#I normally would not care but this is like. absurd levels of Not Thinking At All

[venacoeurva]

...I know people in this day and age think any collaborative effort can fix things, often despite reality (ex. the MULTIPLE tumblr blackout protests over the last like 10 years across different owners of tumblr that didn’t change shit),

but I think going out of your way to buy things from tumblr en masse as a “well then they’ll be profitable and won’t have to change things to resemble profitable sites!” as if the CEO/higher ups are personally going to see this and not AT MOST just go “oh we made money, sick, Anyway.” is just. the most naive and frankly 5-year-old level of problem solving unrealistic idea if you think about it for more than 5 seconds. People are just so blinded by naive optimism it’s painful.

Staff isn’t going to see your purchases and go on a full redemption arc and restore porn in spite of payment systems’ massive stigma against it or Apple’s restrictions and never ever try to mimic Twitter or TikTok again, or whatever the fuck you’re expecting, they’ll keep focusing on shit tweaks that resemble other sites because those are what keep investors who think they know tech and user wants hooked and they think new people from other sites will come over for that instead of the fact these people are typically escaping those kinds of features.

Staff isn’t your friend, their vying for support like they’re your buddy who is hitting hard times and has been here holding your hand all these years is deliberate corporate marketing, they’re an arm of a corporation that spits in the face of LGBTQ+ people and especially black people for daring to post about themselves while touting themselves as The Queer Site! A diverse site! Look at this AMA we’re doing with someone about Black History Month! and you’re doing nobody a service when you’re unintentionally rewarding a service for getting worse because they will not know nor care about your motives, they just care that they got money and will continue making it worse regardless of you. They’re a corporation, not a small business ran by 10 people who are trying their best. People throwing money at Staff already encourages them, let alone when you buy into the weird parasocial shit they try with us which will continue as they see success with that method.

Like the mere idea of everyone buying the crabs to gift to make the site profitable is just unrealistic (especially in this economy with such terrible inflation and in NA there are issues with the weather and fires, on a site that mostly consists of groups of people who are typically low income or unable to work???), it feels very much like the gofundme pages people set up to raise money for celebrities who have debts who will be fine regardless and definitely don’t need your help. Corporations and CEOs are not your friends, they never will be. They do not care about you and they’re not some poor uwu victim of circumstance.

TL;DR half-assed blackouts aimed at companies that don’t care (that I have seen over and over) and “cr*b day” type efforts are incredibly dumb and will change nothing, and they will not change anything, just encourage them since they see they’re making money during their current marketing schemes, if they notice at all. You pitying them like they’re a poor innocent person is exactly what the corporation wants.

If you want to make a difference give that money to an artist or lgbtq+ people who basically get flagged as mature for Existing, or people who get their posts flagged for criticizing the site, or something, someone who gets screwed over by this site on the regular. It will do far more good than that whackadoo type pipe dream and sit down and think for a second, please.

#I normally would not care but this is like. absurd levels of Not Thinking At All #grown adults saw that post about this and went Yeah!!!!!! #how the fuck did someone go ''we should ALL buy crabs to give tumblr money!'' as a solution to shit corporate decisions and it get as big #as it did. Do you guys THINK #or does staff really have it wrapped around your parasocialized finger with humanizing them like a suffering entity who is so so poor #vena vents #not art #And that's a good faith interpretation that the person who suggested the crab thing aren't friends with a staff member or are one or some #shit #we've seen people on or know staff doing some shit to subdue criticisms (especially by trans and black people). I don't trust that #That as a thing that mysteriously gets slapped everywhere on here makes me narrow my eyes #Apparently judging by others comments about it the OP suggesting it is also a pr*lifer and a lot of the people boosting it are bigots so. #enjoy supporting a cause ran by people who want you dead ig

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I know Sukuna is already kind of yandere but do you have any jjk dude yandere HCs?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. TURN IT UUUPP!!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Yandere Gojo is the type of Yandere to be in heavy denial of it

No, he's not obsessed with his darling! Don't be absurd!

He just feels an unbridled rage whenever he sees them talking to anyone else. He just feels the overwhelming need to protect them. He just doesn't want anyone else to ever touch them ever. He's not obsessed

He's the jealous type. Don't let him catch you flirting with someone else, he'll send their head back to their family as the centerpiece of a floral arrangement 

But, he's also extremely good at hiding all of this. You think he's just a normal kinda goofy guy. 

He invites you to stay the night for one night . Then asks you again. And again. And eventually, he stops asking

Hey, isn't it weird he knew what shampoo you use without having to ask? Crazy

Gojo is the type that just wants his darling's love and affection. He's willing to do anything to get it.

You don't even realize you're his captive tbh. You find it a little weird that he's literally always by your side and won't let you go out alone. But that's normal relationship stuff, right?

The only way to make him hurt you is by trying to leave him. At that point, you've lost leg privileges.

And of course he's crying and apologetic, begging you to forgive him after. But like, he still broke your fuckin legs 

And you notice that the front door has a padlock on it now. One you don't have the key to. Door has a lot of locks now actually. And your phone is missing. Oh no.

He still swears he's not obsessed btw. He's just protective 

So protective his own son (Megumi) can't even be around you. In fact, he doesn't even know about you. 

 In conclusion: there are worse yanderes, but I sincerely hope your legs recover well

Suguru Geto

Is crazy and he knows it.

He knows he doesn't feel love the way a "normal" person does. He feels obsession. And honestly, he's ok with that! 

You're the first person to take his obsession to this level though. He's never felt anything this strongly. How exciting!

Suguru is the type of yandere to kill your SO and frame your best friend. Fuck all of those who are close to you, he hates them. He wants to be the only shoulder you cry on.

He doesn't try to hide the fact he's kidnapping you either 

You try to leave after spending the night with him ONCE and he's just like "Where do you think you're going Darling?"

You have no rights. You're not leaving his house, with or without him. 

He’s jealous to the point that the thought of another guy even seeing you makes his skin crawl, no you can’t go to walmart!

The scary part is that he knows what he’s doing isn’t ok. He knows it’s not normal, he knows it won’t earn your love. Quite the contrary, he knows it only earns him your ire. But, he doesn’t care.

He just wants to be close to you. He doesn’t need you to love him. If you do get Stockholm Syndrome that's great but it’s not his end goal. 

His end goal is to possess you. Which, he now does! Score! Everything else is just a bonus

All of that being said, as long as you stay in his good graces, he would want you to be comfortable. He doesn’t cherish the thought of you being sad (unless you piss him off) so he does spoil you just a bit.

Like, you’re not getting electronics or anything (beyond maybe a tv) but he would make your favorite foods, or make sure you have a comfy bed and nice clothes ect.

Again, all of that is contingent on you being a good little darling for him. Act out and he has no problem putting you in your place. (he’s not nearly as bad as Sukuna though..)

In conclusion: We’ll miss you bestie

Kento Nanami

The term “casually obsessed” comes to mind

It’s little things he does. Like leaning in a little too close when he helps you with something on your computer, or looking a little bit too agitated when you start talking about your new SO.

He’s not going to dirty his own hands to get rid of your other romantic interests. Who do you think he is, Gojo? Nay nay. 

He has other, arguably more violent, ways to make people he doesn’t like go away. Not that you would ever know.

To you Nanami is gentle and kind, if not a little bit over protective. To everyone else, he’s a cold asshole who's not above passive aggressive insults. 

Even when he eventually kidnaps you, he manages to use an injury as an excuse to get you to come stay with him. So he can take care of you! No other reasons, obviously. 

But, even after the injury heals it seems he always has another excuse as to why you can’t go. There’s always another threat, some danger only he can protect you from. 

He talks so rationally and calmly it’s hard to think of anything he says as anything other than fact. You also start to get anxious to leave without him. He’s filled your mind with all the horrible things the world has instore for you, you don’t want to be in the world anymore. That’s when he knows he’s won.

Nanami isn’t going to hurt you, ever. But, he will give you the silent treatment. Or quietly take away your comforts that he’s allowed you. Or, if you really fucked up, threaten to kick you out. And just how long do you think you’ll last without him?

Genuinely Nanami is so good at this whole manipulation thing, he doesn’t have to worry about you trying to escape. Why would you? The world is scary and wants to hurt you. Need proof? Look at your previous injury.

Nanami has made your mind a waking hell where he is the only bastion of hope. A prison where his conjugal visits are the only thing keeping you going. You’re actually more anxious when you can’t see him because what if something happens? He can’t save you.

For this reason alone Nanami is the scariest/most fucked up Yandere here cause HOMIE. HE TOOK YOUR FUCKING MIND AWAY FROM YOU, LIKE, WHAT-

Imagine having Kento Nanami fuck you up so bad you’re cool with being kidnapped. Couldn't be me. 

….That’s a lie it could definitely be me.

In conclusion: He took a perfectly good darling and gave em anxiety!

Ryomen Sukuna

Can you hear it, Reader? Can you hear the maniacal laughter? This man is a demon. Literally. 

Sukuna is not as self aware as Geto is, he thinks his obsession is love and he defines love as possession. He needs to own you. The universe would feel deeply wrong and disjointed to him until he has you locked away in his temple with a pretty collar around your neck. I’m so serious. 

The other guys like, wait for a reasonable time to kidnap you, or for a convenient excuse to get you to their house. Ryomen finds that pathetic. The moment he comes to terms with his feelings for you, he’s grabbing you. Doesn’t matter if it's in the middle of the day with 1000 witnesses and you’re kicking and screaming, to the temple with you.

This is probably around the time you find out why your dating life has been so, well…bloody. He’s been slaughtering them. Look! He even used their bones to make a throne for you, just like his! He is so good at this boyfriend thing.

Why was he killing them before he even was fully aware he wanted you? For fun. Duh. What else would he do with his Saturday nights?

Genuinely is a little confused when you don’t love him. Did he fuck up the courting ritual or something? He’s unbothered by it though. He doesn’t need you to love him, right now. You’d learn with time, one way or another. 

I should say Yandere Sukuna als views love as devotion. It’s why he does need you to love him eventually, he needs you to be as devoted to him as he is to you. He’s giving up a lot of himself to be your boyfriend, couldn't you try to be a little more understanding of his feelings in this?

Don’t worry about seeing your family again. He noticed you getting depressed when you started to miss them. So he disposed of them. No, he will not elaborate on what that means. You both already know.

Please please please, don’t piss him off. I’m begging you. Sukuna is not above any form of physical violence to put you in your place. 

That includes leg removal if you try to escape. No I did not say break, I said Removal Ryomen Sukuna does not fuck around. 

At first, you’re going to think he fucking hates you ngl. You’re going to be CONVINCED he only kidnapped you to piss someone else off, not for himself. Because he’s either mean, dismissive, or violent to you. 

It’s not until you’ve been in his possession for a minute and get to know him that you realize “Oh shit, this is his form of love.” When you notice that he doesn’t strike you without reason like he does with literally everyone and anything else. That he actually listens when you talk, no matter how passively. That he treats you like a living thing. A pet, yes, but still a living thing. 

Honestly I always imagine Sukunas temple being in the middle of nowhere, so you weirdly enough have more privileges with him than some of the others. Like, you have access to the temple's garden and such.

That's about as far as comfort goes at the temple though. It's always cold and impersonal, and just because you can identify Sukunas, and I put heavy quotations around this, “love” doesn’t mean it feels like love. Yea, the creature comforts and spoils of the temple are nice but, it’s not human connection. You’re gonna have to play Ryomens game for that. 

In conclusion: You were warned bestie, I keep saying this man is Chernobyl level toxic. 

