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should-be-sleeping · 7 months

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Tough day today... and friendly reminder that being human is easier when we help each other.

I saw one of our neighbors, an older woman we sometimes talk to in passing, sitting outside of her house. I don't know what exactly made me look twice, but on second glance as we drove by I realized her walker was in the grass. She was otherwise just sitting there, like she had a thousand times before, so it would have been easy to assume she was fine and go on with my life as normal but something told me to go check in on her anyway.

She was not fine. She was the polar opposite of fine. Just diagnosed with terminal cancer not fine. No next of kin not fine. A veteran facing eviction from her house for missing rent while in the hospital not fine. In constant debilitating pain not fine. Only semi-lucid not fine. She was extremely alone not fine.

I thought, at most, she might be bored while unable to pick up her walker not fine. A five minute detour from my day not fine. A help her back into her house and say "see you later!" not fine. Instead I spent the last three hours with her because she was so scared and alone and no one should be alone.

We talked a lot while I was there. She's actually two years younger than my mom (who also has cancer but slightly better luck, I guess). I helped her into her house and got her a drink and we talked about what all is going on with her. None of it was good. I was as reassuring as I could be, but there's only so much of this I can actually help her with.

"Why did you come?" she asked through tears.

"Because you looked like you might need some help."

She called me an angel. I told her I was just doing my best. I told her that kindness should never be rare. That we should all try to make the world just a little bit better than it was.

She offered to pay me but I told her I was just there as a friend. Before today we were basically strangers. No need to repay me with anything other than her company, I assured her. She cried, a lot. I managed not to somehow. Something tells me she had needed to cry long before this but in being Strong she never had the chance to.

She needed to get her mail, which is a long walk when you're disabled because it is not at all handicap accessible (across a parking lot, over a bridge, across a small field). So I helped her get her mail. We stopped every three feet because her pain was so bad, but she was determined to be able to go do this with me and not just send me on an errand. I patiently stayed with her and reminded her, through her apologies, it was fine to take our time: there was a nice breeze and birds were singing. She appreciated this. She loves nature.

Halfway back she said she wanted to go to the pool. To put her feet in the water. She loves water, and has not been able to even see the pool in a month. Neither of us were dressed for swimming, but I took her to the pool anyway. There is a stair leading down to it, meaning she couldn't bring her walker, so I offered her my arm.

We went to the pool. She put her feet in the water and then, with more energy and enthusiasm than I'd seen the whole time, she jumped in. In her fancy dress! She was instantly ten years younger at least, clear and happy, floating in the sun. Dress and all. She grew up with a pool and had been on a swim team.

I sat by the edge of the pool while she swam, keeping her company and also making sure she was okay. When she got tired I took her back home and then had to help her get undressed and redressed. I made sure she felt no shame. Getting out of wet clothes is hard for anyone, let alone someone with like twenty pounds of tumors racking them with constant pain.

She was so fucking happy to have gone swimming.

She is trying to "make everything right" before she goes. Trying to repay her debt to society and her debts in general. She couldn't understand why the corporation that owns our houses wouldn't take her money. She was genuinely distressed -- not to be homeless on her deathbed but to not leave this world with a clean slate. I told her intent matters. She can only do her best.

This company not letting her repay her debt was their fault, not hers.

When I finally needed to go, I told her to let me know any time she needed a hand or just wanted company. She told me she was going to die tonight. I told her I hoped not, so I could see her tomorrow. I offered her a hug, we hugged and she sobbed for a solid ten minutes into my shoulder. I told her she was okay. That it was okay.

When I got home I cried myself, because I could not believe she was going through all of that alone. I cannot even imagine how isolated she must have felt. Once I pulled myself back together I sent her a text reminding her to reach out any time and I'd do my best to come over. Like, any time at all.

I hope she is here tomorrow.

#choose kindness #existing helps #if we exist together #life #read more

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auti5tic-n3rd · 9 months

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Some of my favorite reactions to Ao3 being down in honor of how absolutely wrecked I am right now. ♡ :')

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animaymay · 1 month

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SxF 96 Analysis: Some Small Details About the Reveal

Ok, hear me out. I haven't even read the manga for Spy x Family (yet); I've only watched seasons 1 and 2 of the anime, but I've somehow stumbled upon spoilers for the last two chapters (ch. 95 and ch. 96), and other small bits here and there.

And since I am not totally caught up on the story, I hesitate to call this a proper analysis since I'm mostly going off of what I know from the anime at this point. But!

I've been following the chatter and excitement following chapter 96 and I just wanted to throw this quick analysis out there, since I haven't seen some of these details mentioned yet.

So, I'm going to focus on this particular moment, just for what it is. Down the line, after catching up and having all of the character and story details, I might revisit this scene again with additional insight.

Of course, I'm sure we've all seen this panel at this point.

At first glance, this panel is beautifully drawn. You can tell that it was drawn with a lot of care and attention to detail. Typically, such manga panels are used to emphasize the fact that this is an important moment for these characters and/or the story.

