#''I'm sorry scar'' & he genuinely means it both times

[linktoo-doodles]

I'm sorry scar

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #desertduo #limited life #life series #my art #Linktoo art #YAYYYY my first little full drawing with my new huion kamvas 13 display tablet <3 #anyway desertduo really came for my throat huh #''I'm sorry scar'' & he genuinely means it both times #but 3rd life he doesn't want to lose him & limited life he's ready to survive by all means necessary. He always feels like he has no choice

[kewrnage]

revival of hearts.

synopsis. ever since jason formed the outlaws, he thought his love for you slowly slipped away, especially in artemis' presence, but then he realized something that's because of you.

꒰ pairing ꒱ — jason todd x fem! reader.

꒰ genre ꒱ — angst with a happy ending.

Should you truly act as if everything is fine? You genuinely don't know. 

Those many months he spent apart from you felt like ages, since it had almost been a year for him without your touch. It lingers, the way his thumb would brush against the back of your hand so delicately. You missed it, dearly.

You couldn't utter his name without disbelief. Only his face, with some long-lasting war scars. Jason, it merely comes an expression of incredulity, just like the day he told you you were trapped in another's loving hand. 

Until now, your heart had been unable to bear the weight of the anguish struck in your chest, caught in the liberation of a broken heart, that he had found another, just right when he had said it right to your face on that meet up. He did fine without you. Artemis must've been a great company to him.

Is he actually to blame? He is, after all, a vigilante, which means he gets a lot of chances to meet fresh faces. You'd always assumed that the two of you shouldn't be in proximity, that a vigilante and a regular citizen couldn't prevail, and the uncomfortable truth became a reality. 

It had been a year since you haven't seen him, though such a thought would linger in the most random moments. Since you failed to let him escape your mind— his image still haunts you, his name still spoken amongst the stories from the underworld and in the dark alleyways.

Because you blocked his number, the plethora of missed calls and text messages couldn't reach you, blinded by your pride and anguish, you didn't know. and he merely abandoned what the two of you shared.

Though, toward the end of Jason's journey with the Outlaws, an unconfirmed connection he had with Artemis, eventually came to a finality too. Their hearts were linked, but for a brief time, they thought everything about them was platonic.

Artemis bid goodbye to Jason with an epiphany realization of their tie on the eve of their departure, imploring him to return to you no matter what, telling him that perhaps his true home was in your psyche. They parted ways after that. It is unknown when fate will bring them back together.

But, for the time being, Jason allowed himself to bask in the afterglow with his erstwhile comrades before attempting to discover and stand in your path once more.

He spent a week separating himself from you and gathered ideas for ways to get you in touch with him again.

As the sun shone brightly, you stood out among the golden daytime crowd, with strands of light falling on your hair and eyes. A few feet away, he had seen you with both of his eyes and was suddenly caught by the actualization that he too missed you.

He was drawing nearer to you gradually as you followed closely behind the crowd. His feet were betraying him; he isn't quite ready yet, but this will be the turning point.

A hand abruptly made contact with your shoulder, causing you to be frozen in your steps. Your curiosity was piqued by the lovely parole of your name, prompting you to turn around as your eyes met those softened gazes of piercing pupils cast in your way, which was a bit close to you.

You stayed motionless for a nanosecond until you recognized the person in front of you—the one who was there in your voyage of amorous reverie, which you thought had ended. It caught you off guard since your heart was bursting out of your throat and dropping out of your chest at the same time.

In front of you, he stood tall yet his heart was weak. "I'm sorry for all those months I couldn't get to you," he continued, regretting in tone and eyes that he never returned. He can imagine the content look on your face when there hasn't been conflict between the two of you in those earlier times.

Despite the fact that it failed to convince you to forgive, doubts still remained as evident in your trembling voice when you questioned, "and I waited for nothing. Were you happy with her?" Your uneasy sigh accompanied the inquiry.   Witnessing you in such a state, where your heart visibly sank due to the distressing memory of his departure, caused him distress as well.  

He hesitated upon being asked that question sincerely. Despite the lingering emotions within him, Jason felt compelled to respond truthfully, confessing that he still holds deep affection for you. "Yeah," he murmured softly. Anxious, you await his subsequent answers, desperately attempting to prevent tears from blurring your vision.  

"But I realized," he mused wistfully, tugging at his lips with a hint of bitterness, as he delved into memories of his encounters with Artemis. Despite the passing of several months, thoughts of you lingered in his mind, yet articulating them seemed unattainable at present; the elusive words he sought eluded him still. 

"She was just a companion, a friend, a sister..." He let out a long breath, acknowledging his defeat with a firm expression. With deeper exhalation, he confessed, "Even if I was with her, I still think about you." His words continued to reveal the truth, and the heavy feeling on his chest disspated, providing a slight sense of comfort, albeit he remained conscious of your startled response. He knows, it was a lot for you to take in.

You stayed hesitant, both of you fortifying for yourself against your apparent sudden outbursts. "I know I made a mistake but will you give me a chance to make it up to you?" This question, you've yearned to listen to, although your gaze betrayed you as tears of warmth streamed down your cheeks, you quietly sniffed. You were still angry with him, but you couldn't reject the fact that your affection for Jason still existed.  

He feels pain witnessing your current state, especially when he is the cause of your tears. Unsure of how to help, he scooped you into his arms tenderly while you continue to weep, releasing all your whirl of emotions with each teardrop. He remains steadfast, ensuring that you won't slip from his warm and safe grasp.  

Jason displayed patience as he awaited your calmness, gently stroking your back in an attempt to bring you comfort.   His heartache for you slightly diminished when the tears in your eyes dried off.  

"Are you okay?" Was all he could manage was to witness your attempt at regaining composure, yet you remained entangled in a state of fragility, you hastily nodded. He sighed in a slight relief. 

"I promise, I'll make it up to you no matter what." He added, as he hadn't allowed his arms branch out, but was still securely curled about you, as you buried your face in his chest, allowing yourself to be alleviated by his tender touch. This causes his lips to curve into a contented smile, and because you seek solace in his touch, he is more than happy to oblige.

#jason todd fanfiction #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd x you #red hood x you #angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #red hood x reader

[theamityelf]

In your Makoto Kamukura au does Makoto ever interact with his class again? I see them all being worried and when someone (most likely Kirigiri) finds him Izuru is pissed.

Yes!! It gets so messy.

The way I'm imagining it right now, Makoto has to leave the supply room for some reason, when Izuru and Nagito aren't there (and maybe this scenario is facilitated by the fact that Kamukoma is happening on the side, so Izuru has truly gotten distracted by Nagito and just assumed that Iteration 2 would always stay in the room).

He leaves the room, and he runs into someone from his class. I'm thinking Hina, because I need the person to be highly passionate and genuine. She sees him and gasps. "Makoto?! It's you! It's really you! But, where have you been?! Everyone was so worried about you! We were so worried!"

He sees that she's upset, even though the name "Makoto" is entirely new to him, and he says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

And Hina notices that he's talking strangely, but she's too caught up in the fact that he's here to really deal with that, so she just goes, "Come on; the others have to see you!" and drags him to class.

They're all astonished and excited, in their own ways, to see their missing friend back (but with way longer hair, red eyes, and looking– as Leon put it –like he'd been living in a cave). Makoto stands there and just kind of takes it all in, and Kyoko is the most aware that something is seriously, fundamentally off about him. In fact, she interrupts the merriment to ask:

"Do you recognize us?"

The others are (with very few exceptions) not there yet, and they do all the "What are you talking about? It's Makoto. Of course he recognizes us," that is to be expected.

Makoto doesn't answer, because there's a lot going on and he's more focused on learning from it. He hasn't had to say pretty much anything this whole time, because everyone else was talking over each other.

