#also anon what made you think im sane?

[whotookmysenbon]

Do your poisoned senbon taste like anything? Or do you only put the untipped end in your mouth like a sane person?

Depends on the poison. Paralytics are really bitter, but those I often keep on hand with my plain ones because they’re a good deterrent for nosey genin and Anko and are usually what I end up sticking in my mouth on accident.

Then there’s sedatives, which are sour and also good for getting Anko to sleep after she’s had too much caffeine and we all just need some peace and quiet.

Then the neurotoxins and hemotoxins which are kept in sealed, color coded packages. I hit myself with one once in my chunin days and nearly died even with my immunities. Those cause seizures and multi organ failure and clotting issues. To quote Ino, the ‘Real Deal of Poisons.’

#genma shiranui #shiranui genma #tokubetsu jonins shenanigans #poisons #mother hen genma shiranui #also anon what made you think im sane? #I’m a fucking jonin #of course I’m not sane

[houseofripley]

HEYY

Can you do a rhea x fem!reader story where rhea and reader are in Highschool and have both had feeling for eachother for the longest time and both haven’t confessed but all that changes because rhea ask reader to prom and they end up kissing and it leads to something else (ifykyk😏) (smut n a lil bit of fluff too🙏)

Starry Prom Night

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Praise, Cheek Cupping & Kissing Galore, INSANE PLOT BUILDING FOR NO REASON LOL SORRYYYYYY IM A YEARNER (im serious this is like 67% plot building)

WORD COUNT: 3,731

A/N: this is just pure sapphic yearning on my end LMAO anyways anon i had so much fun writing this even though its all over the place!!!

also can you tell where i got impatient with all the plot building lol

“Rhea, I seriously don’t know how many more of these cheesy signs I can’t take. I think I’m gonna go insane.” You grunted, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. 

Prom season was in full swing. It was third period and you had just witnessed what had to have been the seventh promposal of the day. This year would be the mark of your and your best friend, Rhea’s senior prom. Senior prom was a date thousands of dreamed about, wanting to show up and show out one last time before waving goodbye to their highschool years. 

Every girl except you and Rhea. You both despised the thought of prom. Why would any sane person spend hundreds of dollars on an outfit just to spend their night drenched in sweat in the school gymnasium? 

Fuck that!

“Romeo O Romeo! Will thou spend your Saturday night with I, drinking punch next to the locker rooms?” Rhea mocked, elbowing your arm. 

You shook your head, pressing your lips together trying to keep your laughter silent. The commotion of classmates was soon drowned out by thoughts as your eyes met Rhea’s, causing your tightened lips to curl into a small smile.

Rhea’s blue eyes never failed to warm you. Everytime you gazed into those beachy eyes you were brought back to the day you first met the girl. Seventh grade, first period, language arts. A quiet blonde girl sporting a Pierce The Veil shirt was assigned to sit next to you. Nobody knew anything about the girl besides the fact she had just moved basically across the globe. You spent the entire period thinking of what you could possibly say to her, because what do you even say to a kid that was just relocated from South Australia all the way to some shitty suburban town? 

“Cool shirt.” 

And it fucking worked somehow. You were immediately attached to her hip. The two of you grew closer with each day that passed. You were inseparable. She was everything to you. Sleepovers every weekend. ‘Study’ sessions that were spent play fighting with each other. Singing pop-punk songs at the top of your lungs till your throats were raw. Dying your hair the same shade of blue at three in the morning. She was even at your side while your parents scolded you the morning after for said blue hair. 

Jesus Christ. Lost in her eyes again? Snap out of it already! 

“Yo, Alice in Wonderland, you okay?” Rhea playfully questioned, breaking your trance by poking at your thigh.

“Just…thinking. That’s all.” You softly chuckled. You were telling the truth, you were just thinking. Just thinking about her. Thinking about her touch, her hands, her pierced nose, her lips, her stupid cool shirts. 

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“Jesus, someone’s eager to get out of here.” You laughed, trailing behind Rhea who was booking it over to her small black Lexus.

“Dude, can you blame me? It’s like everyone has some sort of prom fever. I am not letting it catch me.” Rhea complained, ducking into the vehicle. 

You made your way to the passenger side of the car before hopping into the seat next to Rhea. “I counted eighteen of those damn signs today.” You babbled, resting your arm on the center console before trailing on, diffusing the topic, “Anyways, let’s go thrifting or something. I don’t wanna go home.”

Rhea shrugged in agreeance before pulling out of her parking spot. She knew things were tough for you at home. You had recently come out as lesbian to your parents. They weren't unsupportive but they weren't exactly supportive at the same time which had built quite a bit of tension in the household. You came out to Rhea just about two years ago, who was more than supportive. She was your number one defender, always there to threaten whichever classmate that dared to ridicule you.

You knew absolutely nothing about Rhea’s sexuality. Hell, even Rhea knew nothing about her sexuality. She only knew one thing, that she liked you. She didn’t even know when she caught feelings for you, it was like the sentiments were there since the moment you first spoke to her. She hoped as time went on the flutters she’d feel for you would pass on but recently she couldn’t seem to even push the mere thought of you out of her head, it was killing her.

The drive to the nearest thrift shop was comfortably silent…silent if you ignored the Black Veil Brides cd Rhea had blaring…

Entering the store the pair of you let out scoffed laughs as the first thing catching your attention was a large display of second hand dresses. Shaking it out of your heads and ignoring it at first you carried on to wander the isles, grabbing whatever caught your eye to try on later although you’d inevitably end back up to the racks of long dresses. You weren't a big fan of dresses but you wanted to waste as much time as you possibly could, so you decided to browse the gowns with Rhea. 

She pulled a deep maroon dress, the form fitting glittered bodice was paired with a looser, more freeing skirt. “Try it on!” Rhea pushed, shoving the dress into your arms.

“I’d look so stupid in this.” You gave Rhea a bewildered look.

“Oh c’mon just try it!”

“Rhe’ when have you ever given a shit about this stuff?”

“Dude you’re the one that wanted to waste time here…” Rhea playfully scorned, diverting your question.

“Urgh, I hate when you’re right.” You huffed, shuffling towards the dressing room. 

“How ridiculous do I look?” You pouted, opening the door of the changing room before shuffling to the closest mirror.

Rhea stood behind you, peering over your shoulder as you silently studied yourself in the mirror. You looked at Rhea through the mirror as she opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself in her tracks. “I mean it’s cute but where in the world would I wear this?” You shrugged, adjusting the straps as Rhea chewed on her cheeks.

“Wear it to prom.” Rhea timidly broke her silence.

“Why would I go to prom, Rhe’? First of all it would be so lame and second of all I’d have nobody to go with. I’m just gonna put this back.” You mumbled, turning to make your way back into the changing room.

 A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Go with me…” Rhea blurted out, sounding scared of her own words. Her statement caused you to turn to face her with a puzzled expression, Rhea herself even looked surprised at what she just said. Fearing your rejection she quickly added on, “Ya know, like as a joke and stuff. We can make it not lame…”

“As a joke?” Your heart that was skipping beats just seconds ago was immediately let down. 

“Yeah. It’s just a stupid idea we don’t hav-”

“No, let's go…as a joke.” You interrupted Rhea’s nervous deflection. “We’ve got nothing better to do.” You shrugged on watching Rhea’s anxieties fade into the distance as her classic cheeky smile crept upon her face.

After you swapped out of your dress you returned to Rhea who was holding up a silky black dress with a deep slit in the skirt. “This’ll work. I’m too lazy to try anything on.” She chuckled while shrugging.

“That's ballsy Rhe-Rhe.”

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Tonight was the night, you were sat atop Rhea’s bathroom counter, finishing up your makeup while Rhea was shuffling around her closet searching for a pair of shoes. It had been four weeks since Rhea ‘asked’ you to prom and you simply couldn’t keep your mind off it. Although you two planned this whole thing as a joke, something shifted ever so slightly between the two of you, maybe it wasn’t a joke, who knows. Rhea had your heart in your throat at every moment and you were the topic of every thought that popped into Rhea’s head. More than ever the both of you were head over heels for each other, just terrified the other wouldn’t reciprocate those shared feelings.

Your parents were completely unaware you’d be attending prom. You had informed them you were staying with a friend before immediately storming off to Rhea’s house. Rhea’s parents hadn’t a clue either, they were under the impression tonight would be just another night of the two of you doing nothing for hours then sneaking out to go for a drive at three in the morning. There truly wasn’t much reasoning behind this secret, you guys just wanted to have this night for yourselves without pestering parents. 

“Urgh! At this point I’m gonna go barefoot!” You could hear yet another pair of shoes be tossed to the floor. You slid off Rhea’s counter, stepped out of her bathroom and over to her closet. She was already in her dress tearing through a pile of shoes on the floor. “What has gotten into you Rhe’?” You leaned against the doorframe laughing at the fact that Rhea of all people was stressing over shoes. 

 Rhea rolled her eyes ignoring your banter. “Would it make me a hipster if I wore converse?”

“Oh absolutely, I dare you!” 

“You know I will,” Rhea retorted, picking up a black pair of the canvas shoes.