There are even bits of confetti(?) flying around them, reminiscent of cherry blossom petals; this is another known technique used in manga to indicate the emotional importance of a scene for the characters featured.

That all feels pretty obvious, I'm sure. But I also wanted to point out other small details given here, which could potentially add another layer to this scene for folks.

I've seen a lot of discussion around how Anya's admission here is a big deal (and it is). But I haven't seen anyone mention the small detail here that she whispers, "I can read people's minds."

I believe that is also why we see that speech bubble transparently -- to visually show us the softness of her voice in that moment (in addition to representing Anya's willingness to be transparent about herself).

However, let's consider the conversation up until this moment. Right before, Damian had jokingly asked her, "How did you know about my dog and the pond, anyway? What, did you read my mind or something?!"

Of course, he was not expecting Anya to say, "Yes". But it's not the fact that Anya said, "Yes" that makes this scene impactful. Anya could have easily said the exact same words, at normal volume, with a smirk on her face, and nobody would think twice about it. Damian would have immediately understood that she was teasing him. And anyone overhearing their conversation would have thought the exact same thing.

But that isn't what happened. Because Anya was serious in that moment. With a genuine expression on her face, she says, "Yes" and then she whispers her secret to him.

And that is what shocks Damian. That is what causes him to freeze.

In that moment, he's able to sense her sincerity and hear the truth in her words.

His gut reaction is to believe her, whether it's because it's Anya or because of how she said it. It isn't until he has a second to think and his brain kicks into gear that he starts to notice the disparity between what he knows to be true and what Anya is telling him. In a split second, he questions this, and then ultimately rejects the notion that she could be telling the truth.

Why?

The obvious answer would be that what she's told him does not line up with what he knows to be true of reality. The rational and logical part of his brain overrides his heart and his gut, ultimately recognizing this disparity and forcing him to reject Anya's claims.

However, they are at a young enough age that it wouldn't be uncommon to easily believe in "impossible" things like magic or superpowers. So, there's also a chance that it goes a bit deeper than this.

Perhaps this sudden display of sincerity and truth from Anya didn't line up with her typical behavior with him. He's not used to seeing that side of her, and as a result, his mind resorts to him thinking that she's lying to him. He thinks that she's just teasing him. Not only because that's what he expects from her, but also because the only other alternative would be for him to admit that they've just shared a true moment of openness and transparency between them.

Anya's whisper implies, "this is only for you to know." As a defense mechanism, Damian's brain decided that it was more likely that Anya was teasing him than it was that she was being vulnerable with him in that way.

Another detail from this moment stems from the fact that this reveal takes place while they are dancing together. Partner dancing is an activity that requires cooperation and teamwork. At first, we see Damian and Anya struggle with getting the hang of it, but eventually they start working together.

That, in itself, seems to be a fairly good representation of their relationship with each other. However, even more so, it follows the flow of their conversation in this moment. It isn't until they start cooperating that they start to open up to one another.

And the pinnacle of the conversation -- the reveal -- happens at the exact moment when Damian dips her. Not only does this make for a picturesque panel, but it is also a symbolic visual of what's happening.

Dipping your dance partner inherently requires a level of trust. The person being dipped has to literally put themselves in their partner's hands. Depending on the dip, they are giving up varying levels of control and safety over to their partner. They have to trust that their partner won't drop them, or bring them too close to the floor; they have to give up their balance and trust that their partner can hold the weight that they're giving up. And their partner takes on the responsibility and burden of that person's trust (as well as trusting that the person that they're dipping does not throw themselves around carelessly).

And here, in this scene, despite the bickering we see Anya and Damian do, we see that there is at least that small amount of trust between them. Anya trusts Damian to dip her, and Damian trusts Anya to be dipped.

But underneath the surface level, the fact that Anya whispers her secret to Damian while he's dipping her reinforces the idea that she trusts him with that knowledge. In that moment, she gave up some of her own control and safety, and placed it in Damian's hands. Only his. Her whisper implies, "this is only for you to know." And he's been given the responsibility and burden of deciding whether to hold it, or drop it.

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feli-artblog · 3 months

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bobgasm · 30 days

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let’s romanticise the “keep reading” feature

i know some of you new users aren’t as familiar with tumblr’s dashboard and that’s okay! i’m here to teach you a lil something that will revitalise the way you long post on this site.

tumblr has two forms: web browser and mobile app

no matter which way you prefer to post either long fic or simply have long posts about your life, current news affairs, whatever, there are now ways on both mobile and web to add a “keep reading” break. back in the early days of the app, we used to have to type out code that added the break [ READ MORE ] iykyk and it only sometimes worked. now we have a much easier button to press on both the web browser and the mobile app.

web:

mobile:

go forth and long post to your heart’s content!

#psa #reading break #keep reading #read more #tumblr ettiquette

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ouchthathurts · 9 months

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ High-School! Gojo Satoru x Female! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 2.8k (little guy!)

