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mousy-nona · 26 days

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Possible prompt: tails? Lucifer finds out Alastor has a tiny deer tail (as the fandom envisions) while Alastor finds out he likes playing with Lucifer's sharp tail (in his transformed state - not to mention, the black tail with the red heart is Alastor's colours lol)

“Gerroff,” Alastor growled.

They’d been fighting. Again. It happened so often that the rest of the hotel had long given up doing anything about it, treating them like two overactive toddlers before nap time. Let them tire themselves out. They'll get bored eventually.

Except Lucifer and Alastor were decidedly not toddlers, and their brawls usually ended up in someone – or something – getting hurt.

This time, Lucifer had accidentally launched himself at Alastor hard enough to send them both tumbling over the railing from the top floor. He’d transformed at the last second, his wings creating enough of a drag so they didn’t break the floor of the hotel.

But the sudden movement caused them to flip over in midair, and Lucifer found himself cushioning Alastor’s fall with his own body.

“Ouch!”

His roar of pain was deafening. Alastor winced, his sensitive ears twitching.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he scowled.

“When you stop being such an asshole,” Lucifer hissed back, rubbing his sore bottom.

Alastor rolled his eyes. “You didn’t make this much of a fuss when I blasted you into the Greed ring.”

“Well, I landed on my tail this time,” Lucifer said crossly. “Don’t you know you never mess with a man’s tail? What kind of savage are you?” He sighed, shaking his head at him pityingly. “I guess I can’t expect too much out of someone who doesn’t have one.”

Alastor snorted. “And what makes you think I don’t?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened. The slightest hint of a blush rose across his pale face. “You have a tail?” Is it fluffy?

“I’m a deer, my dear. Of course I have a tail.”

Lucifer gasped, then winced as his own tail perked up in excitement, accidentally tugging at the spot he’d landed on. Alastor’s gaze flicked to his ass.

“It does look a little bent,” he admitted. One of his claws reached out and trailed gently across the pitch black line, starting from the sore spot and ending at the heart. Lucifer shivered, the hyper-sensitive skin sending sparks of something up and down his body.

“Who told you you could touch it?” He asked, his voice pitched embarrassingly high.

Alastor’s hand stilled. “My apologies. I thought you might want some help straightening it out.”

“I didn’t mean – it’s fine.” A strange thought suddenly occurred to him, and before he knew it, his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up. “Since you touched mine, can I touch yours?”

Alastor cocked his head, considering this for a moment. Just as Lucifer was about to take it back and claim temporary insanity, he nodded and held out his hand. “An acceptable deal. Shall we shake on it?”

Lucifer took his hand – and suddenly, the world blurred. He found himself unceremoniously thrown off of Alastor. He started protesting, but immediately cut himself off when the tall demon stood and started shedding his coat.

He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “What are you doing?”

Alastor looked at him strangely. “Showing you my tail. Surely you won’t be able to reach it with this old thing in the way?’

Two strong forearms, scarred and slim and strong, appeared from underneath the coat. As Alastor neatly folded it and placed it on the couch, the thin fabric of his shirt twisted and flexed, revealing the powerful, slender form hiding underneath.

Then Alastor turned around, and Lucifer gasped.

“Oh my god it’s so fluffy!” He squealed, sounding exactly like his daughter. Alastor even glanced around nervously, checking to make sure Charlie hadn’t somehow snuck in while he’d been distracted.

“There will be no tail-touching for you if you don’t calm down this instant,” he frowned.

Lucifer forced himself to sit still. “I’m calm, I’m calm.”

Alastor cast a suspicious glance at him, but sighed and crooked his finger forward. “Well, come on then.”

The first touch was heavenly. The little puffball stuck on Alastor’s behind was even softer than he’d imagined, like rabbit’s fur mixed with fresh-fallen snow. It was sensitive too, twitching with every soft stroke. He was so focused on patting it he didn’t even notice Alastor was getting near his tail until he’d pinched the end of it between his claws, hard.

“Hey!” He yowled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He flashed his trademark grin. “That was the deal, my dear. I touch yours, you touch mine. And can you blame me? You have quite the fascinating specimen back here. I haven’t seen anything like it.”

The unexpected compliment brought an alarming amount of heat to his cheeks. “Yours isn’t so bad, either.”

And Lucifer added two things to his list of things he knew about Alastor that day: Alastor’s tail was adorable enough to make a baby bunny rabbit jealous, and he made some very interesting sounds when it was touched.

It was, all things considered, a fine day.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #duckiedeer #prompts #alastor x lucifer

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dorims · 30 days

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I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).

gif creds @/cassandrahoward

pairing. roman roy x reader

wc. ~700

genre. fluff

just a morning before work with roman roy

tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)

a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!

“I have a what?”

You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.

“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel.

“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“

“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards.

It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm.

“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.”

“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you.

He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him.

Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.

“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar.

“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.

“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“

“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”

He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”

You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had.

You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought.

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy fluff #roman roy #succession #succession fanfiction #roman roy imagine #succession imagine

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cooki3face · 6 months

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why are they silent?

message: I’m feeling called to do this reading so I’m doing it. My posting and content schedule was literally all planned out and organized but I am unfortunately the embodiment of chaos however organized so now everything is all jumbled up. I think I’d love to have a little schedule and do all these wonderful things but I don’t believe that it’s really indefinitely the right direction for me to go in. I’m naturally spontaneous, I kind of go against the grain and go my own way all the time naturally and have done so since I was a child and so I think it’s time I live in my reality and find some acceptance here lol. I’m in the process of working through my drafts I have countless readings set up to be written and posted that I haven’t even tackled yet. Well anyways, hope this brings you peace and clarity.

***

Guys, *deep dramatic sigh”, this person has a lot to say. I can’t stop channeling. It’s running through me like water lol. You could’ve stopped speaking to this person, cut them off, or cut them off from your energy all together here. Someone feels like something is incredibly unfair or unjust. They may feel like the world or the most high is against them and they feel like you slipping away from them is a manifestation of what it means to hit rock bottom. But , I don’t see you able to romanticize this, this person, this behavior, their feelings for you (any longer) you’ve expanded much too big or experienced what it means to be valued and you’re never going back there or you simply don’t resonate with this at this time.

channeled:

teenage dirt bag

I smoked away my brain- asap rocky

“Lowlife energy”

Disrespectful/disrespect

Peter Pan syndrome

“I don’t want to grow up.”

Catalyst

Life lessons

“Bigger than me” “you’re bigger than me.” “Larger than life.”

“It’s above me now.” “It’s out of my hands.”

Looking to the moon for answers

666- “a reminder to refocus and find balance in your life.” “a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence.”

777- “linked to self-discovery and personal growth” “a signal to get present with what's going on between you and your significant other”

8891- “centers around personal growth and development”

786- “centers around personal growth and development” “healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being”

**the angel numbers were insane, confirmation on confirmation***

Temptation

“The devil”

Forbidden fruit

Forbidden love

Unrequited. Unrequited love

“Are you finished with me?”

“Can I be your shadow?”

“Within you.”

Karmic cycles

Mirror

“See you again” -Tyler the creator, kali uchis

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? Because, I’m about to go to war and I don’t know if im going to see you again.”

“La la la” “ok ok ok”

Feminine/masculine

Opposites

Ends of the spectrum

Redbone- childish gambino

***

Someone is coming to a conclusion about you and about themselves through you. I get mirror energy here this could be twin flame connection that you’re keeping small here. There’s imagery of someone trying to blow out a candle, or a flame that’s flickering and small. It’s not being fed. A fire that’s dying. Whomever this person is, they’re receiving their karma for who they were to you, for not making the right decisions, for being disrespectful, for stumbling through life like it’s a joke. Your spirit guides, ancestors, deities, the divine, stand behind you so fiercely. Someone is feeling some sort of wrath here for who they were to you or what they’ve done to you. I just heard, “you’ll know loss.” Someone is going to have to rise out of the ashes like a phoenix, exorcise parts of them that have kept them stuck, be physically pulled away from karmic cycles and habits. Someone says, “they aren’t learning. They aren’t moving.”

They’re feeling very restless and burnt out here. Someone’s tired of fighting. Someone’s being brought to their knees. “I hear you haven’t seen or felt rock bottom yet.” I even hear an ancestor saying, “watch this.” I’m getting the imagery of very divine and large beings sitting in a row of chairs. Almost like the last supper or the imagery of it and looking down on what’s happening attentively. This person is undergoing large heart chakra openings or having an awakening here. The imagery of the ace of swords gives me the energy of someone pulling a sword from the earth, after it’s been buried for ages. Someone is finally picking up their sword or stepping into their power here. But I see you being completely inattentive to this here. If you’re even reading this right now this is a privilege to them to have you sit and see what it is they’re going through. Someone’s not available and has made themselves unavailable or out of reach.

This person is so stubborn, they’re hard headed, and they’ve sorted planted themselves firmly in their place and have refused to move. They’re obsessed with status or are obsessed with keeping up some sort of facade or reputation to protect themselves or make them appear invulnerable, heartless, reckless and damaging. This person could like to fight, could be someone whose met with a lot of criticism or always is pushing up against or things. Using or manipulating some sort of influence. I see you coming to terms with this person and not resonating with who they are and not seeing any admirable qualities within this person any longer. This person is going to have to fight their way through the thick of the situation that they’ve built for themselves, undergoing inner purging, arising out of karmic cycles, disconnecting from karmic connections in all sorts and shapes.

This person is avoiding making hard decisions and setting themselves apart from others and owning up to their mistakes and actions. Something about this persons lack of accountability may trigger deep childhood wounds within you of some sort or be a pet peeve that you dislike very intensely in others that you now dislike very intensely within them. This person has to make a choice. The right one this time after a long time of playing games with the divine and playing games within the lives of others. They’re going to have to be reborn and undergo immense transformation and change. And this is what is going on. There’s a massive tower moment in store for them they you won’t be there for or won’t be a bystander in. This is for them to experience all on their own. It’s very likely that you may find this persons demise satisfying or be apathetic towards their hard ship at this time, I almost typed heart ship. You may be apathetic toward their internal conflict and heartbreak as well. It’s a long time coming I heard.

Someone is allowing the scales to be balanced out and protecting themselves by being nowhere near this incoming explosion or tower moment. They won’t be stepping in, helping to protect this person from their karma, or hiding this person away from their shadows. I’m getting imagery of the shadow man or Dr. facilliers death in the princess and the frog. This person is so unattractive to you right now. After a long time potentially of being your wish fulfillment and end all be all.

Messages:

“ I’m scared somebody will take you from me.”

“ I let others interfere with our connection.”

“Go back to our spot.”

“I want to call/text you, but I’m afraid you won’t answer.”

“The warmth of your hands keeps my insecurities away.”

“Don’t give my love to anybody else.”

“I was too stubborn to admit that you were my person.”

“I need closure from you.”

***

ii.

everything is okay pile two, you can relax. You may feel tension in your neck, your back, and feel a lack of energy in your legs or have some leg pain. You’re purging energies, undergoing transformation, and getting ready to accept more gifts and more happiness. Make sure you prioritize your rest, your eating and your overall health. The color blue could be significant, beige or light shades of brown, the color white, doves, crows, cats, and spiders. Snakes as well. If you feel lost, answers are on the way. If you feel alone and/or abandoned, spirit is always standing with you and protecting you. Spirit will not allow you to be mislead, be hurt, or be put in situations that will destroy you. Your spirit guides and ancestors commend you. I hear round of applause, whistling, and chants of encouragement. I actually left and took my ass to bed after pile one because pile one’s energy was crazy asl, I actually know pile one in real life. Bless their heart for real. ANYWAYS!!

channeled:

Tangled up in you- the Alton’s

Heart to heart- Mac Demarco

Let’s stay together- al green

Tell it like it is- Aaron Neville

I put a spell on you- Nina Simone

Fade into you- mazzy star

Relaxation

Inner peace

Fulfillment

222 - you’re on the right path. “signifies good fortune in finances, relationships, and career, as well as a reminder to work towards your soul's purpose.” “symbolize balance, harmony, and spiritual alignment” “the time has come for you to be more self-reflective, and focused on the duality of situations”

444 - your spirit guides are protecting and supporting you. “conveys a powerful message of love, support, and guidance from your angels”

22 - “welcome balance, wisdom, and divine transformation into your life.”

12 - “something in your life has been completed, and it's time to turn your attention away from the past and look into the future.”

896 - personal growth & development. “896 encourages you to put your devotion and efforts towards your spiritual passions and interests, in turn, manifesting abundance and plenty into your life”

888 - “positive flow, abundance, and rewards are coming your way.” “Stay open to abundance in whatever form it appears, not just what we expect or want”

8 - infinite possibilities

0 - “the number 0 is ultimately about unconditional love. "The force of love is around you all the time, taking the form of other people, opportunities, and even moments of clarity”

65 - “Angel Number 65 is giving you a message from the guardian angels that your efforts to transform and improve your life are being appreciated by the divine energies.”

100 - “symbol of new beginnings, manifestation, and spiritual guidance.” “aligning oneself with eternity while finding balance between our inner world and outer reality so that true harmony may exist within us.”

110 - “it’s time to manifest your dreams.”

