there is no reason to dwell on them. let them sit in between the bricks in the house’s stupid living room. let them paint the hallway walls that bleak shade of eggshell white. fitting, because for the next few days, everyone will be stepping on eggshells. this kind of tense atmosphere rarely happens in the aomine household. fuck this. but daiki asks some question he knows will distract the raging redhead, and by the time he knows what’s going on, they’re halfway to burger king and talking about something else entirely.

[northsealight]

how do you think Jason (or ak!jason) sees relationships in general? like would he be the type to have one night stands and dip LMFAOAOAO or does he need to be friends with someone first before pursing a romantic relation?? thoughts that bounce in my head :)

YOUR MIND. OHHHH YOUR MIND.

this is a thing I think about. SO MUCH . and im so excited to answer from an analytical AND wishful thinking lens

so. as much as the one night stand Jason imagines are fun to read (and write I bet!) I think any iteration of Jason avoids one night stands because of the THICK thick emotional barriers surrounding him- your honor in every universe he is a ticking time bomb that literally can only be defused over an immense amount of time (im just going to ignore RHATO!Jason because he is not real and quite literally the worst version of him) obviously he gets turned on but like. he doesn't do anything about it.

even making friends is hard because friends require. so so so much energy- I think he's gonna need to know a lot about you before he falls head over heels. being friends and CLOSE friends is like a guarantee before he thinks of you in that way!

but imagine the romance of it all... you getting used to his silence and slowly picking up on his body language- drumming his fingers on a surface means he's anxious, leaning all his weight on one side of his body means he's impatient, so on and SO FORTH! things that you never would have picked up over time if you weren't his friend first!!!

it's so charming how he slowly opens up to you too- one day he's telling you about how he actually sat down to watch that one movie you were raving about three months ago, and while he's talking you're stunned and thinking, 'did I tell him that? when did I tell him that?'

he's making an effort to trust you more as well-(which, in my humble opinion, is the biggest thing to him) he's actively forming plans to see you out in broad daylight, even if it's a ten minute walk with you to the grocery store or something. and maybe it's standing in the produce aisle with you crying with laughter over your dumb Jennifer Coolidge impression or maybe its the stupid fluorescent lights making his head feel foggy; but there is a quiet moment when Jason realizes that he's laid all his cards on the table, bare for you to see.

or something.

[ceilidho]

do you have any tips for amateur writers who are just stepping onto the scene? like for example i struggle with how to make sentences flow right, etc. i have so many ideas but i struggle to put them down. any advice? 💖

all jokes aside, i think there's no "right way" to get into writing. for me, i started when i was in grade 5 and i wrote the most batshit, unhinged, god awful stories in my notebooks that i would inflict like a punishment on my 5th grade teacher so she could correct it and give me feedback.

i think some new writers would do very well with taking a more step-by-step approach to writing, and start with rigid outlines and not putting too much unnecessary detail or poetic elements into their fics (like just get the skeleton of the story down on paper and slowly add more and more to zhuzh it up).

while other new writers might do better with a more chaotic approach - like write the exact scene in your head and stick to prompts/short drabbles before you slowly begin to try your hand at longer fics. it totally depends on the person, but i think you owe it to yourself to try both and see what works best for you.

(got a bit long, so added more below)

i, for instance, am in the latter camp (chaotically just writing short scenes and slowly adding more) because i used to try outlining long stories and then i'd wind up completely abandoning them because the amount of work i could see ahead of me would freak me out. i think writing short prompts actually helped my writing flourish the most!! (prompt accounts on twitter are the BEST for this imo).

flow is a tough quality to give tips on because it's an intuitive thing but it's also based on your style. one big tip i can give, and i don't know if this will be of help to you but it was a huge realization for me, is that most people tend to miss how big of an impact format can have.

what i mean by that is, if you're writing a road trip or a long winding journey, you can evoke that feeling by having your sentences be long and serpentine, like you're mirroring the characters on the trip. versus, in a tense scene (idk, maybe the character is defusing a bomb or doing something that requires precision and concentration), short, clipped sentence might elicit that feeling better. it's not just what you're writing but how you write, if that makes sense.

but when you're just starting, the top things to focus on are:

what are the characters physically doing

what are they thinking (if you want to write a more internal perspective; you can also stick to third-person objective narration, aka no internal dialogue)

expressions on their faces

what's in the room/space around them (useful for descriptions, setting the scene, and also doing a little "chekhov's gun" if you want - showing something that might become more important later)

i hope this helps!!! that "idk how to get this out and put it on paper" feeling never really goes away lmao if im being honest, but that's part of it. you're constantly learning and improving!!