You chuckled before turning to return to the bathroom, letting Rhea know you were gonna change. You got into your dress with ease up until you came to the zipper on the back. You groaned in annoyance, reaching behind to your back attempting to wiggle the zipper to no avail.

“Rhe’, can you help me real quick?” You asked while popping your head out the door.

“Hm? What’s up?” Rhea turned around and questioned before making her way up to you, trying to keep her gaze from falling down to the hand placed on your chest, keeping the dress from completely slipping from your body.

“Zippers stuck,” You pouted, turning around. Rhea’s hand swept across the base of your neck, sweeping your hair to the side. You watched her through the mirror as she began fumbling with the metal, ultimately getting it to slide up your back.

After an awkward exchange of bashful looks the two of you finished getting ready in each other's company. You sat next to Rhea slipping into your shoes while she tied off her converse, took a handful of polaroid pictures together, then eventually snuck out Rhea’s window to begin your hike to the school.

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“Ouu! Ripley’s got a date!” Was whistled out by a classmate as you and Rhea made your way down the congested hallway, making Rhes roll her eyes.

“Shut up dickhead! We’re here as a joke.” Rhea rebutted, flipping the guy off as she carried on down the hall. 

Here as a joke but her flushed cheeks and sweaty hand gripping yours told a slightly different story.

“Dickheads always running their mo-” Rhea muttered, stepping into the crowded gymnasium.

“Shh. It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry about them.” You cut off Rhea, giving her hand a squeeze as you examined the starry night themed room. The area was dimly lit by blue leds and strings of fairy lights. Blue curtains decorated with paper stars draped over the majority of the walls while an array of tables adorned with bottles of fairy lights surrounded a dance floor full of teenagers.

You both seated yourselves near the stage where a live band was playing. Your legs pressed against one another as you fell into an array of conversations. Thirty minutes had managed to sneak by before your meaningless conversation was cut short by your biology teacher.

“You girls gonna sit here and chat all night? Go dance!” 

“But dancing is lame, Mr. Brown.” Rhea groaned while you both turned to face the man.

“I promise you that in ten years you’ll regret not doing anything at your senior prom. Seriously, go dance!” Your teacher stood behind you giving his words of advice. Rhea peeked over to you looking for your opinion. You gave her a ‘why not’ shrug before rising from your seat.

“But I don't even know how to slow dance.” Rhea whined to herself under her breath as she stood up. “If we have to dance, we’re dancing in the corner cause I’m gonna look stupid.” She stipulated.

You guided Rhea over to a secluded section of the dance floor near a wall, reassuring her that you also had no clue on what you were doing. 

“We’ll just do what everyone else is doing, Rhe’.” 

“I think this right,” Rhea unassuredly giggled with a racing heart, taking a hold of your left hand while wrapping her free hand around your waist. You shook your hair to cover your flushing cheeks as you brought your right hand to rest on her shoulder. The pair of you began swaying to the music while trying to hold back laughter, both in slight disbelief at your current situation. Prom was the last place either of you ever expected to be attending.

You were already trailing back into the pit of those sapphire eyes, drowning out all external noise you missed Rhea humming about how beautiful you looked. You were too occupied taking in the essence of your childlike crush to take notice of the grip Rhea had on your waist tightening. You were fully prepared to stare into those eyes all night, but Rhea was eager to run a risk.

A set of warm lips fell onto you abruptly, pulling you by the waist into a desperate kiss. All five senses rushed over your body, sending a rush of adrenaline through your bloodstream, placing you in awe too shocked to move.

Rhea forced herself to pull away, letting a sigh of relief out before the panic settled in, “Shit. I, god I’m so-”

Your thoughts had just now grasped what just happened.

This was a kiss that spent years in the making…you were not just gonna let it end like that.

Your hand slipped to the back of Rhea’s head, pushing Rhea back into the kiss, forcibly putting an end to her apology. She immediately fell back into your lips, closing her dilated eyes. While her tongue slid across your bottom lip begging to deepen the kiss, her hands slid up to cup your cheeks. Time slid away as the two of you fell into each other in your isolated corner of the gymnasium.

Rhea pulled herself from your lips breathless, her parted lips forming an open smile. She wanted more. You attempted to collect your thoughts while catching your breath. Both of you were attempting to draft a response while gazing into each other, because what do you say after tasting your best friend of five years?

“Cool.” You nodded

Rhea shook her head scoffing out a laugh, still making an attempt to regulate her breath. She took grip of your hand, giving it a squeeze before beginning to pull you into the hall without speaking a word.

“Wher-”

“Just follow me!” Rhea cut you off, rushing through the halls as she dragged you behind herself, both of you trying not to stumble over your dresses. 

She halted in front of the nurses office before fiddling with the keypad on the door, “God bless modern technology,” She muttered, managing to get the door open as you watched in disbelief. “Don’t even ask.” She chuckled, scanning the hall to make sure you were in the clear before tugging you into the room.

Once Rhea’s foot forced the door shut her lips directly got to work pinning themselves to your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. 

“Shit Rhe’, there might be cameras.” You pushed through a stunned whine. 

“There's none…” Rhea couldn't even pull her lips away from your skin as she spoke, “Wouldn't stop me either way, I’ve waited too long for this.” She grunted, dragging her kisses to your collarbone. “Now please tell me I can keep going.”

“I don’t think I could ever tell you to stop.” You pulled Rhea’s face to meet your eyes, whispering your confession. There was no need for Rhea to open her mouth, the look on her face alone told you that was exactly what she needed to hear.

“You have no fucking clue how long I’ve waited for this.” Rhea growled, grasping your cheeks as she pulled you over to the nurses twin sized treatment bed. 

She brought her legs to straddle over you, lowering her chest to hover over you. Rhea was attached to you like a dog, her lips were sloppy against yours as her hands snuck to pull up the skirt of your dress. 

Rhea brought herself between your legs, in a rush to finally get a taste of your core.

“Please…I’m begging you, please don't make me wait more than I already have.” Rhea looked up at you pleading.

Your heart was in your throat as you fervently nodded. “I wanna hear your voice,” Rhea begged, whispering out your name.

“Rhea, please just do anything, I need, I need you.”

With that said she hurriedly slid your panties down your legs, tossing them to the foot of the bed. Rhea was making it clear that tonight was her time to shine.

“Fuck, you’re perfect…” Rhea murmured, awed at the sight of your soaked cunt. Her arms tangled themselves around your legs. After years her tongue finally made contact with your delicacy, she preached a string of curses, finally getting what she was after. You propped yourself on your elbows to catch the sight of Rhea exploring your brand new world. You could feel a smirk between your legs as her eyes met yours, thirstily watching you watch.

“Tastes so good.” Rhea praised, sweeping her tongue through your folds before bringing herself to round your clit. You chewed on your cheeks to hush the moans escaping your throat as Rhea wrapped her lips around your sensitivity, allowing her to lightly suck at your skin. Your legs made an unsuccessful attempt at wrapping around Rhea’s head only to be overtaken by her hands, prying them open, giving her full access to devour your aching heat. 

The stealthy addition of two fingers into your emptiness was only amplifying the wobbly knees her mouth alone had created. Her fingers began steadily massaging into you, causing an arch to form over your back. The mixture of Rhea’s roaming tongue and grinding digits already had a knot forming in your stomach.

“Fucking Christ Rhe’, where the fuck did you learn all this.” You struggled out through moans. Rhea let out a soft chuckle as she continued to take your clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue piercing over your sensitivity.

Rhea gave your cunt one last kiss before she brought herself to face you. Now that Rhea had finally gotten a taste of your mouth she couldn't get enough, she had to return for more. Your lips once again blended together, your moans now slipping into Rhea’s mouth as her fingers curled inside your core. 

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Rhea admired, pressing her warmed forehead against yours while her digits continued toying with your clenching walls. Her thumb was soon added to the mixture of pleasure as it rubbed rhythmic circles over your bud. 

“Rhe’, I want to feel you against me,” You opened your eyes, pulling from her kiss while your hips rolled against her working digits. “Please.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes full of adoration, she’d do whatever it took to please you no matter if it took minutes or hours. She let her fingers come to a declined pace before withdrawing from your warmth. She stood up, licking her fingers clean before riding her dress up her legs and dropping her panties. She rushed to return to the bed pulling your leg into the air before propping a leg of hers next to your hip.

Rhea settled her heat against yours, letting out a heavy breath. She gradually started rocking her hips against you, mixing your slick together. You watched as the new sensation of pleasure washed over her, causing her jaw to drop open and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. 

“Just…just like that.” You whimpered as you began to grind your hips at a matching pace, chasing towards your climax. Rhea’s arm clung to your leg that was situated in the air for support as the sound of quiet moans and the rustling of dress fabric bounced around the room. 

“Feels so good, fuck.” Rhea quickened her motions, moaning out the nickname she created for you through heavy breaths.Rhea pushed herself further against you chasing her own high as you squirmed beneath her grinds. 

“Rhe’, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out, reaching for a hand to cling to. Her hand met you halfway, instantly taking you into her grip she pulled you up to meet her face. She was back to those oh-so passionate kisses she could now never get enough of. “Please, Rhe’!” You cried against her, her movements bucking against your cunt.