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ With the discussion of everyone's phone numbers, Satoru realizes that he has no way of communicating with you outside of school, which he wants to do so very much. Satoru's neediness and pride gets in the way; however, how can he get you to want his number without the meddling Utahime taking great recognition over the fact that she holds knowledge of Satoru’s feelings for you.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ Kaguya-Sama: Love is War got me wanting to write again! I love this little group dynamic so very much!!!

“I can’t believe you didn’t respond to what I said, Shoko.” Utahime cried out to Shoko who was sitting next to you, the three of you were having your free time out on a bench, “I didn’t see your text.” The brunette yawned, the cigarette loosely hanging from the corner of her mouth while the girl next you continued to find herself practically sobbing on Shoko.

"Of course, she didn't!" A voice called out from behind the two of you, the three of you turned around to see what loud and obnoxious voice called out to the three of you. You all turned your attention to be met by the one who was held in high regard by those higher yet amongst peers was one who was a disturbance to the peace.

"Shoko never answers my texts either!" Satoru had cried to you all whilst holding onto Suguru and crying into his shoulder, the three of you rolled your eyes at his behavior before Utahime spoke up, "Like anyone would want to text you!" Shoko and you stifled your laughs before Gojo argued with the girl.

"Oh, Utahime, crying again about things you’re not strong enough to handle?” You watched the dark-haired girl's face scrunch up in anger, Shoko immediately went to massage her shoulders whilst you put your hand up and waved Satoru off. "You're so dead!" Utahime seethed through her teeth fanning the flames of anger that had built up for so long.

Shoko noticed the familiar way the two would fall into, she cooed to the girl next to her. "Don't listen to him. Satoru only texts me and Suguru, and we don't even respond to him that much." Utahime couldn’t help but find herself lulled by the brunette’s voice while the white-haired boy found his heart crushed by such.

Satoru cried out to Shoko, "How could you say that!?" The four of you watched in amusement before Suguru told Satoru off leaving Utahime to agree angrily. "But you guys never text me!" The white-haired boy cried, "Who am I supposed to send all these pictures to and talk about the memories with if none of them will respond!?" You all watched him in confusion, except for Utahime who was watching him with a smirk on her face.

"When Shoko doesn't answer, you know who I depend on?" Utahime chirped, her voice hiding the sinister tones of wanting to show-off to the lonely sorcerer, she hopped over and wrapped her arms loosely around your neck from behind. The way Utahime said your name made you flush, you couldn't help but smile at the attention, "I only answer because I know how lonely you get without Shoko." You waved her off.

This interaction left Satoru in a conflicted state, the brain combated Utahime's as if the two harbored telekinesis, he couldn't think of any reason as to why he would even want to text you in the first place. Satoru huffed at this before waving his hands dismissively, "Who would wanna text them anyways?"

Utahime smirked at this with her eyes slowly closing to hide her glare, "Oh, I know someone who would wanna text 'em." Satoru found Utahime’s eyes on him, watching him like a predator through her closed lids, he cursed himself whilst trying to find the proper footing for the situation.

All Satoru had in his mind was when the young woman had often caught him staring at you, she followed behind the young man and was the one who found him leave chocolates for you on White Day. Utahime was loud about it, laughing hysterically at such a sentimental Satoru, he knew he couldn’t scare her into not telling you. In result, Satoru accepted this leverage that Shoko held over him.

You took notice of Utahime’s reference to the one who brought you chocolates, "Maybe the person who leaves those things on your desk would really want it." Your ears perked up at this, your eyes wandered away and a look of disdain painted your face, "Oh. I'm not really interested in someone if they can't say it to my face." You called out. "If they wanted to say something they should say it, I want someone confident enough to tell me they want me. Face to face."

This caused Utahime’s eyes to lazily roll over towards Satoru’s, “Is that so?” The young man wanted to holler into the sky after finally facing the consequences of his actions after teasing the young woman after she was saved by Suguru and Satoru. Satoru needed to tell you to your face, and he did want to do that, someday, it's just that he needed to be sure that he's ready for you. Satoru wanted to break down and cry at the fact that not only had you seen him as a coward for not saying his feelings to you.

Satoru continued to think for a moment, there was something he needed to say to get your number, in some way he needed to convey that he wanted to talk to you one-on-one without it making it seem like he wanted to talk to you in that way. Satoru was a genius, in his own dazed mind, as he then spoke up about whose numbers he didn’t have. "I only have Suguru's and Shoko's." Shoko lit up her cigarette whilst she spoke, "I have everyone here's phone number." Suguru nodded in agreement. Utahime then spoke up, "I have everyone here besides Gojo's number." You nodded at this, "Me too."

Satoru felt his heart drop.

Utahime taunted the sorcerer before her, "Wow. Aren't you lonely, Gojo?" Satoru scoffed at this, "Oh please, what am I missing out on?" The young woman felt the shadow cast over her face as she talked, she looked down on Satoru from a throne, "You're really missing out on such sweet messages!" Shoko nodded at this, "They'll text us all good morning and goodnight." Suguru adds on, "They even check in on us after a mission too. Very considerate.