"Makoto?" Kyoko says. "Do you recognize us?"

Makoto looks at her and gathers that, while she won't like the truth, it is also all she'll accept. He softens the blow by saying, "I know that you're Kyoko Kirigiri, Ultimate Detective and daughter of Headmaster Kirigiri."

"Yes, Hina and Hifumi both said my name, Hiro mentioned my ultimate talent, and my connection to the headmaster can be gleaned in any number of ways. I asked if you recognize me."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any memory of being the person you knew."

The others have their shocked and dismayed reactions, and Kyoko does take a second to feel the revelation, but then she just grimly nods and says, "Is that at all related to the scar on your forehead?" (A straight scar, seemingly dealt by a blade held by a steady hand. A surgical scar.)

Makoto knows that it will cause problems if he shares any more information. "There isn't much that I can explain. I'm sorry that I don't know how to be who you want me to be. I can try to learn. But for now, it wouldn't be safe if I stayed here much longer. I have to go back to...my room."

"You mean your dorm room?" Chihiro asks nervously.

Makoto makes blank eye contact and says nothing.

"You can't go!" Taka protests. "You'll miss class! You've already been absent for-"

"My friend doesn't want me around other people, and the Steering Committee doesn't want the general public to know about me. I would be putting you in danger if I stayed." He leaves.

But he'll be back.

He's learned this body's name: Makoto Naegi. The Ultimate...Lucky Student? Like Nagito?

He's learned a lot today.

(Eventually, the class finds out that Nagito knew where Makoto was. Eventually, Izuru finds out that his Iteration 2 has been talking to people who knew him before he was himself. Drama ensues.)

#danganronpa #makoto kamukura au #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #aoi asahina #kamukoma #kamukomaegi #izuru kamukura #kamuegi #kamukuras au

[neuvisex]

Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3

If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..

im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3

But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈‍⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!

♣︎ Immortality ♣︎

You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.

TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.

A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...

Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.

— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!

When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.

— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.

You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.

— What…?

Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.

— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…

The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?

— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.

**

Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.

— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.

Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.

— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…

Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.

— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin wanderer #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic

[shigarakisslutbag]

PLS DO SHIGGY THIGH FUCKING HCS thank u ily

I honestly didn't think I'd write on here again but I can't sleep and it's like 5:30 in the morning lol. So I'll write some thigh fuckin' headcanons to ease the stress 😎 (also TW: for thigh fucking, somnophilia, long post in general LMFAO. If I missed anything I apologize. Also it's now 6:19 after finishing it so there's probably typos I've missed after briefly skimming this so Im also sorry for that LMFAO)

(EDIT after writing. I'm so sorry this ended up not being headcanons and was just a full on drabble I found of pulled out of my ass but I hope you still enjoy it lol)

Now truthfully I havent even watched/finished the seasons after season 4 lol. I'm in the middle of season 5 still because I'm severely depressed and can't enjoy anything. But that doesn't mean I don't still love shigaraki and tbh I still read fanfiction from time to time about him or dabi.

I feel like a lot of people paint shigaraki as either absolutely vile and grimey or just aloof and soft with a grumpy attitude. And I feel like it's a bit of both. Which really plays into his sex life (if he'll ever have one). But even without a sex life, his personality most certainly plays into his fantasies and kinks.

I want to also emphasize that fantasies are just that, fantasies. Shigaraki most likely has plenty of fantasies that he'd never dream of acting out with his partner should he ever have one. I feel like even if he had some sick fantasies or kinks, and you happened to be okay with it, he would still be iffy because if this man, for whatever reason, picked you out of everyone else?? He's not going to treat you like absolute garbage. Shigaraki is definitely not the nicest person by any means, but by God if he cares about someone he fucking cares. Esp because you're probably the only person who actually loves him in his entirety. So if he's into noncon, somnophilia, predator/prey play, or whatever, it's going to be a while before he gets comfortable bringing up any of those fantasies with you.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, you're wondering "goddamnit ash shut the fuck up and tell me the thigh f-" wELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD YOU LISTEN TO SEGGSY MONOLOGUE OR YOU GET NOTHING. ty luv u.

Okay so his fantasies right ? What are shigarakis kinks ? Does he have any? Oh absolutely. And they range from either something as light and soft as hickeys and tying you up in silk while eating you out for 2 hours to nipple clamps and making you wail with hot tears and shoving a dildo down your throat telling you take it like you've taken every other mans cock down your throat because he knows stupid sluts like you are always capable of doing those things if you know it'll make your pussy soak the sheets.

Now it's not his top fantasy, but thigh fucking. And God do you have the prettiest thighs. It doesn't matter is there's stretch marks, if they're chubby, skinny, or if you have immense scarring on them he LOVES them. He loves how soft they are. He loves how they look in shorts or a skirt (esp when you keep trying to pull them down a bit because they're a size smaller than what you wanted so they don't pudge out). He loves how your delicate hands lay on top of your thighs while you fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness. He loves the way they move when he walks behind you, you have a walk that puts any model to shame. He just loves them . And by God does he throb at thought of getting to push his cock past your sweaty or oily thighs. The head of his dick barely kissing your clit each time he thrusts. But that's not the biggest and best part at all. He wants to wake you up to it. You've told him countless times he can wake you up to any sexual acts but he's still nervous. But he's really horny right now. And you're sweaty from the lack of AC and you're naked on your side sleeping away. But he genuinely can't think of anything else other than how wet your pussy must be right now and how slick your thighs must be from the heat of the room. His cock is absolutely aching to slide between your thighs and folds. He has never felt so hungry until he met someone with a body as inviting as your own. He's been stroking for the past couple minutes but it's just not enough .

He peels off the throw blanket you have over you because despite the heat you always love your blanket to sleep. But even after the blanket is removed you still don't wake . He slowly examines your body and grazes his hand down your body. Going over your shoulders and arms to ribs to hip bone. Finally meets that beautiful soft ass of yours. He gentle lifts your thigh to angle and can see your pussy . Its so wet and glistening from the lights on the street coming in through your window, beaming in and lighting up your skin to a beautiful warm glow.

He lifts up one of your slick folds, seeing your pretty clit and rubbing his thumb in tiny circles on it. He can't take it anymore and slides his cock between your thighs, his shaft rubbing your leaking pussy and making your clit throb even more. You may be asleep but your cunt is always awake and ready to be touched by him.

He starts thrusting slowly to building up that pressure in his groin to make his orgasm feel even better in the end. He can feel you coating his shaft with your juices more and more with each desperate thrust he makes to your thighs. Your thighs are so sweaty and warm and grip his dick so nicely taking any and every drop of cum he wants to and could ever give you. He can hear slight wet sounds coming from your cunt with each thrust that keeps getting more rapid and animalistic with each thrust because you dont know how to stop being such a needy whore all the time even in your sleep. Before he knows it you're gushing and your cum is on the sheets making him go over the edge. Now he's spitting thick, white shots of cum all over your thighs while drops of it roll down your skin onto the bed as well. You're still mostly asleep, but youve adorned a dazed smile on your face with a satisfied tomura passed out next you .

#somnophilia #my stuff #stuff #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko #shigaraki drabble #tenko shimura

[hermit-lover]

Trash Panda

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Character: Hermit × Reader

Type: Moments (~1.2K)

Theme: Platonic, fluff, raccoon hybrid reader

Summary: Being invited to the Hermitcraft server is an exciting time, how will the Hermits react to your fluffiness?

TW: Teasing

A/N: I LOST THE ASK FOR THIS I AM SO SORRY!!!! Hope you can find and enjoy it! Sorry if it bad, trying to get back into writing.