[soggyriceee]

Uhm— I'm new around here so hello!!

Can I request for König? Can't get enough of him really—

Anyway, straight to the point.

So, basically. König and Reader had a mission together yada yada, then it's done— they go back but König realizes that Reader, uh sadly, was left behind and noone saw them—curse the shortness ong—and yaeh.

This can be either oneshot or HCS! You an also adjust this request to your liking jsjss

Thank you and have a good morning/afternoon/evening!

lost and found | Konig

hi anon, thank you for your request! I wasn't too sure if you wanted to go nsfw with this or kinda like a fluff/angst so I can def do a part two nsfw if you'd like hehehe. not proof read!

"Konig.. its kinda hot. im tired." you mumbled behind him, dragging your feet through the mud and dirt of the forrest. "keep up maus.. were almost to the safe house." he said softly, turning his head back slightly to give you a small smile. you sighed, nodding your head slowly.

you and your team had just come back from one of the most physically challenging missions you've had yet. some of the enemies men had planted multiple bombs scattered throughout the forrest, some close to civilization, some not. you all had spent the day finding them and defusing them. hopefully all of them. it was surely a scary mission, not knowing exactly how many bombs there were planted. but given the round area of where they were, it definetly did help.

but that didnt mean you weren't any less tired. being the shortest one there, your legs got tired and gave out easily. so much so, people often realized when you were present or missing. Konig had loved that though, how small you were. its one of the reasons you've become one of the best operators on this task force. your insecurity became a strong suit. but this insecurity often got in the way of your ability to keep up.

your ankles and legs were cramping bad, and you couldnt take another steep muddy hill. without realizing you began to slow down. you tried to call out to the team, but they were already much more ahead. "eh, I know what safe house they're going to." you said to yourself. finding a tree stump, with as little moss as possible, you sat down, grabbing your ankle in hand. you threw your boot off, sighing at the release. "god this feels so much better" you sighed, closing your eyes.

your hands worked on your ankles, relieving as much stress and tension as you could before getting back up. of course you thought Konig would be mad knowing you didnt stick with the group, but your safety and well being comes first. he was the one who told you so anyways.

standing from the stump, you stretched your back out, grabbed your gun that you had rested behind you and made your way back towards where they were walking. Konig was right in it wasn't taking too long to get to the safe house. maybe another 5 or so minuets walking.

there it was, the dark green brick house. no lights came from the inside, the door was closed. as you got closer you actually began to realize nobody was inside. tilting your head, you walked over to the heavy wood door, pushing it open. as expected, you were greeted with nothing. " what the fuck.." where could they have gone? this was the closest safe house, the one you all went to for each mission.

grabbing your walkie from your back pocket, you began to radio the team. "konig do you copy?" static from the other side. "konig do you copy?" you asked again, voice more firm. but again, radio static. thats when the panic began to kick in. where could they have gone? there wasn't many safe houses you knew of in this forrest, maybe it was new? you mentally cursed yourself for this, but began to relax. Konig would come looking for you. you knew he would. but how long will you be alone before he comes? what if you get attacked?

you grabbed your gun, opening up the mags. 2 left. it wasn't horrible, it was unlikely even if you were to get attacked. but there was nothing such as impossible, at least thats what you believed.

looking around the safe house, you quickly began to realize there wasn't a lot in here for survival. walking over to the sink, you pulled on the lever. brownish water came out. so that was no longer an option. food was limited but available. what were you expecting? just by the look on the outside of the house you could tell this house was old, probably way before even Konig became apart of this team.

you grabbed one of the bags of chips and made your way to the surprisingly not moldy couch, grabbing one of the magazines from the glass table. " Hot Topics of 1999".

yea, this was an old ass house.