Rhea nodded into your kiss signaling for your release, her own climax just seconds away. Your series of moans brushed against Rhea’s lips as your orgasm washed over you, hers quickly following. Muffled whines echoed around the room as Rhea’s thrusts against you faltered.

After riding out your highs together, Rhea squeezed herself next to you on the tiny bed and rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “I swear to god if you say cool.” Rhea looked over at you giggling. 

“Unfair!” You joked, resting your head against Rhea’s chest. You both fell into silence simply taking in the moment, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Rhea peppered small kisses to the top of your head as you toyed with the fabric of her dress.

“We should probably get outta here before somebody finds us.” Rhea suggested, breaking the silence.

“Wanna go dance again?” You teased as you turned to face her.

Rhea quickly shook her head, “I’m never gonna dance again. I was so bad.” She laughed, “How about we go find a parking lot and makeout under the stars, hm?”

“I seriously would have never expected you to be all smoochy, Rhe’.”

“Look, I have like five years of kisses to make up for!”

#this one is such a mess sorry lol #i fear i yearned too much #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe smut

[nerves-nebula]

"we had food, but weren't always fed. we had bathrooms but weren't really taught hygiene. we had books and could read, but weren't taught the days of the week or the order of the months. and yet we were expected to fully know all of these things anyway."

(this is a different anon)

Fuuuuccccckkkkkk the wasn't rlly taught hygiene thing hit way to God damn hard,,,, I didn't know u were supposed to like, scrub when u showered or bathed untill I was 12. Fuck my mom didn't even buy me a loofa or anything untill I was THIRTEEN!!!!!!

My parents didn't teach me shit either they just sat me in front of educational shows and let pbs do the work for em.

Fuck! I learned how to walk from the FAMILY DOG!!!!!! and on top of that at the ripe age of one and a half already had a habit of hiding things as I hid the fact that I knew how to walk for an unknown amount time!!!!!

My mom can't remember what my first word was, because it was a whole sentence and that sorta rlly pisses me off to think about.

Parents fucking suck. My parents were, well they were better then their own parents by a landslide but that doesn't mean they were great. They tried, but, two PTSD riddled parents does not a sane child make.

Also rlly digging the distinction u made between abuse and neglect, cuz, like, words are weird in how the brain processes them even when they're technically considered similes.

Fuck I have to many thoughts spring time S.A.D. is a bitch

They tried, but, two PTSD riddled parents does not a sane child make.

haha... same. idk what happened to my mom but shes kind of like a robot, and not in the swag autistic way, in the "she is so surface level and any glimpse i see into a real person under there is fleeting despite be literally living with her and knowing her my entire life. something is wrong with her."

and my dad just clearly has PTSD, among various other issues. i mean he lived through a civil war, it makes sense, but if you imply he has mental health issues he'll KILL YOU and go on a two hour rant about how mental health isnt real cause that's like.. an american thing or something.. idk.

sucks about the S.A.D, but im glad you can relate. i used to be mad that my mom didn't know my first word either, but i figured "eh, there's six of us, I guess it just became less important"

#nnstuff #ask #child abuse tw #child neglect tw #asks are sweethearts

[arttuff]

Okay, so I've wanted to get top surgery for years, but I have no idea how to get it started? Do you just like, call up your doctor and be like "hey can you cut off my tits thx?" How did you get started? (And how much did it cost...) Hope this isn't too personal, thanks.

this is gonna be real informal cuz im just some dude im not a professional

here’s a super basic overview of how I went about it :) let me know if you have any questions anon! I’ll be happy to take a stab at answering

disclaimer is i live in australia so this is probably very specific to australia but if it helps, medicare (our public healthcare) didnt cover much except a couple hundred off the anaesthetist’s fee (but i wont include that in my estimate ily americans)

also this is just how i did it im sure everyone goes about it differently

but my first step was hrt (you dont need to go on hrt for top surgery but if you do it's recommended 6 months on testosterone before you get the surgery so you can get pecs goin beforehand and have more natural looking results. my pecs were juicy as hell by the time i got top surgery, so much so that my mum was surprised lol truly living up to my artstyle)

to do that i had to get a letter from my psychiatrist (this was covered by medicare) saying that i have a documented history of gender dysphoria and am mentally sane enough to seek treatment for it (this is just because of my medical history im pretty sure that not everyone has to do that plus you can look into informed consent)

with that letter of gender confirmation in your hot little hand you can then google around to find who it is you want to be doing your top surgery! i am so insanely lucky that i live in the biggest city in my country, meaning i had some good options. i settled on an award winning plastic/cosmetic surgeon that specialises in gender reassignment-- i love his results, and im so glad i went with him everything looks better than i expected it's so worth it!!!!

anyway once you choose a doctor you ring up and ask for a consultation-- this is not bulk billed but medicare can rebate a bit i think

thanks to covid all of the openings for consultations were full so i rang back once a week for 6 months (oh my god that's obsessive as fuck now that i put it together) until they had an opening

at the consultation you pretty much talk to your doc to let them know what you want, your identity, etc. im a nonbinary butch lesbian and i wanted some pecs but no nipple reconstruction (no nips no worries mate xx) and he made sure i was certain that's what i wanted and that i know the risks associated

the doc gives you an estimation and you decide whether you want to go through the public system (i think this is australia specific) and get put on a waiting list for 3+ years depending on demand, or do it privately (medicare, which everyone has, plust any private healthcare-- i have none)

i decided to go private because i do not think i could handle that wait, and ended up just being able to make it through with overtime at work heehee :) but good lord my wallet is starving

the cost is split up 3 ways between the doctor’s fees, the anaesthetist’s fees, and the hospital fees. there’s more expenses if you stay overnight at the hospital, so it’s better if you have someone to take you home and look after you

so all up i saved money in 2 places: the surgery itself was shorter because there was no nipple reconstruction, and i didn’t stay overnight so i didn’t have to pay that massive amount

all up my cost of surgery was around $11 000 aud (which is around usd $7 600) and the estimate he gave me was $14 000 aud ($9 600 usd) 

that’s a vague and rambly overview! let me know if there’s anything you’re confused about anon! or if there’s any questions you have about top surgery recovery etc :) remember i can only give my perspective from how it’s done in australia I’m sure it’s way different elsewhere in the world

#not art #sorry for the massive spam anon i hope this answers your top surgery questions #anonymous #ask #ask to tag my friends

[idyllic-affections]

AHHHHHHH I LOVE IT❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Holy moly it’s actually out!? I cant believe it. It’s so good! First of all, i love how you just made the atmosphere so cold, yk what i mean. As writers, we have to set the mood to whatever fits the context. You did that perfectly. The mood was so cold and have that subtle unsettling feel to it yk? Like you’re never safe even when the doctor is gone. I also love how you characterized the reader, i love how they have this big cold reputation going on but when in reality, they are one of the (or maybe the only) warmest person in there. They were so kind to the test subjects, making them feel human for once and how they helped their coworkers, even when if the roles were reversed and they may not help them. They dont have do it yet they still do and i feel that’s just who they are in the core. I just love that

Also yes i am the one who sent the request that inspired it. I even still have the screenshot i took (idk why i do that, its been something i do since i started sending requests, i think so i wont forget i did send that request?) I’m literally amazed on how you made that request into this.

Again, im just awestruck with this. I cant wait for another chapter! Hope to see Collei in the next one! Have a lovely day/night aph!

(P.s. so im not sure if you talked about it or im remembering things wrong but doesnt the full blood khaenri’ahns go a bit crazy? Like Erosion, dont they erode? How is Eir still sane after all this time?)

- 🐱 Anon

HIII DEAR I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT ESPECIALLY KNOWING NOW THAT YOU ARE THE ANON WHO SENT THE REQ 🫶🫶🫶💕💗💕💗💖💕💘💕💗✨️💕💘💗💕💘💕💕💘💗💖✨️💕💕

YOU GET IT FR [name] is, quite possibly, the nicest person working in the lab. yes, if you make a mistake, they'll glare at you disdainfully and verbally berate you, but... they will help you fix it, even if they don't want to. they won't leave you for dead (unless you're krupp or elchingen LMFAO).

and with the test subjects... [name] is just so beloved by them. all the test subjects, even those who were regrettably brought in by [name] themselves, trust them and feel safe and human with them.

[name] is kind. they're just a little bit jaded and bitter.

and yes, we will be seeing collei soon hehe <3

(regarding eir, their degradation manifests mostly physically! eir's body is suffering. they have a hard time traveling long distances and their body always hurts and their head is often pounding. so, while they are mentally intact, their body is suffering from the curse.)

#aphelion replies: 🐱 anon 🌸

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personally i can't exactly see that this will end or go about the same way as the game we played. i dont think there was even a camera in the skip room. and you definitely couldn't access tumblr in that iteration.

anyway what im saying is is that, keep doing what you're doing. you're doing great. fuck shit up.

just a warning though it could definitely go way worse. you could end up 'sane' in the epilogue*, sure, but something might happen to you. changes are made to spice things up. you already know that, yeah? things just happen to you.

i'll. save it. it's only been a few days, i think? too early to make sense of anything.

can i just say? i find you incredibly intelligent. for someone stuck in a game. intelligent, more than the rest, to the point that it damns you. regardless, it's never killed you. you're still here. it's fascinating. you're fascinating.