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #yandere sukuna #yandere geto #yandere nanami #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #sukuna x reader #satoru gojo #suguru geto #nanami kento #ryomen sukuna #yandere x darling

[itshype]

Triple Threat (DC x DP)

So, this is based slightly on this prompt I wrote! Here is the link to my DC x DP masterpost, and one of my last notfics I posted here was Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood where Danny and Vlad try to manipulate and mansplain their way out of trouble with the JLA. So, Danny and Billy are brothers. Maybe they're twins separated at birth, but I prefer that they bonded at some other point, maybe they adopted each other after meeting on the street. Danny's parents said they didn't care he was a halfa, but their behaviour changed so much because they were utterly incapable of hiding their fear of him. He ran away. Billy was at this time, already living on the streets.

They 'come out' to each other on the same day revealing their powers out of brotherly love and unconditional trust - not as an accident. And you know what? Trans Rights! They can come out that way too. At this point, Billy is working with the justice league and Danny is spending a lot of his time in the Zone. He is the king, but mostly his job is to be a key judicial figure as the 'only dude who can pretty much beat anyone up' and has a lot of friends there. Hey, the sovereign ruler of the ghost zone was locked up for thousands of years and nothing really seemed to happen so I can't imagine he'd have a lot to do day-to-day. Actually, instead of sleeping on the streets they both spend most nights in the Zone in Danny's Haunt (though I'd imagine Billy also sleeps frequently at the watchtower because the pair of them are quasi-immortal homeless children who also somehow have fulltime jobs that pay nothing. And the watchtower has a kitchen). When I think of Danny's personality displayed as a physical location, I think it looks like a little suburban street lined with weird ghostly trees growing sentient flowers. There's a nasty burger though it's empty of employees and food; they still use it as a dining room. His actual house (ghosts don't need one but I still think Danny would have one) is moderate in size and charming. But it has defences built in, to the same absurd level as home alone or that live action scooby doo film https://youtu.be/2x7W225iC88?t=62 where there's a trapdoor under the doormat. There's a park across the road (which is always empty of cars but has a pedestrian crossing anyways) with purple grass and some plants that are only vaguely carnivorous. Every now and then, Billy helps out Danny with some magic tomfoolery in the Zone (you cannot tell me Aragon's amulets or Desiree aren't magic over and above normal ghost shenanigans). In one of Billy's first ever team missions he calls Danny as backup. He barely knows these people and he knows he won't be able to do his best hero-ing when he can't fully trust them to watch his back. Phantom doesn't end up having to do much because the JLA members are nice and trustworthy, but he is physically and visibly there. At the conclusion of the mission, following a nice orderly debriefing, Wulf comes to pick up Danny to get Walker back in line. This is a point where there are only a few JLA members, but Batman carefully adds "Brother/Twin??: King of Ghosts - The Phantom" to Shazam's file and begins investigating ecto-activity. A few years pass. Enough that Billy’s and Danny’s lives get a lot busier. Billy is doing some non-traditional school shit (I refuse to google the laws around out-of-school younger-age education in a foreign country for a city that doesn’t exist) and Danny is now working in a space agency. He obviously can’t be an astronaut because of the required physical -which he would not be able to pass - and he is busy with king stuff often enough that going into space for half a year isn’t really do-able. I think his Jack Fenton genes might kick in and he bulks out just a tad. It took him a year to be able to look at his ghost self in the mirror because he looked like Dan’s scarier big brother.

The justice league stop some evil invasion but in the process disable a giant spaceship that is now floating, untethered through their solar system. The aliens had been prepared for superman so there is artificial kryptonite meaning he cannot just punt it into the sun. They contact some space scientists to help them figure out how much of a problem this floating object will be; if it will affect future space travel attempts, if it could crash into the moon or Earth itself, if benevolent alien visitors in the future could think Earth was full of deranged murderers if they came to visit and encountered it.

Every agency they contact recommends one guy.

So, Shazam has need of his cool older twin Danny to come and help out with this problem! He is visibly thrilled and eventually admits that Daniel Nightingale (he wasn’t going to add to the prestige of his parents name or risk dragging his career down with their shenanigans) is his brother.

Only a couple of the original members remember all those years ago that Marvel has a brother they’ve met and that’s who they’re expecting when Danny arrives with his team. Of course, the magic ghost is a good option for a dicey mission. But no, it’s Danny. He does a great job and there’s a lot of content here. But after Danny and Billy leave, Batman holds a meeting to update JLA members that have only been around a few years. Apparently, Captain “the champion of magic” Marvel, and Phantom – the king of ghosts are triplets with Danny “Just A Guy” Fenton.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #billy batson #danny phantom #danny fenton #mine #notfic #justice league #the justice league

[rinrinx2]

Can we have rin and yn taking renzo to their first day of preschool or even dropping them off at daycare <3

Hope you like it!

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First Day

Rindou x reader

Warnings: None

"Do you have hat on?" You asked for the millionth time since you had gotten into the car.

"Yes mommy" Renzo replied cheerfully, not noting your stressful mood, and nervous habits occurring. All while Rindou sat peacefully in the driver's seat enjoying what would be the first trip of many dropping his son at preschool.

"Relax (Y/N), his only going to preschool not the military" Rindou said his eyes peaking quickly at you before his attention going back to the road.

"How aren't you worried Rin. It's his first day, what if he thinks we're going to be in class with him? What's going to happen when he realizes we not? You know how he needs tight hugs when he cries whose going to give it? Huh Rin" you said ambushing your husband with questions that any person would think was absurd.

With a calm expression on his face Rindou leaned slightly back eyes still on the road as he began to talk.

"Renzo you do know that mommy and daddy won't be with you in preschool" Rindou said to the Renzo.

"I know daddy" Renzo replied his eyes glued to the outside view of the window.

"You're not going to miss mommy and daddy?"

"No, I'll see you later" the young boy replied nonchalantly.

Rindou's head snapped in your direction with the biggest 'I told you so' smirk. Big enough that you wanted to smack it off your husband that his head would knock the steering wheel.

"See theres no need to stress (Y/N)-chan"

"Fine you're right but I'm just worried about him. Its normal to be concerned" you said in you defence of your nervous about your sons first day at school.

For the rest of the ride you sat silently, trying your best to not let your nervous devour you alive. While your husband drove happily with a smile, merrily humming a tune without a care in the world.

"You ready?" Rindou asked as the car came to a holt. The massive school now in full view.

And you tried you best to remian calm. You watched as Rindou exited the car as he walked around the it to help Renzo out.

"I'm gonna eat my sandwhich in class now" Renzo giggled out as Rindou carried him to the front of the school, as you got out of the car following them quietly trying your best to not let your emotions out.

"You can't eat it now, you've got to keep it for lunch time" Rindou explained to Renzo.

Rindou gently placed the young boy on the ground, crouching down to his level to fix his uniform. Rindou began fixing his jacket and shirt collar, making sure he looked his best.

Rindou looked over his sons appearance one more time, taking in how much bigger his son was now. It felt as if only yesterday he was running after the small Haitani to eat his vegtables. Suddenly the sight of his son felt like to much, as Rindou realized that his child was growing up a bit to fats for his liking, but still he was not going to admit that at this very moment.

"You're a big boy now" Rindou said as he gulped hard.

"So, listen to your teacher and do your work"

"I will" Renzo said with a smile.

"And try to make as many friends as you can"

"Yes, Dad I'll try"

"And" but just as Rindou spoke the bell for the start of school rung loud and clear.

"I've gotta go now dad" Renzo said as he looked back at the school doors, as the last bit of children walked through them.

"I just wanted to say I love you" Rindou said as he watched the little boy zoom away running towards the massive school doors.

Rindou stood up, feeling the tears brim his lashline and how hot his face felt as he watched his son leave.

Rindou turned himself around, now facing you, with his tear stained cheeks and pouty lips, while you stood dry eyed. Just as you were about to comment on who was the more emotional parent you saw the image of a small boy running in your direction.

"I love you too Dad" Renzo said as he hugged at Rindou's legs, before he quickly made hsi way over to you hugging you legs even tighter.

"I love you, Mom. See you later" Renzo said before he quickl made his way back to the school doors, where his teacher stood with a smile waiting on him.

You felt the tears forming in your eyes but quickly blinked them away, as you looked at Rindou. But your husband was now crying full massive tears as he blubbered away.

"His so big now. Does he have to start school. I'm going to miss him. He needs me (Y/N)" Rindou said as he walked over towards you placing his head on your shoulder as he cried away.

"We need to go fetch him, what if he gets hurt, what if he thinks we're going to go to his class and sit with him now (Y/N)-chan"

"Relax Rindou, his only going to pre-school not the millitary"

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All rights resevered to @rinrinx2

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[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Five)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N:

It’s so odd for me to write something other than a slow burn. Slow burns are what I’m known for and I’m demisexual so that's how I live my life lmaooo But with this story, it just worked out this way and Act Two is kinda a slow burn as they reconnect and shit? My other Ghost stories I’m working on are slow burns though. 

Placebo - I Feel You (Depeche Mode cover)

I feel you

Your sun, it shines

I feel you

Within my mind

You take me there

You take me where

The kingdom comes

You take me to

Lead me through

Babylon

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your heart, it sings

I feel you

The joy it brings

Where heaven waits

These golden gates

And back again

You take me to

Lead me through

Oblivion

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your precious soul

And I am whole

I feel you

Your rising sun

My kingdom comes

I feel you

Each move you make

I feel you

Each breath you take

Where angels sing

And spread their wings

My love's on high

You take me home

To glory's throne

By and by

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your precious soul

And I am whole

I feel you

Your rising sun

My kingdom comes

It had been a Friday night when Simon had met Charlotte, Saturday when he’d gone to her place, threatened her ex and fucked her over the sink. They wound up spending the rest of Saturday in her bed, not being able to get enough of each other. The sensation was new to him, never one to even go back for seconds but he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d ended up staying Saturday night, waking on Sunday morning with her bundled in his arms. He found he liked it. 

He hadn't had nightmares once in her presence, something that confused him but he decided not to question. It was a relief and he’d never been so well rested, but now it was Sunday night and he knew he’d have to go soon. She'd casually mentioned earlier in the day that she had work the next day and he didn't think she’d want him loitering at her place when she wasn't even there. Wasn't like he was expecting to move in with her after knowing her for one weekend, but the idea of going back to his cold and lonely apartment made the beating lump of flesh in his chest turn to ice. 

The idea of sleeping without her warmth next to him, of waking alone. He felt like he'd been given a rare gift, something precious and now it was being torn from him. He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn't help it. There was this weird level of uncertainty about what would happen when he left. Would he ever even see her again? He’d give her his number but would she use it? What if that was it? He’d given her what he promised to, what if she was bored? So many utterly depressing questions ran through his head as they sat side by side on the couch, the tv on. 

He wasn't paying attention though, too deep in his own mind to care about what bullshit they’d been watching to occupy time. It hadn’t felt awkward here with her at all, it all felt so normal, like they were meant to spend each waking moment with each other. It all felt so absurd and he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He didn't want to leave, but he had to and if he was honest, he’d rather get it over and done with. The longer he dragged it out, the more likely it would be that he wouldn't leave and wind up making a right tit of himself. 

“I should get goin’,” he muttered, trying to sound unbothered as he glanced at her. He didn't miss how her brows furrowed when she looked at him, not even hiding her disappointment. It made the simmering pain in his chest dull a little. Maybe he wasn't the only one feeling this way. God he fucking hoped he wasn’t. She opened her mouth to say something but chose against it as she nodded, forcing a smile he didn't believe for one second as she stood up. Did she dread being away from him too?