Joining:

Being invited to Hermitcraft was something incredibly special. The server was filled with crazy talented builders, redstoners who casually broke the server, and tons of shenanigans.

So it was surprising to have received the DM from Mr. XisumaVoid himself, extending an invitation.

You weren't the worst builder by any means, and happened to dabble in redstone when it was fun, but this was a step up. Not one you could deny.

So you took the plunge through the familiar swirly purple portal and into the new server. The air was sweet, you noticed immediately, carrying a light and uplifting vibe. Your nose twitched in interest as your eyes adjusted to the light. It was also sunny. Your pawed feet sank into lush grass, and a small cart with what appeared to be starter tools stood nearby. Tall, impressive buildings punctuated the skyline. Each possessing a unique style and colour, yet somehow worked together in perfect unison.

Hermitcraft season 9.

Your ears swiveled as the sound of rockets neared, squinting up to the green blob nearing you. Excitment rushed through you- the man- the myth- the legend- Xisuma. Seeing him nearing solidified it. You were now a Hermit.

He lands a little ways off, elytra closing majestically, and you beat him to walking. Skittering over the gap to his side.

"Mr. XisumaVoid!" You greet energetically, a toothy grin and an outstretched clawed hand. "So cool to meet you face to face- the messages don't do your height justice." It's true, he stands much taller than you. You would almost consider him scary if it weren't for his cheery and wet cat demeanor. His chuckle reverberates through his helmet. He accepts your handshake, and his grip is firm, armor smooth and chilled where it touches your sensitive pawpads.

"A pleasure to meet you as well." Xisuma choses to reply, "Your messages make you seem taller." He tacks on cheekily. You gasp over dramatically, yanking your hand from his own.

"How could you say that??! So rude! I'm going to call you out to all your loving fans- see what they say then!!" You threaten, unable to contain your grin. He raises both hands in surrender, widening his tinted eye's behind his visor.

"I didn't mean it! Dont tell them- they cant know in secretly toxic!" The genuine (faked) panic in his tone breaks your character easily and you double over laughing. Tail lashing happily behind you. Xisuma joins in, giggling to himself pleased with the introduction. When you manage to recover, stifling your laughter, he gestures out wide with his arms.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft."

The Pranksters:

The tour was excellent, but now you couldn't wait to dig your hands into a project or-

Swiveling your head at the noise, your ears strained forwards. Whispering? Followed by frantic shushing?Creeping effortlessly forwards, you found around the corner, three figures crouching. Obviously you could recognize them. The red sweater and wings; Grian, the construction vest and hat with little vex wings and a pointed tail; Scar, and lastly a bright green shirt with gadgets galore and tossed brown hair; Iskall. Now what were they doing?

Silently picking across the ground, you manage to get just behind the trio. Tail twitching in anticipation, you watch a moment before deciding to play a prank of your own.

"What are we waiting for?" You stage whisper. All three of them leap, spinning around practically mid-air. Various exclamations fill the space before you start frantically shushing yourself. No need to ruin their surprise. They quiet down surprisingly fast.

"That was terrifying!" Scar stage whispers back, eyes wide and hat askew. You grin back at him.

"Who even are you?" Grian asks, raising an eyebrow to disappear under his mop of hair. Oh- right!

"The newbie." You decide to answer, "pleased to meet you. Now who are we waiting for?"

You get your answer- a panicked very British shout, and a message in chat;

MumboJumbo was killed by falling anvil.

The doctors:

When you had gone exploring- this was the last thing you had expected to find. A hoard of white lab coats. Well- Hermits wearing lab coats rather.

Doc, Zedaph, and Cub stand in a half circle, around a device. They speak in needlessly complex terms, and look all too professional. That could be changed, of course.

Sneaking along the shadows you move into seeing range of the device. A strange redstone contraption that appears to have been hooked up to a chicken. Poor bird was clueless, pecking at the dirt on the ground. You don't envy its fate. Deciding its been enough sneaking around, you slip out of shadows-

Doc's head snaps to you instantly, goat ears twitching. He seems to assess tensely for a moment before relaxing.

"Hey guys-" His thick accent gently interrupts the other two, they look to him attentively, "newbie." He gestures with a clawed thumb.

"Spot on." You nod, stepping silently towards the trio. "A pleasure to meet you all." You offer a toothy grin.

Zedaph grins back, bouncing towards you, sending his own goat ears flopping. His hooved feet click against the stone.

"Wonderful to meet you!" He exclaims, accepting a handshake and shaking a little too hard, too many times. His energy is infectious, and so you accept his other hand to shake them both in unison.

"You as well!" You chirp back through the movement, tail starting to wiggle depending on up or down.

"Alright- I better step in before you two end up doing that all day." Cubs even tone is strangely familiar, and almost eerie, but you don't think about it too long. Releasing Zed to accept his own handshake. One firm up and down. Boring but effective. "I would say I hope today hasn't been overwhelming- but you seem to have more than enough energy to match." He jokes dryly and you laugh. He's not wrong, being a raccoon has its perks.

"Why thank you." You place a hand in your chest dramatically, posing slightly.

"I fear the moment you meet Ren." Doc's rumble jolts you slightly, head turning to look at him directly.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" You cock your head, raising an eyebrow.

"Your energy will only multiply." He answers, offering you his own fluffy paw. His paw is much larger the your own, and you have to resist the urge to squish the beans. Maybe another time.

"Well I'm looking forwards to meeting Ren." You declare, puffing your chest and tail to try and look bigger.

"Void bless the sever." He chuckles, "and whoever is unfortunate enough to be nearby."

"Rude." You stick your tongue our at him, and he immediately reciprocates.

"Oo!" Zed's exclamation makes you look to him again, tongue still out. "I have an idea- you can help us!!" Excitement sparks.

"Sure what do I have to do?"

"Well see that chicken? I was thinking maybe if we used a player instead-"

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#hermitcraft fandom #hermitcraft x reader #hermitblr #hermitcraft #atlas writes #hermitcraft fic #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #xisuma #docm77 #iskall87 #grian #gtwscar #gtws hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #zedaph #mumbo jumbo

[maybe-i-need-a-hug]

I started to write this post almost a month ago, but some bad stuff happened and I was… really not okay. But I'm getting better, kind of, so here are some (a bit angsty) night thoughts for you.

I share the fandom headcanon that Jason's father was not, you know, exactly the "father of the year" type. So, when Jason and Salim start to live together (because, as we all know, that's how the game ended, that's canon, right?), Jason sometimes becomes… overprotective of Zain.

He doesn't even realize that. It's just small things. Taking the blame for the glass that Zain accidentally broke. Trying to convince Salim that in Zain's age it's totally normal to come home late and a bit drunk, even if Salim is understanding and not actually angry. Stressing out when Salim and Zain argue, even if they both mean it as a joke. Stuff like that.

Jason doesn't realize that's the thing. Salim and Zain do.

"You know I love my son, right?" Salim asks one night.

"Yeah, I noticed,” Jason chuckles. “You've said that, like, a million times in the first hour after I met you."

"And you know I will never hurt him."

"Yeah, you'll probably hurt yourself first. Why?"

“You seem to… protect him from me.”

“What?"

Salim can see that Jason genuinely doesn't understand what it's all about. Salim tells him about all those small moments, about his obvious nervousness — and Jason is visibly embarrassed.

"Do you want to… talk about it?" Salim says.

"I'd rather not."

"Okay. And it is fine, you know. It is kind of cute."

"Fuck off," Jason grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Salim just smiles and changes the subject.

It's Jason who brings it up again in a couple of days.

"About… me being overprotective."

"Yes?"

"I wanted to make it clear… it's not about you being a bad dad or anything. It's just…"

There's a long pause as he is trying to find the words. Salim is waiting patiently.