Sleep

Relaxation

Careful consumption of media

Deciding on morals & boundaries

Candles

Journaling

Shadow work

Smoke cleansing

Water cleansing

Detox

Rejuvenation

Chrysalis

Hibernation

Mother Nature

Mother Earth

The Moon

Menstrual cycle

Divine feminine energy

The metaphysical

Inner child

Inner compass

Erykah badu

***

pile two… this person.. this person.. I’m so obsessed. This person is open and genuine. They may have expressed to you so much already but anything their withholding is more and further confirmation of deeper feelings and desire to do more for you and offer you more love and more peace. You may be in a relationship with this person, this gives committed relationship vibes, it doesn’t give situationship vibes, nothing is in the air, there’s no dust kicked up or fog that’s obstructing the clarity of the situation. It is what the two of you say it is, it looks like exactly what it is. It sounds like exactly what it is, devotion. Amy winehouse “love is a losing game” just came on, I have it playing on my tv and I just turned it up because it’s playing so quietly all of a sudden when my volume is already high and everything else was loud and clear.

It kind of gives me the impression that anything within the energy of loss and heartbreak is over and silenced. Spirit is covering your ears and covering your eyes to perspectives and ideas that aren’t in alignment with this connection and the love you share. The song just ended, “tell it like it is” just came on, blaring loud I was like 🫨🫨🫨. This person is a real man or a real woman. They’re ready to love you, to give you everything. They’re asking that you be honest and bare your soul and tell me them how you feel. Pride aside, fear aside. This person loves you beyond the fear and ego. I’m getting sensual energy, it’s deep and it’s passionate lol I feel like someone is squeezing my heart right now. This person applies pressure or they really get you riled up. I’m feeling all of this persons feelings. I hear my heart in my ears, you know those chills you get when you listen to oldies, the blues, or that STANK face you make when you feel something deep in your spirit. This person is in your spirit, coursing through your veins right now lol. I haven’t even began reading through the cards. UGH! Unhand me immediately!!!

This is like an intensely passionate saxophone solo. If this person is silent in any way, it’s because they’re trying to take action in their lives to get themselves in a position to show you how much they love you in a material and physical aspect. They already have laid out so much love for you to have but they want to give you more. They want to over fill your cup. They fill your cup. Your cup is full but I keep hearing “more.” I’m seeing imagery here of a divine masculine giving you everything in his pockets or anything that he has and carries with him. For some of you this is a divine masculine energy. They know your love and devotion isn’t free and isn’t cheap. They’re willing to put it all on the line. They’re even becoming more enlightened spiritually. I see the imagery of the five of pentacles and one of the men on the card is looking up the sky here. This person is looking to the heavens behind you, looking to the divine, to the moon, to spirit. Showing their gratitude, asking for and manifesting success for them to give you, asking for and manifesting safety and protection over this connection.

This person is not undecided about you, they’ve made a decision. They have some self doubt about how well they’ll be able to show up for you or how able they will be to provide you with everything you deserve because they smell your divinity, they wouldn’t do wrong by you, betray you, or give you less than what you deserve. I’m hearing “don’t” by Bryson tiller. This person feels sorry for your exes. This person is ready to give you everything and do anything on your behalf and it only gets more intense everyday. This person is in their bag or about to be, making plans for the two of you, planning a future for the two of you, making decisions and making choices behind you and your influence and your presence in their life. Financial choices, spiritual choices, emotional choices.

This person is thinking of all the things the two of you can do together or build together it’s their primary focus. Any of this persons silence is them exercising self restraint or making room for you or for this connection to unfold and blossom naturally. They want you to feel safe and feel valued despite how passionate they feel or how much they want to envelope you in all of their love and desire. This person is levitating right now. They often feel they have to take moments to pull back and gather up their energy and bring themselves down from a high or an obsessive part of them that feels driven to you.

This person, in their silence, is constantly thinking about more ways to be honest with you, value your boundaries, express their own, communicate their feelings to you. This person wants to earn your trust and your devotion.

messages:

“ save the date.”

“ will you marry me?”

This person is most definitely thinking long term commitment, sees you as someone who could be their wife or husband. Wants to live harmoniously with you and have you for a long time ❤️

“you’re a witch.”

This person feels as though you have so much power over them. They constantly feel your influence. You could be into witchcraft or be into spirituality and manifestation and they believe in your power and divinity wholeheartedly. They don’t doubt you.

“You have so much power over me.”

“Healing my mother wound.”

You could’ve brought to light some maternal issues within this person or opened their eyes to the gravity of a situation regarding their mother.

“Sending you all my love.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

“Open your heart to me. Let me in.”

“Please wait for me.”

***

iii.

This reading is being done in such immensely high and free floating energy. Someone is relaxing into something or surrendering, I’m getting imagery of someone being fully submerged into something warm or something with healing properties or that has the intention of transforming and rejuvenating them and restoring magic within the spirit. I’m getting Steve lacy - infrunami. Someone was hiding in plain sight here or may have been hiding away on purpose but the both of you are being met with true devotion from one another. There’s a lot of passion and longing I’m feeling. Someone misses someone or has plans to come to someone and be near them. Spirit is telling me, “I’m giving you space to miss one another or come to terms with who one another really are and what you meant to one another after a long time of being right underneath each others noses” there’s this energy of truths being revealed, the light or divinity in someone or the both of you being revealed. Someone within this collective may be drawn to pile two or have messages in two piles.

channeled:

Love on the brain - Rihanna

Infrunami - Steve Lacy

Tears dry on their own - Amy winehouse

Mercy mercy - Marvin Gaye

Let’s stay together - Al Green

Wet dreamz - J. Cole

CPR - Summer Walker

Trust - Brent Faiyaz

(There is) no greater love - amy winehouse

Just another interlude- Bryson tiller

Glory box- Portishead

Wholeness

Accepting love

Energy of recieving

Gifts

Divine timing

Divine plan

“Proud of you.”

Appreciation

Music

66 - “a powerful symbol of balance and harmony.”

67 - “you are on the right path and to keep going.” “prosperity and good fortune are on their way.”

68 - “your angels are encouraging you to take a leap of faith and start something new”

88 - “great success, abundance, and prosperity.” “ This number's presence is a positive sign for matters of the heart, often associated with the abundance of love and blessings.”

99 - “spiritual growth and awakening” “it confirms that your bond is based on mutual respect, understanding, and love. But, there's always an opportunity to enter a new phase of even deeper connection.”

600 - “Your material security and wellbeing are protected. Balance, harmony, and stability in your relationships. Spiritual growth and higher understanding.”

666 - “ a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence”

789 - “number centers around healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being. It serves as a reminder that it's important to make sure your emotional, physical, and spiritual health are all taken care of.”

884 - “ a powerful reminder that you should stay open to what life brings your way. It's time to trust that everything is happening for a reason. The angels are reminding you to stay in alignment with your heart and soul. If you do, the universe will aspire to bring you what you need.”

200 - “conveys a message of hope and optimism for your future endeavors”

211 - “guides us to maintain balance and harmony within our relationships.” “a positive omen that learning to trust yourself will set you free”

Equal give & take

Space to be yourself

Satisfaction

Overcoming fears

Emotional stability

Messages/calls

Abundance

Self-care

Singing

Throat chakra

Chakra activation

Kundalini activation

Intense physical & emotional intimacy

Support

Devotion

Red roses

Vinyl records

1970s

History

***

This person is carrying with them a lot of emotional stress and burdens here but I also see them carrying themselves almost. Like they’re trying to hold themselves back from coming face to face with you on a deep and personal level. This person is having hard time and is tired and a little burnt out from feeling as though they have to suppress their devotion or their love for you. This person is incredibly attached to you as well as sexually attracted to you. They may hide from you or try to create space between the two of you so that you won’t see just how much they like you or how much they want to be with you, how much they want to be intensely intimate with you. This person overthinks a lot, they’re an anxious person and they’re afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of you or disappointing you. This person also feels like they might inconvenience you greatly by being authentic with you due to past connections and heart break that made them seem or feel like they weren’t important or valued or weren’t owed loyalty or devotion because of the way they were when they they showed up honestly. This persons needs weren’t met and their nervous system is in overdrive trying to overcome their fear of being close to someone again despite how much they love they hold for you in their heart.

Someone in this persons past may have gaslit them or told them that they weren’t as special as they advertised themselves to be or that their love and support wasn’t genuine or wasn’t worth fighting for or sticking around for or their portrayed this to them through actions. This person has been tired, carrying a lot of tension in their bodies, or are burnt out from how much energy it takes for them to keep themselves from you. Heard the worst by Jhene aiko, not necessarily the whole entire song but “I don’t need you but I want you.” And “I don’t mean to, but I love you.” But this person, they’re afraid, because they think that they love you but are afraid to tell you or reveal their love to you through words and action. This person feels as though you’re meant for them and they constantly feel the need to apologize for pushing you away or holding off from you out of fear.

This person adores you, they care for you genuinely, and they feel they’ve been blessed with and given divine love. You may come as a surprise to this person, you catch them off guard, or appeal to them in a profound way due to past experiences. I hear this person hoping and wishing that nothing takes you away from them. This person is in a constant state of healing and transformation in order to accept you. Manifesting their fear away, taking steps to let you see them, practicing putting down their weapons, leaving their past in the past, and breaking down the walls they’ve built around themselves in order to call and manifest true love and now you’ve arrived and the walls are ready to come crashing down. This person is reprioritizing things within their life as well. They could’ve had to shift into their dark feminine energy if this is a feminine energy. This person could’ve had to remove people from their lives, undergo a lot of purging, awakening and healing in order to put themselves in their divinely ordained position to receive love and love themselves.

This person is coming to terms with the fact that the worst is over and they won’t have to fight anymore and that they can fall into you finally and be taken care of and loved correctly. They’re in the process of coming to terms with the fact that the past is in the past and they no longer have to revisit it or hold onto it. That they’re safe. That nothing else can harm them any longer.

messages:

“Every song reminds me of you.”

“You taught me what real love is.”

“Divine masculine.”

you represent true masculine energy to this person. True divine masculine energy. Especially if you identify as the divine masculine within this connection.

“You have a lot of heart.”

“Lover.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t understand you, I didn’t understand my feelings.”

“Forgive me.”

“My souls purpose is to love you & be loved by you.”

*double confirmation about spending time apart.*

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Hope this served you right and brought you Justice and true clarity! I enjoyed curating this reading, thank you for co-creating my reading by being apart of the beautiful collective, by loving my work, by being patient with me! You are so loved and valued. ❤️!

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saevus-brutalis · 4 months

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last art this year

was supposed to be for pride month but— ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒.

some lore surrounding these two that is too long overdue but 🤷‍♂️

not as detailed and rambly as i’d like it to be, but i’m really burned out and i’m trying to get back to it🧍‍♂️

nevermind it’s pretty rambly lol

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all the way back in 2038 Vincent and Ray, after dating for around two years, agreed to leave California together on august 21st — Ragan’s birthday; it was supposed to be his birthday gift of sorts, a start of a new chapter, new life;

buuut Vince, being a little shit teenager, got cold feet (in Ray’s eyes, Vince always justified that as being rational) and ditched him last minute, not showing up in their agreed spot, making Ragan leave on his own after hours of waiting.

this caused Ray to despite his own birthdate, it always reminding him of the heartbreak and betrayal. 🧍‍♂️

Vincent has felt guilty ever since, but firmly believed it was the right choice. he was never fit to live a nomadic lifestyle at such a young age.

four decades later their paths cross again and a long healing journey ensues.

so now this date is pretty bittersweet to both of them 🧍‍♂️ but it gets better overtime

basically right person, wrong time

although i think if they did ran away together then, it wouldn’t have ended good at all 🤷‍♂️ with Vince still being pretty immature emotionally, still struggling with some inner personal things (family stuff, internalized homophobia, etc.) and not familiar with the nomadic culture and ways of living. they’d probably get in bad fights more and more as the time would go on, and eventually split. Vince would’ve decided to go back to Night City probably (if he ever would make it back) and they’d never end up back together has they met in the future.

their separation allowed them to grow and mature on their own, in their own familiar environments, experience different things, and after they met again, after all those years, they put their feelings and mutual attraction to the test

and it turned out they still want each other even with all the imperfections 🧍‍♂️(i’m not crying you are) they could lie all they want but their brain chemistry couldn’t. Vincent never loved someone they way he loved Ragan, and Ray never quite felt the same way with anyone else like he felt with Vince. there was always something missing, something not quite right. and while they could tell each other they’re looking for something too far out of their reach, that they’re looking for a too perfect partner, in reality they always just wanted each other 🧍‍♂️

they still have a lot to work on together in their relationship, but now that they’re too old for teenage fights and too tired for heartbreaks, they make compromises and their fights make their bond and their understanding of one another stronger 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

like we acknowledge that Vince did a shitty thing by ghosting Ray, going no contact and being a puss, too scared to man up, and tell him face to face ‘hey i can’t go, this type of thing ain’t for me’. he didn’t want to acknowledge that, saying that out loud, or even in his mind, would make that real and that scared him. he was definitely a teen who’d rather avoid doing something he wasn’t comfortable with to not experience the uncomfortable feelings altogether. the avoidant type we all know and love 🧍‍♂️

and yet Ray still chose to love him 🧍‍♂️ he’s definitely like ‘this man’s trash but he’s *my* trash’. Vince gets better eventually after Ray finally gets through his thick ass skull.

but also i’m not gonna sit here and say Ragan fixed Vince coz that wasn’t the case 🤷‍♂️ this is not a ‘i’m gonna fix him’ type of situation. Ragan wasn’t and isn’t perfect either, his perspective was kinda askew as well; can’t quite describe it as i haven’t psychoanalyzed him as much as Vincent but they’re both flawed, make mistakes left and right and learn from that (sooner or later) like human beings 🧍‍♂️

but in the end they’re just old men in love

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Lords of Gondolin | Having A Super Strong S/O

Request: Hey!!! I’m the author of that super strong S/O ask and I’m really glad everyone liked it. That one’s been swimming around in my imagination for a while... Since Fall is the season of gains, let’s celebrate it with a request! Headcanons about the Lords of Gondolin and/or the Finweans reacting to extremely strong S/O? (I’m biased towards Gondolin tho lol. They are my loves. I could see the Finweans being super supportive and progressive, with Galadriel being as epic as she was. But who of the princes would feel threatened by S/O, I wonder?) - anon

A/N: Went with the Lords of Gondolin since they're your favs.