You had everyone's phone number except his?

What? Even Suguru's?

You had some other dude's phone number and not his?

This wasn't fair! Satoru wants a good morning message from you, to text him after missions with such worry and concern so he can put you at ease, and to say a cute good night message to make sure he gets enough sleep. You would send selfies of yourself or even pictures of you and him together. Satoru was on his hands and knees wondering what in the world he should say.

The young man was torn by such, it killed something in him whilst he shriveled up, he spoke up softly, "Well…" The group all turned their attention to him, they stared in confusion at what he was trying to say, only for Satoru to immediately hush up at his question. Once the young man's aquamarine eyes landed on his executioner, he knew he couldn't allow himself to take such a monumental failure.

'Well, can I get your phone number?'

Such a simple question, right?

All Satoru wants to do is talk to you outside of Jujutsu High, thus he would have to ask for a hang out just the two of you. Wouldn't that be weird? It’s like I’m asking them out on a date! What am I even talking about? I just ask for their number! Satoru knew what this meant however, if he asked you for your info then that would mean he wants to talk to you outside of school hours, he’d never gone on a mission with you and the two of you never talked that much outside of the occasional greetings and formalities when he caught you talking to Shoko and Utahime.

If Satoru asked you for your number that would be a call out to himself, he'd be outing himself to you and letting you know that he wants you to tell him good morning, good night, to worry over him, to send him pictures of you, to come and schedule dates with you–It practically ate Satoru alive as he tried to think of any way to ask you such a thing.

"Well?" Utahime said softly, the teasing grin on her face as she waited for Satoru's question, the young man quickly gained composure and spoke up. "What do I care about? It's just some messages." Shoko watched as Utahime's brow quivered before she spoke up, "It's not just messages. We finally got to plan a hang out together and we can schedule our time to be around one another." The young woman's eyes turned to stars around the brunette.

You watched on in confusion before speaking up, "Well, yeah, that's communication? What a phone is for?" Suguru nodded at this before he spoke up, "I'm glad for it. It was nice meeting up with you after doing errands for my parents." You couldn't help but smile at the dark-haired man, "Yeah. I was so happy to go get ice cream with you, Suguru." You chirped.

Satoru was quick to question, "You guys hang out?" The whole group was very much confused by his sudden inquiry about the arrangements, "Well, yeah, when I got Suguru's number we found out we both shop at the same places just at different times, so we scheduled a time to go together." You explained, Suguru nodded at this, Satoru felt so frustrated by the two of you.

All the white-haired boy wanted to do was go back to his dorm, throw himself into his bed, and slam his fists into his bed while he kicked his legs childishly.

Utahime would notice this behavior quickly, his shock that all of them hung out without him was one that was called to attention, the young woman then shot up and slithered around you similar to a snake. "Yeah. Shoko and I always join them shopping." Utahime smiled at this before whipping out her phone to show Satoru the pictures they took, mainly pictures that contained you in different outfits that you tried on and bought, Satoru's heart whined at the fact he could never see you in person with any other clothing than your uniform.

The only way to get your number without revealing these feelings he so obviously felt is to make it seem like you would need to talk to him. "Well," Satoru started, you all looked over to him, "I should get your guy's numbers since there could be a time where you two need one of the strongest there." Satoru thought for a moment, the idea of you clinging to him to thank him for coming to save you, for you to acknowledge the fact that he came to help you was one that made him smile as he wanted you to think highly of him.

Utahime and you looked at each other before rolling your eyes at such behavior, "Yeah, I think Suguru can take care of it if need be." You informed the white-haired boy, Utahime giggled at your response and clinged to you, "Exactly, we have another one who is the strongest." The girl continued to rub into your shoulder causing you to giggle. The young man found himself now questioning all angles of what to say before he spoke up again, "Well, in case you guys ever need help if Suguru or Shoko doesn't respond."

You scoffed at this, "I can handle myself. Thank you though." Utahime let out a chuckle, she was holding back the boisterous laughter that almost shot out her throat when you shot down his advance, Satoru was scared as he knew he needed to say something to get your attention.

"Well, you're the same grade as Utahime and even Utahime needed my help!" The young woman almost lost it on the young man before you spoke up, "Utahime is very capable, as am I, just because of one mission slip up doesn't mean we need the 'strongest' there at all times like we're not well versed in what we do." You found yourself a bit peeved by his behavior, it was almost as if he was reaching for something and so, you found yourself continuing to watch the young man in confusion.

Satoru needed to be honest if he wanted to salvage anything, he needed to ask for your number and yet, when he looked into your eyes there was nothing more Satoru could say as he found his heart getting caught in his throat. Shoko and Suguru watched the three of you, not really clicking until the two shared a knowing look after watching Satoru’s needy behavior unfold after you withheld your contact information from him.

Due to time with Satoru, Shoko and Suguru have been able to pick up on his behaviors rapidly thus they already knew what the young sorcerer was getting himself into, the dark-haired man was stifling his laughter as he realized his close friend was trying to get your number without admitting that whilst Shoko had found the situation humorous and was joyed that Utahime was not stressing over Satoru’s words.