~~

Konig searched high and low for you in the large house. he hadn't realized her loss in presence until they all grouped up in the large living room. of course he didnt panic at first, believing you had just fallen asleep in one of the rooms since you were complaining about your body hurting earlier. but when 3 hours had passed and everyone else was up, eating dinner, he grew more than worried. he grew anxious.

he jogged up the stairs of the house, searching every single room twice, then three times. you simply were not there. Konig was not one for showing emotions, but this time he couldn't stop his chest from rising and falling fast, his breath catching in his throat each time.

grabbing the dresser, he bent over it, trying his hardest to calm down. "she's not dead, she's not dead." he said to himself. but how could he prove that. you'd been alone for hours at this point, and as the leader of this team, he felt like he failed you. he felt like he failed your relationship.

of course, he knew you'd disagree with him immediately, but he wouldn't allow it. his job as a leader and boyfriend was to keep you safe and protected. he had promised you the night he pulled you into his room, kissing you without giving you the moment to think. " im never gonna let anything happen to you.. ever." he said softly. and now, look.

that anxiety turned into a mix of anger as well. he lifted his head, wiping his teary eyes and making his way back downstairs. " im going to look for our Lieutenant. stay put dont leave this house unless the rescue team comes. am I understood?" he spoke into the room, cutting off everyones conversations. they all nodded, watching Konig grab his night vision goggles, weapons and some food, shoving it into his backpack. " do you need help sir?" one of the men asked. but Konig just walked out the house, ignoring anyones offer for help. he wanted to save you, keep you protected. that was his job.

~~

night fell and you slowly began to loose hope. rescue teams always come the morning after and it was sun down at this point. sleep was something you did not get, your own anxiety keeping you up. you kept calling on the radio but got no response from anyone. how far could they even be? its impossible they've already left without you, right?

for the first time in a while, you began to cry. you were a touch person, inside and out. emotion was something you didnt show too often, another reason you were such a good member of this team. but the thought of being left alone in a forrest, a country you aren't the most familiar with. it worried you. it worried you more that you'd never see Konig again.

thats when you decided to get off you ass and stop waiting to be saved. you'd find your way to them, one way or another. you began to search the house for real now, hoping to find any ammo possible. you found more shotgun ammo than assault rifle. figures. but you lucked out in finding one mag in the bathroom.

suiting up, grabbing the rest of what snacks were left, you made your way out into the forrest. you looked around, trying to figure out which direction they could be in. but honestly you had no idea. it was dark, the flashlight clipped to your gear was a tiny one, only able to light up a small path. who knows what you could run into? or who?

but you were determined to find your people and get home. get home to Konig and never let him go. you began to walk, looking behind you, clutching your gun to your chest. the grenades and smoke bombs would only bring more attention to you, but you brought them anyways. just in case.

~~

you felt like you'd been walking for hours in a straight line, no turning, no going back. and you had yet to encounter any weird sounds, movements or figures. until of course you saw a mini fire, no tent or person. just a fire.

at first you thought it was a good idea to go and see if there was any food, water or even just a person to help you. but then you remembered your safety training. ' never, I mean NEVER, approach a random fire in the woods if lost. you dont know if it could be us, a trap from the enemy or a crazy person. its better to play it safe and seek shelter elsewhere." you'd remember Konig telling you, only you in fact. it was wrong, but he would tell the others to take the more dangerous route in situations like this. but with you, he didnt. he always 'played it safe' with you. and at first you didnt take offense. but, when he pulled you onto his lap, he smiled, saying ' I give you the safest route because id rather pick up your living body than your dead one, meine liebe." he whispered, eyes darting across your face.

and so you made the choice to keep walking, not looking back to see who it could possibly be, hoping to soon find your team and the warehouse they were in.

~~

Konig hadn't heard the footsteps at first, his head pressed against the tree stump. he was dozing off, so tired from his hours or looking for you. but just when the footsteps began to disappear, he woke up. he rubbed his eyes quickly, scanning the dark forrest. the fire helped illuminate the space around him just enough to get to see a small figure and a dim light walking away from his little camp. he knew it was a dangerous move making a fire, but he did anything he could to help you find him.

and so, without even thinking, he took the fire out, grabbed his gun and gear, following after the figure and hoping his night vision goggled would help him. he hadn't the perfect eyesight, but he was able to see exactly where the figure was going with the help of the slowly dying night light. that had to be you, who else could it be. and he knew yelling your name would not only draw attention to him, but it could scare you. you could run off in the opposite direction, once again loosing him.

so, as quickly and quietly as he could, he began to jog. he pressed his gun to his chest to stop the rustling of it, trying his hardest to jump over any tree branches large or small. he was so determined to see you. he had no clock on him, but he could assume it was late late in the night, maybe even early morning. you'd been alone for hours and hours on end and he couldnt help but tear up when he thought about pulling you into his arms, holding you and never letting you go.

but he was so caught up in the fantasy, he hadn't realized this figure had stopped. when he did realize it, he stopped immediately, freezing on the spot. he didnt want to charge the person, mainly because he didnt want to get shot. so he watched as they turned around and he realized it was you.