Galdor

Galdor would be extremely shocked by your strength given that your physique was far off from giving him the whole ‘I’m super strong’ image.

His mind would be racing on if you were a Maia of some otherworldly being that has yet to be existing.

Being the quiet and observant person he was, he would observe you like a hawk as you lifted and carried so many heavy objects, but never let you lift overly heavy objects. He steps in to carry them for you.

A quick defender should any naysayers bully or tease you on your strength or physique if you were to become more muscular.

A lover and worshipper of your day and night. He loves to talk about your impressive feats to others whenever they attempt to belittle you. Once your name is mentioned, it gives him every reason to talk about you.

He’s beyond proud of all your accomplishments.

Never lets your self-esteem lowers and always showers in his own version of love and affection, even if he has to become intimate. He’s never admitted it, but he does enjoy it when you use your strength to pin him to the bed during those moments.

Ecthelion

It was embarrassing for him when he sprained his ankle after hopping over the rocks in the stream. It was more embarrassing but even shocking when you offered to carry him, and you were.

Bridal style in your arms, Ecthelion's brain had ceased, and all the cogs were stuck. He couldn’t comprehend what was taking place because one minute he was on the ground clutching his ankle and the next he was airborne.

Watching as you carried him as if he was a pillow made him baffled. He’d insist that you didn’t carry him after because he didn’t want your back to hurt – in truth, he just didn’t need his friends or anyone to see.

The moment you rest him down, he’d be gawking at you, like ‘hey, I don’t recall you ever being this strong’.

He’d probably believe that you were a Maia under Tulkas given your phenomenal strength.

But it’s Ecthelion, he’d still worry for your back whenever he notices you carrying heavy objects. He’s quick to rush out and stop you because he’s a mother-hen.

He does have his moments where he enjoys your strength and it’s mainly when you and he are wrestling. It’s a fight in seeing who can dominate the other with their strength – you mostly win.

Glorfindel

Like any other day, you would be watching Glorfindel sparring with Ecthelion and the other Lords, showing off his physique and flexing every few minutes because you were watching.

As usual, he would win given his phenomenal strength and then boast about being the best and strongest ever, but you wanted to wipe his title away.

Volunteering to spar with him next, he would be ecstatic to wrestle with his lover not knowing he was about to facepalm the floor in under a minute.

Quickly knocking him off his feet and pressing your weight to pin him to the ground, Glorfindel’s words would be stuck in his throat at the strength you were displaying.

His lover was remarkably strong, stronger than him and was able to lift him as well, that’s a feat worth praising and boasting about to the world until everyone was tired of hearing it.

Because of this, he enjoys wrestling with you for both fun and seriousness. He enjoys seeing you in your element just tossing him about the place and easily pinning him to the ground. It gets his blood pumping.

Whatever trade you decide to go into that utilizes your strength, you can yourself that Glorfindel is supporting you all the way, not without some warning to the head of the job.

Egalmoth

Our prideful peacock loves the idea of his lover being super strong. He’s going to boast and brag to every single bystander whether they wish to learn about you and your feats or not. Once your name is mentioned, it gives him the opportunity to talk proudly about you.

In no way does your strength intimidate Egalmoth, even though you’re stronger than him by leagues. This elf is enamoured by his lover’s remarkable strength.

He’s probably asked you to carry him around or lift him with one hand like a sack of flour. He’s the type to tell you to your face ‘I love the type of person who could throw me through a window’

If you’re into weightlifting, he’s your number one fan and no one is allowed to fanboy more than him. He’s present at every event to cheer and support you.

Always praising and complimenting and worshipping your strength and body. Too many times, he’s admitted to loving the idea of you pinning him and manhandling him about.

Egalmoth loves to wrestle with you as well, just for the sake of being pinned and then going ‘I win’ when he’s clearly pinned but achieved his goal.

Always showing you off like the gem that you are and being the epitome of supportive lovers. He pushes you to achieve all your goals and aspirations in the fields of strength and never allows you to sell yourself short.

Rog

The first time this elf saw you lift the hammer to beat the piece of iron on the anvil and match the right pacing to straighten the material out, his jaw dropped.

He knew that lifting a forging hammer and swinging it at a rhythmic pace was difficult for many starting blacksmiths because of the weight, but not for you.

Rog would be left at a standstill as he watched you continue beating the iron and shaping it, swinging the hammer like it was a feather.

His eyes would be roaming your physique respectfully and gauging for your missing muscles. Were you a Maia of Aulё? It would explain your strength to wield the hammer with grace.

Rog would stop you mid-swing and question you on your strength, ‘how are you so strong? Even I struggled to wield the hammer in the beginning.’

The shrugging of your shoulder would make him believe that you were a Maia who refused to reveal their identity. Rog would make you forge with him and be blown away by watching you lift around precious materials.

Poor Rog would be comparing your arms to his because he has to image to match his strength, whereas you didn’t. You’d make some joke about your arms being ‘limp noodles’, which gets him to start calling you that.

Maeglin

Being from an entirely different group of elves that developed their own rules and culture, along with their way of life, Maeglin won’t be shocked to learn that you were super strong.

There were probably overly strong males and females in his Avarian culture that he’s had the experience of observing before. So, coming across you won’t be strange, if anything, he’d be amazed and supportive.

He would love to have you in the forges assisting him with carrying materials and teaching you to craft.

When it comes to training, he may be a tab bit unsure about sparring against you, but you would soon prove him wrong when you easily manoeuvre him onto his back. The look of awe in his eyes as you stood over him victoriously.

If you’re packing muscles, then expect Maeglin to become the little spoon and dwell in the comfort and security of your arms.

Being someone who was viewed as the black sheep of the Gondolin society because of his Avarian traits, if you were bullied or frowned upon, you can count on Maeglin to be your rock and support.

He understands what it feels like to be different, so he’s going to be there for you and help give you the confidence that is required to go the distance.

Masterlist

Taglist: @spidergirla5 @eunoiaastralwings @someoneinthestars @aconstructofamind @mysticmoomin @lilmelily @hoshinokurasa

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angstyaches · 1 year

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For a request, maybe something fluffy where Shayne kinda hints that he knows Charlie has a tummy kink, and kinda teases him a little bit about it. (Hope you had a wonderful break 💛)

It's definitely not my best work, but it's been a long few weeks and I'm tired lol

Thank you to the original anon and to all the anons who helped me with this prompt! Sorry this took so long. And sorry that Shayne ends up flustering himself as much as Charlie, that's just how it realistically played out. Hopefully that doesn't take too much away!

CW: stomach kink mention/implied, stomach ache (mild), belly rubs, embarrassment, a bit of silly banter as promised.

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Shayne held his breath and waited for Charlie to look at him.

He could feel his stomach churn as it had been doing since dinner, resulting in a mild belly ache, but this was the first time that it had gurgled audibly. It was loud enough to be heard over the TV. A creaking, straining sound.

Even if Charlie hadn’t turned his head, Shayne wouldn’t have deluded himself into thinking he hadn’t heard. Charlie could easily ignore the shrieking of the dishwasher when it finished a load, but there were some things his ears just seemed more attuned to than others.

The pain in Shayne’s stomach dulled, momentarily overwhelmed by something warmer, softer. As predicted, Charlie wore a strained look of concern. His gaze kept veering down towards Shayne’s stomach, but he also seemed to be trying his best to discern the emotion in Shayne’s face.

Well, good luck, Shayne thought. He struggled to discern his own emotions these days.

“Um, sorry.”

“What?” Charlie blinked and a smile appeared on his face. The picture of innocence. “Why are you sorry?”

This bastard. Was Charlie feigning ignorance to make him say it out loud? Drawing out what was already an embarrassing moment?

Shayne’s soul wanted to shrivel at the thought of falling for such obvious bait, but this was Charlie. If Charlie was trying to prompt him to say or do something, it was just because he thought it was... What, exactly? Cute? Funny? Shayne didn’t have a firm grasp on what went through Charlie’s head when he behaved like this, but he had the vague sense that questioning Charlie about it would shatter something that could never be made the same way again.

Shayne swallowed. He was really doing this.

He laid one hand on his stomach. He’d found himself doing this a couple of time while on a video call with Charlie, just to see how his boyfriend would react to it. Charlie had never mentioned it, but Shayne could always tell, could always see him fighting back a grin, when he noticed.

Of course, it felt a little bit more intimidating when they were in person, but since his stomach had already drawn attention to itself, he decided he didn’t have anything to lose.

He let out what he’d intended to be a sigh, but the sound could have also passed for an exaggerated groan. He slumped against Charlie’s shoulder, not because he wanted to snuggle, but because he wanted to hide his face for the next part.

“My tummy kind of hurts,” he mumbled.

Charlie inhaled sharply. Shayne could have sworn he could hear his boyfriend’s brain rebooting like a laptop, fans whirring and hard drives turning over.

“Aw, I’m sorry, lovely.” To his credit, Charlie’s voice sounded relatively normal. He looped an arm around Shayne and pulled him closer, pressing his face into the side of Shayne’s neck, as though hiding his expression even though it wasn’t in Shayne’s line of sight. “Is something from dinner not agreeing with you?”

Follow-up questions? Shayne hadn’t braced himself for those. He wanted to curl up in a ball, which, luckily, he was already halfway to achieving. ��I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous about anything?”

Shayne shrugged. “I mean, I could be. I’m hanging out with this guy that I kind of like.”

That wrangled a burst of laughter out of Charlie. Shayne couldn’t resist lifting his head now, just to see the smile that he'd won. He wasn’t surprised at all as he took in the redness in Charlie’s cheeks, and the way he seemed to be pulling on the inside of his lower lip with his teeth.

“Oh, yeah?”

Perfect, as always. “Yeah. He desperately needs a fucking haircut, though.”

“Hey – careful.” Charlie’s eyes flashed, his gentle smile morphing into a smirk. His fingers traced the width of Shayne’s stomach, travelling lightly. “He knows your weak spots.”

Charlie’s fingers switched to a scrabbling motion that made Shayne sit up a little straighter and – once again – catch his breath. He brought both hands to his stomach now as the muscles tensed, instinctively trying to cover as much of it as possible to fend off Charlie’s hands.

“Oh – sorry. Sorry.” Charlie pulled his hands back, showing both his palms. “Sore tummy. I forgot.”

Shayne raised an eyebrow. Liar. And then, even though the tickling had only triggered a small spasm, he rubbed his stomach as if he’d been punched there. “Yeah, ow.”

Charlie hummed in amusement. “I said I'm sorry.”

He pressed one hand against Shayne’s belly, fingers out straight this time. Shayne felt a twinge of shame at the way his stomach chose that moment to churn and groan, as though it’d been waiting.

He made an exaggerated gesture of lifting Charlie’s hand from his torso and mimicked batting it away. “Um, no. Get off me, weirdo.”

Guilt passed over Charlie’s face before he – with a disbelieving glimmer in his eyes – realised that it was a joke. In fairness, it wasn’t hard to sell discomfort when Shayne genuinely felt like burying himself in the ground and never coming back up.

“Oh, I’m a weirdo now?” Charlie demanded. He shifted his weight so that he was facing Shayne a little more head-on, and propped his elbow on the back of the couch. “A minute ago, I was some guy you liked!”

“That guy turned out to be a weirdo.”

“Well, he’s a very sorry weirdo who won’t try to tickle you again.” Charlie’s smile deepened. He was still doing the lip-biting thing, though he clearly thought he was doing a more subtle job than he really was. “I’ll be super gentle. I promise.”

Shayne’s belly fluttered at the quiet desperation in Charlie's eyes. Fuck.

“Fine.” He rolled a little further onto his back and laid his legs out across the couch. The back of his head rested against Charlie’s sternum. If he tilted it back, he had a view of the underside of Charlie’s chin.

Charlie was true to his word. He gently smoothed his palm across Shayne’s stomach a couple of times as silence settled over them. Shayne closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he half-opened them again, Charlie was looking at the TV.