"I had a fucked-up childhood, alright?" Jason says finally. "And my father… I mean, he meant well, I guess, but I do still have a couple of scars. And… well," it gets really hard for him to say that, "I guess, l myself wanted to be… protected. And, I guess, it'll stick with me for the rest of my fucking life."

He stares at his hands as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. Salim doesn't interrupt.

"And about Zain, it's… what's the clever word, projecting or something? I'm projecting this stuff on him, probably. I mean, I don't know shit about psychology, but that's the thing, right? It's just… not easy to stay chill when you two start arguing. Even if I know that it's really alright."

He sighs as if it was physically hard for him to say. He seems relieved that it is finally put into words.

"So, yeah. You're a great dad, and Zain is far better than I was at his age. And I'll try not to do that shit you told me about. Sorry."

It's Salim now who is trying to find the words. Jason never really mentioned his childhood; Salim did not expect this.

Salim could never understand how it is possible for a father not to love his own kid. Salim is not an ideal dad, of course; but it feels impossible for him to hurt Zain. Even to think about hurting him.

"I did not know about your father," he says as calmly as he can, even if something inside him is furious. "I will try not to raise my voice when you are around."

"No, that's… fine." Jason shrugs. "You don't have to. I mean, it's your family, your rules, you are both fine with that, and I'm just intruding."

"Jason."

"Yeah."

"You are a part of the family too. Have you not noticed?"

Jason mumbles something unintelligible and moves closer on the couch. Salim puts his hand around Jason's shoulders.

"I love you," he says. "And Zain thinks of you as the cool dad. Or, at least, the cool big brother."

"Yeah, that's all I lived for," Jason grumbles sarcastically.

He is smiling — he just can't help it.

It's all going to be okay.

#also in my mind Jason totally helps Zain with his drug problem #because Jason knows how bad it can get #and has experience dealing with it #i would love to write a fanfic about it but i don't know shit about drugs #and drug/alcohol abuse is a very sensitive subject for me to do any research #so it's just a headcanon living in my head rent-free #jalim #jason kolchek #salim othman #zain othman #house of ashes #the dark pictures house of ashes

[threadsun]

Me: I don't think we talk about yandere Joseph enough

Also me: Aren't you a writer, fuckin let loose

So! Picture it with me, you are the barista at some local cafe near a film set. Because of all the high class actors and their respective followers coming in and out you're pretty used to the weird shit these people order. So imagine your surprise when mister "Thesis long order" Laurent walks in with his coworker who just orders "Uh, gee, I don't know. Whatever you get, I guess?"

You make Jean's order first so he doesn't bitch and then make your favorite drink for his friend. Your fingers brush each other as you hand him the drink and you think you see him blush before taking a sip "Woah, this is really good. Thank you" You try to tell him it's just your job but the way he says it just...does something to you. People rarely thank you here anyway but that one sounded so genuine, so real

After that Joseph becomes a regular, usually picking up Jean's abomination along with something to keep him going as well. He never orders for himself though, always trusting you with his morning coffee. There's something kind of intimate about it, all the trust he holds in you, all the time he tries to spend with you even though you can tell he's both busy and exhausted. In this town of fake complements and latter climbers he's so refreshing, so charming, you jokingly tell him if you didn't have a boyfriend you'd have asked him out by now

"...Boyfriend?" The way he says it sends chills up your spine, he was so chipper a few seconds ago but now he looks like he just found out his dog died. You tell him not to worry, he's not the jealous type so hanging out with guy friends is fine "Right, yeah, um...sorry I have to go" And like that he's gone

Joseph still shows up the next day but something's off about him. He looks...guilty? You figure it's because now that he knows you're taken he feels bad about trying to covertly flirt with you everyday so you brush it off. That night you're supposed to be picked up by your boyfriend so you two can go on your date but he's running late, like, an hour late, he's not answering his phone either

After waiting out for about thirty minutes Joseph walks by the cafe "Oh, hey, are you ok? You're usually gone by now, aren't you? I mean, I have to walk by here every night to get back to my place and I've never seen you out here before" You tell him you're just waiting on your boyfriend but it's already been half an hour, so, fuck it. You'll just talk to him tomorrow

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. Want me to walk you home again?" Joseph had walked you home a few nights already seeing how dangerous these streets can get at night, so you take him up on his offer. You two walk to your apartment building but once you get closer you start to hear sirens. You and Joseph pick up the pace, running until you see it, there are cop cars outside of your apartment building

You walk up to the cops and ask what happened, they tell you there was a potential homicide in the building earlier that night and that you can't go in until they've collected enough evidence. You're heart drops onto the concert and shatters when you hear your boyfriend's name fall from their lips

You don't remember much after that, just the warmth of Joseph's hands on your shoulders as he walked you to his apartment. Over the next week you stay with Joseph, both because your apartment was now littered with cops and awful memories, that and you don't think you can be alone right now. Joseph is as kind as ever, letting you stay rent free while you take some time off work to grieve

After a few months, life gets better. The scars on your heart will never heal fully but they're made easier to deal with, especially with Joseph around. He's so sweet, even helping you fully move into his place after you tell him you don't think you can go back to that apartment building again, he even makes your coffee now, exactly how you like it, always saying "I learned from the best"

It's so domestic, you don't even bat an eye when he wraps his arms around your waist while you're cooking, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek while you ask him about his day. Everything is about as perfect as it could be with a mending heart, that is until you start being in charge of laundry. Joseph had a pesky habit of throwing his clothes off before going to bed so you have to really look for some of them, and that's when you find it, one of his shirts covered in old dried blood

Oughhhhhhh this is so good!!! Yandere Joseph is very underappreciated >:3c

#sunshine #sdj joseph

[candyskiez]

I see you have OCs 👀 so uhhh

Jasper and Lilac (<- uhhh their name I think sorry this is in a rush)

Can I have some details about them, like their story and who they are?

HEHEJEJEJ. OH RAINBOW. MY DEAREST MUTUAL... YOU HAVE MADE A HORRIBLE HORROBLE MISTAKE.

Jasper and Lilac are both grimwalkers! Toh OCS that got uh. A little out of control. Whoops. Jasper is Darius' mentor, a blank slate that I have far too much fun taking advantage of, and Lilac is the grimwalker before him!

Let's start with Jasper. Jasper is...complicated. A thing I wanted to do was explore how growing up in an environment like the coven would realistically shape a person. And also projecting a bit. Jasper has been shown from a very young age that honesty is dangerous. If you tell people the truth, they get angry at you for it. Ergo, don't tell the truth. He's gotten used to lying or omitting the truth and thinks it's bad, but a part of life. It's not even a conscious decision for him for a lot of the time. Like he chooses on missions and all, but so much of it is also just...reflex. Gives a fake age without even thinking about it. A fake name is easy to come up with. He has plenty spare. Cover stories rehearsed. And it's the little things too. He reflexively leaves things out, not even thinking about it. He doesn't think about telling Darius his scar is from a battle, it's natural, it's not a conscious decision or something he stresses over. He just does it. He doesn't think about telling Darius yes, he's practiced all magic, he just does it. He doesn't think about telling Darius that he's the best at what he does, he just does. A lot of the time, the lie isn't even conscious or like debated over. He just lies. Honesty is harder for him because he's been lying for so long. It's his reflex to lie when asked a question. You ask his age, he's giving you a random number. You ask where he's from, he picks a random town name. It's an ill kept secret that The Golden Guard never tells the truth. Everyone knows, they just don't point it out to be polite.