(*you were not sane in the epilogue the rest of us saw. i think another anon said that you were, but i just need to ramble on it. sorry. you were just as frazzled as you ever were. a bit more so. i think the word they meant was coherent? i've went over your dialogue a few times. you mentioned something about the sun exploding, i laughed, honestly, but you sort of broke during it. i can't say to what extent (since i couldn't and still can't read your mind) and i also will not say what makes me think that you 'broke' a bit just in case you wouldn't want to hear it. okay that's all i'm just word. wording. word. yeah)

I mean hey. Don’t look at me. I just adjust the settings in a video game.

#If anyone’s the fascinating one here it’s you. I mean- look at you. Look at how far you’ve gone despite everything. #Look at how devoted you are despite the situation. It’s… incredible. I’d be lying if I said I don’t envy that.

[leafcabbage]

Hello!! Hunger Games anon here and yet again leaving a question here before I forget lol. (Again, sorry if I’m piling these up on you 😭)

In terms of the DRDI lot, during the time when everyone was in district 13 and the second rebellion was in full swing, what kind of roles did everyone have? Like who was the ones going out on field missions and that stuff vs who stayed back in district 13 if that makes any sense ?

hi hi sorry about the delayed answer its due to i had to use my brain lol but here you go! dont worry about piling them up on me, i just happen to be interacting with the outside world more than usual with delays my replies /lh (thats in no way meant to be sarcastic at you its a little dig at myself for never going anywhere haha)

okay, so, i am heavily using the hunger games wiki right now because despite my knowledge of the books/movies it has been long enough that i need to brush up on them... gonna read the books again soon though. though i suppose i should stop apologizing for inaccuracies in an AU haha

tubbo's the mockingjay. he's the face of everything. he's out there in the field at times, and filming stuff at others. he's got bargaining power, which he uses to his advantage. his role basically takes over katniss's but still not exactly the same. but the rebellion needs a face and he's it

tommy is pretty much on the exact same assignments and stuff as tubbo, his job is to play the right hand man, the best friend, everything that everyone expects from him. basically he does what tubbo does but is still seen as less important. he's more expendable. or would be if tubbo hadn't made it clear that if tommy dies, he's out.

wilbur... if i was going to compare him to anyone in the books it would be finnick. his entire focus at first is getting techno back. (and niki and ranboo of course but techno is who he's closest to). phil kind of keeps him sane. he isn't really doing much fighting or anything until techno is back, and then he pretty much sticks with him, wherever hes going

niki and jack did a lot of planning attacks and stuff. niki isnt really able to go out in the field until later on, so the two focus on helping from back in 13.

sneeg is also a good planner and goes on the rescue mission to get ranboo, but after that the majority of his focus is on helping them. he's really stubborn and doesnt really do whats asked of him, but tubbo's got bargaining powers and makes sure sneeg doesnt get shit for it. Someone has to be with ranboo as often as possible

ranboo... is mostly recovering. i dont know exactly where they end up yet, it would be interesting for them to end up in that final move toward the capitol, but im not sure how feasible it ends up being.

ive gotta think more on some of the others i think, there is a FULL cast out here dang. but thank you for asking!!! i always love answering this stuff :D

#IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE HAD IT HALF ANSWERED FOR LIKE A WEEK T-T #cabbage answers #drdi hgau #drdi au #hunger games anon

[phoneybeatlemania]

Previous anon. I think you're right that I chose the wrong time to jump into the discussion. Because George's relationship with Paul really isn't the main thing I struggle with. George's general jokes about the Beatles (especially when they feel directed at fans), occasionally Ringo, and others also make me feel this way. It's more an overarching thing around how to be funny and kind silmultaniously. But I think you still made a really good point about British humor that is helpful to me. (1/2)

Anon Ask 2:  I'm not English and maybe cultural differences play a bigger in role in my discomfort than I recognized.

Reference to last ask

Hiya again! Thanks for getting back to me on this :)

When it comes to making a more general point about Georges sense of humour (and whether the things he said really were Just Jokes, or if they went any further then that), I think theres an interesting discussion to be had there. And while I think his sardonic and deprecating humour was for the most part harmless (or intended to be harmless), theres times where humour can definitely be used as a malicious tool, so within some contexts I think you could make a solid point. 

The thing about George’s mockery of the group though (which included specific members and fans), is that I think this was a way of dealing with fame for him? Like if I had to deal with That Amount of fame, I can imagine that the only even remotely healthy coping strategy I would have would be to just joke about it a lot; so I guess its just worth keeping in mind that theres only so many ways one can go about dealing with immense fame.

When it comes to like Cultural Boundaries, I obviously wouldn’t know where in the world you’re from anon, but if perhaps you’ve grown up somewhere where humour isn’t generally very sarcastic or dry I could see why some jokes would rub off as insensitive, but ultimately his jokes (about the band, fans, legacy etc.) aren’t ultimately going to be representative of his entire experience with fame, legacy and/or the band. It was just a complicated relationship that Im sure he had with all these things. 

There was something interesting I read in Teatles Fanzine recently, which id like to share because it just brings to mind how much George really struggled with fame:

Beatlemania took a genuine toll on George. In the Anthology he said, “All the time, constantly, I felt frightened by things.” As early as 1963 he was having reservations. Allistair Taylor recalled an incident where George had failed to show up to the airport when The Beatles were meant to be flying to London from Liverpool. Taylor phoned him to find out what was going on, and he responded, “I don’t want to be a Beatle.” This cause Taylor to panic enough to go talk to him in person. He stated, “George didn't like all the pressure and the frenzy of the crowds and the fans.”

—Anxiety and the Quiet Beatle by Rose, The Teatles Anthology

As I said in the beginning of my response, I do think theres room for deeper discussions about Georges jokes, and whether they were harmless or hurtful. I would advise you though to just keep in mind that his experience with fame is something none of us are likely to ever be able to truly understand—so while it can be difficult to comprehend some his actions or choice in words, imo we should try remain somewhat sympathetic to that experience too. And while I wouldn’t personally want to ‘psychoanalyse’ George or anything because I don’t consider my self That Much of an expert, what i’ll say is that separating himself from the myth and the legacy I think in part was just a way of staying sane for him, because at the end of the day, he was just a guy*.

[*I think in particular as well, George just didn’t really have the personality type of someone whose kind of Built to do well under fame. Like the amount of fame they all experienced Im sure would take a toll on anyone, but I think theres certain people who would find it more manageable just because it suits Who They Are better, if that makes sense.]

But I can tell from the way you’re writing anon that like, you’re not necessarily seeking out things to dislike about him or trying to be hyperbolic etc. Like I do get that sometimes things about these men are just Hard to understand, because their lives are just Very Different to any of ours. So I appreciate that, and as I say, its a discussion worth having—I just think its important too to try and understand things from his perspective though. 

#but yeah - hope I was of some help here anon :) #hope I havent come off as patronising either tho lol #asks #anon #george harrison #beatles #beatlemania #beatles and sociology #georges psyche

[seeingteacupsindragons]

so do you have a place where all of ur analysis posts are basically? im kind of invested in going through all of ur posts and reading them now

This is very sweet, Anon! I appreciate it!

Ummmm, this...Tumblr blog?

I have a list of YuuMori meta here that I update every few weeks or months. I haven't updated it in a few weeks, but.

I made a JR masterlist at one point, but tbh it's way out of date and would be a pain in the ass to update, so it's probably easier to just search that tag.

I used to have a Supernatural meta blog, but that was deleted years ago and no one needs to read any of that, anyway.

There's also some YOI meta on here...somewhere....a ways back, and I think one or two for Magi from 2016, too.

This is, unfortunately, just a long standing hobby of mine, and I've never bothered to make a tag for my meta. Or a sane and consistent tag for my writing advice.

I should, but IDK what to tag it and it would be such a pain even with the mass post editor.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Please I'm dying. I've been having Axel withdrawals 💔💔 But fr, I ended up staying with my family for a while and I JUST got home. My sleep schedule is FUCKED now, I spent all night on Christmas Eve painting this photo for my aunts boyfriend. I literally went to bed at 6 am, and its only been getting worse. I went to bed at 9 AM TODAY, LITERALLY WOKE UP AT 6 PM. I stayed caught up with Spellbound, thank goodness. It was the only thing keeping me sane at night. I'm like praying that I'll be put out of my misery, either literally or just actually sleep tonight. Though I did have a ton of fun with my grandma, and aunt. I could have done without my brother, but yk.. Beggars can't be choosers.

ALSO?? I GOT ED HARDY PERFUME?? I haven't had it in YEARS, but it spells just as good as I remember. I LOOOVVEE it omg, I'm genuinely so glad that I got it. It's fr the good stuff <33

Also, have you ever LOVED a character, but then come across something that made you cringe so hard over them you lost interest? Well, I've come across a umm... Interesting fic of Choso, and I JUST ABOUT LOST IT. I started grieving and started drawing him again, watching scenes of him, yk.. To gain my interest back, and I am PROUD TO SAY, the brain rot is back. But seriously.. Why would you make an... Incest... Fic of a character...? Pardon my language, but it made me physically fucking recoil. I was genuinely disgusted, it involved up.. Non consensual stuff too. I just can't..?? Had to sit and remind myself that it isn't canon 😭

GLAD TO BE BACK HERE, GLAD TO BE BACK HOME. MISSED THESE ANON ASKS

xoxo 👽 (I'm still scarred over the fic, I don't want to go explore the internet of Choso stuff anymore. I'd rather stick with creators I trust 😃)

ur sleep schedule progressively gets worse each ask u send in it’s crazy but so does mine dw ^_^ actually i think i might’ve just fixed it again who knows maybe i’m lying !