“Will I… Will I see you again?” she asked quietly, her voice meeker than he’d ever heard it and it sent a shot of relief through him to know she wanted to see him again too. Poor thing looked at him like she was bracing herself for the worst. As if he’d tell her to go fuck herself or something. 

“Do you wanna see me again?” he asked, feeling like he knew the answer now but wanting confirmation. Her cheeks turned that pretty pink he was fond of as she glanced away, nibbling her lower lip. She looked so shy, timid, but then her bright eyes turned to him with resolve in them as she nodded. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. 

“Then you’ll see me again, love,” he murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch and it made his heart beat all funny again. It did every time she responded to the smallest of touches he gave her. 

“I know it… it probably sounds really stupid ‘cause we met a few days ago but… I really like having you around,” she admitted, and his brows rose a little. He envied the balls she had on her to come out with that despite clearly feeling insecure, something he noticed seemed to run bone deep in her. He’d change that soon enough. But her words brought about a seering warmth that burned him from the inside out.

“I like havin’ you around too,” he confessed, eyeing her fondly as she smiled her pretty shy smile. Fuckin’ christ, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his fucking eyes on. He felt blessed just to look upon her, let alone touch her. 

She turned on her heel without a word and he watched curiously as she wandered over to the bedside table. She grabbed a phone he’d never seen her use, tapping on it for a moment before walking back over to him. She handed it to him with a sheepish smile and when he grabbed it, he noticed she had opened her contacts for him. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest when he saw the only contacts she had in her phone were Jessica, Ethan and her Boss Sylvie, who he only knew was her boss because it was in the contact name. She really had no one? She didn't have any of her family in her phone? 

His heart squeezed tightly as he tapped in his number and name. Deciding to take matters into his own hands and be a bit of a cheeky fucker, he went into her messages and opened a new message, sending himself a text of gibberish just so he had her number. That way he wouldn't have to wait for her to contact him first. It was bold but she just snorted, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes twinkling. 

“Don't trust that I’ll contact you?” she asked amused and he shrugged with a scoff.

“Not leavin’ anythin’ to chance,” he smirked and she laughed lightly. The sound filled up every empty crevice of his entire being and he soaked it in, wanting to memorise the sound before he left. He pocketed his phone, watching her chuck hers on the coffee table before he glanced toward the front door. It was already getting late and he knew he should leave her be so she could do whatever it was she needed to do for work the next day.

“Alright then, love,” he sighed, giving her a small smile. She nodded, walking to the front door and he followed. He lingered in the open doorway for a moment before he grabbed her hand and tugged her towards him. She yelped in surprise but it turned into a smile as she blinked up at him with those doe eyes. He leaned down, nuzzling her nose in that way he knew she liked before placing a soft kiss to her lips. 

He’d meant it to be tame, not wanting to start shit he couldn't finish before he had to leave, but then the minx slid her hands up his shirt, splaying them on his bare chest underneath as she deepened the kiss. He grabbed her face, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he tried to get every bit of her that he could like a greedy bastard. When he pulled away, she looked drunk almost and he loved that dazed look he could put on her face. 

“See you soon, yeah?” he rasped, voice hoarse as his eyes darted all over her face. 

“See you soon, Simon,” she smiled warmly at him, moving away from him and finally allowing him to tear himself away from her. He really, really didn't want to leave. He blew out a breath as he forced his legs to move, not able to look back at her as he descended the steps outside and into the alley way. 

As he made his way to the bus stop, he thought about the weekend he’d had. Hardly expected that, had he? A simple night at the pub with Tommy turned into something he wasn't quite prepared for. Charlotte had been a whirlwind that had torn through everything he thought he knew but he couldn't find himself bothered about it. It was a little scary, being so uncertain about things, feeling things he wasn't used to, but he wouldn't change anything. 

Was this what it was like to meet someone you cared about? Had Tommy felt this way when he’d met Beth? It all felt so surreal. God only knew how Tommy would react when he found out, Simon wasn't sure if he was ready to tell his brother yet. He was excited, wanting to gush about the crazy little brunette he’d met that had upended his entire world, but it still felt too soon. Still felt so fragile, like a small breeze would make it dissipate. He didn't want to get too invested, didn't want to tell his brother just yet because that meant it meant something. And if this didn't work out, if she got sick of him after a week which he wouldn't bloody blame her for, then he wasn't sure he could cope with other people knowing about it. She’d be his little secret for now and he’d see where the hell this thing went. 

When he got back to his place, the quiet grated on him and he clenched his jaw, huffing as he slammed his door shut. He could still smell her perfume lingering in the apartment and as he stomped to the bedroom, the bed was still unmade, rumpled from where they both got out of bed on Saturday morning. It was unfair to miss someone he hadn’t known that long and yet he felt the ache down to his fucking bone marrow. 

He set his phone on the nightstand, willing himself to not text so soon, lest he look like a desperate fool and probably scare her off. He settled on having a scalding hot shower to try and melt his tension away. It took him about half an hour before he got bored and felt no better. Padding out of the bathroom, he went back to his bedroom, grabbing some clean sweats and putting them on, not bothering with a top before he turned the tv on in his room. He never liked sleeping in the quiet and on bad nights, he’d put on the tv at a low volume just to have some noise in the background. He lay on the bed before he caved and grabbed his phone and he was surprised to see a message already waiting for him off Charlotte.

'Missing you already <3'

Before he knew what was happening, he realised he was smiling like a fucking idiot. It was such an odd sensation for him to smile so wide. He was never much of a smiler, nor a laugher. As he got older, beat the shit out of his dad and kicked him out, he found himself smiling more. Found himself a little more relaxed than he had been when he was younger and scared. Found himself laughing with Tommy, with Beth, even his mum. But nothing was quite the same as the level of warmth plaguing his chest right now looking at such a simple text. 

He felt… happy. Genuinely happy and not the fleeting kind that would happen when someone told a stupid joke or he watched something that amused him. It was a kind of happiness he’d never experienced before and he was helpless to stop it. How fucking terrifying was it, then? Getting so attached to someone you only knew for a few days. Was proper mental is what it was and he knew it. Happiness was a weakness. It allowed yourself to be open to get hurt, gave you a big gaping weak point that could be pressed and abused. Yet when he thought of the pretty girl with the dark hair and bright eyes, the fear was outshone by another feeling. A blooming excitement that made him tingle all the way down to his toes. Not the horny kind either, although he couldn't wait to get his hands on her again, but he was just excited to see her again. Was excited to hear her laugh, to see her beautiful smile, to hear her cheeky comments when she had a surge of confidence. There was just something about her that made him gravitate towards her, like she was a magnificent planet and he was her moon. He was pulled into her orbit and he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. 

He pursed his lips for a moment, eyes reading and rereading the message over and over as if he’d find the secrets of the universe in the letters. He realised then that she’d sent it over twenty minutes ago and he felt a jolt of guilt at making her wait. Hell, if he’d had the balls to text her first and had to wait that long he was pretty sure he’d be climbing the fucking walls. Part of him felt so unsure of himself in this new territory, he wasn't used to this. Fucking texting a girl, hoping to see her again. On one hand he was scared of putting her off, scaring her away if he was too much. But then what if he wasn't enough? She’d made her interest clear, been open and honest with him like the angel she was. She wasn't leaving him second guessing that she wanted to see him again and he decided to pull deep inside himself for some confidence. If she was brave enough to admit it, then he could fucking text her and be honest.

'Miss you too. Going to sleep without you isn't quite the same'

Before he could overthink it, he hit send, locking his phone and resting it face down on his bare chest. He blinked tiredly at the ceiling, the shadows cast from the TV dancing across the cream expanse. He always felt out of sorts when he was on leave, never really knew what to do with himself. He spent a lot of time working out, refusing to let his body go, needed to be in tip top condition for when he went back. But he didn't have a job when he was on leave, didn't really have anyone to spend it with. He’d see Tommy when he could, even popped around to see Beth sometimes when Tommy was working, or his mum. Other than that, his days were spent doing little else but wasting away alone in his apartment. 

He wondered how Charlotte would react if he turned up at her work one day for lunch. Wondered if she had a little uniform or not. Wondered if she’d treat him the same as all the other customers or give him a little extra treatment. He wondered when her days off were, if it was just the weekend or if it was some kind of rota. Wondered when he’d get to spend a whole day and night with her again. He was broken from his thoughts when his phone buzzed on his chest. He tried to temper down the excitement buzzing under his skin as he unlocked it. 

'I should have locked you in, then you'd have no choice to stay. I’d employ you as my own personal teddy bear but I could only pay you in bacon butties '

Something fluttered in his stomach as he read it, that smirk still pulling at his lips as if they'd been threaded with string and a puppet master was toying with him. She'd wanted him to stay. Should he have left? He could have just stayed again, maybe get up with her in the morning and gone home. He cursed himself for jumping the gun like he had, worried he'd be in her way and annoy her. 

If anyone else had called him a teddy bear, he might have wanted to deck them, but this was Charlotte and he found a pleasant warmth enveloping him. If she wanted him to be her teddy bear, he'd gladly do it. He'd be anything she fucking wanted him to be as long as she smiled at him like she did. As long as she made him feel like he mattered. That he meant something. 

'Wouldn't have protested too much if you wanted to keep me prisoner, love. Although payment in bacon butties doesn't sound bad, don't think it could count as payment if I've got to make them myself'

When he sent the message, he turned over on his side feeling his eyes getting heavy. He forced them to stay awake though, not wanting to miss a reply. His sleep schedule was usually pretty solid, wanting to keep it strict so it wasn't so jarring when he went back to work. He didn't really do late nights often since he was always up at 6am at the latest to start his morning workout. The routine has been disrupted this past weekend and he found tiredness settling deep in his bones. His phone buzzed in his hand and he blinked rapidly to clear the sleepiness out of his eyes.

'You can't offer to make bacon butties just to throw it in my face, sir. That's an incredibly unkind thing to do to a lady'

'You're a lady?'

' :o fine, maybe I'll just be really busy when you want to meet up. Maybe I should be someone's else's good girl instead…'

He knew she was pressing his buttons on purpose, bantering with him, but he still felt something run right through him that burned red hot in his veins. Before he could process what his tired brain was doing, he hit call. It only rang once before she picked up. 

“Hello, Simon,” he could hear the smile on her voice and she sounded adorably sleepy. He could just picture her wrapped up like a little burrito in bed, her cherubic face poking out the quilt. He longed to be there to witness it. 

“Tryin’ to wind me up, sweetheart?” He rasped, his tired voice sounding even lower than usual. She hummed softly down the phone and the noise soothed something in him. 

“Is it working?” She asked cheekily and he chuckled, moving to lay on his back. His eyes traced the ceiling, looking at the spot where the paint was peeling slightly. He hadn't cared enough to fix it. 

“What do you think?” He asked sarcastically and she snorted down the line. 

“Glad to know it's so easy to push your buttons. You shouldn't worry though, I'm you're good girl,” he could hear her fucking smirk through the phone and he groaned, throwing his spare arm over his eyes.

“You're evil, you know that? I'm too fuckin' tired to deal with a stiffy right now,” he huffed, willing his dick to calm itself before it got too excited. 

“Well… if I was there I could have dealt with it for you,” she replied easily and he almost whined. Almost. 

“You sound knackered, love. Don't think you'd be in any state to deal with anythin’,” he remarked dryly and her pretty little laugh floated through the phone and it didn't help his current situation. 