Honesty is, once again, far more difficult. He feels like he's forcing it out of himself. Trying to express how he feels is hard and he always feels like he's acting, even if he genuinely is feeling that way, because he has to drag it out of himself. He has to laugh in a forced, more pretty sounding way as not to be weird. He can't express he's happy or grateful weirdly, so it has to be stilted and rehearsed. He feels like if he needs help he has to PROVE he needs help, so he exaggerates his sadness to make the point. It's not that he isn't that distressed, but it all feels like he's acting. He doesn't know how to be authentic. He doesn't know how to act how he means. He's always acting, always performing. He never stops.

He's a very good actor. He can cry on cue, he can look perfectly convincing, he can pull off whatever he'd like. But he doesn't know who he is behind all that. He doesn't know how to stop lying. He's lied for so long. To everyone. To his uncle, to his friends, to himself.

He is viciously protective. He sees Darius as his son. Darius...well. He knows (unreliable narrator) that Darius doesn't see him that way, but he'll care for him nonetheless. Jasper is very mischievous, very sassy, and he and Darius banter with each other a lot. Some dialogue that illustrated both Jaspers personality and their dynamic from a thing I'm writing:

"Hey, Slimeball!"

"What the fuck, Jasper?!"

Jasper threw his head back and laughed, a sharp sound. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your face! I can't not!"

"You just tackled me out of the fucking sky, and you laugh?"

"Language!" He chided, like he's some boy scout and didn't just tackle him out of absolutely nowhere. "And it wasn't from the sky, you just didn't see me." He let go, offering a hand to help him up. Darius scoffs and takes it, brushing dirt off his back.

"Oh yeah, that's way better. What the hell was that for? Don't look at me like that, hell isn't a swear."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a debate." His mentor pinched the bridge of his nose. "That, my dear pupil-" He does an overdramatic bowing motion for emphasis, because he's Jasper. "Is a lesson in the importance of perception!"

"I understand all those words when you're not being a pretentious little bitch about it." He quipped, wiping grass off his arms. If he has to wash this uniform again, he might lose it. Who's idea was it to make uniforms that make any stains this obvious? Feels impractical.

"You do realize you can make a sentence without swearing, right? Do you know that's a thing you can do?"

"Fuck."

Jasper inhales, clearly resisting the urge to lecture. "Not getting sidetracked. Point is, you need to learn to be aware of your surroundings."

"And that means anticipating rude little assholes jumping me out of nowhere and ruining my day?"

"Exactly!" He shot him some finger guns, because that is a thing he did for some reason. "Also, swear jar. You've gotta expect the unexpected, sparky! Coven things."

"There's gotta be a better way to teach me than to jump me out of nowhere!"

"There isn't, actually. What better way to train your observation skills than to make you use them?"

"This feels extreme."

He just flashes him that stupid fuckin grin. "You'll get used to it. Trust me, you'll thank me for it later."

He rolls his eyes and shoves him lightly, like he always does. "Yeah. Sure I will, Jispo."

Jasper is...well, a lot of things. I'm gonna use the format of that one thing. He's a sweet heart. He's extremely manipulative. He's a backstabber. He's dangerously loyal. He's incredibly intelligent. He makes the stupidest decisions possible in the most logical way he can. He fears God. He views himself as a tool. He has so many wants and so many feelings and thinks he deserves none of them. A thing he has is he thinks that anyone who loves him only loves the version of himself he presents. He thinks the only one who loves the real him is Belos, and Belos treats him accordingly. He's a good dad. He's incredibly toxic. He's so many things at once and it's very hard to explain him. He's messed up and he loves his family and friends so so much. A very important thing about him is that he refuses to break a promise. That is one thing he will never do. He never makes a promise he can't keep. He will make his promises very specific in a way he will be able to keep them. He will bend himself inside out to keep a promise while doing whatever it is he's doing. He's charismatic and he's also such a fucking loser. I love him so much.

He has scales bc grimmie and is constantly taking them off to "look normal". When questioned he says they make people uncomfortable, and he's a coven head so he can't afford to be unsightly. He's...not great with self love. He views himself as someone who became irredeemable so his uncle wouldn't have to. Y'know that one post that's "I would kill for you. Please let me kill for you. I don't know how to express my love for you without destroying everything that hurts you. I've hurt you. I'm going to destroy myself." That's Jasper. That is very much Jasper. He doesn't know who he is outside of what service he can give. His self destructiveness a lot of the time isn't conscious. It's him not thinking about it. He doesn't think that he's denying himself resources when he feels like shit. To him, it's "eh, I'm too tired. I don't wanna." It's not conscious. He's silently destroying himself because he doesn't see a way out. He's aware one day he's going to fall apart if he doesn't die first. But there's no way out.

He's very protective, as I've mentioned. But sometimes that protectiveness causes him to do horrible horrible things. He's so intent on protecting the ones he loves that he strips them of their agency. He's not above manipulating them or lying to them if he thinks it'll protect them. I'm working on a fic about him right now so I might can it here? I've daydreamed about yoinking him out of toh and making a full blown story with him hahaha. I love him so much.

I also love Lilac but I am sleepy so I'm gonna can it here and I will reblog this post with more later! Remind me. Do not let me forget.

#tw abuse #toh spoilers #owl house spoilers #the owl house spoilers #candyskiez oc bs

[kaseyskat]

*begin stream*

"Okay, we're live. Hello everyone, My name is Sadie Anderson, and I'm here with teens Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu. For those who are unaware, both teens are involved with the robot invasion of Los Angeles; which is exactly what we're here to talk about. Miss Waybright, Miss Wu, how are you two doing?"

"Cut the crap. We agreed to this so it'd be quick and easy."

"Sash, it's okay. We're... alright, despite the circumstances, haha."

"Alright, I'll start this nice and easy for our viewers. Miss Wu, you've made quite a ruckus with the footage of a masked figure commanding the invasion. Considering your history and how you disappeared alongside Miss Waybright and Miss Anne Boonchuy eight months ago, it is no wonder that speculation started around this figure being you."

"Yeah... yeah, yeah, that makes sense, huh?"

"So now what everyone wants to know is... if this was you, why aid the invaders? What could drive a teenager to joining forces with a world-conquering King?"

"Oh come on, that's ridiculous-"

"-Sash, this is my interview, please. I... Mrs Anderson-"

"-please, call me Sadie."

"-Sadie, there is... a lot that the world still doesn't know about the invasion. There's a lot that people don't know about us, in general. The Amphibians... they're like us, you know? They have families, lives, politics. Landing in another world through a magic music box is one thing, but we genuinely lived there. It sounds crazy, but... I think the invasion is proof of that, yeah?"

"Marcy-"

"-Sasha, please."

"...okay, okay. Continue."

"As I was saying, the technological advancements alone are... astounding. I mean, they had working robots mass manufactured!"

"Miss Wu, what is your point?"

"My point is... well, I have to tell you these things, or my story won't make any sense. The world wants the truth? Fine, here's the truth."

*fabric rustles*

"That is one impressive scar, Miss Wu."

"Sadie, this isn't even half of it. This scar is how I know that what I've lived through was real, it's visible, living proof. Here is my answer: yes, the person seen commanding the forces was me. Technically. But also no, it wasn't me."

"Miss Wu, would you mind elaborating?"

"Like I said, the technology in this other world is... incredibly advanced. So advanced that it saved my life when I was impaled through the back with a flaming sword - Sasha, I am fine. I can talk about this now! - by the same King that Anne Boonchuy defeated on live TV. Have you ever been stabbed before, Sadie? My memories of the event are... vague, blurry, but I don't think I'll ever forget the pain of it. I couldn't breathe without feeling the fire in my lungs, couldn't move without feeling the nerves shrivel up- it's a miracle it missed my heart. But the King... he didn't actually want me to die, so I didn't. Clearly."

"Miss Wu..."