That was until Utahime looked down on him, a caring look as she found herself almost merciful as a Goddess whilst she bestowed her blessing onto the white-haired boy, in that blessing that would bring the situation to a simmer there was only one thing she could do. "Oh, Gojo," Utahime spoke up, a softness in her voice that called for the eyes of those who had never witnessed such an act to Gojo Satoru, "Do you perhaps want to talk to us outside of just school hours?" With Utahime’s graciousness rapidly falling into her grasp to crush Satoru’s spirit and corner him.

You raised a brow at this. Why would Gojo Satoru want to talk to me? The two of you would only acknowledge each other when you both were in the same area with a simple greeting. You thought for a minute, he was taking a lot of interest, but you knew the confident and overly boastful Satoru was one who would most definitely hurry up and ask for someone's number if he wanted it, the young man was a bravado type. You were quick to see through his scheme and thus formed your own to get him to admit he wanted your guy’s number to talk to you and Utahime.

You were now all aware of Satoru’s feelings, except for you as you believed he wanted yours and Utahime’s numbers when he only wanted yours, unbeknownst to the man who was on everyone’s mind since he thought he was so clever at his scheme and hiding his emotions that he was practically smirking at his 'greatness'. Sotaru thought of himself so brilliant when he uttered the following, "What would I ever need your guy's number for? I'm just offering my help is all. As one of the greatest, it is my duty to help and protect those who are weaker than me."

No one liked that in the slightest.

Satoru was digging himself a hole, what could any of you possibly do whilst you all tried to think of something to say after such a blunder from the young man, he only stared at you all in confusion since you all went silent trying to make sure the group didn't begin to separate themselves just because of what Satoru had said.

You didn’t get that message though.

"Well, on that note, I'm gonna go." You told them, you found yourself not wanting to beat around the bush and if a man couldn't admit he wanted the numbers, then he wasn't worth the time of getting to know them, "I'll see you all later." You spoke up and waved to the rest of them before heading off.

The group watched you get a fair distance away before they all turned their attention to Satoru, "That's them, huh?" Shoko teased and Suguru held back his laugh with a large toothy smile, "I never thought you'd be so scared to admit you wanted someone's number." Utahime pointed out as she found herself covering her mouth with Suguru covering up his mouth as well to hide his smirk whilst he spoke up, "So you're the one that gave them chocolates, Satoru?"

The group was questioning the young man yet, he couldn't even answer them as he found himself so clouded with the fact that you had left after such words, anyone else would've swooned at that line and have acted upon handing the number over. You wanted Satoru to admit he wanted your number; in his mind you wanted him to fork over every possession that meant anything to him and devote himself to you.

Satoru wouldn't mind that, even if it does take him awhile to finally profess his feelings.

#jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo saturo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk satoru #ouchlovesgojosatoru #ouchlovesthem #ouchlovesjujutsukaisen #fluff #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #read more #female reader

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galina · 6 months

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Currently: Pear Nuallak, Pearls from their Mouth. A really unique genre-blending collection which moves seamlessly between folktale, horror, satire and critique at which the centre is an exploration of the complexities of living as diasporic Thai queer artist in modern Britain. This one was a gift from a dear friend and gratefully received.

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gferamos · 1 year

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Random assortment of doodles tiem (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

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noodlekonman · 7 months

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WHY IS NO ONE OBSESSED WITH HELL FOLLOWED WITH US ANYMORRREEEE be obsessed so I can stare at more art for an hour straight. Every one needs to read hell followed with us by andrew joseph white. (Unless triggered by the contents, to which is understandable.)

#hell followed with us #read more #GIVE ME ART.#dont forget about the Spirit Bares its teeth too

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 8 months

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*Sneak Peek*

Comments are much appreciated.

-TW- MDNI🔞

-Contains- Explicit Content-

“Here With Me”

Chapter 2

@glitterypirateduck

Here’s a sneak peek.

Master List

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

There she stood laughing with Soap. Her laugh was so contagious even for the Austrian Soldier. He watched her at a distance. The way she danced, the way she laughed and twirl around. The sounds of the skates she wore rolling on the concrete.

Earlier Soap surprised her with a pair of roller skates. She was so excited and giddy to put them on.

König wanted to so badly walk over to watch her closer and maybe talk with her. But the way she smiled and laughed made his heart beat faster.

The dirty thoughts that arose in his head became more and more elicit. The way she gasped when she stopped and from when she bumped into Ghost as he walked by.

Her little gasp made König face red, so red he was so thankful for his hood. The way his cock twitched and leaked with precum. The way she blushed at Ghost was enough to put him over edge.

König wanted to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and take her away to his room. To worship her every way possible.

To kiss between her thighs, while slowly making his way to her soaked sopping pussy.

Feeling her soaked pussy with his thick calloused fingers. Ever so slowly swiping her folds while watching her reaction. Teasingly pushing his index and middle finger in her while she squirms under his grasp. Listening to her pleas and moans.