~~

you heard shuffling behind you, only getting closer and faster. your heart began to pump in your chest and you immediately felt sick. you were a trained military lieutenant for crying out loud. but, forrest was rarely something you needed to deal with. never a situation where you got lost alone in the dark forrest either.

so you stopped, the shuffling stopping soon after. gripping the muzzle of your gun, as well as the trigger, you turn, holding it up. you tried to put on a brave face, but the tears of fear did not hesitate to make their presence known. your chest was rapidly moving up and down, your heart going 100 miles per hour. you had no intention of shooting anyone or anything, but in order to keep yourself safe you had to.

"w-who is there" you whispered out, hoping to get a persons voice rather than an animals voice. " liebe.." a voice whispered back. you swallowed, shaking your head. that wasnt Konig. you were truly going crazy now. he'd been at the new safe house, not even realizing you were gone yet. he wouldn't come back just to look for you.. right?

but when a gun was thrown in front of your feet, accompanied by a knife and pistol, you looked up into the dark. " its me.. please tell me your okay" it was Konig. his accent was hard to miss, let alone the nickname. it was him, and for the first time in the last 12 or so hours you've been alone, you'd felt the safest you'd ever felt.

~~ he tossed his gun over, along with a pistol and knife. he'd do anything for you to know it was him. and he'd do anything to get you in his arms again. " its me.. please tell me your okay." it was silent for a bit before hushed cried came from in front of him. he pushed his night vision goggled off of his head before running over to you, pulling you into his chest.

your arms immediately wrapped around his figure, your sobs muffled into his chest. " im here now liebe.. im here. ill never let you out of my sight again." he whispered, his arms hugging around your head, pressing you deeper into his chest.

~~ Konig and you never separated the following morning. you both decided to keep pushing forward as the safe house was only another mile and a half straight. " I shouldn't have stopped. im so sorry" you said into his neck, still wiping away the tears of happiness and just worry. Konig had refused to let you walk anymore, saying ' you've done enough walking. let me take care of you."

" no liebe. i should've listened to you and stopped. im so sorry we lost you. the old safe house was one we'd been directed not to use since there wasn't much in there. thats why I brought you those." he said nodding down to your hands. in them, was a sandwich he took from the house. and he refused to let you share any with him. " there will be more for me at the house. I hope. you need to eat more than anything." he said, turning his head away from the sandwich anytime you offered.

" please.. it'll make up for loosing me in the forrest." you smiled, batting your lashes up at him. this earned a chuckle from him, a slight head shake following. " how about I make it up to you some other way, hm? for now, enjoy that for yourself." he said, winking down at you.

a blush covered your face, your head hiding in his neck once more. he chuckled at your reaction, pressing a kiss to your forehead. " I love you, liebe. so much. ill never loose you again." he said, looking forward. the warehouse was coming into view now, the large plot of land lit up by the house lights. it was kinda a dangerous, risky place to have a safe house, you began to think. but then again, you all were miles and miles into a random forrest, who would really find you?

the sky turned a dark blue, birds chirping in the trees. you assumed it was maybe 4 in the morning now, yawning at the thought of it being so early. " we're almost there maus. then we can sleep together." he smiled, another kiss pressing to your temple.

and he kept to his word. when you both got inside, your team was all waiting anxiously in the living room. " captain! we were so fucking worried, we were all about to go and look for you both." one said, running up to greet you both, the others following. you smiled at them all, loving how attentive they were of you both. " are you hurt? or hungry? we can make you both some food." another called out, handing you both two water bottles.

" thank you guys but we're fine. we all need to sleep, the team will be here in about 3 hours." Konig said, patting the back of one of the men. you hadn't realized it, but your shoes were covered in mud, and you could only assume how dirty your body was. groaning, you looked up into Konig. " I feel gross so im gonna go shower first." you said, handing him the cold water bottle. he nodded, smiling down at you. "okay maus. ill be up shortly."

that shower was one of the best you'd had. the feeling of safeness and warmth from the water. knowing Konig was right downstairs. knowing your team was downstairs. you felt like you were being dramatic, and a bit cliche, but you hadn't felt more grateful for a group of people in your life. not more than this moment right now.

you were so caught up in thought, you completely missed Konig slipping into the shower behind you. "oh you scared me!" you gasped, slapping his chest. but he just looked down at you, his eyes staring deep into yours. it sort of scared you, considering it was a look he'd never really given you unless you were in trouble. " k-koni?" you whispered, waving your hand in front of his face. but he only moved closer to you, trapping your body against the wall. his hand rested beside your head, the other beside your waist. " i.. cant stop thinking about losing you." he said, his eyes drifting down.