"Sadie, you can't interrupt me or I won't finish. It's... it's a lot, I know it's a lot, how do you think I've felt these past few weeks being hounded by news stations and called a monster by people who don't even know me, all because they saw my body up there on that palace ledge? They don't know... they don't know."

"Hey, hey, Mars, breathe."

"I'm... I'm okay, sorry, sorry. Anyways. The King saved my life, but... with a price. That helmet people keep making fun of online? It's... more than a scary mask, or something to obscure my identity. It was... like a computer, actually. It... I mean, he, the King, he saved me so he could attach me to that... that thing, so that it could take control of my body and lock me inside of my own mind. It was... I don't remember much of this process, either, because every time I think about it, I just remember screaming.

"So yeah, it was my body, but I... I had no say in anything, that wasn't me. I never asked for this, you know? I never... I don't want to hurt people, I've never wanted to hurt people. I don't... I..."

"Okay, that's enough."

"Miss Waybright-"

"-no, that's enough. Stop recording, you've heard all you need to hear, okay? We're fucking teenagers, we didn't ask for a fucking war, you think any of us wanted this? We didn't. Now leave us the hell alone!"

*end stream*

#kasey writes stuff #marcy wu #sasha waybright #another 3b inspired au #where there was footage of darcy #the potential interview was sitting in my head and im very bored so #edit: pls imagine this interview taking place in the boonchuy household living room #sasha's there for emotional support and shes allowed cause some of the footage is of her fighting darcy #so her holding marcy in public is like. good. for marcys publicity

[eldritch-spouse]

Going off my last ask, I dunno how to link sorry. I'm just gunna say my favorites, who I am Definitely not ashamed of! Ok, maybe a little... Gallon, Morell, Grimbly, and Belo like idk why, Gallon and Morell have that "daddy knows what hes doin" vibe, the Belo and Grimbly are just so fuckin cute like, LEMME SQUISH YOUR FACE IN MY BOOBS!!!! But yeah, this are my 4 favs who can answer my last question

[I love that it's come to the point where people are embarrassed to tell me they like my characters. This is it, I've peaked as a Tumblr user.]

Meeting s/o's family

Gallon is moderately normal about this. Moderately. No matter how suave and subtle he tries to be, the slime still gives off mildly creepy vibes that others definitely pick up on. Not only that, his tendency to stare for uninterrupted periods prevails. He's good at making casual conversation however, one of the perks of his job you could say, and manages to say very little about himself in a way that doesn't make your relatives uncomfortable. They'll likely get a pretty good impression of Gallon, as a respectable and cultured monster. The bartender will bring his finest wine for your parents.

Morell's got this. He's all about family, he's used to being around people with strong personalities and he knows what to expect. Problem is, your family is human... It's like being in a room full of walking rotisserie chicken. He looks at your relatives and the only things he sees are burgers, sandwiches. He can keep his shit together for the most part, but he eats a lot more and sometimes has to wipe his mouth because he's drooling. Morell does bring a mean pie to the meeting however, and your family's likely to see him as a jolly man overall.

Grimbly's more nervous than he lets on. More than two hours are spent thinking about how he's going to dress. He doesn't have a family (aside from the found family that is TCE), so he's not too sure how to behave and will stick close to you. He'll put on the cute charm tenfold to distract people from asking too much about his work and will gush about you openly, though he has to correct himself several times so as to not call you "mommy" out loud. Although his nervousness shines clearly at times, Grimbly is likely to be readily accepted, or found odd due to feminine tendencies, depends on your family really.

Belo is in TOTAL anxiety. He's meeting his lady's PARENTS. If he fucks this up, he'll never be forgiven. You'll throw him to the streets! The angel is so tense the whole time, afraid moving too much will make him look bad. Honestly, if he could just stand by you and not say a thing, that'd be ideal. For both your sakes, lead the conversation, and don't let him get too much into his poetic, religious descriptions of yourself. He definitely respects your parents a lot, after all, they made an incredible being deserving of eternal worship! He'll try to make himself useful above all else.

Thoughts on a suicidal s/o

I think I've covered this before scarcely, but it's a sad scenario, because you'll never truly get the help you need. And their concern for you isn't entirely genuine. You'll get scars from this episode, and getting through it is mostly on you and your will alone.

They'll keep you alive through selfish means.

#Gallon oc #Morell oc #Grimbly oc #Belo oc #justhereig1

[dameronology]

Ok I read this prompt

 “you say this every time and i’m starting to realize that you never mean it.” 

And immediately thought of obi wan constantly saying he'll leave the order but never does

🙃

OHHH sam u are giving me good stuff tonight

It had started out as a soft morning.

The sun hung low in the sky, golden rays splitting through the thin curtains in Obi-Wan's quarters and casting it in a golden glow. He was splayed out beside you; he was flipped on his stomach, ivory skin littered with light pink battle scars and bright red scratches courtesy of the previous night's activities. It was mornings like these that you held so dearly. It just you and him, devoid of the worries of the outside world. The Jedi code didn't apply between the four walls of the bedroom. You could just exist.

"Good morning, my love," Obi-Wan's voice was gruff with sleep. He rolled onto to his side and reached an arm out to you.

"Morning," you softly smiled. "What time is your meeting today?"

"Mm.." he hummed, trailing off for a second. "Midday, I think."

"We have time then," you replied, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

The days that neither of you were busy were the best ones. It felt like there were weeks when you were both running around like mad people, barely having a second to spare for each other. That was just the reality of dating as a Jedi: it had to be secret. That meant there were far and few opportunities to actually be together physically. You and Obi had always spoken about leaving the Order to be together - had he said the words, you could be ready and packed in minutes to skip off into the sunset.

"Not much though, I'm afraid," the Jedi sighed. "I have training at nine and then a briefing at eleven-"

"- I thought you said you were free all morning?"

"I did, but there's only so much I can do, my love," Obi-Wan explained. "You understand, don't you? Our jobs are a lot and I'm sorry I can't make as much time for you as I'd like."

You gave him a small smile. "It's fine."

A pair of broad hands found their way to your waist; Obi yanked you into his lap, fingers coming up to hold the back of your neck as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

"One day, I'll leave the Order," he murmured against you. "Then I'll have all the time in the world."

You pulled back from the kiss, brow furrowing. "Do you mean that?"

"What? Of course I do."

"I know, but..." you paused for a second, gathering your thoughts. "You say this every time but I'm starting to realise you never mean it."

"How can you say that? You know I mean it-"

"- do you, though?" you cut him off. "Because I've had my bags packed ready and waiting for the better part of two years. I know it's easier said than done but if you can't even make time for me right now, how can I ever expect you to actually leave the Order for me?"

Reaching across the bed for your tunic, you pulled it over your shoulders and hopped off his lap. It hurt to think about what you'd just realised, and even more so to actually verbalise it. Still though, it had been brewing under the surface for a while and those frustrations had to come out eventually.

"Where is this coming from?" Obi-Wan asked. His blue eyes followed you across the room as you scooped up all of your clothes. "You know I love you. I'd do anything for you."

"Okay," you paused for a second and threw the items back to the floor. "Answer me now, wholly and honestly - would you leave the Order for me? And I don't mean in a hypothetical sense. I mean in a genuine, fuck this and run away sense. A leave it all behind sense."

He faltered for a second. That was all you needed.

"Yeah," you murmured. "That's what I thought."