“K König please?” “I c can’t with the t teasing”

While knuckle deep in her, he started to curl his fingers watching her gasp and bite her bottom lip. The sounds of wet soft squelching noise made his cock quiver with anticipation. He wanted to place her on his cock to bounce her up and down to his own pace. But he had to get her wet enough.

“I’m not done yet Schatzchen”

Lifting his hood pulling her thighs apart. Looking like a starving man he takes one look to her before diving into her soaked sopping pussy. Twirling his tongue around on her clit, sucking and slipping his tongue into her. Tasting her is like pure euphoria. The way she tastes is like ambrosia sucking her clit and swallowing is pure nectar.

Cupping her soft supple breast pinching her nipples. Listening to her gasp and moan as he massages her breast.

Pulling away from her pussy with a *pop* from sucking her overstimulated clit.

Lifting his hood he sucks on her breast leaving a trail love bites as he gently bites her harden nipple.

Licking her nipple slowing making his way down to the valley of her breast. He pauses taking in the taste of her in. Relishing in the moment. Closing his eyes memorizing her taste the way she felt on his tongue.

Saliva dripping from his mouth he licks it all back up, making his way up to her neck. The way she smells is so intoxicating. Her perfume, her sweat mixed together is so intoxicating.

“Oh schatz you have no idea the things you do to me.”

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x-alted · 6 months

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✧⋆⋄✧⋄⋆✧Busted and Blue✧⋆⋄✧⋄⋆✧

⋄Rating: Mature(+18), MDNI, NSFT

⋄Pairing: Leon Kennedy/GN!Reader

⋄Wordcount: 2.1k

⋄Synopsis: Under the cover of night, Leon's in your bed. He's tied up and a mess, eager for you to make him busted and blue...

⋄Tags: GN! Sex, BDSM, Cock and Ball Torture (cock hitting and btiting), light Praise Kink, Shibari, Gags, Riding Crops, Dominant and Submissive dynamics, light Sadism and Masochism, Unprotected Sex, general fuckery tbh.

⋄A/N: This is my first post, and not beta read lol. I rarely ever post my fanfic, but there might be more in the future occasionally. This wasn't written with any particular Leon in mind, so feel free to fantasize as you please. Also, please make sure to read the tags/read at your own discretion, because if I receive any hate mail, I might evaporate. I hope you all enjoy!

Nighttime.

It’s so beautiful, and you’ve always thought that.

The vast expanse of deep blue, littered with the tiniest pockmarks of silver stars. The glittering, heavenly fabric hanging in the sky, beckoning for you to reach out your fingers, learn its deepest secrets.

And the people. The kinds of people the night attracts. They’re certainly something else.

You would easily consider yourself one of those people. As you gaze out the windows of your luxurious apartment, the floor to ceiling panes of glass reveal every beautiful detail. The winking lights of city skyscrapers, glimmer of people dolled up for a night out, all reminds you of the stars against the night sky. It’s beautiful, and a small part of you longs to abandon your current company, leave your apartment, and join the late night excitement of the city.

Though, the high rise view and promises of nighttime adventures aren’t nearly as beautiful as him.

Leon

He’s on your bed right now, silky black sheets a stark contrast to his skin, and the deep red restraints he wears. The tantalizing crossing of red rope over every curve and inch of his musculature makes you quickly dismiss any idea of leaving him. Not when he’s like this.

This certainly isn’t an unusual predicament for you or Leon to find yourselves in, given your proclivity for your specific tastes, as well as Leon’s need for his. Though, you’re no stranger to dishing out this kind of attention, it certainly did surprise you when Leon asked you to do this. In fact, when the words had left his lips, you nearly had to double take, not entirely sure that it was Leon sitting before you. In the majority of the time you two had spent together, he had a habit of being a little shit. An attractive little shit, but a little shit nonetheless. He was always eager to tease you, smug and sultry at the same time, rattling off little quips and taunts, regardless of whether or not he was fucking you or eating you out. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t downright excited for the opportunity to both simultaneously dote on and punish Leon.

Now, here you are, standing stark naked as his eyes trail hotly over your body, the need to reach out and touch you reflected in his gaze.

Soft hums of irritation leave him as your eyes rake over his body slowly, though the ball gag in his mouth muffles them substantially. However, his hard cock twitches and kicks, telling you everything you need to know. As exasperated as he is at your lack of attention to his cock, he likes it as well. You let out a soft, sultry laugh at his reactions to the little waiting game you’ve been playing, earning another little indignant huff from him.

Maybe you’ll play with your food a little longer.

Slinking, you move closer to the bed, and rummage around in the nightstand. Having held off on giving him attention for a while, you can practically feel the intensity of Leon’s eyes burning into you, anticipations running high as you find what you’re looking for.

Out from the expanse of your nightstand drawer comes a long, thin, black stick. One end has a cushioned handle and wrist strap, while the other has a thick, folded piece of leather sewn to it. Perfect for what you want, given Leon lets out another noise, a grunt of anticipation of what’s to come. Your eyes are on him, gaze all heavy and saccharine as you get onto the bed, crawling languidly up his body to reach behind his head and undo the ball gag in his mouth, a string of spit following along.