“Guess you're right. But I could just lay there and let you do all the work. Let you use my body, take what you want from me,” she seemed bolder when she was tired, or maybe this was just how she was. Shy one minute, a brazen minx the next. Either way, her words affected him more than he'd like to admit. Wasn't sure if that made him a bit sick in the head to get off on the idea. Of holding her down and using her pretty little body for his own pleasure. He did enjoy the thought though, very much so. But then again, she must have too or she wouldn't have said it with that silky soft tone. 

“You like that idea, sweetheart?” He drawled, his breathing heavy as he tried to ignore the heat stirring in his lower belly. Tired to ignore the ache of his cock that had been spoiled this weekend and now felt neglected. He really was too tired to deal with it. He heard her little sharp intake of breath, could picture her cheeks all pink and pretty for him. Her wide eyes, bright blue hidden by the black of her pupils as they overtook them. 

“Maybe…” she replied, now sounding shy again. Had she realised the dirty little secret she shared with him in her sleepy state? He stored that information away for another time. 

“You should get some rest, Lottie. You'll be dead on your feet in the mornin’,” he murmured softly. He didn't want her to be tired at work. She let out a little noise, a mix between a hum and a whine, telling him she didn't want to end the call as much as he didn't. It soothed something in him to know she was in the same boat as him. Made the whole experience a little less scary. 

“I guess,” was she pouting? Sounded like she was. 

“Get some good rest, yeah?” He sighed, not liking the painful tugging in his chest at the idea of hanging up. 

“I'll try, you too. Goodnight, Simon,” she said softly.

“Goodnight, love,” he replied before forcing himself to hang up. He didn't want to become one of those couples that did the whole ‘no you hang up’ bullshit, but he was starting to understand it. Starting to understand all the stupid shit he'd been forced to witness when Beth or his mum had a fucking romcom on. Not that he and Charlotte were a couple anyway, not yet at least. He'd never had a girlfriend before and the idea of having someone to call his own was a foreign concept. He'd never really desired it until now, but he wanted her, wanted her completely, wanted her to be his. 

She was driving him fucking mad. Like some kind of siren, luring him to a rocky death with her enticing call that he was powerless against. In a few short days she'd managed to worm her way through a crack in his walls, taking up residence in his hollow chest and warming it up in ways he didn't think possible. He was well and truly fucked. A realisation that was only solidified when he woke up the next morning to a mess in his bed after he'd rut against the mattress in his sleep. 

It was Wednesday. It had been three days since he’d seen Charlotte but the pair had established a routine. They text each other throughout the day, although Charlotte’s responses were a bit sparse and unpredictable. She wasn't allowed her phone at work so she snuck a text to him when she got the chance and he was grateful. When she’d get in bed, knackered from a hard day's work, she’d give him a call. He enjoyed their little chats as they got to know each other better. All surface level stuff really, but it kept it safe. 

He’d got to know quite a bit about her. Favourite colour was sage green and she loved earthy tones. She loved to read, her favourite being Grimm’s fairy tales. She’d briefly mentioned how she’d used it as an escape after stealing the book from the library when she was young. When he’d try to pry for more info, she’d clammed up and he realised her past was a sore spot. He knew that all too well. 

Found out she loved Italian food, bolognese being her favourite. She loved to make art in her spare time and had designed all her own tattoos herself. She told him she’d recently got a tablet and was doing digital art and she liked it better, was able to correct mistakes a lot easier and had every colour at her fingertips, she’d said. Her favourite bands were Placebo and Nine Inch Nails, the former being the ones to own the quote inked on the inside of her left arm. 

She loved plants but struggled to keep them alive, she’d called herself a well meaning plant killer and it had made him laugh. She said that's why she stuck to succulents, she was less likely to murder them. She had a thing for the weird and macabre, collecting oddities and curiosities like taxidermy shit. He felt like he was collecting little fragments of her, tiny puzzle pieces to make up the bigger picture of who she was. He adored hearing her ramble about the things she was passionate about. 

He’d been itching to see her again, but everytime he worked up the courage to ask about seeing her at work or after work one day, he wound up not saying anything when he heard how tired the poor girl was from work. He didn't want to bother her, yet waiting for weekend was dragging painfully slow. He only had until Sunday before his two week leave was over, then he’d be back on base. Usually he stayed there at the barracks since he didn't really have a reason not to. He only really used his apartment when he was on leave if he was honest, but now, feeling like he had something worth coming back for, he wondered if that would change. 

Fulwood Base was in Preston, 45 minutes away on the train from his place. It had never been worth the effort to come home when he was done at 5pm everyday or on weekends when he was off so he’d usually stay in his assigned room, just hang out on base. He couldn't imagine that now and he was just glad his base wasn't even further away. It wouldn't be hard to get the train back to Manchester when he wanted to see Charlotte and he knew he’d be staying home on the weekends now. Unless he was at hers.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t get her out of his fucking brain like a worm that had eaten its way through his grey matter to take residence in his skull. Three days was far too long for his liking so he decided to make an executive decision. He was going to visit her at work. Wasn't like he had anything else better to do anyway other than sit around and be bored and lonely. He figured mooching around town wouldn’t hurt him, look around the shops a bit since his mum's birthday was coming up and then grab a bite to eat at the Cafe where she worked. He was a little nervous about how she'd react to seeing him but he was a brave man, he was in the army for fuck sake, he could do this. 

He had a small bag in his hand from Warren James, got his mother a nice silver bracelet. He’d also ordered a cooking set, a bunch of pans and shit that she’d had her eye on from Argos. He wanted to get her more but the woman didn't really want for much. He eyed the door to the Cafe, watching some people eat and drink at the tables outside before he looked back at the door. He’d never been inside, wasn’t sure what to expect as he pushed open the door. It turned out a lot nicer than what he thought, nicer than the typical cafe he’d been to now and again. There was a small area on the level you walked in on with tables all full, then there were about six steps to take you up to the main area. Looked more like a restaurant than a cafe in his opinion. 

He trudged his way up the stairs, eyes darting around as he looked for Lottie, but he couldn’t see her as he moved to sit at a small table in the corner. He watched as other servers all bustled about, all dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt. he presumed it was the uniform. He fidgeted with the menu in his hands, not really paying attention as he desperately tried to find her. She came out the back then, a smile on her face as she expertly manoeuvred around the tables with two large plates balanced in her hands. She had the uniform on and her hair was in two plaits either side of her head with a few stray bits framing her face. She was fucking beautiful. 

She stopped at a table with an elderly couple on it, too far to hear what she said but close enough to see her pretty smile as she spoke to them. She looked up then, as if some gravitational pull was tugging at her, and when her eyes met his, she froze for a moment. Dread seized him, wondering if he’d made a mistake, wondering if he’d crossed a line, but then a blinding smile took over her face and she practically bounced her way over like a kid excited on christmas. 

“Hello there, sir. What can I get you today?” she asked brightly, a cheeky smile on her face that made him feel all hot from the inside out. 

“Not really sure, any recommendations?” he asked with a raised brow. He didn't think it possible but she seemed to smile harder as she leaned her hands on his table, lowering her head down to him a little.

“I hear the Charlotte’s pretty tasty,” she smirked and he almost choked on his own breath at her remark, chuckling as he tilted his head at her. Cheeky little thing she was, he loved it.

“Is that right?” he drawled and her eyes twinkled mischievously. She leaned in, surprising him with a kiss. He hadn't expected any PDA, was never really a fan of it but he didn't even know what they were. A one night stand that wouldn't end? Friends with benefits? It was all too soon to tell so he hadn’t expected her to kiss him in her work place like this. Like she wasn't embarrassed to be around a man like him. Like she wanted to show him off. And fuck, he didn’t mind one bit. 

He grabbed her face before she could pull away, kissing her deeply and allowing himself to taste her, explore her mouth as he’d missed her these past few days. When she pulled away, she looked dazed and cleared her throat with pink cheeks. Almost done him in when she bit down on her lower lip, looking at him through her lashes like some demure little bird. She was lucky he didn’t bend her over the fucking table and take her for everyone to see when she was playing coy like this. 

She moved to plonk on the seat in front of him then, giving him a little smile.

“In all seriousness, you’d like the steak if you're hungry. If not, the sandwiches are good for lunch. It's all pretty good,” she shrugged, resting her chin on her hand as she fluttered her lashes at him. She looked so happy to see him and it warmed his dead heart. 

“I’ll have the steak then, love. And a coke,” he nodded and she grinned, grabbing her pad from her breast pocket and scribbling the order down. 

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she smiled, jumping from her seat and hurrying into the back. 

He felt far more relaxed now, knowing she wanted him here, that she didn't have a problem with it. It made him feel better that he could drop in and see her when he wanted. The kiss had made it all well worth it. She came back out after a few minutes and he watched her flit around behind the counter, grabbing a can of coke out of the fridge and then pouring it into a glass with ice. She wandered over, glass in one hand, cutlery in the other and she set it all out in front of him. When she was done, she hovered next to him for a moment as she toyed with her hands.

“Do you wanna see a movie this Saturday?” she blurted and it caught him off guard. Was she asking him on a date? If she was, that was embarrassing, he was the one who was supposed to ask her. Seemed she had more balls than him once again. 

“What movie?” he asked, cringing internally. He had no idea why he’d fucking asked ‘cause it didn’t really matter, did it? She could ask him to watch a sickening romance movie with her and he’d do it with a smile on his face if it meant he got to spend time with her. She shifted on her feet and chewed on her lower lip.

“Final Destination 3 is coming out and I really wanna see it,” she shrugged, trying to act like she wasn't fussed but the blush on her cheeks told him otherwise. He’d never seen the movies but he knew about them. Shouldn't have been surprised she liked scary movies, although he was sure they wouldn't be his idea of scary.

“I’d uh… I‘d like that,” he admitted and instantly, her face lit up like the sun on a rainy day and he felt like he was free falling. 

“Great! I’ll check the times and stuff and let you know,” she beamed and he nodded, excitement curling low in his belly at the idea of going out with her.

“We could get food after… if you wanted,” he suggested and she nodded eagerly.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she grinned.

“Charlotte!” The pair looked over as an older woman looked at her expectantly and Charlotte blew out a sigh, practically pouting at him.

“Gotta get back to work. I’ll bring your food out when it's done and don’t leave without saying bye, yeah?” she asked hopefully.

“Wouldn't dream of it, love,” he replied with an easy smile and she bit her lower lip with a smile before flitting off. He couldn’t help but watch every time she floated around the place, giving out food, taking orders, tidying tables. It didn't take too long before she made her way over to him with a large plate in her hands.

“Here you go, one steak,” she set it down in front of him. It looked fucking delicious and his mouth watered at the sight, his hunger making itself known tenfold. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smiled up at her, making her smile back.

“You're very welcome,” she grinned before she was off again. 

He enjoyed his food, devouring it in a way that would put Charlotte to shame when she ate his bacon butties. Was one of the best steaks he’d ever fucking had and he made a note he needed to come here more often, not just for his girl. He was absolutely stuffed and leaned back in his chair, once again watching her easily move through the place. When she caught his eye, he gestured with his head and she hurried over to him.

“Take it you enjoyed it then?” she asked with a knowing smirk as she eyed his very empty plate.

“Was delicious. Compliments to the chef,” he murmured and she smiled to herself.

“I’ll let him know. He doesn’t get people bothering to thank him often so he’ll appreciate it. I’ll grab your bill for you,” she was off again with his plate and he watched her go behind the counter, grabbing his order ticket from where it was pinned up. She grabbed a pen from the counter and scribbled something onto it before making her way over. She set the receipt down on a tiny little plate and he picked it up, snorting a laugh as he read her little scribble.