“Shit, I missed everything that’s happened so far,” Charlie laughed. He reached for his phone and put the episode back about five minutes. His other hand never stayed still on Shayne’s belly for longer than a few seconds at a time. He broke up the big, sweeping strokes by massaging it with his fingertips whenever he noticed a tight point, or heard another one of its sluggish gurgles.

Shayne told himself to try to relax, but quickly realised that the ‘trying’ wasn’t necessary. He felt his t-shirt start to crinkle up under the movement of Charlie’s hand, and the first three times it happened, Charlie carefully smoothed it back into place.

When it started riding up again, Shayne reached down to lift it out of the way. He pulled it up as far as his ribcage, holding his breath the entire time.

Charlie glanced down, and the look on his face was... well, Shayne could have compared it to the look on Felix’s face when he talked about food, or Rin’s giddiness when she watched videos of ducks marching in a line, but neither of those were quite the same thing. It wasn’t the look that characters in TV shows gave each other just before they started ripping their clothes off, either.

The sigh that passed Charlie's lips might have carried the word 'fuck' with it, but... that could have been Shayne's imagination.

The warmth of Charlie’s hand against his belly made him inhale deeply to suppress a shiver. Charlie’s fingers started out splayed in opposite directions, and he dragged his fingertips inward so that they almost collided in the middle. It was like his hand thought he was scratching a cat’s head, only it was slower, and more pressurised, than a scratch.

Shayne didn’t have to fake the little moan that bubbled up in his throat. As much as he told himself it was all for Charlie’s – bizarre and unexplainable – benefit, he couldn’t deny that he was getting something out of this arrangement, too.

“Mmm.”

Charlie chuckled softly. “What, lovely?”

Shayne inhaled and exhaled again before answering, giving himself a second to think. And giving Charlie a second to stew. He closed his eyes, unable to make himself talk while Charlie’s face loomed right above him.

“You always make my stomach feel so much better.”

“O-oh,” Charlie stammered. “Really? Is that – I mean, is that the only reason you keep a weirdo like me around?”

“Shut up,” Shayne mumbled. “I know you like it.”

Charlie fell silent at that, and his fingers clenched into a fist resting at the centre of Shayne’s belly.

"I... what?" Charlie half-groaned. "What do you mean?"

Shit. Had that been too much? Had Shayne shattered the thing he was supposed to be keeping intact?

“Like… all the touching.” His mouth started talking while his mind still scrambled for something to say. “I know I get weird about it sometimes.”

“Oh.” Charlie sounded more surprised than relieved.

Shayne tilted his head back to see more of Charlie’s face. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d been panicking, hoping to find some half-truth he could use to break up the awkwardness and spare Charlie’s feelings, but he'd ended up saying something honest.

It felt like he’d stripped his whole body bare, not just his stomach, but somehow it wasn’t an altogether scary feeling.

“I – lovely, just...” As Charlie’s hand slowly unfurled across Shayne’s stomach again, he also carded his free hand through Shayne’s hair. “Just know I don’t ever want to rush you into anything.”

Shayne raised his eyebrows slightly. “You don’t.”

He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Charlie he was amazing. How grateful he was for his endless patience. How loved and taken care of he felt when Charlie was around. But Charlie chose that moment to resume his gentle massage of Shayne’s belly, and the tingling sensation that filtered down through his skin to his insides made everything else fall right out of his head.

“Mmm,” he said again.

There was a soft, shaky sigh as Charlie let his head fall back against the couch cushions, no longer bothered by the fact that the episode continued to play without either of them watching.

"Mm," Charlie mumbled quietly in agreement.

#StW Shayne #StW Charlie #tummy kink #stomach kink #stomach rubs #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #kink mention #stomach ache fic #sickfic

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soudakuwunmoment · 1 year

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DirkJake Dreamworld [NSFW]

I wrote this instead of sleeping lol Uh, so yeah! DirkJake NSFW! Hope you enjoy:)

"Golly gosh, another long day!" he huffed with a satisfied tune. "That robot sure takes a lot out of a fella, I'll say!"

Jake pulls on his pajama pants, becoming damp from the shower water still dripping from his hair. A quick shake and water sprays everywhere, he laughs lightly to himself.

"I've been in an awfully good mood today, I wonder why that is? No matter, tomorrow is another day of adventures, better rest up!"

Jake didn't realize quite how fatigued he was until his sore bones hit the soft sheets and his eyelids suddenly dropped. He was so tired, yet his good mood only hummed stronger. A feeling most euphoria-like, he couldn't help his grin as he drifted to sleep.

A gentle breeze. From where? Jakes room doesn't have any windows. The presence of another person makes itself apparent, and his eyes shoot open in alarm, ready to fight, but he only manages a squeak at what he sees not 5 inches from his face.

"D..Dirk..?" Could it be? ..What was he wearing? Where was this? Jake was dreaming, right? Why was Dirk in his dreams, and why did he seem so.. real?

A warm breath tickled his face. This is the real deal, alright.

"I-I have.. so many questions!"

No response. Dirk seemed to be lost in thought, his emotions naturally unreadable, even now in person. Jake gave him a nervous tilt of the head, then glanced around to better take in his surroundings.

A simple bed in a room with a globe for walls and a roof. Almost no furniture, yet it still felt eerily similar to his own room. The edges were dark and foreboding, except for one area of the room, brightly lit by a singular window, letting in a dazzling yellow light from outside that made his eyes squint and cast a glittering sparkle on the floor.

No time for that! Although, time seemed to have stopped. Dirk continued to just stare, mouth hanging open just slightly as though in awe or shock. Jakes hand touched Dirks cheek gently before he had even realized he moved it, bringing a sudden flush to his cheeks.

'Naughty hand! It's no good to go caressing the cheek of my good pal the first time we meet!'

He quickly tries to pull his hand away but just as swiftly he is held in place by a surprisingly warm and soft hand. Is he getting closer? Oh boy.

Dirk drags in a sharp breath,

"Jake," fuck his voice is so smooth, what is even happening? "Jake, I.."

Jake shifted to sit up but was pushed back down with Dirks free hand, a bit more roughly than he would have expected. Jake could have sworn he saw Dirks face heat up slightly.

"Hey, I'm so happy to see you, pal! But, uh, what's going on..? Where are we? I'm all kinds of befuddled!" Jake smiled nervously and attempted to sit up again. Dirks grip didn't give in the slightest. Jake felt a jump in his gut at that, ‘but why?’ Jake frowned. "Di-"

He was cut off by lips on his. His breath hitched and every thought in his brain screeched to a grinding halt. He waited for the kiss to break so he could ask Dirk what the hell he was thinking, but his chance didn't come. To his dismay, he finds himself returning the kiss, which he also did not remember giving his body the permission to do.

A tongue presses against his lips, not a moment later it's inside them. Jake panics again, realizing he doesn't have control over his body, and he feels the vibration of a moan. He doesn't know whose it was, but likely it was Dirk who was turned on to all hell by how eagerly Jake had accepted him.

Finally, the kiss breaks for a breath of air.

"Dirk-!"

"Jake! Shh!!" Dirk sounded annoyed, Jake felt a sting in his chest.

"B-but-"

Dirk leaned in closer, mouth right next to Jakes ear, causing him to shudder. Then, in a low, urgent voice;

"Jake, we don't have forever, alright?"

It was a lie. Not fully, as they would indeed wake up at any time. But now that Jakes dreamself was awake, they could meet every night if they wanted to. Jake didn't know that yet. He simply nodded, getting the point, and the kiss resumed with more urgency, Dirks hands pushing up the inside of Jakes pajama shirt.

This wasn't how he thought his first time meeting his best chum would be. But.. if this was the only time they would get to see each other, he would admit that he would probably rather be doing this than learning about all the details; those could wait for the waking world. It's not like he had much of a choice anyways, as his body continued to move without his permission, doing things far more daring than he would ever do consciously.

Dirk grunted at the feeling of his pants being tugged down an inch. In an instant, he reached down and pulled them off entirely on his own, uncannily floating above the bed to do so before dropping back down. A small startled gasp came from Jake before he was cut off by yet another kiss.

Jakes pants were next, then his shirt. He whined and Dirk removed his own as well.

Then for a moment, all they did was stare at each other, pupils dilated with lust and love, feelings neither knew the other had. Everything was moving so fast, but for some reason it felt okay if it was him.

Another kiss, a palm pressing down on sensitive skin, muffled and desperate moans before they had even really done anything of significance.

"Fuck, Jake. You have no idea how long I've waited" he panted out between kisses and whimpers.

"F-For wha- mff!" His mouth was suddenly filled with 2 long fingers. His ears burned hot.

"You don't need to understand. Just know this has been a long time coming. Suck." The latter half of the sentence seemed to come out more as a growl. Jake obeyed and eagerly licked the fingers and covered them in saliva, his brain not quite processing why Dirk would need slicked up fingers.

As Dirk waited, he impatiently rutted his hips against Jakes, causing a pleased drawn out groan from both of them. The dry humping continued, cocks only separated by two layers of thin cloth.

Jake once again tugged down at the last obstacle between them, bringing a smug grin to Dirks face which did not help the fire in his cheeks. In a blink, they were completely stripped. Neither bothered to look down, they were content staring into each others eyes. Say, when did dirk remove his glasses? His eyes are such a vibrant orange, it made Jakes heart swell.

However, his heart wasn't his only swelled organ, and Dirk intended to see to that. He removed his fingers from Jakes mouth, scissoring them in the air to test just how wet they were. Drops of saliva trailed in drops down Dirks arm, sending shivers up his spine. Yup, that'll do, Jake. That'll do.

Just now it seems to have dawned on Jake the purpose that his spit would serve. Humiliation spread through his body like a wildfire, but Dirk just initiated another kiss and pressed a finger against Jakes entrance. Jake shuddered and moaned into the kiss at the sudden coldness against such a sensitive spot. His stomach muscles twitched as he felt Dirks dick press against it, twitching a bit itself. He broke away from the kiss and shoved his face against Dirks shoulder, letting out a pitiful moan and showering his neck with kisses and soft nips. Dirk sighed and rutted up against Jakes stomach a bit, pressing his first finger into Jake with surprising ease.

"Ah, J-Jake, have you, nh.. do you..?"

No asshole could be this loose untouched. Dirk experimentally pushed the second in already. The muscle clenched around him, and he heard a whimper from Jake signaling that this was enough to hurt. He stopped, slowing his soft thrusting to a stop also so as to not accidentally hurt him.

A moment passed, then a shaky breath, then Jake attempted to push himself down on Dirks hand. A really fucking sexy way to signal he wants more, and who is Dirk to refuse?

A third finger. Jake hissed through clenched teeth and Dirk pulled back to kiss him again, doing everything in his power to distract him from the pain.

Eventually, Dirk could move his fingers. He heard a soft moan and began searching for a specific spot, continuing to pepper Jakes entire face with kisses.

"Fu-uck, Dirk--! Ah! Ah, Dirk, right there!"

Found it.

Dirk memorized the spot, and pushed against it a couple more times before stopping, pulling his fingers out and looking down. Neither of them would last much longer. Dreamselves were strangely sensitive, it seems.

Dirk came back from his thoughts and looked back up at a whimpering and pouting Jake. He couldn't help but smile.

"Don't you want something better?" His voice was so low it almost hurt his throat. But it was worth it to see that Jakes face could in fact become a deeper shade of red, contrary to popular belief. He didn't need an answer though, as if the actual forest fire on Jakes face wasn't enough of one already. He was already pressing the tip gently against the already slicked hole.

Jakes mouth was once again busied with passionate and loving kisses while his mind strained from burning pain. Compared to before though, it did not last long. Three fingers seemed to be the perfect amount of preparation. Just as he managed to catch his breath again, a completely different feeling flooded his nerves. Pure pleasure. Dirk was already nailing Jakes prostate repeatedly with pinpoint accuracy. Any pain from the speed was swallowed whole by such a shocking amount of pleasure that all of Jakes muscles locked up and his eyes rolled back instantly, mouth open in a silent scream. His whole body trembled, schlong especially. This was so unfair. He wanted to enjoy it, but now he was just moments away from his limit. A brief stop,

"Sorry, Jake. At that rate I was going to finish first."

Then the movements continued, only faster, and Jake gasped breathlessly at what Dirk said, and at the desperate breathing he now noticed against his ear. It was just too much, so much, it was perfect, oh god,

Jake shot up from his sleeping position, panting, out of breath, the brunt of his orgasm spilling to wet his pants. He grunted and gripped the sheets, unable to help but flop back down, arch his back and grip his still clothed dick as he rode out the climax.

"Fuck! Agh, Dirk! What the hell!" The sounds of panting and gasping filled the room, then,

Silence. It was morning. Jake came to terms with the fact his heart rate wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. He laid for a few minutes until he could at least breathe properly, then sat up again. He glanced over at his phone. The screen was lit up with a message.

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

TT: Have fun? That's a rhetorical question. I know you did. Congrats on waking up, let's do that again tonight.