"Koni it was an accident. what matters is im here now and safe. we can all-" "no. I failed, as a leader. as your boyfriend as your guard as- as.. I just failed you." he said, shaking his head angrily. and it was kinda cute, seeing him so worried about you. so protective over you. " Koni you also just saved me.." you said, your hand reaching up to his face. but he shook his head, looking back into your eyes. " maus please.. let me show you how sorry I am."

| agh so slay, I hope this was good! like I said if you doo want another part with smut lmk bc I will write that for sure. but this was cute and I liked it a lot, THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR REQUEST <33

[dogcoding]

for one of my classes this semester i have to make a presentation about an old story from my country right. so i chose george and the dragon. and i literally feel like im defusing a bomb right now trying to pick an image for one of my slides that isn't vore art

[virgilisspidey]

im pretty busy with school right now and i have seen stufff a lot of stuff about your au and raph feeling guilty and no leo but i dont have the time rn to read your chapters........if i may ask....what happened to leo- why is raph guilty (i need spoilers) i want to know this and i want to know this now! pleeeaaaassseeeee

This blog is already full of spoilers already lol, but i'll explain what happened before the start of Two Souls one more time for the hell of it.

So!

Leo died in the mutagen bomb incident that caused the Mutant Apocalypse in the season 5 episodes "Raphael: Mutant Apocalypse", which is (an alternate i think) future where the Kraang dropped mutagen all over New York and the world, causing an Apocalypse that only left no humans left on earth.

In Two Souls, instead of getting caught off guard, the brothers planned ahead and defeated the Kraang once more, but New York was still devasted by bombs they didn't manage to defuse.

And Leo died during all that.

It also happened like a hours before their mutation day too, which is sad to think about since people now remember that disastrous day as "M-day" or "Mutation day"

Ironic how they alqays used that term to celebrate another year alive but now it's to remember those that they've lost

[webginz]

minesweeper is so scary i feel like im defusing a bomb. my hands are sweating...

[brandycranby]

hi brandy!!! happy weekend! 🥰 do you have anything fun planned? i hope you can relax and get lots of rest 🧸🧺🛌

this is sooo soft and reading it made me feel cozy ��� smartie raccoon!reader hehehehee i searched up raccoon facts and found that they're excellent learners + can also remember the solution to problems and use it again years later! (source)

so i present to you my thoughts 👉🏻👈🏻: steebie and raccoon!reader sharing the sunday paper! 🗞 steve starts with the front page and raccoon!reader tackles the crossword puzzle first 😁 she's intelligent with a great memory and her finishing time is always impressive ofc 😌 she loves the praise pouring out of steve when they check the answers together 🥹

also this is us making biscuits ☺️🤍

eeeee hi tt 😊🫶🏻✨💕 i'm having a nice relaxing weekend speed-knitting a sweater. i have a big brunch date planned with a friend on monday so im prepping for that too ☺️ gonna do my nails

I LOVE UR HEADCANON 😖😖 smartie raccoon has my whole heart... gasp steebie calls her that!! she's his little smartie pants. and she's sooooo smart too!! an unfinished list of things raccoon!reader is capable of:

crosswords!! other word puzzles!! ofc that means she has to have a lot of trivia knowledge. this means she loves to read and absorb EVERYTHING. from reality tv to wikipedia articles to national geographic reports 😌

memorizes recipes and kitchen tricks!! loves to learn about obscure dishes and likes cooking in bulk bc it makes her feel safe and also bc steve eats sooooo much, truly the love of her life

(tho she can go off recipe bc her raccoon instincts cry for chaos and innovation)

learns how to defuse a bomb from crime dramas. she learned. no one knows how but steve's not keen on letting her try it out

remembers everyone's passwords hehe numbers and letters are her specialty after all. this means she can access everyone's streaming services mwahahaha

all of this intelligence means she has to be occupied in order to not be stressed out. this can be her handcraft project of the week most of them are on hold and lying around the compound or her video games!! she has so many, a lot of survival games bc she's very good at that and categorizing things, keeping tabs on food and water levels etc 💕

heehee ty for inspiring me 🫶🏻💕💕 us making biscuits bc we should be comfy and soft all the time yes yes wishing u a very dis tonight 😚