‘Taste of Charlotte - £0 ;)’

Reading the total on the receipt, he grabbed the money from his wallet, making sure to leave her a tip as he put the money on the plate. He pocketed the receipt as he stood from his chair, grabbing the bag of jewellery that had been by his feet. Charlotte blinked up at him now he was towering over her and she gave him a pretty smile. He used his spare hand to cup her cheek and her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Hopefully I’ll get a better taste this Saturday, yeah?” he purred and smirked at her sharp intake of breath. He moved away just enough to eye her, watching how she flushed a deep pink, how her pupils dilated. Such a responsive little thing she was. 

He leaned in, capturing her lips without care for the audience. He couldn't help it, no one else mattered but her. She clutched his shirt, pressing herself closer to him as she kissed him back greedily and he had to hold back a moan, reminding himself they were in fact in public. At her place of work no less. He forced himself to pull away, didn't fancy having blue balls until this weekend. He had to wind his fucking neck in. She hummed softly, blinking those dazed eyes at him with a smile painted on her lips.

“Can I still call you later?” she asked and he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Be disappointed if you didn't, love,” he replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb before he reluctantly pulled away. 

“Talk to you later then,” she smiled and he nodded, pressing his lips to her forehead for good measure before he forced himself to leave. 

He felt an odd mix of feelings as he left the building. The same heaviness he felt the last time he’d left her, that crippling loneliness suddenly seizing him in a choke hold, but then there was excitement for what was to come. She wanted to see him again, asked him out. It felt like maybe it could go somewhere. that maybe it could be more than whatever this limbo was they were in currently. He felt like someone different, a wholly new man as he walked down the street with a stupid smile playing on his lips. He didn’t know who he was but he sure as shit didn’t feel like Simon fucking Riley.

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[milqueskin]

"Some" Tarantula Crew Headcanons

GENERAL

ROOM-SHARING SETUP

Lillian, Mary, Talapio, and later Auburn

Boar, Dr. Mort (although he spends most nights working in his office), and later Thade

Schot and Percy

Conea sleeps in the water

HEIGHTS

BOAR IS HUGE. The wiki says that if he was a puppet in the show, he would have been almost as tall as Janice, which would make him, like, twice as tall as the other puppet characters?? So I headcanon him to be like, over 7 feet tall. A literal giant. Why not?

Everyone else on the crew is also fairly tall. Thade is quite tall (but by a normal amount, not tall like Boar), and Lillian and Schot are a few inches shorter than him.

Red Mary isn't short by typical standards (she's like... 5'4" I guess?) but seems short compared to the rest of the crew.

Dr. Mort is SMALL. He's shorter than Mary and just barely taller than Percy (but he's catching up to him!)

Percy is at a normal 12-year-old boy height. Auburn is a little shorter.

Conea is also probably 7 feet tall, but that's average for a merman.

Disclaimer: I'm bad at visualizing height, so if this is confusing... that's why

LILLIAN

Strong sense of justice and what's right.

Has a code about paying back debts. Like, the only reason she let Mary join the crew was because she (supposedly) saved them once. This is also why she lets Dr. Mort stay even though people have tried to get him fired (he's saved their lives multiple times and she thinks it would be wrong).

Her reason for becoming a pirate was pretty silly and not thought through (teenage/young adult rebellion), but it worked out for her.

I imagine her to be very tan and have lots of freckles.

Feral.

Follows her gut rather than common sense sometimes.

THADE

Talks a lot. Constantly asks questions. Annoys people.

He’s normally quiet and shy but talkative towards people he knows well.

Manic pixie dream boy! He and Lillian are manic pixie dream people to each other.

Is Percy’s cool older brother/cool young uncle figure

He's the scout of the crew.

(There are other parallels between him and Percy as well)

Was a tailor (or tanner? I'm not sure) before he joined the crew.

RED MARY

She's the first mate.

She hides the full extent of her powers from the crew.

Her normal-power-level magic causes her to generate fire in the air (like that Dragon Ball fireball thing), but her super powerful magic actually causes fire to come out of her skin.

(CW for really severe burns) Her hands and arms are badly burned because of it, and she's missing fingernails and some parts of her fingers.

And in the future (like when the show of Candle Cove takes place), her hands and forearms (plus some other parts of her body) are just bones. Like she burned all her flesh off. (CW over)

Either she is able to ignore pain, or she got Mort to do brain surgery on her so she no longer felt pain.

She’s both smart and calculating but also prone to following her impulses.

She doesn't have any complicated motivation for being evil, I don't think. She just likes to burn and kill and destroy for fun. Like a child burning ants with a magnifying glass.

My voice headcanon for her is Amanda Palmer.

PERCY

Lillian assigned him the duty of teaching Thade about how Candle Cove works (because everyone else are adults and have things to get done) and they’re close because of it.

Reckless. Needs to be supervised. Causes Schot so much anxiety.

Stands up for himself. Would get into arguments with grown adults.

Kind of a little shit, honestly–

Loves and relies on the crew more than he’d like to admit.

BOAR

Sometimes frightens people due to his absurd height but is very soft and kind.

His relationship to Lillian is that they were friends (like found-family siblings, basically), and he took care of her after her parents disowned her.

If you meet him, he's your friend. You don't have a choice.

There's a running gag of him acting more fatherly towards Percy than Schot. Like, Schot would swear, and Boar would gasp and cover Percy's ears. Things like that.

The story of how he got his nickname is embarrassing and he gets flustered if people bring it up.

Used to be a whaler before he became a pirate.

SCHOT

Everyone else is sort of suspicious of Red Mary, but Schot is the only one who seriously distrusts her. He's spoken to Lillian about it, but she thinks that it's just his hypervigilance/past trauma causing him to see proof that isn't there.

He was imprisoned by the NPHC once but (barely) escaped. The scars over his eyes are from the Earl of Wax and his Freddy Krueger torture glove.

He's blind in one eye (caused by Earl torturing him).

Doesn't really enjoy being a pirate. He's sick of all the violence and danger and just wants to settle down and live safely with Percy.

The only reason he's with the crew is because the navy is after him and he knows he can't live anywhere in Candle Cove without them eventually finding him again.

His dolphin necklace used to belong to his wife.

CONEA

I feel bad for him because he stays in the water and can't come on deck and interact with the crew.

He probably doesn't mind though. He seems like a loner/introvert.

Used to be part of the Amantis military and developed explosives for war. He regrets this.

Was outcast from Amantis for rebelling against the government and whatever wars they were fighting.

Secretive about his past

I am compelled by the idea of him having, like, mechanical legs? And being able to walk around the ship and interact with people, but I don't know. I think him staying in the water the whole time could be compelling too if it's done well.

DR. MORT

Acts aloof, like he's just an employee of the crew and not actually part of the crew/"family".

Very… lowkey. People barely notice when he is or isn't around. Hides out in his office all the time unless there's a crew meeting or something.

Once the crew visited Banana Land to get fruits, and then they left, and then like 3 hours later, they realized Mort was gone and that they had left him there--

Soft voice. Pleasant smile. Actually has a sort of comforting presence if he's not operating on you.

He weighs about… 10 pounds? (he is just a large ragdoll) and has been blown/thrown off the deck of the ship more than once.

Do you know how stuffed animals that have been around for generations get skrunkly and pilly and sort of gross? That's kind of how he looks. (Look up "Too Much Love photo series" for examples of what I mean.)

Everyone there sort of dislikes (or is scared of) him, but he isn't bothered by it.

TALAPIO

She didn't have human-level intelligence until she got light magic. She was just a normal (but large) spider.

She was previously kept as a pet by a powerful light magician who gifted her their powers on their deathbed.

Her powers: being supernaturally smart, mind-reading, predicting the future, knowing things that are otherwise impossible to know, glowing.

Her role in the crew is a seer. Like, she finds hidden treasure and stuff like that.

The crew calls her Tilly for short.

She CAN communicate with people somehow even though she can’t talk. She writes or uses Morse code or something.

She either "left" when Mary joined the crew, like the wiki says (Mary knew that Talapio knew her true intentions and killed her before she could tell anyone), or Mary just threatened to kill her if she told anyone in order to keep her quiet.

AUBURN

Oh, you thought PERCY was a little shit?!!

I like the idea in the fandom of her being adopted. Like, Lillian just found her someplace. (I don't think Lillian would have a whole baby in such a dangerous environment.)

What if... she was a runaway?

Around 10 years old.

Lillian, Thade, Boar, and Schot are all her parents.

Took on personality traits from all the crew members.

She and Percy disliked each other at first but eventually became close siblings.

There are parallels between her and Janice. Like, with her being separated by her family and then being raised by a pirate crew. Janice reminds Percy of her in ways.

Has a strong sense of justice that Lillian taught her.

I'm on the fence if I want her to be the same character as Flaming Dragon from the Hogs Crew. Like, I think it would be compelling if she learns she has fire magic after having been traumatized by fire before. But I also like Flaming Dragon and want her to be her own character with no backstory I have to take into consideration.

#i have more but this would be the length of a book if i included them all #they're constantly stewing in my head #candle cove #tarantula crew #the tarantula crew #cc lillian #thade soben #pirate percy #red mary #cc boar #cc schot #cc conea #dr. mort #talapio #cc auburn #is it obvious which characters are my favorites?

[mobolanz]

For the OC relationship asks: 9, 16 and 88.

Oh these should be interesting!:3 🍎🛡️

9.If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Floor is out of the question Reiny would rather just stand throughout the entire time than get babydoll in this position dismissive of her protest that he can take it. 😤(Still close enough to look like her bodyguard in a way 🤭😆) that said, closest answer is probably the armrest if it doesn't leave raised eyebrows all around them. Should they be alone though no hesitation on pulling her to his lap heuheu. 🤭🤭🤭

16.Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?

I think that her interest in healthcare and open concern and the fact their second interaction(aka prelude ) is an awfully intimate tending to grevious unhealing wounds in the middle of the night (on the account of hours of sleep) says enough that the answer is definitely Evelyn.🤧 for Reiner being taken care of is a case of mixed reaction, believing both that he's undeserving and it's a waste of time since he "can" help himself (not with that mentality bby ;-;) and if anything- it's a chance to finally be rid of "someone so worthless". Yet if he truly hated it why would he be so bothered internally with every passing second of not thanking her yet? Or feel genuine relief and pleasure everytime she approaches him so tenderly. Cold as her touch is it's actually soothing. To a level he hopes that should anything come to it he'd be able to help her just as much. It's the least he could do(but would if anything rather for no harm to happen come to her to begin with. )

88. What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another?

For Reiner, I'd say it's both what he really saw on the island to explain himself, natural doubtful as he initially is about the chances Evy would understand.

That said, she admits something - in her old home they warned her of many, many horrible and scary things on anything that lives beyond the safety of home as a scare tactic she'd remain there. Yet when she was disinherited, Juliette, her new guardian mocked her once saying "none of that exists you stupid girl" Which might be true feels so out of place to say Considering this woman like many others talks about normal looking humans as "devils".

Hence if anything, Reiner saw them for himself and they were nothing like what Marley made them out to be, so he knows better than anyone what he's talking about. So ... she believes him 🤧

But also, I think that to explain after confessing to her on why he can't allow their love to truly advance in anything,,, he'd mention the truth about the taboo of his lineage and his parents. If ever telling anyone ever might as well be her (babydoll ain't no snitch as well, and wouldn't even fall for him if she was that kind of person 😖) Since he knows better than anyone a public relationship can put both of them in danger, and none of the effort he put into becoming a warrior brought his family back together, so what difference should it be for being allowed to be with her?