RIP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE BUT IM GLAD U AT LEAST HAD FUN WITH UR FAMILY 🫡 AND OMG ED HARDY PERFUME??? SLAYYYYYY

hm yes see i try not to yuck someone’s yum bc i of all people should not be talking but… i mean like… what’s even the appeal… and i fear… many… fics on tumblr… have that… but whatever i just keep scrolling they can live their life and i will live mine… 🐺

GLAD U R BACK!

#axel answers ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ #axel answers// 👽

[hanniejji]

KAEYA AND DILUC HAVING A LITTLE SISTER

[ diluc x little sister!reader ] [ kaeya x little sister!reader ]

anon: can you make hcs of being both kaeya’s and diluc’s little sister?

notes: i didn't know whether you want me to write separately or generally being their sister but i did both neways hehe | m.list

warnings: fem reader

KAEYA

the more affectionate brother!

pampers you and smothers you as if you're a little kid lmao

he's the chill bro who teases you just because he can

why do i get the feeling that he'd order you around when he's lazy with the "im older than you" excuse

more relaxed and carefree around you

encourages you to do things that you want to try and is always around to support you despite his busy schedule at work gjsjf

accompanies you when you go shopping or want to try a new place

trains you sometimes and shows you the more fun and easy ways to fight a bitch

would invite you to join the knights of favonius but diluc says no lmao

kaeya sneaks you a drink or two because diluc thinks you're too young for anything alcoholic

always has lunch with you and diluc if possible when he has the time

"so, is that the lucky guy that you like?"

"what? no!"

"young lady, i know a liar when i see one. so, what's he like?"

gets you involved when he messes with diluc because diluc can't get mad at you fbskfh

genuinely glad that you didn't try to cut him off after what happened when you were younger, he almost lost diluc, he didn't want to lose you too

DILUC

he might not accompany you in your outings, but he's always around if you ever need a break from kaeya's annoying ass lmao

gives the best advices and helps you when you need it

he might not be able to guide you when it comes to emotional things, but he gives the best hugs so that doesn't matter

he's more strict and serious in training you when it comes to fighting, mainly because he's scared that if he or kaeya doesn't teach you how to defend yourself properly, you might get hurt

he doesn't want to lose another family

scolds kaeya a lot every time the latter drags you to dangerous things

if you visit him in the tavern, he'd teach you a few things in bartending if you're interested uwu

but no alcohol for you young lady

"but im old enough?"

"not unless i say so"

can't get mad when kaeya does something wrong because you're usually involved lmaofbwid

"stop hanging out with kaeya, you're starting to sound like him"

if he sees you interested in something, he immediately buys you things related to it or asks you if you want to sign up for a lesson or training gksjfi

definitely does not want you to get involve in his nightly routine

but you're aware, of course, he can't exactly lie to you either

"it's dangerous and i don't want you to get hurt because of me"

glad that you're still around to keep him and kaeya intact won't admit that though, because if you weren't, he for sure does not know how to get on with life without his only family

GENERAL

how are you still sane? these two will drive you crazy with how many times they fight over who's the better brother

when they were younger, they'd baby you and smother you with love because you're the only female in the family ekfjso

im sorry reader but you're going to have to be matured and strong-willed enough to stop them from fighting each other

you're probably the only reason they're still talking to each other

you're also their messenger

"tell your sorry excuse of a brother to pay his bills in the tavern or im not serving him anything"

"tell our dear brother that he shouldn't make me pay, i'm family after all!"

"i wanna go home"

archons forbid if anything happens to you, that will only be the time they ever agree to something

"did you find out where this guy lives?"

"you don't have to ask, ive known since this morning"

like your brothers, especially diluc other nobles try to ask for your hand in marriage but all of them are rejected lmao

both are protective of you

kaeya's a little more relaxed than diluc tho

"you let her go? on her own? have you gone mad?!"

"she's old enough to go on her own, she's not a kid anymore"

brother diluc and brother kaeya? more like mother diluc and father kaeya—

if you're ever upset, they team up to make you forget whatever made you sad

you're Spoiled™

both have heart eyes for you when you achieve something you've been working hard on or just genuinely happy

you may or may not have the power it takes to rebuild their connection, but if you try, they might put their past behind them to be a family once again :')

#genshin impact #diluc #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin hcs #genshin fanfic #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #kaeya ragnvindr #kaeya x reader #diluc scenarios #kaeya scenarios #diluc imagines #kaeya #honey writes

[everything-laito]

Do you think that Laito inherently hates sex? Or somewhat is disgusted by the act itself and feel like shit afterwards?

A very interesting thought indeed! I’ve been thinking more about this lately due to this being in my ask box for a little bit and also because of this analysis I recently wrote (also the format is super scuffed on desktop for this post for some reason?? Sorry about that for you desktop viewers). 

More under the cut! [edit omg i forgot to add an under the cut asdlkfjsdlkfsjf im so sorry]

I think he sees sex as more of a means to an end and to proliferate his facade. I did write a bit about how he definitely utilizes sex to cope with his trauma, since he’s the one doing it in a controlled manner, but doesn’t realize the pain it’s inflicting on him. (that’s also why I don’t think it’s “therapy” necessarily cuz it’s definitely perpetuating his habits––but yes it does keep him “sane” because he’s just avoiding his emotions skadlfjsdf lmao u cant feel them when they don’t exist!” /j) I think that he doesn’t like sex with how he “does” it typically(/sexual activities). 

When he has consensual (yay!) sex with Yui in MB, he has a completely different reaction compared to other sexual activities he does. This goes for Dark Fate too, he considers these sexual activities with more consent but is more like “hey hey! Can we do this? Can we do this?” (even though sometimes it is dubious––it seems that Yui has a genuine good time with it compared to MB and especially HDB from what I remember.)

I’m unsure about his thoughts during sex, since there’s no evidence backing it up. However, I can probably infer that deep deep down he’s hating it or thinking he could do something differently. I said something like that in this analysis that’s tangential to this:

...he would have perverted thoughts even with his facade “on”. In the earlier games he can’t differentiate what his true feelings are and what he wants to feel (aka his facade). However, to put it generally, some people who do have facades know they’re putting up a mask. For others, it’s subconscious. Maybe it’s a mixture of both, and it gets out of hand for others. It all depends on the situation! But Laito’s mental health state is kinda,,,, far gone, especially in HDB. I know that there’s a psychological extent of some trauma coping mechanisms where people will convince themselves to think that they don’t mind the trauma. In Laito’s case, he convinces himself that his traumatic events turn him on. 

I would have to infer that he doesn’t know his true feelings deep down sometimes, because he gets so surprised/confused @ himself for crying at the end of his MB route. He was confused what tears truly were. So an extremely emotional situation, such as Yui taking her own life at the end of that route, brought his locked up feelings into the limelight. I don’t think that he’d be able to realize that he would hate sex if he’s been doing what he’s been doing the whole time. He usually needs something to take his mask off from the outside. I think he’s beyond “shaking off random thoughts” because he’s so far gone within his facade. 

You can wear a mask enough so that eventually you believe that mask is truly yourself, when in fact it is not. This can be quite common for people who have gone through sexual abuse. Either they don’t realize their true feelings, or they realize it until it’s too late/they’ve made a grave mistake (or they get therapy! Which is great! Please get therapy no matter what you’re going through––but in this case, Laito doesn’t go to therapy >:( get this boy a therapist smh). He might feel like shit afterwards but doesn’t realize it/wants to ignore it, we don’t know, but there’s a lot of material where you can make inferences! I would say it’s in character for him if he truly does have that, especially if he’s forced to think about it. 

Great question, anons! This was a pretty fun one to do, I love thinking about inferences I can make with him, especially these far to reach ones!!! 

As always if you have questions/want clarification/have anything to add, etc, let me know!

Have a good one :)

#laito sakamaki #sakamaki laito #raito sakamaki #sakamaki raito #diabolik lovers #dialover #dialovers #diabolik lovers analysis #ask corn #analysis #dialover analysis #dialovers analysis #laito sakamaki analysis

[hypmicdaydreams]

oh FUCK that last one hurt 😭😭😭 im SO sad omg - can i ask for those sane three (ichi, sama, sasa) when their s/o snaps out of it and comes back to them? i cant just leave it like this 😫

Hey hey anon! I'm more than happy to do a follow up and give our boys the happy ending that they deserve! I absolutely love angst to fluff, so this was so nice to write. Thank you sm for the request and hope you enjoy 💕

𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼, 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀

-pairings: ichiro yamada x gn!reader, samatoki aohitsugi x gn!reader, sasara nurude x gn!reader

-genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (?)