#homestuck #dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #homestuck fanfic #dirkjake fanfic #homestuck smut

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agent00ani · 2 months

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We did it gang! Tavi officially beat the game! I think I may try to re do the final fight tho, it was all kinds of fucky and weird plus the patch dropped like. Just after I finished her playthrough lol. Tavi managed to fully dominate the brain(with the use of all her inspiration of course) and it felt so fuckin good. Anyways expect some cute epilogue screenshots of my beloved robin-hood girl boss murder queen ranger babe.

Some bonus little head canons below the cut 🖤

Karlach’s engine gives out before Astarion starts to burn. I refuse to believe Tavi doesn’t run after her beloved and set up an emergency shade shelter for him. She puts her ranger skills to use! She has her bears guard the entrance and stays inside with Astarion. Checks to see if the burns need treatment, and if they don’t just focused on trying to keep him from panicking. She blames herself because she should have prepared for this before hand.

Although she spends the night with Astarion, she gives him a moment alone to process his own feelings and takes the time to speak with Halsin. She’s mostly planning on telling Halsin that she still deeply loves him but she needs to stay with Astarion and try to find a cure/way for him to walk in the sun for now. Then Halsin is all like “I have so many orphaned kids to take care of and I need to go basically build a new community at moonrise” so it just kinda. Works out? Eventually she and Halsin head back to her room and explain everything to Astarion and are like “we’re not ending anything but we are acknowledging that things are gonna be weird and we’re going to be separate physically”

Atavia sleeps basically 24 hours straight after everything. I’m a firm believer in the “elves don’t need to sleep but they can if they’re super fucking exhausted or if they choose to” so I imagine she just. Conks out. Astarion is kinda stressed at first and panics and wakes her up. Once he realizes she’s just very tired he chills out. They end up properly “sleeping together” for the first time since they met. Astarion makes so many jokes about it.

Tavi talks to Gale about her and Astarion maybe staying with him in Waterdeep until they can get a lead on something to help Astarion and offers to help him search for the crown. Gale is like “of course you can stay, but I must find the crown on my own” and has Tara welcome them in and help them get settled. When Gale finds the crown and is freed of the orb he surprises the two by arriving and preparing a massive feast. Tavi is so happy for him she starts crying and kisses him and then the whole Tav-cule officially begins.

Atavia feels the need to fix all the problems/save all her fiends and so takes all the various infernal metals they collected(stole) on their journey to Damon so he can study them and work towards a solution. She eventually gets a way to get in contact with Wyll and Karlach so they know what progress is being made outside of the hells

#bg3 spoilers #ani’s bg3 adventures #ani plays games #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 Atavia Tav #bg3 Tavi-cule

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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HELLO YES IM SORRY I JUST HAD TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT YOUR OWN FIC AND HOW MUCH I LOVE IT please accept these deranged ramblings of an angst-addled mind

“They were worried about his wellbeing for whatever reason” - DONNIE. YOU DUM DUM. THEY LOVE YOU AND YOU LOCKED YOURSELF IN YOUR LAB FOR A WEEK >:c

Donnie reads like he’s so trapped and just trying to ignore it until it goes away :< Ofc he’s gonna lash out when Leo backs him into a corner

Mikey and Raph are being oddly chill about it all though, are they trying to let Donnie sort through whatever he’s dealing with? Casual brotherly support and this is probably not the first time they’ve seen Donnie behave like this, Leo just has that *Donnie Sense* They just seem mostly concerned that he’s physically taking care of himself at the moment, which I know Donnie put on a facade but hhhhhhhhh

Donatello “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die” Hamato

I love how Donnie thinks he’s calculated out his family’s reactions to things and parsed out the appropriate resources in his mind, and then here comes Leo with a monkey wrench lol

The repetition…Leo…are you actually 12…

Leo: “Look, you know I hate pulling rank as leader-"

Raph and literally all of us: “You really don’t.”

I love how Leo’s trying to convince Donnie to talk to him well after he’s already smashed his grubby gumball hands over all his buttons. And laughing when Donnie is clearly upset - unfortunately very on brand, lmao ;v; Did he realize just how hard he poked the bear I wonder

“Make me” I can hear him just spitting it out like venom, I got fuckin chills, you KNOW something’s about to give hehehehehe

Ooooh, has Donnie not reached breaking point in a long time? That mental armor can’t protect you from everything Dee. That, and you’re really good at spinning yourself in circles. There it is, classic Donnie overthink.

Also like, I KNOW it needed to happen, but LEO. HE WARNED YOU THREE TIMES!!! WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN????

Donnie: Go ask your lover!

Leo: lmao bro i have no game wym

Man Leo really fell for that punchline

Sorry fhkajdfsk

Donnie really used Emergency Exit with that shell drop move, Donatello has left the building

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn your precious computers off!” - Leo, who has apparently never seen a horror movie

ALSO. OMG. THE MYSTIC SPARK?!?! THAT IMAGERY?!?! OOOH I GOT TINGLES AGAIN THAT WAS SO GOOD I CAN IMAGINE IT HFKHAJKFSD

The whole fIGHT I CAN’T EVEN

IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN OMG y’know how sometimes you read a thing and you’re like ‘i can’t visualize where in space these people’s bodies are’ yeah no, I didn’t get any of that this was so well done I LOVED IT

“We are INSIDE, young man!” - Nice last-ditch effort, bro

I also wonder what was going on in Donnie’s brain during this, but I get the feeling it would be like angry TV static

The voice crack…..Donnie honey im ;A;

AND OF COURSE LEO ONLY REALIZES HOW BADLY HE FUCKED UP AFTERWARDS sigh…again, very on brand

Did Reader blanking out their phone screen hurt? Yes. More than it should have? Probably. I’m a sentimental baby buhuhuuuu…

Also SIX DAYS???? HAS LEO NOT APOLOGIZED TO READER???? IN SIX DAYS??? Or would it be three? STILL!!!

Lmao I just imagine Leo on the phone with that lovely *wind* sound in the receiver also WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST DONNIE WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT LEO WTF MAN I mean he’s potentially concussed tbh so I guess he gets a small pass XDDDDD

'YOU DIDN’T CHECK THE GIANT SKYLIGHT?! LEO!!!!!' - Mind Raph

Leo, forever now: ‘Did we check???’

Also! You got Splinter’s voice perfectly right (at least that’s my opinion) I love it you did so good <3 Also I’m with Splinter “Did you not think to ask love interest first!?”

“Come here often?” Boi i will smack you myself

My dear Author. The WHOLE scene with Donnie. Broke my damn heart. Again. You’re very good at that, you know?

Angsty boy sittin alone on a cliff, and being able to visualize how damn tired he is, no energy to react physically until he literally drags himself to his feet, I’M-

And Donnie, honey, you’re very smart but there you go again hypothesizing with not enough data,,,how many different theories have you crafted baby boy,,,

Sometimes u gotta jiggle the Donnie

And then break his brain a lil ;3

Ohhh and THEN THE REALIZATION SETTING IN i loved that SO much, just ‘dear god, what have I done’ which TO BE FAIR I’d have done the same thing if Leo had laughed in the face of my assumed heartbreak

And oof, He’s gonna need some Down Time to recover from this emotional whiplash. Just needs a good Sit and maybe a lil Cry and maybe when he’s feeling less Raw all three of you need to actually fucking communicate I swear to Pizza Supreme-

Anyways, holy shit, I have some FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FIC

You are AMAZING and I CANNOT WAIT to see what you do next

THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING NIGHT <3

Shade you absolute animal (/pos)! I cannot believe you wrote me a play by play. I adored every minute of it!

For Mikey and Raph playing it chill, I imagine the brothers all show their love in different ways. Leo might have waited in another instance, but in this one he has a personal connection and intel on what's going on that's driving him a bit nuts.

The "lmao bro i have no game wym" totally destroyed me, full on ugly cackling. That is actually how I intended that laugh to go over! He was thinking "YOU KNOW ME, YOU KNOW I'M SINGLE AS HELL BRO"

Otherwise, I'll keep chugging along and

Thank YOU and YOU have a good night!

#ask

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fumifooms · 1 year

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Comparing Asaden to other ships for comedic potential

Idk about y’all but I’m desperate for asaden content rn and my brain has dug far into my memories until it found an old ship of mine that is a goldmine of asaden energy: sorayla from The Dragon Prince. Oh also, disclaimer: this is about shipping fanon for funsies lol I’m going very off the rails here. This is mostly comedic “enemies with romantic tension” stuff. There’s another ship at the end of the post too. Definitely putting this under a cut bc I am more capable of shame than Denji tbh. Anyways so let’s-a go!

Sorayla!

Soren is like, so Denji. He’s more jock and like, wholesomely stupid? But also he’s mire of a jerk in that he has no morals ngl, and his ego is humongous. Rayla for this is Asa, she’s pretty Yoru-like too but just cringefail and bitchy enough to be pretty Asa lolol. But, where they really shine is their dynamic together:

Their first meeting is him attacking her. He’s about to attack her while she’s asleep, but then a moonbeam falls upon her face and it looks like he thinks she’s pretty?? But the point is she’s too vulnerable for him to kill her without guilt so he’s like “Sis can u wake her up… So it’s like, sporty y’know” which DOES make me feel very Denji about him

Anyways, they fight on rather equal grounds after that and she of course doesn’t respond well to that whole mess. And though they become reluctant allies because of a mutual friend she keeps glaring at him because she knows he’s up to no good, this is his response: https://www.tumblr.com/sorayla/182939524430/poor-soren

-———-

From the comic: https://raayllum.tumblr.com/post/631343059979976704/soren-and-raylas-relationship-in-through-the

Just… Just watch this Soren compilation… You’ll get it. https://youtu.be/Tjm_S8DwYBM

2:48 and onward is the best to get the Denji-ness (and Asa-ness). For Asa-Rayla, there’s much less good content

Here are some extra moments I could find in image format:

And hey, the best part! : Soren’s character arc is all about stopping blindly following orders even if they’re from someone you hold dear and trust, and stepping into your own moral code and beliefs and standing up for yourself. Rayla’s character arc is about facing her problems, her flaws and figuring out her identity and getting over social judgement & being an outcast!!

Anyways. They’re funny, is what I’m getting at. Cringefail yet murder power duo. Somehow matches the level of asaden murderous intent and dead braincells but while being more functional.

OK NEXT SHIP BC I TRIED TO KEEP IT IN AND COULDN’T:

Maomao & Jinshi from The Apothecary Diaries

This one will be quicker. They’re much different from asaden character wise and dynamic wise too, but a similar thing to sorayla where “she looks at me like she wants my head on a pike, omg I need her to kiss me” happens lolol

Maomao is just wholy uninterested and asocial, which, yeah, Asa much. Jinshi’s cute curiosity in Maomao is pretty Denji. But then it’s kinda like asaden reverse roles because Jinshi is tired af and bitter and childish and petulant, but he acts very elegant and flirty in public & for Maomao (at first), so it’s kinda like Asa & Yoru trying to woo Denji Lmfao. And then Maomao being untinterested and blunt af is very Denji when he isn’t happy with Asa, like when he wanted to avoid her and cuss her out just before she asked him out on a date. Anyways look at this

Tell me that isn’t Asa looking at Denji & Denji being ecstatic over getting any sort of crumb of attention from a girl. YOU CAN’T THAT GUY IS JINSHI’S FATHER FIGURE. HE HAS HIROFUMI YOSHIDA ENERGY. IMAGINE YOSHIDA WALKING UP TO ASA LIKE “Please stop insulting Denji he rants about you 24/7, he rambles about you being wrong and gives 3 hours long point by point counter-arguments all while blushing and seething. It’s disgusting and I’m not paid enough to be his friend. Please. Do it for my sanity.”

“Please hide your disgust so I don’t have to hear him talk about his kinks” This post really said it best lmfao: https://virovac.tumblr.com/post/680214574839054336/the-apothecary-diaries

Also I think it’d be hilarious if they had some fake-out romantic moments like this: https://lunatic-fatalist.tumblr.com/post/696376478807490560/mao-mao-reaction-to-be-carried-bridal-style-by-the Them being cute for 1 sec, the other picking up on the romantic ambiance and then them immediately dropping the ball. The post doesn’t have it but the page after that moment Jinshi cusses her out and they end up arguing-bantering lmao

This is a good summary of them lmao: https://wwcrld.tumblr.com/post/642320757689663488/the-apothecary-diaries-by-natsu-hyuuga Anyways go read The Apothecary Diaries. It’s really funny and interesting and cool, it’s a detective sorta story about medicine and politics in ancient China.

I know few people are likely to care about this whole thing but by good god I am obsessed and starved for asaden rn, it’s never enough and I have to start sucking in other fandoms like a black hole or some plague. I hope some poor souls may deride enjoyment from this

#asaden #sorayla #jinmao #fumi rambles #i’m sorry this is a mess i’m stupid and hyperfixated #i am deranged

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jinxthejubilee · 1 year

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Hiii!! I’m the same anon who requested the “Recruiters w/ children” little thing and I’m here again with more Recruiters fluff because i have no sense of self control/j

I was searching for Recruiters fanArts and my brain randomly started throwing cute scenarios abt them, and one of those were about the Recruiters on a tickle fight?? Idk, maybe all of them were having a little sleepover together and Jack started it just for the chaos of it (i can definitely see him doing it), or maybe it started as a Joke on Apple (because non of them would get tired of picking up on poor boi Appoi lol) and the others ended up joining on a way or another. Think about it, it would be super cute!! If you like share ur own headcanons/scenarios about it, it would be interesting to read.