In Evelyn's case, when she tells him about a situation of hers, seems she doesn't even realize how truly dark it was. And the parts were she does see as fucked up have misaimed self-blame to them. Not exactly all at once , so some parts of it are dismissed trivially and casually by her as if it's okay or normal. Ever since first seeing her on the ship Reiner was bothered by why on earth is this girl doing in a place like that. In the middle of a fucking war. Especially considering she's not even a warrior or anything (not that it'd make it better) so who in their right mind would get anyone this young here. When hearing she's an ex member of a high-status family in marley that makes it even more absurd.

Her being disinherited is one thing- but being blackmailed into enlisting and working for them by the couple of officers that took her in so they won't end up with a spoiled freeloader as they call her, with the idea of publicly framing her and having her charged for the Reason she was sent away to begin with - manipulated by the first person she loved into stealing an important high value artifact passed in her biological family from her father's room, (which seemingly caused the latter's health and blood pressure to decline and worsen. ) if she resigns...? What on earth did she even do.

(nah them dying by random rubble when Eren attacks liberio is not enough I need Reiny to beat them up(⁠┛⁠◉⁠Д⁠◉⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻)

OC Relationship asks

#mai writes #reinelyncore #Mai thoughts #evelyncore #aot oc #asks #oc asks #reiner x oc #meta #oc x canon #missnobodymadness

[broken-clover]

ky whump anon: i was thinking strive era, but this was before the reveal that our catboy got woobiefied. so, morally gray asuka who while is cordial about sol’s allies/friends, he’s more heavy handed with them versus sol now. something about figuring out how the scales of juno can threaten his plans—so ky’s captured or something, for a just general lab/medical whump set up? asuka might be professional and not out to cause pain, but he’s not taking no for an answer lmk if you receive this ask and it didn’t get munched.

While it took me a while to flesh this one out, I finally come bearing words! Thank you kindly for your patience, anon, I hope the wait was worth it. Admittedly, I am not entirely finished, but I have at least completed the first two chapters in full, the first of which I'll post here. Asuka was a lot of fun to write! I liked trying to balance his well intentions and slight callousness from prior games.

As far as I can tell, currently this should be around 6-7 chapters long, possibly subject to change depending on how long things get, I'm going to see how it goes!

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The treatments were not working. For all their initial confidence, King Ky only seemed to wither further and further by day.

The culprit was an obvious one, the ever-spreading blue-black veins that lit up his skin yet seemed to suck in all light nearby. A telltale sign of Gear cells running rampant in an infectee’s body, gradually tainting more and more human flesh. Still an irreversible condition after the crusades, only hardly slowed with even the most top-notch of magics and medicines

(His Majesty looked at the royal physicians with dismay and annoyance whenever they used words like ‘infect’ and ‘tainted.’ They were passed over in conversation, but remained unaltered in his medical files)

Ever since the debut of Dizzy to Illyria’s public, rumors had already run rampant among the various tabloids and salon gossip, but the idea that their beloved First King was something inhuman was one that stayed confined to the level of absurd housewife chatter, at least to the average citizen. King Ky, a Gear? Utter nonsense, how much have you drunk today? But it was true, every word. One of the biggest scandals in political history, obfuscated by its own absurdity.

It was for the best, really. Things could carry on as they normally did, with nobody the wiser of their own monarch’s rapidly-declining state.

Ky was not a man who took days off, nor one that would burden others with his own suffering. He hadn’t been. Now, after every daily speech was done, every necessary meeting dealt with, he hobbled down to the castle’s medical wing to fall into the arms of his personal caretakers, weakly whimpering for something, anything to ease the pain. They replied with syringes of painkillers and anticonvulsants, a line of fluids in one wrist, and soft, meaningless reassurances of his own strength and ability to weather it all. The only option available was palliative care, doing all they could to ease the symptoms of a disease that they could not cure.

“He shouldn’t be going out at all anymore. The strain only worsens the symptoms further.”

“I h-have to. I have to-” While some may have seen the king’s frail state as pathetic, the pained, warbling timbre in his voice was enough to find sympathy in the hardest of hearts.

“Don’t force yourself to speak.” One of the physicians stroked his face in a way that should have earned a scolding from his co-workers, but none of them could think of many better ideas to comfort him. “Give the medication a minute to take effect, it will be easier to talk if you need to.”

More often than not, by the time the medication kicked in, Ky was already half-conscious, unwilling- or incapable- to force himself awake and to power through. It left the staff to talk over his unresponsive body while they attended to him, distinctly more uneasy now that he wasn’t aware enough to notice it.

“There are no Gear specialists that we know to call. Even if we did, reaching out to them could prove disastrous. We have to keep this knowledge in a very close circle. We can’t risk anything.”

“And if our paranoia ends up killing him?” One asked, with a pointed glare.

Another stepped between the two, hands raised. “Fighting won’t do any good. Focus more on solutions, not more problems.”

“What solutions could there be that we haven’t already tried?” Asked another. “Transfusions, folk cures, exorcisms, we’ve done everything shy of amputating his arm and flaying half of his face!”

“There must be something, we just haven’t found it yet.”

“Come to the west entrance.”

“I’m certain there’s a test we-” The speaker paused. “Which one of you said that?”

They turned to one another, muttering.

“Come to the west entrance. I wish to speak with you.”

“Do you hear something?” The voice had not come from any of their mouths.

“I…I thought I was hallucinating. I thought the stress had finally gotten to me, do you all hear it too?”

“Yes. I am speaking to all of you. Come to the west entrance. It is better if we speak in person.”

“Telepathy.” One of them noted. “That’s…that’s not a magic many people are capable of.”

“I only know a couple of them. No offense to any of you, but I doubt you have that level of aptitude.”

Someone shook their head. “The only one offhand that I can think of would be…oh. Oh, no.”

“You mean…him?

“I don’t think any of us want to.” He replied.

“But it sounds like he’s already here."

++++++

With an epithet as vague as ‘That Man,’ perhaps it was only natural that rumors sprung up like weeds about what he was and what he did. Was he even a man? Was he even human?

He certainly cut an imposing figure. Though not particularly large, even by human standards, That Man radiated an intimidating, unsettling aura that none of them could fully explain. He hovered several feet off of the ground, arms spread and robes billowing like some twisted parody of the messiah. A chill unease passed over them.

“Your eyes…” His voice was soft, but snaked into their ears without issue. “I take it you’re familiar with me, then?”

“Everyone is.” One of the bolder among them managed to speak. “I daresay there’s few alive that don’t.”

“I see.” Not a judgment, not a refutation. Just a statement of fact.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” He replied. “There was an abnormal reading coming from this area, I sought to investigate.”

Someone scoffed.“You were stalking us then, I presume?”

“No such thing. I measure frequencies worldwide to ensure there are no concerns. If an issue is deemed important enough, I set out to intervene and fix it. I watch mankind to ensure everyone’s safety.”

The doctor glowered. “You are not God.”

“No. Nor do I claim to be.” Slowly, That Man shook his head. “If you must, then view me as a repentant devil. I do not ask for your praise. I do not even ask for your forgiveness. All I ask is for your cooperation, and even then, it will be a brief one.”

“And why, knowing that, would we willingly aid a self-professed demon?”

The hood shifted. Though the face was still hidden from view, he knew he was being stared at.

“Tell me, many of you are religious, are you not?”

“That’s correct.”

“Excellent. Are you familiar with the tale of Meridiana?”

He tilted his head. “The star?”

“The succubus.” That Man said. “Just a story, of course, but in the 12th-century work ’De nugis curialium,’ the author claimed the era’s Pope, Sylvester II, was aided and advised by a demon called Meridiana. It was claimed that she was the true source behind his power and wisdom.”

Someone asked, “What of it?”

“Pope Sylvester II was known for his endorsement of intellectual pursuits. He encouraged the study of mathematics and astronomy. Why would a succubus allow him to do so? Had that knowledge come from her in the first place?”

Another replied “Well, it’s just a story. I imagine it was meant to be satirical.”

“Oh, of course it was. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make.” The mage shook his head. “But I suppose we’ve wasted enough time already. I am here because I am the only one who can help you.”

“With what, exactly?”

“Don’t insult me with a question like that.” He replied. “You and I both know full well what brings me here. I wish to speak with your king.”

The group suddenly turned defensive. “He cannot speak with you right now.”

“I know,” That Man replied, nodding again. “I meant that moreso in the sense of formality. Likewise, I am going to see your king, whether you approve of my presence or not.”

“We can deny you audience.”

“Certainly you could. But, as I said, I do not care about your approval.”

“We can bar the doors and remove you from the premises.”

“No. You can’t.” Despite his words, the tone came off not as threatening, but as little more than lightly scolding a child. “I will say this once, if I truly believed you were any kind of real difficulty to handle, I would not so much as let myself be seen. Again, I am acting merely in the way formality deems appropriate. This is a matter of personal intrigue to me, and I do not care about your petty objections, well-meaning or not. Open the doors and bring me to your king, or I will do so on my own.”

“W-we…I…”

As committed as they were to their duties, none of them were deluded enough to genuinely believe they stood a chance against the fabled Gear Maker. With tension thick enough to cut through, the group stood just close enough to That Man in order to guide him into the castle. He was brought through the maze of corridors until they ended in the sterile monochrome of the medical ward.

That Man never slowed, never flinched, never even turned his head beneath the hood. Ky was in the same place that he had been left, flopped over on a cot with his eyes blurry and unfocused. Whether or not the painkillers were working was of no consequence, he looked too delirious to notice the difference.

Though several of them squirmed as the world’s most well-known criminal approached their monarch’s bedside, the best they could manage was halfhearted fumbling. That Man brushed a few locks of hair out of Ky’s face in order to get a better look.

“What information do you have?”

It took the staff several moments to realize that he was speaking to them, not to the unconscious Ky. “Nothing. Pretty much nothing. The pain comes and goes, it’s exacerbated by work, but that’s expected. The fevers come randomly. More recently, he’s been eating poorly. The nausea and vomiting come as arbitrarily as most of his symptoms do.”

“We keep testing for different problems, but nothing concrete so far.” Another said. “Or, perhaps, it’s entirely common, and we don’t know enough about Gear cells to make that call. I don’t suppose it’s the simple Gear equivalent of the flu, is it?”

“That's an idiotic question. Do you think I would come out here for something like that?”

“R-right. Erm. Forgive me.

“...Do you want me to save your king’s life?”

That immediately got everyone’s attention. “Of course- of course we do!”

The Gear Maker turned to face them. “Then I need you to promise me something in exchange: nobody is allowed to know about this. Not even the king himself. Never speak a word of this after we leave this room today, not to anyone. Today was an ordinary day. Nothing of any interest occurred.”

“‘Today?’ You can cure him today?”

“I never said that.”

They bit back a shout as That Man suddenly scooped Ky right from his bed. Several of them instinctively summoned weapons or reached for any nearby supplies that could be used as one, but the thought sank in quickly that there was nothing they could do that wouldn’t hurt their king. That was, if any of them could even land a scratch on the Gear Maker.

“W-what are you doing?!”

That Man hoisted the unconscious body in his arms and looked down. “I will take him. I will treat him. I cannot guarantee he will be cured, but I can still ease the pain.”

He vanished into a magic glyph. The medics were overcome with a sinking feeling of whether or not they had made the right decision. Now, they supposed, they couldn’t do anything to change it. All they could do was hope that they hadn't made a terrible mistake.