-previous (continuation of this)

Ichiro

months have passed since the last time ichiro saw you back at chuohku, and he still had a heavy heart each and every time he thought about what had happened

as much as he hated your decision, as much as it hurt him, at the end of the day, it was what you had chosen (even if it didn’t seem like you were you in the moment), and ichiro couldn’t do much about that

he thought that he had moved on after months of pondering and healing. ichiro had foolishly thought that if you were to show up at his doorstep the very next day, after having disappeared and lost contact with him, then all those old feelings wouldn’t resurface

but he was dead wrong

when he found you at odd jobs yamada, avoiding his gaze as to hide the fact that you were quite nervous about this confrontation, ichiro was shocked to say the least

all the love he held for you, the emotions that he thought he had buried and gotten rid of, came back in a split second

he felt an urge to run up to and embrace you, thankful that you were safe and seemingly better. the blank and emotionless stare that was pretty unnerving had left your eyes, all the emotion and humanity returning to them

yet, at the same time, ichiro was hesitant to approach you

the last time he did so, he had gotten hurt, and quite frankly, ichiro wasn’t sure if he would be able to deal with that all over again

plus, you had betrayed him, and that was something he couldn’t find it in himself to forgive. once trust was broken, it was difficult to rebuild

however, the moment you apologized and explained everything, from the hypnosis to the hostility, ichiro threw that thinking all away and immediately forgave you

honestly, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for thinking that you, of all people, would leave him. the two of you deeply loved and cared for one another, of course it wouldn’t be so easy for you to simply up and leave or even like you to act so cold

ichiro is so overwhelmed about, well, everything. not only were his emotions getting the best of him-from his feelings of guilt and anger at what had happened to you to those of relief and love for seeing you again-but the sudden info dump was simply too much

and with everything piling up and with finally getting to embrace you once more, the two of you, needless to say, began to tear up a bit

for the next few months or so, he may be a bit overprotective though he wouldn’t necessarily realize it unless you point it out. ichiro simply didn’t want such an incident to happen again

after all that happened, ichiro was relieved that you were finally by his side again

Samatoki

even after you had left, he never gave up on looking for you and trying to bring you back, no matter how difficult or impossible it seemed to be at times

he refused to believe that you had left him. surely there must’ve been some sort of outside influence, especially since he didn’t like the dead look that he saw

everything was pointing to the fact that you were being controlled, but he really had no way of knowing that concretely

samatoki knew that it was going to be difficult to find you now that you worked for chuohku, but well, life wasn’t fair so it was to be expected

he certainly didn’t think it’d be that easy, however, not expecting it when you showed up to his hideout out of the blue one day, looking the same as before save for the blank gaze

when samatoki saw you standing in the doorway to his room, too nervous to step in or say a word considering what had just happened, he didn’t hesitate to rush to you and immediately embrace you, taking in your scent and warmth

even if this was nothing more than a dream, samatoki didn’t care in the slightest. for now, you were here, right in front of him, and he’d relish in your touch before you were gone again

honestly, he doesn’t even really care for your explanation right in that instant, simply more than content with the fact that you were finally in his arms again

and for a few moments or so, he didn’t let you talk. all that mattered was that you were back, and if this did turn out to be a dream, then samatoki wanted to take in your scent and warmth before you were gone

of course, you did eventually explain everything to him, from how you got hypnotized to how you were ordered to leave him, though towards the end you couldn’t help but omit a few tiny details given how he looked like he was about to burst with anger

seeing you standing in front of him, safe and very much alive, samatoki felt relieved and happy, overwhelmingly so. there was no longer that tense atmosphere around you that he had felt beforehand, and this time, he could tell that it was you that was standing in front of him now

but he also felt rage, at both himself and chuohku

at chuohku for, well, hypnotizing you as well as separating you both, but also at himself for being so weak and incompetent

seriously, how could samatoki live with himself knowing that he hadn’t been able to save both you and nemu. you had to break out of the hypnosis by yourself and find him again, not the other way around

regardless, for now, samatoki wouldn’t let you go

definitely got quite overprotective for a while after, practically never leaving your side, even if you were simply going out for a few small chores

he had already lost you once, and he certainly wasn’t about to go through it again

you knew that he had good intentions, and you were thankful that he did care, but it did get a bit much at times

needless to say, however, you were happy to have reunited with him, and so was he

Sasara

the entire thing had hit him pretty hard to say the least

i can see sasara begin to ruminate and perhaps even blame himself on not noticing how you were beginning to feel about the your guys’ relationship

it seemed like no matter what he did, sasara was simply not good at people and anything pertaining to relationships; and that realization hurt him to say the least. not only had he lost the person that he loved with all his heart, but now he was all alone

even though he moved on, sasara still longed for your presence. he often found himself wishing that you did, in fact, come back one day, and you guys would resume your relationship as if nothing ever happened

he had no idea that he was not only a comedian, but also some sort of genie (he kids, but it’s strange that he got his wish not even a few days after the fact)

a knock on the door during the late afternoon could’ve meant anything, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to see you, though it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless

he’s quick to open the door and accept you in, despite the fact that you had left without a trace a few months prior. sasara was sure that you had your reasons, even if they didn’t make much sense to him right then and there

he still held a lot of love for you, so as long as you did apologize and explain why you did it, then sasara thought that he’d be able to forgive you

at first, sasara stays quiet, not really knowing what to say in such a strange turn of events. sure he’s thought of this scenario hundreds, if not thousands, of times before, but now that it was reality, he pretty much froze up

breaking the awkward tension between you two, you apologized for everything that happened, explaining how you were hypnotized by chuohku one day and had no choice but to comply

and with that explanation, sasara began to connect the dots as to why you had acted so strangely back then and why you seemed much more distant and emotionless. you hadn’t been in control of your actions, and as such, it wasn’t actually you that had left him

honestly, he does feel a bit guilty for not realizing it sooner and for thinking that you actually did feel that way, but sasara brushes that feeling off for now and simply embraces you

right now, all that mattered was the fact that you had returned safe and sound, no longer hypnotized and under the control of someone else

of course, he couldn’t help but get angry at chuohku for having done such a thing, but sasara also knew that there wasn’t much he could do about that aspect of it all. they were simply much stronger and larger than sasara, so it’d be a waste of energy to go after them

instead, it’d be much better if he focused on you and only you right now, wanting to try his best to comfort and calm you down. you were no doubt a bit shaken up by what had occurred, and he was the only one that could make you feel better right in this moment

for the next few weeks or so, you’ll find sasara to be a bit more clingy than usual, always texting you and asking if you were alright or needed anything

the entire incident made him realize that he really wasn’t that perceptive of others and how they felt, so sasara wanted you to feel nothing but the utmost comfort and joy. he wanted to show you simply how much he loved and valued you

his efforts were really sweet to say the least, and you were happy to finally be back 

#asks #requests #hypmic #hypnosis mic #ichiro yamada #ichiro x reader #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #sasara nurude #sasara x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #headcanons #gender neutral reader

[ilikekidsshows]

Thank you for being a champion of the show and critically interacting with the show.

I get so demoralized when every few posts in the various tags are people shitting in the show either those who’ve never watched it or salters who are angry their version isn’t playing out. Im so tired of seeing, “cool ideas bad execution” or the obsession with the scraped PV from nearly 10 years ago. It’s bad enough we have youtubers who make video essays that completely miss the point of the show skewing people’s opinions because miraculous is an international success.

I also want to thank you for calling out fandom behavior like how pro sentiadrien theorists take it too far and starts harassing fans who don’t like it and especially for not taking toxic chloe fans shit. I’m not one to defend mr Astruc but for gods sake Chloe fans have to leave him alone and stop bugging him on every little thing.

Just thank you for being a sane figure in the fandom. Your metas on fandom culture and miraculous are greatly appreciated.

Thanks, Anon buddy. I just made a post about my (admittedly) minor grievances with the show's direction, but I will clarify: even if I end up not liking something, it's not a strike against the show's quality, merely my enjoyment, which is a scale. Me not liking one thing (the increased serialization) doesn't mean the show is worse for it or that I suddenly dislike it. I just like it a smidgen less. I can think of exactly one thing that would ruin my enjoyment of the show and I've already mentioned what that is, repeatedly.

I think that’s basically what these people who feel the need to defend talking about the show should consider; do these things you complain about make you dislike the show? Then why are you watching something you actively dislike? It’s like people are embarrassed over liking a kids’ cartoon. Maybe it's their first time liking a kids’ cartoon while outside the target audience so they're insecure about it. Because this reminds me so much of when My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic first became the Big Thing it did. People were always saying things like: “I know it’s girly BUT-” like being girly is a bad thing.

Of course, the “good idea, bad execution” thing is literally people saying: “I wanted this story but I wanted it told the way I like so it’s bad”. If you want a story written to your specifications, commission an author to write it for you. Or, if you’re broke, get acquainted with the AO3 tagging system, there’s a big chance the right tag combination will net you the exact adaptation of the story you want to see, especially with a fandom as big as Miraculous. Or only watch finished shows where you can read the plot synopsis ahead of time to make sure that you know exactly how the story will go before you watch the show so it doesn’t disappoint you. There are other options than ruining everyone else's fun.