“Took you long enough..” Leon grumbles, panting a little and stretching his jaw to soothe the ache from the ball gag, as you scoot back on the bed to get a better view of him.

In a flash, you bring the riding crop down on his balls, causing the skin to tighten. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, which kicks and jerks at the spark of pain. Leon groans, a choked sound that bleeds into a whimper, and he arches off the bed for a moment.

“God, fuck sweetheart. You’re killin’ me here…” He whines softly, hips twitching from the aftershocks.

“Well, you know better than to complain.” You murmur, a smirk settling on your lips, your hands reaching up to smooth some hair out of his eyes.

Leon notices you admiring the pretty shade of blue his eyes are, taking advantage of your distraction to turn his head to the side and playfully nip at your fingers. A soft grunt follows as he pines for your attention, feeling needy beyond all belief-

THWIP

“Hng! G-God you-!” Leon chokes out, not getting to finish his sentence as another sinful whimper of pain leaves him as you bring the riding crop down yet again on his balls, giving them a couple of hits in quick succession. His head is tossed back, lip worried between his teeth, the flush on his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck. Complaint after complaint can leave his lips, but you know it’s all just an act, that he’s just being bratty for the fun of it.

Deciding to tease him some more, you feather the riding crop all over his cock, finding it hard not to when he reacts so deliciously to it. Leon’s cock twitches and thighs quiver when you tease the crop over his tender balls, tracing veins on the underside of his shaft, and bring it up to just tease the edge of the head.

Ever the glutton for punishment, he bucks his hips, trying to grind his cock against the riding crop for some relief while he chokes out ‘let me just-’

THWIP

Once more, you bring the riding crop down - hard - this time on the tip of his cock. Leon moans and grunts, body tensing at the mix of pain and pleasure, especially when you start to grind the riding crop against the head and slit. Precum smears obscenely, and a string forms when you finally pull the riding crop away, making him shudder and whine.

“How cute…” You tease, only a hint of meanness in your words.

You give him one more hard smack to the tip of his cock, making Leon suck in a sharp breath of air through his clenched teeth, before teasing it up and away from his cock. You drag the leather of the riding crop sensually through the hairs of his happy trail, across his abs as well, taking delight in the way his muscles ripple and skin contracts at the sensation.

Feeling yourself growing more and more aroused, you’ve decided you’ve had enough, ready to satiate the ache between your legs. Tossing the riding crop somewhere to the ground off the side of the bed, you crawl back up his body, far enough that your mouth is close to his cock. He twitches once more, eyes alight with a needy anticipation now.

Mischief gleaming in your eyes, you lower your mouth, giving his tip small kitten licks. Leon groans softly at your ministrations, especially when you take your time to press the tip of your tongue into his slit.

“F-Fuck. That’s so–” He murmurs, biting his lip, muscles straining against the rope as he fights off the urge to buck up into your mouth. Leon knows he’s close to getting the touch he so desperately needs, so he’s certainly more eager to play nice now.

Knowing you have him right where you want him, you scrape your teeth across his tip, biting down softly. You’re exerting enough pressure that Leon makes a funny little noise, bordering on a squeal almost as a mix of light fear and heavy arousal floods through him.

Growing a little impatient yourself, you give a couple of teasing nips to his shaft and balls, Leon letting out the prettiest little gasps all the wild. He’s always been pretty vocal, but the noises he’s making tonight are downright sinful and have you feeling hot and bothered.

Finally, you move up, settling yourself on top of him. Sat just below his cock, you start eyeing him a little, making him let out a low rumble.

“Finally ready, now?” Leon teases, the beginning of a smug smile forming on his face. Grabbing the ball gag, you dangle it teasingly above his face.

“Don’t make me put this back on you…” You threaten, not entirely planning on following through, given you love hearing all the little noises Leon makes. He looks a little irritated, but ultimately doesn’t respond.

“Good boy…” You tease, a wicked grin on your face as you rise up, starting to stroke Leon’s cock, slow and teasing like everything else you’ve done this evening.

He’s not quite ready to give in and beg yet, lips clamped shut as he breathes sharply through his nose, brow knitting as you languidly jerk him off. Humming softly as more precum beads from the tip, slicking your hand up as you pump him, you pick up the pace a little and squeeze ever so lightly. A little pant and a low groan leave Leon as you pick up the pace even more, before you slow down again, making him toss his head back in frustration especially when you squeeze his shaft again.

“Please! Fuck I– I’ve been so good, haven’t I-” Leon whimpers, and grits his teeth as you shift to hover right above his cock, cutting him off by teasingly rubbing him against your entrance.

“Oh fuck…guess I kept you and me waiting long enough, hm?” You murmur sultrily, moaning out when you start to sink down on Leon's cock, getting stretched out as you take him, inch by inch.