#Frog Writes #ask #guilty gear #That Man #ky kiske #whump

[spectrum-core]

1 14 23 + the black haired dude you draw a lot

Longass rant ahead because I Am So Normal About This Dude He's Like A Brother To Me

Short answer: he's very hot

Long answer: honestly as it always happens i joked so hard about this guy that without realizing he had become my favorite character from ruina. There's also that I just, tend to resonate a lot w characters who are just Some Guy and he happens to have the feeling of being a secondary character even in the singular cutscene where he shows up (before dying a death that's so pointless and absurd it almost comes off as comical, pour one for my mans 😔✊), there's also the fact that he has this cold and emotionless and professional exterior but his dialogue lines, specially during gameplay segments (as opposed to in cutscenes), show that he actually has a very emotional/caring inner self and he's just suppressing that side of him, either because he feels like he needs to act cold and professional to be taken seriously or just to cope with the nature of the universe he lives in and his job and it's like Yeah Maybe That Hits A Bit Too Close Home, to add to it ruina has this feature akin to like a bestiary (?) of sorts where you can read little blurbs of text implied to have been something each defeated enemy character said/thought at some point of their lives, and ofc Mr. Irrelevant McBackgroundCharacter here has a worldbuilding exposition (as do most of my favorite characters in the game let's be real 😔) but it has this specific cynical tone of him trying to rationalize why things are the way they are while still questioning them/thinking it doesn't fully make sense and it's like you go little guy! keep pondering the concepts of power and freedom and if they're even possible to achieve in your universe without losing your sense of self and therefore not gaining them because the person who achieved them is no longer yourself!

Conclusion this guy was probably engineered in a lab to be appealing to me in particular and I love him so much and he makes me feel way too many things for a guy with like 10 dialogue lines and a worldbuilding exposition.

Some sort of like... industrial/military-esque... goth style? Some sort of mostly practical but still stylish kinda thing, loose fabric that allows for movement, mostly grey, black and cold desaturated tones, straight cuts, lots of pockets when needing to carry lots of stuff (not too many bags as the straps can limit mobility if you carry too many of them + having a bag hanging around gets annoying at times), materials made to last long (and probably some patched up/manually repaired stuff just for that sweet extra durability), probably also with some emphasis on layered clothes as to be prepared for a varied weather (<- delusional, proyecting) and so on, while still keeping it stylish and wearing accesories if/when possible (but not too many of them, after the main focus would be practicality i think), and belts, lots of belts, stereotypical jrpg protagonist levels of belts here, also this guy 100% wears eyeliner to me, just look at his sprite.

idk I don't know about fashion terms so i just described the vibe of how I imagine he usually dresses like.

Out of official artwork, this one, 100%, it gives me the vibe of a guy trying too hard to look edgy and badass and reverting to be absolutely silly without realizing, absolute cringefail loser behavior (affectionate)

Out of fanart... there's like 3 people who make fanart of him me included so I may as well focus on my stuff, it's these 3: first one bc while I still wasn't used to his dessign it manages to convey such a Vibe (him showing the emotional/caring side I mentioned in 1), I don't feel like he's the kind of guy to smile a lot, if ever, so I feel like when he actually smiles it's something extra special for the people around him and I think I managed to convey that in the picture, the second one because the stylization goes hard + I managed to get juuuuust the right amount of spikiness on his hair (very important) and also I like how I made his eyes in there, and third is just what I feel has been my best take on his dessign in general, specially facial features, that is how I Imagine He Looks Like.

#ask thing #library of ruina #.🔫 #i love him so much it's unreal

[heavensong]

Hello! I've seen your oc Felicity and I am IN LOVE with her! She's very gorgeous and your art fascinates me!

Also I heard that you have another princess Oc that's also fucked up like Felicity, Is it alright if we could get a peek of her?

Omg thank you so much! I’m so glad you like her 🥰🥰🥰 I also think she is sooo pretty hahaha And I DO have another princess OC! Here’s some pictures of princess Cecily! I wrote up a long backstory underneath the read more if you wanna hear more about her. (Idk your interest level so feel free to skip!)

:readmore:

I made her up for Disenchantment and she is less fucked up than Felicity (bc she’s a kinder person lol) but she is “cursed” in a way! Well, not necessarily but she finds out that before she was born, her parents so desperately wanted a child that they turned to a sorceress for help. She gave them a baby gosling to care for as if it were their own, and if they could give it the love they proclaimed they would have for their unborn child, she would grant them a baby of their own. Far be it from them to question a witch, they care for the gosling & the day finally comes when they find out if they’ve done well enough to be granted said wish.

The sorceress tells them they’ve done well, says she will perform the spell bring them their baby & takes back the baby bird, preparing to cut its throat as it is a spell ingredient. The king & Queen are horrified as they’re truly grown attached to the creature & demand she let it be, even if it means they won’t be granted their promised child. The witch, with a knowing look, happily returns the gosling to its parents, but not before transforming it into a baby girl with her father’s eyes and her mother’s hair.

Cecily finds this out as a young adult and is absolutely mortified… Mostly bc she finds out by being turned back into a goose and while trying to sort out the mishap, she finds out this is her true form. She’s always thought she was a genuine and “normal” person stuck in a kingdom full of weirdos and her love interest is just as ridiculous & absurd, so finding this out about herself really throws her for a loop & makes her question everything she through she knew about herself up until this point.

She’s eventually able to return to her human form, though her love interest also reverts back to the form of a pig that he’s been stuck in lol but she’s grown as a person, learned to be less judgmental and hard on others and herself. Her parent’s overprotective nature is also recontextualized and she’s able to recognize that she is still loved, despite not being naturally born or really “human”, whatever that means 🥰

There’s a bunch more to her story but that’s the shortest I could get it 😂 sorry! Thank you so much for reading and for asking to see more of her 💖

#Kara is talking #asks answered #OCs #self inserts #cecily #princess Cecily #selfship

[zeglythofficial]

in regards to that thirst trap thing on fauxmoi, someone alledgedly did see the proof of his likes but they basically said "honestly don't think it's a big deal because it was two years ago and how would any normal person know the model's age".

i think that's the appropriate level of response. like t pls don't do that, but i don't think it's a creepy, p*dophilic thing, but a dumb, man thing where he probably liked without even thinking about the model's age and then forgot all about it.

of course, i really hope that with his newfound fame, T either stops entirely or at least checks that they're age appropriate (according to the person who allegedly saw it, the model is 19(?), so she'd probably have been 17 or 18 two years ago, right?).

and side note but looking into this turned from serious to funny out of sheer absurdity because right next to the person talking about t was someone else going "yo dominic sessa's instagram following is all models, thirst trappers, and porn stars". lmaoo

Yeah! T needs to be more careful tbh. A lot of people nowadays look older than what they are and I’m always paranoid that I will accidentally follow someone underage. I always check bios and things and if it’s not there, I scroll until I have evidence they’re 18+.

Dominic Sessa needs to unfollow everyone and clean up his IG lol if that’s true.

#my answers #about t

[lightandwinged]

SO. I've been trying for a hot minute to get an autism diagnosis because even though I'm 99% sure I'm autistic, you can't really use that if you're requesting accommodations somewhere (like a place of employ or a school or what-have-you). I'm self-diagnosed, in other words, which is a thing I used to hate, but I've obviously changed my mind there because (a) who fucking cares, and (b) getting an actual diagnosis as an adult woman is a bit like trying to run a marathon in swim flippers. Like you might get there eventually, but you've been given such an absurd handicap that it's easier to just give up about a hundred feet in and take a cab.

The tl;dr is that I finally had an appointment and while I didn't get an autism diagnosis (because, as it turned out, the neuropsychiatrist I saw literally could not do that without my insurance then charging me several thousand dollars wtf), it was not ruled out; and I did get diagnosed with inattentive-type ADHD (which tracks) and nonverbal learning disorder (which is new).

With the ADHD, I am not surprised because apparently the latest version of the DSM categorizes a lot of women's autism cases as being funky ADHD. But it also tracks with the way my life has kind of worked to this point, so even though I don't think ADHD explains everything, it does at least track with my shitty homework doing abilities, my failure to pay attention to literally anything by itself no matter how much I want to do so, and a whole host of other WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS, BRAIN, things. I have no idea what the next steps will be there--typically, I'd be like sure, let's try drugs, but apparently all the ADHD meds that exist are rare to find these days, so we're just going to put a pin in that and come back to it some other time.

And then there's the NVLD, which is.

Okay.

It's not a new diagnosis as a whole because it's been talked about since ages ago and thrown around as a diagnosis for people since at least the 80s, BUT it's really coming into prominence lately since Asperger's Syndrome was correctly removed as a potential diagnosis. The name is stupid because it makes it sound like I'm nonverbal completely, which I am the opposite. What the disorder actually entails is struggling with literally everything that isn't verbal learning; or not even struggling but it doesn't come as easily as verbal learning. Like part of my diagnosis was an IQ test, and I'm apparently a literal genius when it comes to verbal intelligence, but everything else was in the normal range, which isn't BAD but also when you're REALLY good at one thing and then everything else is just normal, it feels like you're bad at everything else.

Anyway, it's basically marked by exactly that, being really good at verbal intelligence and then having struggles of varying levels in other areas, especially visual/spatial and social. It's typically comorbid with at least one other neurodivergence (ADHD, autism, dyscalculia, dysgraphia, etc.), but it's not a diagnosis in the DSM just yet, so it's the kind of thing where knowing you have it helps with recognizing that no, it's not my fault that I trip over thick clumps of air and can't do math or socialize to save my life BUT I also can't really go into a workplace and be like "you need to allow me this this and this accommodation because NVLD" because without DSM recognition, it's not necessarily legally protected, which is bullshit.

But I guess that's what the ADHD is for.

IN ANY CASE. I've also decided not to give up on an autism diagnosis because it's possible but it's an uphill battle. I have to find the funds for it (because insurance won't cover the assessment), and then I have to find a neuropsychiatrist who won't take insurance so that I can actually get assessed, and THEN I have to get an appointment, but I want to have it on record, one way or another.

And also this basically has me pretty solidly certain that once I've figured out the fibromyalgia pain and fatigue, writing A Lot needs to happen because like... if you're Very Gifted With Words and not writing, maybe you should change that, or maybe just I should, idk.

#autism #adhd #nvld #abby has brain things

[eisforeidolon]

I dislike hellers' mindset for many reasons. I think one of the most irritating ''reasoning'' they have is that they think everything in some way or other is a ''parallel'' to destihell or related to destihell. For example, Big Sky (?) ? It is related to Destiel because Jensen's character has a romantic dynamic with a character and it is somehow a ''parallel'' to destihell despite there being no connection between the two shows or between the two ships in the slightest. Does Jensen appear in the Boys? It is supposed to be some sort of a nod to Dean's sexuality because Soldier Boy is (supposedly) LGBT. The Prequel? For sure JohnXMary romance feast is supposed to be related to and a parallel to destihell and John's sexuality is also 'implied' to be non-straight, so that is also a parallel to Dean's sexuality through John's implied sexuality. Jensen's song and album? Related to destihell, castiel, or even to Cockles and a nod to the Hellers.

Like, I normally would not care about such things, fans can be delusional and have fun however they want. However, this sort of reasoning is just not exactly 'fun', when it involves willfully being delusional and believing in things that do not exist. Now, I am not a fan of Jensen that much, but I think this sort of reasoning Hellers have kinda comes off as disrespectful to Jensen. It is also toxic in many ways because we've all seen how Hellers can act when Jensen does or says something they do not like. They called/call him a homophobe, they attack him verbally or insult him, target him in some ways. I also think that saying everything Jensen does is about destihell is just reducing Jensen's actions and talent and job to all destihell and ship lenses. And it kinda comes off as annoying. There has to be a difference between having fun in fandom circles and attacking people / being toxic to the actors. Hellers cannot differentiate both.