And that's basically what the obsession with the PV is. That's the version that wasn't made, so every single dissatisfied fan can convince themselves that, if it had ever been made, that version would have been the one that does everything exactly how they envisioned it. We know jack about it, so it's simultaneously nothing and everything. It's the Schrödinger's show; the concept was bad enough that no network wanted to finance it, but it was so good that every single fan who finds someonething wrong with the Miraculous Ladybug we did get would have loved it. It's only because there's a "beta version" the fandom knows about that the fandom can pin all their ideas of how the story should have gone onto it.

I'm just very tired of seeing people complain who will clearly never be happy with what the show gives them even when it clearly starts catering to them. I've even seen people who admit to liking the new direction of the show towards being more linear, who say it's an improvement, say it's "still not good enough" and those people need to go read an event comic if they think a story needs such a convoluted continuity that you need to make notes to keep up. And I'll say, even though I prefer the 80% episodic 20% serialized story structure, if Miraculous did go fully serialized, I'd still think it was good.

I just feel kinda silly about complaining about minor gripes when other people apparently have issues that require a complete reboot of the series. Frankly, it's clear that those issues are less issues with the show and issues with how these people engage with media.

#media and fandom response #ml fandom salt

[cblgblog]

Sorry I’m advance but one of my other favorite accounts just reblogged a Tony scene and people are talking about Civil War and how it made them Stan Tony, and how when they watch that movie they hate team cap👀 Then someone was all about how he was sleep deprived and how much pressure he was under and couldn’t understand how people didn’t like Tony because. Someone literally said that when someone says they don’t like Tony in Civil War they say “did you watch the same movie as me.” I’m baffled. Oddly enough someone else said, “he just wants to help everyone.” Sorry for the rant but I think people forget about what the accords are and what it would mean for people. Side note, I hope you’re having a great day/night 😀

No sorry needed!

I feel you man, I do. Honestly, I’ve unfollowed people based on similar posts when I was in especially Done moods, so.

Look on the one hand, the movie would’ve been a narrative failure if everyone was in favor of one side or the other, right? The whole point of the damn thing—besides giving the Mouse overlords more money—was to spark discussion, debate. Which, yeah, we’ll call that the tame description for what actually happened. But just, the thing was meant to split the fanbase so in that regard…winning? Thanks, I guess?

Film is also very obviously subjective, different strokes for different folks, so yeah, ten people can watch a movie and none of them are gonna see the exact same film. Let’s try to remember that this is, in theory anyway, a good thing. I just read a professional film review yesterday where I had the same reaction. What film were you watching, dude? Incidentally his reviewing partner said the same thing.

So honestly, no, they weren’t watching the same film as you or I or anyone else, because everyone brings their own biases and experiences and knowledge and interests into a thing, and that’s always going to flavor how it’s viewed. Again, let’s try to remember that this is good. In theory. Heavy on the theory.

That out of the way? Let’s get into Tony specifically so his uber stans can find this and scream at me on anon as though I just shot RDJ with a nuke.

Oh yeah, he was stressed. Oh, he was sleep deprived. Yeah, I’ve heard that. And that it’s Pepper’s fault, if she hadn’t left the poor baby, if she was there to rein him in, he’d be fine dammit, leave the baby alone!

Here’s the thing. You know who gets a pass on their shit behavior when they’re upset or tired? Actual babies. Actual babies and toddlers, and children, up to a point. Because they actually cannot always help themselves. Their bodies and brains are different, they have not learned better.

When you’re a 50-year-old man who’s supposedly the world’s bestest superhero, who wants, wants to be in charge of protecting the whole world? You need a little more self-control than that. The sleep deprived excuse works if you snap at someone before you’ve had your coffee, not for this. Roseanne Barr didn’t get to blame Ambien for her racism, Tony doesn’t get to handwave CW away because oops, I was tired.

Really? You’re a superhero, dude. Most of your teammates are tired too, that’s part of the gig. If you crash and burn this badly without your afternoon nap, fucking hang up the armor and go back to your billionaire playboy lifestyle.

Speaking of that, sure, right. It’s Pepper’s fault because she left him. Put aside the argument on whether that was justified or not (cough, it was and she should’ve stayed away even though they are adorable together). It’s not Pepper’s job to keep Tony sane. It’s not any partner’s job to do that for anyone. If she wants out, she has a right to that, without Tony going off the rails and blaming it on her. Seriously, he says part of the reason he backed the Accords was to “split the difference” with Pepper.

Dude. You were an asshole and you lost your girl. You destroyed all your suits, turned an emotional and mental corner in IM 3…and then relapsed 4 minutes later I guess because Whedon. Either way, Tony admits himself that he does not want to stop. So instead of doing that, or finding another partner who can accept that, you back an unjust international law that pits you against your team, your supposed friends? Go to therapy, have a pint of ice cream, cry into your pillow, send her more of those strawberries you sent her in IM 2 that she’s allergic to. You don’t go trying to change international law in ways that could ultimately affect millions of people because your girl left you.

Honestly—and thank God they didn’t do this but—the only way the Pepper excuse works in excusing his behavior in any way is if she’d died. Or been severely injured like Happy in IM 3. Still wouldn’t be okay, but, like Quill messing up their chance to stop Thanos because Gamora died, it would’ve been more understandable. Understandable, not excusable, and the way the MCU treats their women as manpain fodder, we’re probably legit lucky we didn’t get this.

As for him wanting to help everyone. He does in fact want that, I think. The problem is that his need to feel like he’s doing that is stronger than his rational mind, or his want to actually help in a constructive way.

Tony is too smart. He’s dumb as hell in many instances, mostly involving people and relationships, but he’s also too smart, and he’s been told for too long that he’s smart, and he’s bought into it. Ultron. Suit of armor around the world, protects the world, no more alien threats. It’s a simple concept on paper that fails in execution. So there are people with dangerous powers. Okay, we’ll make a set of laws to keep them from being dangerous, problem solved. But again, it isn’t.

Tony is not used to problems he cannot solve. He’s a genius, right? He can fix anything. He should be able to fix anything. That’s how he feels. But not everything is zeros and ones and circuits, things that can be fixed mechanically like his armors can. The people he wants to protect are not built that way. But he needs to feel like he’s doing something, because he’s terrified of what happens to the world if he doesn’t. So he creates these simple solutions to complex problems. The suit of armor, the Accords. They sound good in theory, but the problems they’re trying to solve are bigger than they are. And Tony, way back in IM 1, he sat back for years, clueless that his weapons were being used for bad things. He says it to Cap in CW. When he found out what his weapons were being used for, he went in and stopped it. Whether or not he should’ve known that already is a separate issue here. The point here is that when he found out, too late or not, he went in and did something about it.

Tony needs to do something about it. Again, go back to Cap in AoU, Tony’s nightmare sequence. Steve asks Tony why he didn’t save them. Tony’s ultimate nightmare is that he sits back and does nothing, and his inaction causes everyone to die. Which is where you get Ultron. Something he came up with because of what he saw in space in Avengers 1, then doubled down on in AoU. It’s where you get the Accords. Oops, he caused someone to die, he killed Charles Spencer. Must do something about that right now so it doesn’t happen again, and he won’t have to feel this guilt. He should be collaborating with others to come up with solutions (no Bruce in AoU doesn’t count because Bruce was dumb there), or at the very least, taking more time to think through the repercussions of the things he puts out there. But he doesn’t, because he’s got his savior complex that tells him that he alone can and must fix this, and because he’s too dumb to realize how not-smart he is in certain areas.

“We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I’m game.”

Isn’t that what he says in CW, or something very close to it? Whatever form that takes. That’s the issue, right there, whatever form that takes. Realistically, yes, there should be laws regarding people with powers, the same way there are special laws pertaining to people who carry guns, or people who are licensed to fly planes. You have a thing/can do a thing that not everyone else does, so there are regulations pertaining to that thing. Laws change with the times, they always have. Some new technology comes up, eventually there will be laws that regulate it. As there should be, honestly. The issue with the Accords, Steve’s issue with the Accords, was not the basic idea. He says as much. He says that it could work, but there would have to be safeguards. Safeguards that are not in the Accords that Tony wants him to sign.

It's not a matter of oh, fuck the law, there should be no law governing these people, they’re above it. The problem is that the law as it’s presented here is unjust. There’s what, a month between Lagos and Ross coming by to tell them about the Accords? A month is not enough time to properly analyze such a big issue, Especially when you’re reacting out of fear, which is what happened with Lagos. People died because of an Enhanced person, an Avenger, in this case. Lawmakers don’t want that to happen again, they especially don’t want the political shit storm that comes with it. Damn, we look like we were asleep at the switch here, not having anything to throw at this problem earlier. Quick, let’s throw together this thing so no one can say we’re not addressing the problem.

Patriot Act of 2001, anyone? 9/11 happened, the public were rightfully terrified, the US said oh man, these are unprecedented circumstances, we’ve never had this before. Don’t worry though, we’re on this, we’re protecting you. The reality being that that bill simply gave the government too much power, most of it being used against people who were not actually threats, and it’s debatable, to say the very least, whether or not that law helped more than it hurt.