Also, not related but can i be ur Fluff anon? I would like to let u know wherever i come here to share more fluffy things Ö

Hello again! This is the first time anyone has come to me and asked me to call them by an anon nickname! I'm honored! Of course you can be Fluff Anon!

I hope you don't mind, I went a little off script for this ask. But I still had the core idea in mind.

Now, without further adieu, let's set the scene!

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The Sleepover War

So, one would think that a sleepover with your colleagues would be nothing but blustering, posturing, and chaos beyond anyone's imagination.

Well, you'd be wrong! For the first two anyway...

Chaos is inevitable with this crew. It follows them wherever they go. Hence, why the idea of a slumber party sounded off alarms in the more "mature" recruiters' heads.

Even so, the night hadn't been nearly as terrible as they'd thought it be. Sure, there were complaints here and there, competitiveness ran amok throughout the games they played, and no one could agree on the movie to watch, but it was...fun. Really fun, in fact.

And somehow, by some miracle, all of them had settled into a moment of peace.

Apple, Ms. Hades, Veil, and Hock were playing cards that Jack had brought, Joe, Faja, and Malfie were watching a movie with Malfi attempting and failing to convince them both that he'd make a better leading man, and Dalmatia and Pretty Scar were not-so-secretly eating the leftover food from the kitchen.

This left one remaining character: Jack. Who was starting to get bored. Sure, the peacefulness of all this was relaxing, and watching the card game had been fun for the first two hours, but it was so dull now to watch Apple win over and over again. That smug bastard. So to satiate his boredom, he grabbed the nearest pillow he could find....

...and threw it right at Apple's face.

Apple Poison 🍎

Oh, come on! He was just at his 37th win!

After getting over the sudden shock at what had just happened, Apple glared at the card boy, who gave an innocent look in return. Feigning an apology. But Apple knew.

He was challenging him.

Well then, if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get!

The elder recruiter throws a pillow right back at Jack, and from there, it begins.

Apple gets some wins in himself, but Jack is more nimble and fast, so it ends up at a tie near the end. Such a shame, too. It was a battle of epic proportions.

Though he probably would've won overall if the others didn't start throwing pillows at him as well. Traitors...

Jack Heart ❤️

What? Don't tell him that no one else had wanted to do that! He had it coming to him!

Jack focuses mostly on Apple during the fight, but he lands a few hits on the others, too. Like they say, the more the merrier!

This goes on for a while until Jack realizes that Apple wasn't giving up anytime soon. So, he resorted to drastic measures...

Tickling!

After getting the elder on the ground, Jack, Hock, and a few others hold Apple down and start tickling!

Unfortunately, Apple broke free, and the war went on once again, ending with a tie. Well, that was kinda anticlimactic.

Still fun though! Absolutely no regrets!

Malfi (Malfie) 🪞 vs. Eight Foot Joe 🐙 vs. Faja (Farja) 🌹

Malfi laughs at the duo's antics until a pillow lands on him.

Great! Now his hair is ruined, and Faja and Joe have the nerve to laugh at him?! Retribution is nigh!

He takes a swing at Joe, who promptly uses his tentacles to grab the sofa cushion, then at Faja, who was too distracted with laughing at Joe to notice the incoming attack.

Red with rage, Faja also grabs a pillow and hits Malfi full force.

This leads to a stand-off between the three of them. Cue the cowboy showdown music.

It goes on like that for a while until they slowly rope the others into their fight.

They finally call it quits about two or three hours later after getting it all out of their system.

Mr. Dalmatia 🐾 and Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️

They both peek their heads out of the kitchen to see what the fuss is all about.

After finishing her snacks, Mzuri pulls Dalma into the room to join them.

PS throws the first pillow at him, to which Dalma grabs a few and chucks them at her.

Once in a while, Dalma will double team with Jack against Apple. He can't leave his best bro hanging!

It's actually PS who gets the idea of tickling her opponents. And that gave Jack the idea of holding Apple down and torturing him until he gave in. She actually helps Jack hold him down for a while until she gets distracted, and Apple finds a way to escape.

After that, Mzuri mostly focused her efforts on Dalma. Likewise, Dalma finds anything left to use against his hyena foe.

Their match ends when Preety Scar lands her foot on top of Dalma's chest and declares herself victorious. Dalma, in an attempt to get her off of him, pulls her leg down, and she crashes onto the floor with him.

As they stumble to get back up, they both lose their balance and end up in that clichéd "floor kiss" pose.

While annoyingly blushing (Dalma) and happily blushing (PS), they finally get up, head back into the kitchen to grab a snack, and just watch the rest of the matches.

Veil 🔔

Veil's first reaction was curiosity as to why a pillow had just been thrown. To which Hock explained that a pillow fight had just been challenged.

Growing up, Veil had never been to sleepovers before. She had heard about them and the customs that went along with it, but she never had the chance to partake in any herself.

So when Hock reminds her of what a pillow fight is, Veil is surprised by how she's forgotten all about the youthful traditions that usually happen at sleepovers.

She then asks Hock if she'll join in, to which she finds Hock loading up stock with all the pillows she sees, hands Veil a few of them, and aims the rest at Apple.

Veil sits there for a while, wondering if she'll join, until she sees the others joining in. So she goes for it!

She throws a couple at Hock and Jack, who invites her to help them hold down Apple. She even gets to land a few hits!

After Apple breaks free, Hock turns her attention towards Veil. They have it out for a while until they both get tired and end up joining Dalma and Pretty Scar in watching the two main parties fight.

Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝

In Jack's defense, Hock had been wanting to knock Apple down a peg these last few rounds, so him throwing the pillow at Apple was pretty cathartic.

Being a pirate and all, Hock knows practically every card game in existence. But even with all of that experience, Apple was still a few points ahead of her, and she would NOT let that slide.

Now, in fairness, it was interesting seeing this side of Apple. He hasn't been nearly as cold and aloof as he has been when she first met him. He's changed, not a whole lot, but quite a bit.

And he wasn't all bad during the card game. He noticed that Veil had trouble understanding how it worked and actually helped her. That was different!

But, if there's one thing that Hock's learned about Apple, it's that once Apple wins at something, he gets smug. Insanely smug. Not the incredibly boastful type like Malfi, but quietly smug. And with an annoying smirk to go with it.

Oh, it's on now, pretty boy.

Hock takes the first pillow bashes on Apple before turning on Jack. She still hadn't won the game yet, dude! You brought this on yourself!

After a while, she starts bashing everyone else. She's very acrobatic, so it makes it more fun to watch her duck and avoid the pillows being thrown at her.

You go, girl!

Ms. Hades 🔥

She honestly should've expected this..

The peace was nice while it lasted, at least.

MH hangs back to watch all of them, not wanting to partake in such childish antics.

Really, Apple and Jack couldn't let go of their pride and boyish behavior just this one night?

Oh, just wonderful! Now they've got the rest of them acting like animals! Terrific!

ONE. NORMAL. NIGHT. was all she asked for when she agreed to this slumber party idea! But noooo! MH could never be so lucky! Ugh! Now those pillow feathers will scatter all over the pla-!

-wait. They're not really fighting, are they?

They're...playing. They're playing. Huh. Well, that's...unexpected.

MH will admit, in the time that she's known them all, she'd always assumed that they'd never get along with one another. They were simply too different. Heck, why else would the gods and goddess on Olympus not care for any deities of the Underworld? They were all too dissimilar in personality and background to ever get along.

And yet, here they are. Fighting still, yes, but not seriously. They were playing. Playing.

Heh, bless the Fates.

Ms. Hades joins Veil and Hock before settling down with them and watching the rest of the teams "battle."

You know? Maybe this sleepover thing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

The night ended with tossed pillows on the ground, feathers everywhere, and a movie playing static on the TV as the gang fell asleep.

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itsyourstarboy · 2 years

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BANG

✨Cutie OC✨

Furthering my quest to draw my redacted listeners! Here we have Cutie, and though I’m still a little mad about his last video, I love him.

Also, I’m sure it’s pretty obvious by now, but all of my listener ocs are gnc icons lol. Otherwise they’d all be cishet and that’s boring /j

Info about him under the cut!

Behold my kidcore love child >:)

My Cutie is named Harper and uses he/him pronouns (big shocker at this point, I know)

He is, yes, you guessed it, trans

5’4”

❤️💙💛KIDCORE💛💙❤️

He wears whatever he wants, clothes don’t have gender ✋🙄

His closet is mostly comprised of multicolored articles of clothing

He definitely owns one of those multicolored Teddy Fresh hoodies.

He definitely got it in an XL, and Geordi definitely steals it sometimes.

Always a bottom, but not always a sub ;)))

Usually calm and reserved, but forever internally screaming

Can’t fight for shit, but can and will blackmail you

👽autism coded👽 (fight me, you won’t)

Very shy around new people; very open and loud with known people

He tends to be a bit of an open book, not exactly afraid of expressing himself

Not to mention he can hear everyone’s thoughts, so he doesn’t really worry about what people think of him. Besides he’ll just tell your wife you’re sleeping with her mom if you make him upset

He grew up with zero privacy, practically raised without shame.

“Did you just wipe your greasy hands off on your pants?”

“Ye”

He talks A LOT to fill in the dead air. If there is silence, he is FILLING IT

Only time he doesn’t talk is when others are speaking. He listens carefully to everything, spoken aloud or not.

Most of his brain is just other people’s thoughts to be honest.

40% cute (obviously); 30% affectionate; 30% horny

Don’t give him candy unless you’re prepared to put him on a leash.

This boy runs on skittles and energy drinks and sugar packets he steal from local coffee houses, which he then proceeds to practically snort throughout the day like its some sort of drug

He’s chaotic, okay?

His bloodstream is mostly composed of artificial flavors.

Kind of an over thinker, and his way to cope with that is to listen to someone else’s thoughts in favor of his own.

Geordi is his favorite channel to tune in to 👌

They’re both messes

He struggles to form relationships (he’s usually too closed off or too forward), so it’s a wonder he and Geordi ever made it this far

Geordi probably met him in a grocery store

He saw Harper contemplating if he should start eating the pack of Swedish fish he hadn’t paid for yet, and he was in love.

⚠️

CW: self harm mention

He has a problem of unconsciously hurting himself when he’s upset.

He won’t even realize after the fact, until Geordi starts freaking out because, “Jesus Christ you just slammed your arm against the corner of the wall and it’s already bruising”.

He also has OCD, which doesn’t help with his self harming tendencies.

Geordi once had to stop him from banging the left side of his head against the wall because only the right side had a headache.

When overwhelmed, he gets loud; like raised voice, fists hitting table, throwing something at the wall

Anything to overpower the noise in his head

On the basis of pet names, he usually just calls Geordi his name, but sometimes calls him “Pretty/Lover Boy” (and on rare occasion, “Punkin”)

He basically doesn’t sleep.

It’s like he’s battery operated or something, cause he could go without sleep for 42 straight hours and seem fine until he faceplants on his way to the couch

Because of this, he usually falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Caffeine can only do so much for ones tired body.

Though sometimes he’s able to stay awake and cuddle Geordi as they both drift to sleep, which leads to slurred conversations in his half-asleep state.

Which is when he starts calling Geordi “Punkin”

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dissociativediscourse · 2 years

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unfortunately i have come to the realization that i am possibly polyfragmented due to Recent Happenings and the fact that i learned a lot of my parts are actually just a bunch of fragments in a trenchcoat (like part a will have four or five fragments inside, part b will have one or two, some have none, then there's some subsystems that i absolutely have no access to at all and total blackout amnesia and it's just layers and layers of bullshit [insert tired emoji])

i cannot begin to count them all (it's impossible since a lot r so underdeveloped and just hold like one single thing almost like they're fragments or smth lol) but i am curious if u have anywhere to start in terms of like. find brain something other than split to do when only minor trauma happens so i can be a little more stable.

my therapist has not been good for me lately and im actively searching for a new one but it's taking a bit. i have a good psychiatrist but i just want to be able to try and help myself a little beyond just getting meds straight yk? and i look up to ur blog since ur well-read and stuff <3

sorry for anon just dont want to out myself as more traumatized than i seem bc Scary

also u definitely do not have to reply, ik u put a lot of time and work into writing and u may not have it atm!! ur very cool and i hope ur having a wonderful day

Hey, anon. I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to get to this. I have severe issues getting things done until it just Happens, sometimes and I hope you’re doing okay. I completely misremembered this ask as well and had come up with a plan to respond to it a certain way only to realize that, I don’t need to do any of that. Whoops.

Splitting happens often in polyfragmentation because the child begins to dissociate very young. Like, pre-mobility young. This can be from something like stressful things in the environment/yelling/really anything that would stress a baby to the point of triggering fight or flight. Which is a lot of shit. It does not always have to be from direct abuse.

The reason this is a factor is because at that time in a child’s life, they are unable to make use of any coping mechanism or response that is NOT dissociation, especially when they don’t receive appropriate comfort from a caregiver.