“H-Hah! Just like that– shit–” Leon chokes out, already entirely too sensitive from the teasing he’s been through. He’s kicking and twitching inside you, filling you up and just grazing the most sensitive parts as you bottom out.

You stay seated for a moment, taking a moment to get used to the feel of him inside you. It didn’t register just how needy you had been as well, too swept up in toying with the man beneath you. Silence stretches between you for a beat, as you both pant softly, before it’s broken by the minute sound of skin on skin as you begin to ride him. Setting a tantalizingly slow pace, you raise up, only to drop down, both of you moaning out now in sync as you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure.

“Mhm, s-so good for me, taking what I give you…” You rasp out, starting to pick up the pace a little, pleasure coiling low in your gut. Leon’s feeling it as well, telltale in the way he’s trembling slightly, fighting off the urge to fuck up into your wet heat with reckless abandon.

“Shit, g’nna make me come early if you keep talking like that…” He whines, looking already like a fucked out mess, a flush settled on his cheeks and his pretty blue eyes clouded over with need.

Unable to muster up a response, you’re too lost in the drag of his cock against your insides, especially when you grind down particularly hard. The tip of his cock hits just right, pressing up against that sensitive spot, where you find yourself rapidly losing restraint.

The clapping of skin fills the room, the smell of sweat as well as you pick up the pace. Leon’s all too happy when you lean down, sloppily kissing him, soft lips messy and needy against your own. His cock throbs when you start to kiss along his jawline, nipping and biting your way to his neck to leave a smattering of love bites.

“God, m’so close, please.” Leon gasps, panting loudly now, strained noises leaving him as his stomach tenses, not far behind you for release.

“Yes, God, did so well. Go ahead and come in me.” You whine, walls fluttering around him as your own orgasm starts to creep up on you.

“Please!” Leon grunts, the sound so unabashed and needy, it sends a bolt of arousal down your spine.

With a cry of your own, you clench down hard around Leon, walls fluttering as they practically milk Leon. Leon comes with a rumble, grunting and gasping as he spills inside you, hot and sticky. You bounce a few more times, drawing out both of your orgasms, before you settle on his lap, basking in the afterglow.

It doesn’t take you long to relax, fully slipping off of Leon with a hiss, undoing the rope tying him up. Once freed, he stretches out on the bed, rolling over to face you. There’s a mixture of mischief and heat in his eyes, a coy smile playing on his lips as he scoots closer to you. His hot breath washes over your face, and a lone hand ghosts up and down your side teasingly, featherlight and sensual.

“So, your turn next?”

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pawthorn · 1 year

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Characters need flaws.

And I, personally, have never been able to take the Sam Riegel approach of choosing a flaw and playing into it. I find that my characters’ flaws tend to appear organically through their strengths.

Because their strengths are their flaws.

Other people online have explained this concept it better than I can, but it’s just what it says on the tin. Bravery is admirable at times, but it can be foolhardy and reckless. Honesty is important, but it can be blunt and uncouth. Loyalty is wonderful, but it can lead to unhealthy relationships.

With that said, lets talk about Taliesin Jaffe’s characters.

Taliesin's characters often get idealized. It's why Molly is seen as almost saint-like in fandom. It's why Caduceus gets flattened to "therapist friend who always knows what to say." It's why fans were upset by NPC Percy, and the way he interacted with Bell's Hells. And I think this stems from the fact that all these characters' flaws flow from their strengths.

Take Caduceus, for example. He's one of my favorite characters of all time, not because he is flawless, but because his strengths and flaws are dynamic, interesting, and motivate him and the story he is part of.

Caduceus is extremely insightful, and genuinely wants to help people grow and become better. Those are strengths the Mighty Nein desperately needed. They needed someone to believe that good things were ahead, that they could and should change the world and themselves for the better.

At the same time, his focus on "fixing" causes him to view people as projects. He often minimizes and ignores his own pain and emotional distress in order to focus on the practical. He is judgmental of the ways others dealt with their pain.

These flaws make sense! They create opportunities for interesting role play and story moments! They are indications that Caduceus is a three-dimensional and well-rounded character!

But people get defensive when these flaws are pointed out. Because caring for your friends is good and helping people is good so Caduceus is good and saying otherwise is hurtful and wrong. As if Caduceus is a real person being attacked, instead of a character who fits into a specific narrative- a narrative based on conflict and mistakes and not being a perfect sweet bean.

Because strengths, carried to their extreme and in certain situations, can always become flaws.

So Caduceus is generous and optimistic, but because of this, he tends to view pain as a problem that he can solve.

And the strengths that make Percy a brilliant tactician also make him controlling and paranoid.

Molly has the confidence to be unapologetically authentic, but this makes him arrogant and dismissive of other perspectives.

Ashton is unflinchingly honest and unafraid to stir-up shit, which makes him blunt, off-putting, and the target of unwanted attention.

Anyway, learn to love characters' flaws as part of their whole, as emerging from their strengths and an important part of the narrative, and I bet you'll find a whole new world of understanding and enjoyment.

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