It's just ... not remotely how parallels work. Like, at all.

They start from the supposition literally everything is proof of bi!Dean and/or their ship, someway somehow, and then come up with these absurd supposed parallels to "prove" it. It's very obvious from the outside that it's just about a personal obsession when they will insist literally anything is a quote unquote parallel validating what they already decided to believe. Even before you get into all the ways that their "parallels" either aren't things actually happening in the story, don't genuinely match up to each other at all if you look at the context, or are so pathetically surface level as to be utterly meaningless.

And yeah, it is disrespectful and insulting to Jensen - they really do tend to treat him as a blow up doll who should just do what they want and otherwise STFU. It's also disparaging towards all of the other people putting years of work into SPN and the other media being co-opted to pretend the most important thing about them existing is to send super sneakret signals about D/C being totes real. Even worse to insist those people and productions must be part of an evil homophobe conspiracy if they dare indicate otherwise. It's bizarre and creepy and honestly genuinely concerning in terms of their mental state they're at a level of obsession they can't realize that not only is it not true anything everything Jensen does is about their ship, but the whole rest of the world doesn't revolve around it either. Seriously, they've let their personal prurient fantasies only vaguely related to characters from a silly CW tv show that ended a couple years ago completely take over their brains to the point of harassing and slandering real people, while telling themselves it's an important crusade for Great Justice because they've been wronged by not getting to see their fanfic play out on screen.

It's not. It's just fucking bonkers and they need to wake up and/or legitimately seek help. Genuinely, this is not healthy.

#askboxery #anonymous #destihellers #apophenia is a hell of a drug #faux social justice

[jarateblog]

My Rambly Complaints on Orbital's Optical Delusion

Not that anybody who reads this is really going to care, but felt like getting my thoughts put out somewhere, since I don't really have a spot on my website to put this stuff currently (and I'm still trying to stay off Twitter for the most part and its word cap would only get in the way anyways)

I've been a massive fan of Orbital's for a couple years now, and would call Snivilisation one of my favorite albums that hits me on multiple emotional levels when sitting down to listen to it in its entirety. In Sides, The Middle of Nowhere, the Brown Album, and The Altogether are more of some of what I would consider masterpieces from them, although none of their albums are bad in my opinion. This album, however, is probably the one I've been the most frustrated with due to a variety of reasons.

The lead up to this album was an absolute shitshow, to start, because the brothers clearly weren't in contact with their social media manager enough (or their social media manager was just super incompetent at their job), self-leaking songs before their official announcements, and just announcing the album about 3 months before its release. Each version of the album available is different too, the digital and vinyl releases being the most basic, while there are 3, count 'em, 3, different versions of CDs you can get: one basic, one with a separate bonus CD, and one with included bonus tracks (all three are completely different and barely vary in price). This isn't to mention how NONE of these were explained until about ONE WEEK before the album's release, fucking up many peoples' pre-order plans (and prevented me from even pre-ordering the album in the first place as a result, especially as a US citizen who gets fucked with ~20 pound shipping costs). There was a super expensive (and limited) blu-ray edition that is the only "complete" package, with all bonus tracks (minus one), with surround mixes as a bonus, but, obviously, not everybody has the money (or set up) to settle for that package. Then, there was the whole stupid N(o) F(ucking) T(hanks) shit they pulled about a week before its release too, a clear last minute ploy to squeeze a couple extra bucks out of some idiots who believe in that shit.

Funny, then, for how obviously political/environmental this album is that they wanted to sell it through such incomprehensible means. I know that sometimes labels can get in the way of music releases, but the absurdity of all this cannot be just the result of some publisher's stupidity. So, I feel everybody, especially including the band, needs to take blame for this shit. This is stuff that is actually getting in the way for normal people to just listen to music, and I wouldn't be surprised if this album ends up under-performing as a result.

About the actual quality of the album, that's very subjective, and it shouldn't surprise anybody that I am pretty sour and my opinions are biased, even if I went in with as much of an open mind as I could. There are good tracks here, but most feel extremely under-developed for Orbital's standards (and learning that none of the tracks were actually worked in collaboration between the brothers strengthens this belief).

The always common political messages for Orbital albums here are also extremely on the nose, making it annoying when I have to read every other comment on posts regarding the album complaining from dense right-wing dickheads about how they want all their music to be 'non-political.' I obviously wholly support Orbital in continuing to push their messages, but the way they do it here is far from subtle or tongue in cheek (like in almost any of their previous albums). If I'm leaning on the same side of the political spectrum that they seem to be on, and I am finding their messages to be forced or cringey, then I think there is something wrong with the presentation of the message.

Notably, the album's themes revolving around the pandemic are almost 3 years behind the time it would have made the most impact. The pandemic still affects us today, yes, but they relay their message as if the damn thing just started a month ago. It would be more impactful and relevant if the focus was more on the people who still refuse to believe the virus exists, and how that affects the rest of us, but the messages don't go any further than "the virus sucks," or "the government doesn't care about us."

I find the only standout song on here to be "Are You Alive?," which is still a bit weak in the lyrical department, and feels like it has nothing to add for the last 4 minutes when the vocals get done in the first 3. The radio edit of it was horribly done though (although radio edits never do justice to Orbital's songs), cutting off the end of the track ungracefully and shortening the space between the main lyrics before there is time to let the music speak. It's unfortunate, because this song had potential to be one of their best in their whole catalogue.

I only recently got to listen to some of the bonus tracks (because somebody had to sneakily upload them on to Youtube), and it's a damn shame they weren't included on the main album (which is already under an hour in length, so come the fuck on with that). They are perhaps some of the best developed tracks out of this release, and it's completely insane that nobody told whoever was in charge to just put them all in the one package (hell, it would even further justify the album being a 2xLP, since the fact its only 51 minutes is just a waste of vinyl plastic at this point).

I'm just extremely frustrated with this release. While Monsters Exist in 2018 was one of my least favorite albums of theirs up until this point, I could still listen to it in basically any way I wanted to without issue, and it gave me plenty of time to develop my thoughts on what is still a great album of theirs. This album, on the other hand, actively prevents me from experiencing some of its best material, and the main experience does not hold much to me on its own. This is the first time I can say that I dislike an Orbital album, and it pains me to say it, after holding all 30 years of their output beforehand in high regard. I can't help but feel like this was made to just put some extra cash in their pockets, since Paul Hartnoll's solo work probably isn't making him that much money and who knows what the hell Phil does outside of the band.

#orbital #choppost #review #rant #music

[edelgarfield]

god tw personal family medical issues

my mom said some completely wild shit to me last Sunday and I want to vent about it, but what she said was so absolutely unhinged that it requires like 5 different layers of context before I can even BEGIN to unpack what she said and it's like. I want and need to reach out to people and vent about it but I don't even know how to start that conversation with anyone who isn't already up to speed on my nightmare of a family.

so. my dad is sick, he's been sick my entire adult life with a degenerative disorder but he recently got diagnosed with cancer.

here's the thing. there is zero emotional intimacy in my family. we do not talk about feelings. we do not rely on each other. we do not talk about anything other than shallow surface level topics.

that degenerative disorder my dad has? the only reason I know what it is is because I went through his medicine cabinet back in high school. he has never once in the 10 years he's had it sat me down and said "by the way I'm sick and my condition is called X." even though he is clearly, visibly, provably getting worse over the years he has not and will not talk about it. I don't know what his prognosis is. I don't know what his current treatment plan is. I don't know what things he can and can't do on his own.

he is treating his cancer the exact same way. he didn't tell me he even had cancer until two days before he started chemo. I do not know what type of cancer he has. I do not know how bad it is. I do not know what treatment options he's pursuing. whenever I ask he and my mom dodge the question.

that is an extremely quick and dirty summary of what's going on.

so my mom and I were going to a play on Sunday. as we're getting out of the car my mom out of nowhere says "you know you're going to be rich?"

I have no idea what she's talking about and say as much. she starts complaining that my dad's mom updated her will to split my dad's share of her money between me and my brother and my mom is upset that none of it is going to her.

already. this is such a wild and out of touch thing to complain about. like do you want me to sympathize with you bc you think you deserve a bigger share of some future money that hasn't even happened yet? I'm just flabbergasted as my mom goes on to ask if I'm going to take care of her when she's old. again. wild.

I'm like "what about dad? shouldn't he be upset that he's getting cut out?"

and my mom turns to me with this look of condescending pity and says "[Dad's mom] is going to outlive him, why do you think she updated the will?"

GEE MOM I DONT FUCKING KNOW. NOBODY TELLS ME SHIT AROUND HERE.

this is the first time I'm hearing about my grandma updating her will. this is the first time I'm hearing that my dad apparently has TERMINAL CANCER.

and instead of telling me any of this directly like a normal fucking person my mom slides it into the middle of a conversation of her complaining about not being in my grandma's will.

(sidenote: immediately after she dropped this bombshell I replied "okay, well when dad dies you'll get his money" "dad isn't as rich as his mom" so like. classy all around)

like what the fuck is wrong with you??? there are so many things wrong with this conversation I don't even know where to start. do you think I'm going to care about some imaginary money when my dad is APPARENTLY dying? do you think I'm going to feel sorry for you that you're not getting a cut when you're already set up to live an extremely comfortable life?? why are you jealous of your CHILDREN when this is literally just a consolation prize for having a DEAD FATHER.

if you gave me unlimited attempts to try and guess how my mother would choose to tell me my dad was dying I could not have come up with this in a million years. among all the possible ways you could have chosen to tell me my dad is dying how did you invent a completely new one that's more audacious and absurd than all the rest? it is truly astounding the lengths that my parents will go to avoid showing a single iota of vulnerability. why are you like this? if there was literally any time in your life to at least PRETEND to be a normal family it would be now. my parents can only reveal extremely important, heavy information when it's bracketed by the most absurd conversation you've ever had.

and here's the thing: my mother is a notoriously unreliable source of information. she exaggerates, dramatizes, misremembers, and if all else fails just straight up lies. this would not be the first time she has told me someone is dying because that's more attention grabbing than "they're very sick"

(one time my mother insisted to me she was dying, when I asked if she was serious she said yes. I asked her to please tell me the truth because I was genuinely worried she insisted no really she was dying. I went to my dad and he said no, she's not dying, she had a very bad sinus infection)

so I have no idea whether my dad is actually dying or whether my mother is exaggerating what the doctor said bc she's apparently allergic to just telling the truth. and I have no way to confirm bc my dad will not talk about his illness with me. so I'm just stuck, worrying with no answers & no idea when/if answers are coming. I have no idea how bad my dad's sickness is, I have no idea if it's terminal and how long he has left if it is. for all I know it could be two months or two years.

and it doesn't get better! it's only going to get worse from here as my dad gets sicker and dies (if he does), they're not going to suddenly start keeping me in the loop. they're not going to suddenly start comforting me. I'm always going to be the last to know and I'm always going to be told in the most confusing, awful way possible.

this is just such a perfect snapshot of what my childhood was like. my family is the place where emotions go to die. my own mother can't even be bothered to provide the tiniest sliver of comfort or support when she tells me my DAD is DYING. where do I get it, then? if my own fucking family won't comfort me then who will? no wonder I'm so fucked up, no wonder I'm so desperate and starved for affection because I went practically 13 years before I even knew what affection was.

#mine