This effectively means that if you’re polyfragmented, your first and possibly only coping mechanism for a while is dissociation and therefore splitting. The best way to work to break this cycle is to develop new coping mechanisms and work to stabilize, whether that’s in therapy (recommended once you find a therapist that works. I would be up front and honest with any therapist you talk to— don’t want to end up with a therapist that doesn’t work for you. Trust me, it works wonders) or on your own.

This means CBT. This means DBT, sometimes. This means removing yourself from certain situations you know are stressful to you when you’re able, until you’re able to handle them. This means being extremely mindful of your behaviors and why they happen and how you can change them to be healthier, without getting down on yourself and spiraling. This means cutting out unhealthy patterns and unhealthy people and finding new things to do that can help you rather than hinder you.

Finding new coping mechanisms when it comes to something like dissociation isn’t really easy. At all. But it’s necessary to heal. It’s not something that happens fast, but it’s worth it. A great step towards this is grounding when you’re stressed and notice yourself starting to drift off, when your vision starts to get blurry or when you start to feel detached. This requires a lot of mindfulness and practice, which really mainly consists of paying attention to your behaviors without assigning any value to them. Just making sure that you know what you’re doing. It’s extremely important when it comes to trauma responses, and can be very revealing and help you to be the best you that you can be.

You can use whatever grounding technique you like, but a few of my favorites are:

Looking around the room you’re in and naming/talking about objects (out loud helps) and maybe even their stories and how they relate to you. Whatever comes naturally.

Remind yourself of the exact date and time. Year, month, day, time. Your location. That whatever has happened is not happening right now, and that you are in the present and safe.

Run your hands under ice cold water/feel something cold/shit, I have put ice cubes in my clothes before. I’ve stepped out into the snowy weather before. Sudden, severe temperature change can jolt you back to reality.

Splash cold water on your face. This actually triggers an instinct that humans have called the Plunge Response, and will force you to breathe deeply and a few other things that are amazing for grounding. It works.

Remember that meds are only part of the solution. You won’t get far with just medication, as it seems like you know. You need to first stabilize on your own and in therapy and develop healthy coping mechanisms, and then you’ll be able to process the traumas you’ve experienced safely. Without stabilization, this is unadvisable. I did trauma processing before stabilization when I was younger. It fucked me up. I split, certain alters became known to me that I wasn’t ready for, and I was stuck in that place for a long time. Be careful and don’t deep dive until you’re ready. The therapist you have needs to know how to treat complex trauma and stabilize you, and you need to work towards stabilization on your own as well.

I hope I explained everything well, and if you have any more questions at all or I left anything out that I might not have caught, please feel free to DM me or send another ask. I promise it won’t take nearly as long as this time. And again, I’m extremely sorry it did take this long. I hope you see this and are doing well!

#asks #polyfragmented #pf-did #polyfragmentation #dissociative identity disorder #did advice

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justsomeoneunordinary · 1 year

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Heb dini Fründ nöch bi dir, aber dini Feind no nöcher

This is the TobiIzu Body Swap fic for @foundersweek day 3 that I literally just posted on AO3—but this time in Swiss German.

Yes, fucking Swiss German. Look Idk what to say, a few days ago I realized just how many Germans are in this fandom and my Swiss brain instantly went into fight!!! mode, so somehow, my solution for that was to translate my own fucking fic I first wrote in English, which is not a native language for me at all, into my first language, which isn’t even a language but a fucking dialect. Because, obviously, my brain is cheese. (Not Emmentaler tho. Me and my homies all hate Emmentaler because we have actual taste, thank you very much.) (Yes, I’m a fully grown adult btw., in case anyone was wondering. I’m just very tired okay.) (Fuck, I spend too much time on Tumblr.) (Me? Abusing the usage of parentheses? More likely than you think.)

Anyways, the real fic in English is on AO3, this nonsense stays on Tumblr only because I might be insane but I’m not insane enough to upload this on AO3, nope. Also, I feel the need to point out that I practically pissed myself laughing writing this. It’s insane but it’s fucking hilarious, y’all can’t deny that.

If I remember right, someone posted a fic here in German and said “lern Deutsch” to which I manically grinning respond “lärn Schwizerdütsch”. Here’s your chance >:D (But under the cut, because it’s embarrassing lol)

S’Erste, wo de Izuna märkt, isch wie chli er würkli isch.

Also, sträng gno nöd s’Erste – s’Allererste, wo ihm uffallt, isch, dass er im falsche verfickte Chörper steckt. Aber das isch näbesächlich. Was im Momänt würklich zellt, isch, dass Izuna viel chliner isch als er dänkt kah hett.

Objektiv gseh hett er natürlich immer gwüsst kah, dass er kein bsunders grosse Mänsch isch. D’Uchiha im Allgemeine sind nöd mit ‘nem grosse Wachstumsschueb gsägnet, sind ener uf Schnälligkeit und Beweglichkeit usgleit, und Izuna isch zuefelligerwiis hald no chliner, als de durchschnittlichi Uchiha. Aber das isch okay und stört ihn überhaupt nöd, will sini Persönlichkeit sini fehlendi Grössi wieder wett macht.

Aber de Izuna hett sich no nie chli gfühlt kah. Sicher, er muss immer es bitzli ufe luege, wenn er mit de Senju chämpft, vu dene ihri Vorfahre en Baumgott oder so mal gfickt kah ha müend, um so lächerlich gross und massig gbaut z’sii (s’erchlärt au s’scheiss Mokuton), aber es isch ihm na nie so vor cho, als wär’s so en grosse Unterschied.

Aber wenn er jetzt so us Tobiramas Auge uf Izunas eigete Chörper abe luegt (über was er bemerkenswerterwiis nonig in Panik gratet (villicht isch das die chüeli Wasser-Natur wo ihn ruhig haltet, wer weiss? (Tobirama wahrschinlich, aber s’isch ja nöd so, als wenn er de Senju danach fröge wür)), wird ihm bewusst, wie zierlich er würkli isch.

«Was zum Tüfel hesch du mit däm Jutsu erreiche wölle, Senju?», kücht er, sini Stimm viel tüüfer als sust und falsch, falsch, falsch, so verdammt falsch.

De Izuna hett kei Ahnig, wie de Tobirama es immer gschafft hett, ihn während ihrer Chämpf ernst z’neh; Wenn Izuna jemals gäg en Erwachsene, wo wie e delikati Porzellanpuppe usgseht, kämpft kah hetti – denn genau eso gseht Izuna us Tobiramas Sicht us, was so en huere Scheiss isch (villicht sind es nur Tobiramas Auge, wo sich da irret, das isch durchus möglich) – hetti er sich vor Lache i’d Hose pisst und sin Gägner ohni Ändi verspottet, vielleicht wäri er sogar tötet worde, will er ihn unterschätzt kah hetti.

Aber de Izuna isch au no nie vorher in so ‘nere Situation gsi, er hett no nie uf en Erwachsene abe luege müesse, das isch einfach falsch. Vor allem, wil de Erwachsni, auf de er abeluegt, Tobirama i Izunas eigetem verdammte Chörper isch – oh hey, gseht so us, als öb d’Panik jetzte isetzt.

Tobirama macht en sürliche Gesichtsusdruck, wo uf Izunas schönem Gsicht überhaupt nöd guet usgseht. Izuna hett die üppigste Lippe i allne fünf Elementarnatione, sie sötted zu ‘nem herzige, unwiderstehliche Schmollmund gformt werde – nöd zu ‘nere dünne, hässliche Linie gprässt.

Tobirama murmled öpis, wo de Izuna nöd verstah chann, was sini Geduld no witer strapaziert. «Was hesch gseit?», bällt er und versuecht, en Schritt uf sin läbenslange Feind zuezagh, aber er fangt sich, bevor er über die z’langi Gliedmasse stolpered wie es neugeborenes Fohle und nöd wie en vollwertige Shinobi. En Momänt lang frögt sich de Izuna, öb de Tobirama au i andere Bereich so gross isch, und er chann nöd anderst, als a sim/Tobiramas Schritt abe z’luege und z’versueche, d’Grössi dur d’Chleidig dure z’rate, aber d’Hose isch z’wiit zum öpis gseh, und obwohl de Izuna en fantastische Spion isch – de beste i ihrem Clan sit langer Ziit – chann nöd emal er eifach mitte ufem Schlachtfäld en Blick i sini Hose werfe, ohni unbemerkt z’bliibe.

«Ich ha gseit, ich ha versuecht s’Gedankekontroll-Jutsu vu de Yamanaka nazbilde. Wie du gsesch, hett das nöd eso funktioniert, wie das hett sölle.»

Izuna macht sis/Tobiramas (das faat ah verwirrend z’werde) Mul uf in Unglaube, will: «Werum zum Tüfel würsch du probiere so es Jutsu ellei azwände? Es git en Grund, werum d’Yamanaka es im Champf isetzed, nur wenn sie en Nara und en Akimichi a ihrere Siite hend, du dumme Senju!» Oh wow, er tönt genauso wie sin nii-san, wenn er Izuna über sini Fähler belehrt. Vor allem, will er jetzt e tüüferi Stimm hett. Das isch… peinlich.

Tobiramas Gsicht verzieht sich und – das isch en Schmollmund. Genau eso gseht de Izuna us, wenn er schmolle tuet! Heiligi Scheisse, de Izuna hett gar nöd gwüsst kah, dass de Tobirama schmolle cha. Oder villicht isch er scho immer dezue i de Lag gsi, aber sini eigeni Gsichtsmuskle wüssed nöd, wie sie sich bewege sölled, und jetzt, wo er i Izunas Chörper steckt, chann er tatsächlich Gfühl zeige?

Das isch so chrank. Senju Tobirama, zwei Jahr elter weder er, es ächts Genie (was Izuna nur widerwillig zuegit), steckt i Izunas eigetem Chörper fest und schmollt, will er grad hett zuegeh müesse, dass sis Jutsu fehlgschlage isch. What the fuck.

Izuna sött ihn umbringe. Sie befindet sich immer no mitte imene Chrieg, Tobirama gesht im Momänt zimli verletzlich us (oder gseht Izuna villicht immer eso us? Nei, er cha unmöglich immer so erbärmlich usgseh kah ha, oder? Oder?!), was ihn zu eifacher Büte macht, und wenn Izuna debie au na wege dem Jutsu stirbt, denn sötts halt so sii. Im Chrieg müend sie alli Opfer bringe, und z’stärbe wär immer no s’bessere Ergäbnis, als für immer i dem Chörper festzstecke.

Aber wenn de Izuna sini eigeti Gstalt so aluegt, chann er sich nöd würkli dezue duredringe, es z’mache. Izuna isch eifach z’schön zum sterbe. Wie hett öpper jemals Izunas Gsicht chönne aluege und ihm de Tod wünsche? Sind doch alles Monster.

Usserdem chann er sich i dene zu lange Gliedmasse nöd bewege. S’isch nöd wie bi ‘nem Henge, wo d’Verwandlig uf e Illusion berueht – s’isch en ächte Chörper, und es isch de falschi. Mit jedre Sekunde, wo vergaht, hasst de Izuna d’Situation meh und meh. Erfinder wie de Tobirama sind viel z’fest druf konzentriert usezfinde, öb sie öpis mache chönd, bevor sie innehebed un sich fröged, öb sie es mache sötted. Izuna hett über sis Spionagenetz es paar ghuschti Wort über Wiederbelebig vu Tote ghört, aber er hett immer glaubet kah, dass es nur Grücht sind. Jetzt isch er ener dezue gneigt, sie für wahr z’halte, wenn mer bedänkt, dass de Tobirama tatsächlich versuecht kah hett, e verborgeni Technik z’kopiere (und es au fast gschafft hett, das Arschloch).

Er weiss nöd, wie viel Ziit vergaht, i dene sie sich immer na mürrisch ahstarred, beidi nöd gwillt, de ander ahzgriife, wobie de Izuna villicht namal i unagmässner Wiis probiert, Tobiramas Schwamzgrössi usezfinde (im Ernst, was bringts, so gross z’sii, wenn mer nöd au det guet usgtatted isch, wo’s druf achunnt? S’isch ja nöd eso, wie wänn de Izuna es persönlichs Inträsse dra hetti, näh. Im Chrieg isch alles erlaubt und wie das Sprichwort so seit – heb dini Fründe nöch bi dir, aber heb dini Feind no nöcher (zuegeh, so isch das Sprichwort wahrschinli nöd gmeint, aber de Izuna kännt sich mit schöne Wort nöd eso us wie sin nii-san, also…)), aber es vergaht gnueg Ziit, dass d’Chämpf um sie ume es bizli abflaued und ihri elteri Brüedere zu ihne eiled, beidi mit bsorgte Gsichtsusdrück, nur dass sie uf de falschi Brüeder zuegönd.

«Tob-»

«Chumm mir ja nöd nöcher!», kreischt Izuna, was us Tobiramas Mul chomisch tönt, hebt es Kunai drohend i de Hand und gaht sicherheitshalber es paar Schritt zrugg. Uf kein Fall wird er sich vu dem Baumhrin ahlange lah. Us sim periphere Blickfäld chann er gseh, wie Tobirama s’gliiche mitem Madara macht, was, wie Izuna weiss, sin Brüder wahrschinli no meh ufregt, wo nie ufhöre wird ihn z’bemuettere, egal wie alt er isch.