#asks #sam tag #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan imagine #obi-wan kenobi imagine #obi-wan angst #obi-wan kenobi angst #obi-wan imagines #obi-wan kenobi imagines #obi-wan reader insert #obi-wan kenobi reader insert #star wars reader insert #star wars x reader #star wars imagines

[queer-mental-health]

Okay so imma go on a little ramble here, I hope you don't mind and no pressure to respond-

I identify as demigirl and lesbian, and I have an extensive history with sh, depression, anxiety, ADHD, and suicidal thoughts. About a month and a half ago, I came out to my parents (but only about being lesbian and having shitty mental health cuz I didn't know I was a demigirl back then and am still trying to figure out my gender). They seemed really supportive then, but even before I came out they always said things like "don't marry a woman" and weren't kind to lgbtqia+. Now, my dad (whom I don't have a good relationship with) has been going around saying things like "nothing's permanent" and "you can still change your mind". Maybe I'm overreacting, but is he being homophobic? I'm not going to be calling him out for it, because he has also been abusive in the past, but I still want to know if that's wrong of him to say. It probably is because it does hurt emotionally, but still. On top of that, I'm about two weeks clean from sh (not counting scratching/pinching), but I've been really wanting to hurt/kill myself lately, and I'm really struggling with those thoughts. Do you have any tips on how to avoid those? I've talked to Teen Link a few times, which is a confidential teen text line for those struggling with mental health who don't have anyone to talk to but want to talk to someone around their own age (I'll put the phone number down below) and I've found that really helpful, but it's not always enough. I need help but I don't want to reach out for it because I'm afraid of what people will say and stuff. Almost no one knows about my sh, but spring/summer is coming up, meaning warmer days and more short sleeves/swimsuits. Would you have any tips for covering up scars too?

Anyways, sorry that got a little long, also for all of you teens out there who need it, the Teen Link # is 866-833-6546. The number only works for America (I think), but if you research it you may find a similar thing for your country. Thanks for the help :)

You actually have a lot of good questions which I am more than happy to answer!

First, if your dad is saying that you can change your mind because he does not WANT you to be queer, yes that is homophobic. If he is saying that because he knows you and genuinely does not THINK you are queer, that's not exactly homophobic.

Also, I'm proud of you for bein clean for two weeks AND talking to a text line. Those are both things that show how strong you are. About the suicidal thoughts, I know a lot of ways to help with that (being someone who has struggled/is struggling). First, when you get them just distract yourself is the biggest thing. Step away from your thoughts and be around people.

Lastly, I know how hard it can be to not sh but the biggest thing is just resist it. Of course, everyone has slipups so here are some tips for covering up scars. My go to is to wear a jacket but obviously that's not gonna work during the summer, so sometimes you could use makeup if you have access to it. If there are only a few scars you could also just cover them up with bandaids and it shouldn't be too bad.

I hope this helps you!! If you have any other questions or need to vent my inbox is always open!

#tw sui mention #tw sh #homophobia #lesbian #mental health #queer mental health #asks

[spring-lxcked]

some notes on mr. john "jack" overton

vaguely mysterious owner who does not do public appearances (will show up pretending to be an employee or just a random person though because Ego)

very present in the pizzap.lex, which employees know, but guests never see him (they actually do, but he's quick to lie and claim he's a technician/etc)

gets away with lying about being the owner because the employees know he does this and they just figure he's a private person who doesn't like the spotlight

known for being eccentric and pretty withdrawn, but like. in a Wacky Fun Way lmao. still seems as friendly, but he's not really putting on his Classic William Af.ton Persona anymore

absolutely does not give a fuck anymore, will stab you to death without any warning just because you're alone with him and pissed him off. has only gotten better at covering up employee deaths

if you bring up william af.ton/the "stories" about the older pizzerias, he'll act like he isn't that familiar with them, but he's delighted on the inside

still has insane fashion and isn't questioned because it fits the glamr.ock vibe

long hair don't care—

not only does he make a new spring bon.nie costume (a la glitch), but at some point he like. starts feverishly working on making a new sprin.glock suit because he "has to do it"

sorry losing my mind over the idea of glamr.ock golden bon.nie. but like. a springl.ock suit. years of improving his skills making animatronics has gotten him here

"he built another spring.lock suit after getting almost killed?" we're talking about william af.ton jack overton here. also it's better built but STILL

literally has no life outside of the pizzapl.ex and his "work." will lie about this. his only thing now is rebuilding his family (or reclaiming if, for example, mike is alive)

lives in a family home with enough rooms for his kids. lives there alone. isn't there often because it's too quiet. still doesn't fully blame himself for that.

as for the pizzapl.ex being built over the PS pizzeria? shrug. without william definitely dead, i'm not sure it's likely mike would be able to move on. regardless, if the PS pizzeria exists, william DID build over it on purpose. goes down there obsessively without any real purpose because it has that connection to both michael and henry

not opposed to having van.ny kill/kidnap for him, but largely prefers doing it himself when possible

this man is teetering on the edge of sanity at all times and i'm begging you to give him that final push LMAO

glitch is fully under his control, although still a semi-sentient AI

does everything he can to hide his springl.ock scars since they're not, uh, easily explainable given how long springlo.ck suits have been out of commission

okay fun facts that are actually fun now:

has a, like, rolodex of coffee orders. was never a black coffee drinker much anyway, but enjoys the Starb.ucks experience. will pay ten dollars for coffee and then bitch about "the old days" and then order more tomorrow.

may vary by portrayal/dynamic, but generally actually likes the glamr.ocks?? like, he felt genuine sentimentality for the funt.imes, and this sort of thing extends to the glamr.ocks (particularly if he made them)

despite everything, does actually enjoy running the business and wants it to do well. i mean, this was always the case, but the man really hasn't got much else going for him anymore. something something his major goal was immortality and now he's achieved it so... what next?

definitely wants to or HAS expanded Fazbe.ar Entertai.nment beyond the Pizz.aplex. this may include other pizza.plexes, smaller chains, or just related businesses not directly managed by him

if you find a picture of william af.ton and comment on how weirdly similar they look, he'll laugh it off very awkwardly and then plan your murder

EDIT: call him jackie. do it.

#˖ ✧ headcanon » ( the demon to his demons ) #☆ —— verse ↳ m a k e y o u a s u p e r s t a r. #no headcanon banner because now i need one for this verse/'jack' lmao #no r.uin spoilers btw #my favorite william fun fact is that i came up with him not drinking black coffee due to my fic #made myself laugh abt like #henry: making coffee for will / mike in the bitchiest voice: he doesn't like black coffee

[shuinami]

Why I love Nawi and Malik...

Kay, before anyone crucifies me, I only look at 'The Woman King' as a work of fiction, not as some documentary. If you look at it as a work of art that has something to say, rather than an attempt to recreate real life events (which it's not, and that's really not its goal), you might find it is a very beautiful movie, centring empowered and beautiful dark-skin female characters.

Spoilers Under the Cut

Also, I have both bad eyesight and bad memory (I watched it twice before having these thoughts), so if this was all obvious or I got some details wrong... sorry 💀!

I'm not to take away from the many other aspects and stories of the movie, it's just that this one stood out to me as someone who loves romance in media (when it's not forced). In fact, I like that this story is relatively minor in comparison to the bigger plot-lines going on in the movie.

Whilst I made a lot of new observations on a second watch, especially about the secondary characters, the thing that clicked the most with me was why I felt like Nawi and Malik's 'bittersweet ending' was actually so feel-good, despite them not getting together. I did like them, but on a second watch, the meaning of their relationship fell together like puzzle pieces.

Put simply, looking at each other helped them look at themselves, and what they really needed, which was not and was never even close to being each other.

Malik comes to Dahomey, resigned to subordination to Santo, who he "grew up with", despite Santo being a content, enthusiastic slave-trader, who sees Africans as a means to an end, rather than as human beings. We see his views again, when he tells Malik at the auction that he is "lucky it's not [him] for sale". Santo sees Malik as beneath him, and doesn't genuinely respect his humanity or half of his identity by constantly referring to Africans as "savages".