No law is perfect. No law ever will be. It’s not possible. We still have to strive for perfection though, have to aim there so that the laws we get are as close to fair as possible. Tony’s a big deal. If not for his “whatever form that takes” attitude, he might’ve been able to use his influence to pressure lawmakers into coming up with a fairer bill. Hey, I’m me, the public loves me, I will endorse this bill publicly and work on getting the rest of the team to sign, but you need to change this and this and this first, or no deal. Instead, he took the easy way out, the quickest, easiest way for him to feel like he’s atoned for his sins without actually doing anything. Whatever form that takes.

Tony’s not wrong because he backs the creation of a law that addresses these things. He’s wrong because he says himself that he does not care what that law does, specifically, so long as it exists. He’s wrong because he violates said law upteen times during the movie, while preaching to team Cap about what assholes they are for not backing it. He’s wrong because he cares more about feeling as though he’s tackled a problem than he does about taking the time to make sure that the thing he’s proposing is actually a good idea. He’s wrong because of what he does with Bucky, though that’s honestly a separate issue, for the purposes of this discussion.

Anyway, that was longer than I ever wanted it to be. Damn. Next time you see a comment about CW being the reason people stan Tony, just remember there are other people out there who stopped stanning Tony because of that movie. Everyone’s entitled to see a piece of media however they see it, and although the Tony stans are often the loudest, there are plenty of like-minded people out there who share your take on events. Block who you need to, unfollow who you need to, blacklist what you need to, and don’t let them get you down.

Hang in there, and have an awesome day :)

#pro steve rogers #pro team cap #anti tony stark #anti tony stans #anti iron man #anti team iron man

[shinsoussimp]

can i request keigo with a fem s/o who's parents are emotionally and mentally abusive? 🥺

a/n: of course anon! i also want to say that you’re not alone. i’m going through a similar situation and i know it’s hard. but you’ll get though this. just because it’s not physical doesn’t mean it’s not valid. if you are able, reach out to get help because nobody deserves to be treated this way. just know that your chosen family will be there for you. if you haven’t found your chosen family yet, you will. i promise. 

a/n: for context, hawks is a little bit younger in this. like college aged before he becomes a pro. this ended up being the longest thing i’ve written on this blog but i hope you still like it :D

TW: mental/emotional abuse, graphic language 

Hawks when his girlfriend’s parents are emotionally abusive

the times you spent with your boyfriend keigo were always the most peaceful. he made you feel safe and loved. which is not something you felt often. and the times where you had to go back to your own house were the worst, ever. that meant that you were going back to people that constantly beat you down. no matter how hard you tried you were never enough for them. but you were too nervous to tell keigo about everything was happening. even though at some times it was pretty obvious.

“are you sure i can’t stay over tonight?” you ask softly not so subtly trying to escape your own house for the night.

“im sorry baby girl but i have to wake so early tomorrow for training.. how about this, after class i’ll swing by your place and we can go get ice cream.” you smile and nod trying to hide the nervousness at the thought of going back home. of course ice cream with keigo is amazing, but you just really needed to be with him tonight. but because you didn’t want to inconvenience him you dropped it. after a couple more hours you were on your way back home. once you walk in the door you see your parents sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for you. great.

“well look who decided to show up.” your dad looks up from his book narrowing his eyes at you. “care to explain what you were doing out so late?”

“i was back before curfew.” you mumble checking the time again just to make sure, you definitely were back on time.

“since when was it okay to talk to your father like that?” you mom snaps standing up and crossing her arms in frustration.

“talk to him like what?” you ask softly careful that there was no attitude in your tone. but no matter how hard you tried they always heard some.

“we’ve had enough of your behavior you ungrateful little bitch!” you try to not let their words affect you as you put your keys in the bowl by the door and walk over to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

“i bet she was out whoring around.” your dad scoffs. okay that stung. but you refuse to let them see how they were affecting you. you didn’t want to give them that satisfaction. 

“if i knew our daughter would turn out like this i would have never had her..” your mom sits back down with a huff. you gulp down your water and rush to your room. right as the door shuts, a choked sob escapes. you lay down on your bed as tears rush down your cheeks, blurring your vision. looking down at your phone you pull up keigo’s contact.

“i have to wake up so early tomorrow for training..” his voice rings in your head as you turn your phone back off. you can’t text him now, he’s probably asleep. and you wouldn’t want to be the reason that he’s tired in the morning. so you hug your pillow and cry until you feel your eyelids get heavy. you don’t even bother to change into pajamas before passing out.

the next morning your alarm blares forcing you to wake up. you groan and stretch your arms above your head. but right then you realize that your morning of peace you usually had would be gone. your parents had the day off work. you quickly get ready for class and walk over to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

“you really have the audacity to show your face after storming off like such a brat last night?” 

“i’m sorry.” you mumble as you grab a granola bar, shoving it in your bag. you mom scoffs and walks back into her room. great way to start your day. but luckily that’s the only comment made before you grab your keys and head off to class.

you walk into the lecture hall surrounded by half asleep students complaining about having to be there. but you always find yourself thankful that you were there and not at home. but today your mind drifts back to the awful words you have heard recently making it hard for you to focus. before you know it the bell rings. now it’s time for the guessing game. your parents have the day off, but will you be lucky enough that they decided to go out and do something? or will you see their cars when you pull into the driveway. sadly it was the latter. you pull your keys out of the ignition and trudge up to the front door. once you open it you hear screaming. great, they were fighting with each other today too. the only thing keeping you sane at the moment was that you got to go out with keigo today. after changing into better clothes and fixing your hair, you stand in front of your parents waiting for them to notice you, and once they do, they scoff and roll their eyes.

“what do you want?” your dad snaps. you sigh and look down at your feet mustering up enough courage to speak.

“i-i’m going out..” even though you expected it, it still made you jump when your dad slammed his fist on the table.

“are you kidding me?!” your mom screams. “everything we do for you and this is how you repay us? by going out to see that little fuckbuddy of yours?!” but little did you know that the “little fuckbuddy” was standing outside the front door with a bundle of roses in his hands. and the window was open.

“you’re disgusting y/n. i thought we raised you better than this.” your dad spat out.

“he’s my boyfriend.” you try to defend yourself but you cringe at how small your voice sounds.

“y/n, no he’s not. even if he says he is, nobody would want to be with you for any longer than like a month.” your mom says with a sickeningly condescending voice. and by now, keigo has heard enough. he can’t even stop himself from banging his fist so hard on the door that he would be worried it might break if he wasn’t so angry. you jump at the sound and turn to look at the door. you didn’t realize he was here, but now you’re just praying that he didn’t hear anything. your parents put on their facade as the loving parents that they are far from and walk towards the door.

“you must be keigo! we’ve heard so much about you.” you mom smiles.

“only good things!” your dad reaches his hand out to shake his and keigo scoffs.

“wow if i hadn’t heard everything before this i would probably believe that this is how you actually act.” his words shock all three of you. 

“excuse me?” you dad questions, a bit of the regular anger evident in his voice starting to peek through.

“y/n get over here.” keigo says with soft eyes. you immediately walk towards him but your mom’s arm across your chest stops you.

“she’s not going anywhere.” you mom says with a clenched jaw.

“i suggest you get your hands off her before i call the police.” keigo raises his eyebrow, trying his best to keep a calm demeanor. the arm moves out of your way and you move to stand next to keigo. 

“you disgust me. i hope one day you can see how much you fucked up by treating y/n this way. and the fact that a childless student like me can see that this is no way to raise a kid, meanwhile you two think it’s okay, shows how fucked you are in the head.” keigo places his hand on the small of your back and leads you to his car. he opens the door for you and puts your seatbelt on. you sit there still trying to figure out what just happened. he quickly drives away but stops the car again once he’s around the corner. he runs over to your side and opens the door. his hands cupping your face and wiping tears that you didn’t even realized had fallen down your cheeks.

“did they ever hit you?” his eyes, full of panic, roam your body and face. you shake your head and he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug.

“i don’t want you going back there. they don’t deserve to have someone as amazing as you in their presence.” you pull away and look down at your lap.

“kei i don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“are you kidding? you’ll obviously be staying with me.” he smiles softly but the smiles drops when you shake your head. 

“i don’t want to get in the way..”  you say softly and his expression changes to one of pain. his eyes well up with tears when he remembers his words from the night before.

“i have to wake up so early tomorrow for training..”

“baby i’m so sorry. i’m so so sorry. i didn’t mean it like that you’re never in the way, i promise.” he’s mentally slapping himself because if only he realized what was going on sooner. maybe he could have kept you from getting hurt more. you look at him, able to tell exactly what he was thinking.

“it’s okay kei, you had no way of knowing.” he pulls you into another hug and runs his fingers up and down your back.

“you’re staying with me, okay? we’ll figure out how to get all of your stuff later. no one’s ever going to treat you like that again.” tears start streaming down your cheeks again and you nod. after a few minutes you pull away wiping the tears from his face as he does the same for you.

“can we go get ice cream?” you ask softly.

“yes baby girl,” he chuckles “let’s go get ice cream.”

#keigo x reader #keigo angst #hawks x reader #hawks drabble #hawks angst #hawks #bnha angst #bnha x female reader #hawks x female reader #keigo fic #hawks fic