De schockierti, fast scho untröstlichi Gsichtsusdruck vum Baumhirn wür Izuna es schlächts Gwüsse mache, dass ers überhaupt anezauberet kah hett, wenns öpper anderst als de verdammti Senju Hashirama wäri, dem er niemals über de Wäg traue wür. Tobirama zeigt wenigstens ganz offe, dass er ihn töte will, Hashirama aber zieht i e Schlacht, schwäzt vu Friede und chämpft denn trotzdem gäg de Madara. Izuna chann en nöd usstah. Ganz und gar nöd.

«Otouto, was –»

«Ich bin nöd din Brüder», zischt de Izuna, während Tobirama im gliiche Momänt «Anija» rüeft, wodrufhii de Hashirama sofort misstrauisch d’Auge verängt, zu Tobirama i Izunas Chörper übere luegt, zrugg zu Izuna und luut usatmet.

«Oh, nei.» Mit gschwinde Schritt gaht er zum Tobirama übere, ignoriert Madara, wo sich ihm i de Wäg z’stelle probiert, und seit: «Tobirama.»

Oh-oh. Izuna kännt die Stimm. Es isch die Stimm vum grosse Brüeder, wo sin jüngere Brüeder belehrt, wo irgendöpis wahnsinnig verbockt hett, wo au de Madara scho s’eint oder ander Mal bi Izuna benutzt kah hett. Sogar de Izuna muss devor zruggschrecke, und er isch nöd de, wo grad gscholte wird.

«Was händ mir veribart ungtesteti Jutsu ufem Schlachtfäld izsetze?»

Die Art und Wiis, wie de Tobirama beschämt wäg luegt und uf de Lippe chätsched, isch genau die gliich zu dere au de Izuna neigt. Izuna hetti nie dänkt, dass jemals de Tag cho wür, wo er mit sim verfluechte Feind sympathisiert, und doch isch er jetzt da.

De Schlagabtusch macht, dass de Madara stah bliibt und ändlich zu Izuna übere luegt, wobie sini Auge Izuna praktisch durebohred.

«Izuna?», frögt er ungläubig.

Izuna winkt fräch mit de Hand und seit: «Wie laufts, Aniki?», um s’Ganze abzrunde. Madaras Auge sind churz devor, us de Höhle usezsrpinge, was, wenn de Izuna ehrlich isch, ziemlich lustig isch. Bsunders, will er jetzt uf de Madara abe luegt, was e ganz neui Erfahrig für ihn isch. Wenigstens isch Madara für en Uchiha untypisch bullig baut und gseht nöd us wie e zierlichi Puppe wie de Izuna. Werum sind alli elteri Brüdere immer grösser? Sogar Tobirama isch chliner als Hashirama, was i Abetracht sinre sowieso scho unmänschlicher Grossi lächerlich isch. S’isch nöd fair, d’elteri Brüder händ doch scho meh Privilegie, gopf.

«Was meinsch du mit achtefüfzig prozäntiger Chance uf Erfolg? Du weisch, dass das z’wenig isch!», übertreit Hashiramas hässigi Stimm zu ihne übere und laht sogar Madara bi dem Tonfall e Grimasse schniide. Tobirama hett d’Ärm trotzig verschränkt und schint nöd z’merke, dass er s’Sharningan aktiviert hett, i das de Hashirama ohni mit de Wimpere z’zucke ine lueget.

«Hashirama, bring din Dämonbrüder dezue, s’Jutsu uf de Stell rückgängig z’mache», rüeft Madara übere.

«Und du glaubsch nöd, dass ich das scho längst gmacht kah hetti, wenn ich wüssti wie, Uchiha?» – Izuna gfallts ganz und gar nöd, wie sin Clansname wie e Beleidigung us sim eigete Mul usegschlüdered wird – «Jetzt gesehn ich, dass die ganze Haar nur dezue da sind, um vom fählende Hirni abzlänke.»

Madara strübt sich sofort wie es Stachelschwii. «Du –»

«Tobirama!»

Izuna sött sich wahrschinlich im Name vu sim Brüeder beleidigt fühle, und das tuet er au, aber leider tuet er au schnaube. Ganz luut. Was ihm es empörts Luftschnappe vu Madara ihbringt.

«Was? Das isch lustig gsi, okay?!», versuecht er sich schlächt z’verteidige.

«Ich chann nöd glaube, dass mir uf die Wiis ändlich zu dem Waffestillstand chömmed, de ich scho so lang gforderet han. Villicht sött ich dir danke, otouto.»

«Wär hett irgendöppis vu nem Waffestillstand gseit?!»

«Madara, min alte Kolleg…»

«Nänn mich nöd eso!»

«… wie sölled mir denn zu üserem Clan-Lager zruggkhere, wenn üsi Brüdere no immer im Chörper vum andere stecked?»

Das bringt Madara sofort zum schwiige und laht Izuna, wo am Madara grad hett welle säge, dass er dem Senju nöd vertraue sötti, s’Mul mit ‘nem höhrbare Klick schlüsse. Verdammt, s’Baumhirn hett nöd ganz Unrächt.

«Anija», faat de Tobirama ah, nur zum denn inne z’hebe und d’Stirn z’runzle, d’Hand ufem Buch und – oh, nei. Nei, nei, nei, nöd vor Madara, bitte – «Du hesch es Piercing?», frögt er überrascht und fast scho bitz neugierig, d’Auge uf Izuna grichted. Ah, scheisse.

Madara drült sin Chopf lutstarch zu Izuna. «Izuna, ich han der doch gseit, du söttsch der das Buchpiercing nöd stäche lah!»

De Tag chönnt würkli nöd no schlmimmer meh werde. Es wär schön, wenn sich de Bode öffne und ihn jede Moment verschlucke chönnti, merci. «Okay, erstens bin ich erwachse, und zweitens hend hützutags alli Fraue in Kaze no Kuni en Buchnabelring, das isch es ganz normales Accessoire –»

«Du bisch weder en Windshinobi, no e Frau!»

«Aso, das isch sexistisch.»

«Du Goof, wie verfickt no eis chann das sex-»

«So amüsant üches chlises Brüedergezänk au isch», unterbricht Hashirama ihre Striit ruhig, aber bestimmt, sis Chakra mächtig gnueg, zum sogar Madara zum Schwiige z’bringe, «ich wür mich lieber uf e Lösig für die Situation konzentriere, i dere sich Tobirama und Izuna grad befindet.»

Für en Momänt gseht Madara so us, als wür er Hashirama widerspräche wölle, doch denn holt er tüüf Luft, richtet sich uf, gseht wieder wie es gfasstes Clanoberhupt us und git es bejahend, aber zögernds «Hn» vu sich.

«Guet. Also, das isch wo ich…»

Izuna lost nöd ane, sini Auge sind uf Tobirama grichtet, wo viel interessanter isch und… «Hör uf mit mim Buchring z’spiele, du Idiot!»

Tobirama versteck sofort sini Hand und versuecht, en unschuldige Gsichtsusdruck ufzsetze (was mit Izunas Gsicht zimli guet funktioniert), wie wänn de Izuna ihn nöd grad wortwörtlich erwischt kah hetti. «Es länkt ab», murmlet er und wagt es, Izunas Wälpeblick gäg sich sälber ahzwände.

«Mhm, es isch au e erogeni –» Zone chann er nümme fertig säge, will bevor er überhaupt reagiere chann, spriessed Ranke plötzlich usem Bode, wo Izuna fest umschlinget, ihn chnäblet und ihn uf die Wiis effektiv zum Schwiige bringed. Anstatt sich z’verchrampfe, reagiert Tobiramas Chörper instinktiv entspannt, was ihm zeigt, dass das nöd s’erste Mal passiert isch und dass sin Chörper glärnt hett, sich so z’verhalte, dass die Situation für ihn so wenig unagnähm wie möglich wird. Izuna macht s’gliiche, wenn er sin Chörper automatisch mit sim fürige Chakra ufheizt, bevor er ufs Wasser trifft, wenn de Madara ihn i de Koiteich wirft. Dur das Jutsu-Missgschick lärnt de Izuna meh über Tobirama, als er je hett wüsse wölle. Vor allem, dass sie sich für sin Gschmack viel z’ähnlich sind.

Als er sin Blick überegleite laht, findet er Tobirama im genau gliche Griff, sis ganze Wese strahlt puuri Irritation us, will er, genau wie Izuna, nöd i de Lag isch, sich usem Griff vum Mokuton z’befreie.

«Wenn mer bedänkt, dass ihr üch das Schlamassel sälber ibrockt hend, sötted ihr villicht ufhöre, üch wie Chinder z’striite und stattdesse üchi Energie uf’s eigentliche Problem verwände.»

Was zum Tüfel, warum wird de Izuna mit ‘em Tobirama i ‘en Topf gworfe?! Er hett doch gar nüt gmacht, das isch alles Tobiramas Schuld! Hässig probiert er, sich gäg die Fessle z’wehere, schüttled und träted, als – oh. Oh, okay. Gseht ganz danach us, als öb de Tobirama doch i allne Bereich vu sim Chörper gross gwachse isch. Was für en Glückspilz. De Izuna wird definitiv spöter mit dem spiele, um agmässenes Verhalte chümmered er sich nümme meh. Solang er i Tobiramas Chörper steckt, ghört er ihm, und er cha demit mache, was er will. (Und nei, er hett no nie füchti Träum devo kah, absolut nöd.)

Sobald er ufhört, sich z’winde, züched d’Ranke sich wieder zrugg und lönd ihn sanft zum Bode sinke. Izuna grunzt nur i Baumhirns Richtig, seit aber nüt, will er nöd nomal i so en Griff grate will, merci, aber eimal isch gnueg gsi. Sogar Madara gseht beeidruckt us vu Hashirama’s festem Griff, was so peinlich isch, riss dich gfälligst zämme, nii-san.

«Gsehnd er, das isch do gar nöd so schwer, gäll?» De Maa hett keis Rächt druf, so freudestrahlend und unschuldig z’lächle, als hetti er Izuna nöd grad i nem feste Griff kah, wo ihn mit ere einzig Fingerbewegig uf de Stell hetti töte chönne.

«Ich wär dir dankbar, wänn du mim Brüeder nöd namal drohe würsch, Senju», chunnt Madara ändlich zur Izunas Rettig, wenn au scho z’spaat.

«Und ich würs begrüesse, wänn din Brüeder sich uf d’Situation konzentriere wür und nöd uf irendöpis anderes», schüsst s’Baumhirn zrugg und lächled unbewegt, während um ihn ume lächerlichi, farbigi Blueme spriessed, als wänn er en Waldgeist wäri.

«Hmpf.» Und schwupps – de Muet isch wieder wägg. Villicht sötti Izuna de Madara mal i de Koiteich wärfe – er hett jetzt sogar de Chörper, zum’s durezieh.

«Perfäkt. Ich bin so froh, dass mir jetzt ändlich Friede zwüsched üsne Clans schlüsse chönnd. Tobirama, ich nimm ah, du hesch Notize zu dem Jutsu i dim Labor?»

Tobirama grunzt (Izuna will, dass er ufhört, sis schöne Gsicht so z’missbruche), antwortet aber pflichtbewusst: «Ja, Anija.»

«Guet. Ich wird Touka bitte, üsi Truppe zum Gländ zrugg bringe z’lah, und ich nimm ah, du wirsch au öpper ernänne, wo sich mit üchne Chämpfer zruggzieht, Madara?»

Was für en huere Schissdräck. Madara, anstatt Izuna nach dem absolute Desaster vu nem Champf wenigstens z’umarme (was, okay, fair isch, er treit grad s’Gsicht vum Feind, ganz zu schweige devo, dass er viel grösser isch, als er sii sötti, und das muss rächt erschreckend sii – aber trotzdem), wändet sich Hashirama zue, um ihri nögst Plän z’bespräche, also macht Izuna s’einzig Logische; er rückt nöcher a Tobirama ane. De weicht überraschenderwiis nöd zruggt, beäugt Izuna aber misstrauisch.

So sehr sich Tobirama au bemüeht, stoisch z’würke, Izuna hett genau gseh, wo sini Hand vor ‘ere Sekunde no gsi isch. Also grinst er uf sis eigete Gsicht abe, läckt sich über d’Lippe und süslet i nem tüüfe, heisere Ton (wo Izuna sälber z’schaffe macht, wow – wenn Tobirama de Tonfall jemals im Champf benutzt hetti, wär Izuna uf de Stell gstorbe): «Weisch, wenn a dem Ring es bitzli nach obe ziehsch –»

Ehe er sich’s vergseht, wicklet sich d’Mokuton-Ranke nomal um ihn und sis Mul – aber nöd, bevor er gseht, wie de helli Teint vu sim Chörper vu ‘ere schöne Röti überno wird, Tobirama es Hitzgi usestossed und d’Auge wiit ufrisst, was die ganz Tortur absolut lohnenswert macht.

Ja, Izuna wird de spezifischi Feind uf jede Fall vil nöcher bi sich palte.

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