When Nawi sees Malik, she questions his identity and reiterates his permanently liminal place in the world between whiteness and his Dahomey background (which forces him to do the same). Meanwhile, she's on her own journey, in the liminal space between suppressed daughter and empowered Agojie, where her interest in men sets her back on her journey to achieve Agojie status.

When they meet again, she gives him a symbol of "courage and strength"; Malik literally says, "I have nothing to give you".

Later, when he 'buys' Nawi's freedom, she is rightfully outraged because 'owning' or 'keeping' her is not freedom. Malik does try to give her freedom (with the key), but as he said earlier in his own words, he cannot: he doesn't have anything of value to give Nawi.

This one may be down to my bad eyesight, but I believe he tries to wash the blood from her hands and can't. He cannot take away her identity, her aspirations or her scars, including the ones on her heart, which she references.

He details his plan about going to England which, on first watch, just seemed like an odd thing to say, given that... England was not welcoming to Africans/black people, not even until more recent times. I think this just furthered emphasised how much "nothing" Malik had to give Nawi. He wanted to take her away from her people, her home (to a place that, in reality, was no safer), in attempt to 'protect' her, but she never needed his protection, especially not as an Agojie and she also never wanted it either (like when he offers to walk her home and puts out his hand for her to take and she jumps down by herself). Freedom and safety for her is the freedom to be Dahomey and to participate in her community and her culture.

As with the knife/sword and the information about the opp tribe building numbers with other tribes from their night-meeting, Nawi takes what little she sees as helpful from Malik once again; Malik bought her a European-style dress, but she only wears, what was considered, the undergarments. Nawi refuses to be slowed down ("In Brazil, women wear long sleeves, long skirts," "How do they run?" "😁😬🙂..."), particularly by the influence of a man.

In the end, the Agojie come out on top in battle.

Santo urges Malik to escape, still with slave-trading on the brain, taking Africans in bondage at gunpoint onto the boat. Here we see Malik finds what he really needed, which is exactly Nawi gave to him. It was not her that he was looking for ("My mother sent me here to find myself and I found you"), but it really was the "courage and strength" to be secure in his identity, including his Dahomey roots, and to not be silent and complicit in the oppression of Africans. As stated by King Ghezu at the end of the movie, "[to enslave a people????] you must first convince them that they are meant to be bound", and Malik has finally seen "the majesty, the beauty" of Africa/ns - more than ever, he cannot stay silent whilst he watches his people in bondage.

Whilst he doesn't polish off Santo himself, yet again, what Malik does do is help Africans empower themselves; all he does is cut a rope (?), which anyone could have done, so long as their hands were not tied by a slave-trader.

Then, in their final scene, Nawi is trekking home with her Agojie sisters, after battles where one of her best friends and her mentor, Izogie, who she aspired to be like, able to be pierced by a spear and feel nothing, who told her to "never give her power away [to a man]" were lost. Malik looks up at her from a distance, she stops to acknowledge him with a nod, as if she 'sees' him and she turns back around to walk with her people. Her power and freedom are her own, her power and freedom are bound to her culture, to her community and to her sisters, definitely not to a man from a foreign land that she met a few days ago.

As Izogie said (and the first rule is to always listen to Izogie 😉!), Nawi does not give her power away. Instead, really she shared a piece of it with Malik, who had been looking for the wrong thing but, ultimately, found right and legitimately took action to stand up to oppression.

Them parting ways was just... it just puts a smile on my face in a way I never thought something like that could.

#it's a gritty movie but it makes the ending so sweet #romance is great but self-love and solidarity... woooo #not even slightly what i usually post oops 💀🤣 #the woman king #shui meta

[lookbluesoup]

Share 5 songs that remind me of my WIP/characters:

Tagged by @darkestmiqote Thank you :D

I couldn't decide whether to do Nahte or Lyrha so ya'll get both xD

I... tried not to ramble about these TOO much. But I think I did anyway. Sorry.

Nahte'to Vhia

What If - Five For Fighting - Nahte's extremely empathetic, even towards his enemies, and feels that most conflict comes from desperation and ignorance. The hardest part about being the WoL is reaching out his hand to people who refused to take it, and forced him to fight. "Imagine all the pain that might be forgiven. What if I had your heart? What if you wore my scars?"

TOMBI - Kvi Baba (English lyrics in pinned comment & CC) - Nahte instinctively cares for others, but struggles at times with feeling overwhelmed by guilt and responsibility, a lot of which isn't rightly his to bear. By Endwalker, he's exhausted. - "Sleepless nightmares never end, But I never forget my hope. Through every dark night there's a bright day, even here."

We All Fall Down - The Rigs - A big part of Nahte's story is learning to let his friends care for him the way he cares for others. Ultimately it's neither gods nor his own strength of will that saves Nahte, but the love shared between him and his family. 'Wait, I'm between shadows an sunlight, But your love gets me through dark nights, And I'll be alright."

The Navigator - Vian Izak - As he learns to love himself despite his own shortcomings - the way his friends do - Nahte realizes that love which is strong enough to change the world and the individual both ultimately doesn't need justification or explanation. It would be impossible to. It's an Odyssey, full of ups and downs, unforgettable stories and lost moments, changed even in the retelling. Love is about faith. "Let love be left uncharted, Leave your navigator home, And sail your ship through breathless waters. Love lies at the edge of hope."

Something Wild - Andrew McMahon - Like the soul he inherited, Nahte was born with insatiable wanderlust and curiosity. He's drawn, always, to find out what lies over the next hill. It's swept him up into world-shattering revelations and placed him at the center of deciding the fate of the very Star, but its also brought him a depth of love and a fullness of life he could never have imagined when he first left the Shroud. "If you face the fear that keeps you frozen, Chase the sky into the ocean, That's when something wild calls you home."

I'lyrha Rinha

Please Take Me - Beth Crowley - Lyrha doesn't want to be alone. Traditionally loyal only to herself, when she bonds with X'rhun suddenly someone has the power to genuinely hurt her, if they leave her behind. And she realizes that maybe X'rhun shouldn't be alone, either. Even if she feels unworthy of his love, she chooses to entrust her loyalty to him. "So if you're gonna leave, Wherever you go please take me."

What You're Made of - Kiesza - Lyrha struggles so much with accepting forgiveness and making peace with her past misdeeds, but she's a fighter. Though she often mistrusts affection and pushes it away, X'rhun and Arya have faith in her, and love her even when she doesn't love herself. "Push me out, I'll pull you closer, When you think that it's all over, Know that you will never be unloved by me."

Hell or High Water - The Rescues - Becoming a Red Mage gives Lyrha a courage she never knew she had. If it means protecting her found-family, she'll put everything she has on the line. - "When the river's running red, And we begin to falter, We'll hang onto the edge, Come hell or high water."

Bird Song - Juniper Vale - Lyrha's past kept her caged in bars of jaded suspicion and selfishness; she was quick to abandon her 'friends' when a better offer came along. X'rhun sets her free, and she foregoes her own self interest to stay by his side. "The symphony's awakening my sparrow heart, When our hearts beat slow together."

Swan Upon Leda - Hozier - As a young girl, Lyrha was taken into slavery and subjected to years of inescapable abuse. She grew up, and inflicted that same abuse on others. She believed that was simply how the world was, and the cycle of things could not change. But she learns, though she struggles, that there is still hope, and that things can be better, if she's brave. - "One more sweet boy to be butchered by men. The gateway to the world, Was still outside the reach of him."

I'll tag (but no pressure!) @briar-ffxiv @seasaltandcopper @ronqueesha @traveleorzea @boggleoflight @starrysnowdrop @echoes-of-blue @starscytheskies @sayonaramidnight And you! Reading this! Please!!!

#music #ffxiv #lyrha #nahte'to vhia #long post