#I'm mostly afraid of reactions because this is like so not me to write such fiction

[lil-melody-moon]

Okay so I thought and thought and thought about writing a chapter by chapter "Tommy" fic and I gotta say I've decided to write it.

I wrote the base for the plot, it still seems solid to me, I wrote a "test" fragment to see if the third narration fits, if the setting is weird enough, if a certain bond is strong enough to make changes and I dare to say I probably worked so hard on it, that it is - I have this idea since November 2023 so a lot of time.

So, without further ado, what I wanna write is this: "Tommy" fic that focuses on an uncle x niece trope (so basically Uncle Ernie x Me fic - yes, that will be a self-insert), but in a way that there will be a bond between them. I have this whole idea of me being the unwanted daughter of Nora and Frank (giving Tommy a loving sister in the process) who finds the parental love in Uncle Ernie's arms, but the bond I'll create with him as a child will actually have a side effect that will resolve in Uncle Ernie falling in love with me at a very young age and with me falling in love with Uncle Ernie once I grow up enough to realize that perhaps I see him more than a parental figure.

Can't say much more, but this is what the whole idea is based off. I also want to see if there will be any interest in reading this kind of fic so that's why this post exists and that's why I've decided to share the "test" fragment I wrote. It generally shows what atmosphere this fic will have, how I see the situation unfolding. It might appear in the fic in a changed form. It's down below, under "read more" so if you're interest, go ahead and read it and I hope you enjoy it <3

Tagging the ones who were interested from the get go and the ones who were liking the posts where I've mentioned this fic - I read it as in that you're interested, don't feel forced to read what's in the "read more" section:

@jimmysdragonsuit13 @radioroger @ennals @burn-on-the-flame @fiammee @minty-playhouse @dzdndcnfsd @littlemissheavenonearth

The frustration was getting to him, his beloved alcohol not helping much anymore, the image of his niece burned into his mind without any way to erase it. She's looking at him with that sweet smile on her face, so happy to see him, calling him uncle in that innocent and full of adoration voice of hers that is driving him insane… The empty pint hit the hard table at the bar, Uncle Ernie muttering curses under his breath, while Frank was observing him cautiously.

"Ernie" Frank mumbled, more drunk than his friend, but that was normal. He could never outdrink him. "What's going on?"

"A woman is stuck in my mind." He didn't look at Frank, he didn't have to. "It's starting to piss me off…"

Frank's grin was as big as never before. "Did you, perhaps, fall in love, you old fool?" The idea of that was laughable to Frank, but what he heard next made him change his mind.

"I fucking did." The silence after that was heavy. Frank cleared his throat, not believing in what he was hearing.

"You're too drunk" he concluded, drinking the rest of his beer. "You've never treated a woman like she's deserving to be treated, I doubt you even know what love is. As far as I can tell, I would call it lust not love-"

"I couldn't even bring myself to touch her." Uncle Ernie spat out, hitting the table with his dirty fingers. Frank blinked in disbelief. "If it was lust, I would fuck her years ago. And now as it is…" A short, high laugh escaped his throat. He didn't finish the sentence, but he knew exactly what would happen if he had a chance. My tiny sweet wouldn't survive it, he thought, creepy smile appearing on his face at the thought of his niece crying and whimpering beneath him as his cock is buried deep inside her. Shivers run down his spine, not to mention that he got hard at the idea, a visible bump forming on his pants.

"That woman has to be a witch" Frank commented, shaking his head, to which Uncle Ernie laughed. He suddenly turned to Frank with insanity in his eyes.

"She's a beautiful angel!" he announced as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. "Curly, light green eyed, chubby beauty who you've handed to me since she was a little girl!"

Frank needed a while to connect dots, when he did, he suddenly felt sober again. "Are you…" Frank's voice ceased to exist when the person Uncle Ernie described appeared in his mind. "Are you talking about my Caroline?"

"She's not yours" Uncle Ernie corrected him. "She never was, you've never loved her." He pointed an accusatory finger at Frank. "She only calls you her dad because she has to, because she's your offspring."

Any father would get mad upon hearing this revelation, upon knowing that his own friend fell in love with his daughter, but not Frank. He actually smirked. "You are right about that. Caroline was always a bother to me."

Uncle Ernie laughed upon hearing it, he knew he was right. He was the one Caroline called dad when she was little and who she still treated like one. "She feels that, you know?"

"She told you?" Frank asked out of sheer curiosity. A plan was slowly forming in his mind.

Uncle Ernie nodded. "Plenty of times."

"How can you know it didn't change?" Frank put another question out. Uncle Ernie lifted an eyebrow. "Caroline's been avoiding you and here you are, thirsting for her like a dog."

"She called me two days ago" Uncle Ernie explained, calming down a little bit. Back at his home, he almost fell while hearing her voice on the other side. "She was crying, apologizing to me, asking if we could meet."

"Did you decline the offer?" Frank had to hold himself to not burst out laughing at the way Uncle Ernie glared at him, offended.

"I accepted. There was a reason why I was at your house yesterday" he explained, still regretting that nothing had happened. That one kiss wasn't enough.

"Then I'll have good news for you!" Frank exclaimed, taking Uncle Ernie aback. "You might have a chance to visit her and live with her for a few days." Upon seeing Uncle Ernie's confused expression, Frank started explaining: "I'm planning to go on holidays with Nora. I was about to leave Tommy with Caroline, she can take care of him well, but we can take him with us, just to leave her to you."

Uncle Ernie quickly caught up with Frank's way of thinking. "Are you giving her to me?"

Frank smiled widely. "If she's so eager to go to you then I can allow that."

I might finally get rid of her, Frank thought.

I might finally get her for myself, Uncle Ernie thought, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "When are you planning to go?" Was his next question.

"In a month" Frank answered.

"Enough to get close to her" Uncle Ernie mumbled, laughing to himself, already feeling excited. The only question left was if he was able to hold himself for another month.

#I'm feeling anxious and excited at the same time #I'm mostly afraid of reactions because this is like so not me to write such fiction #but eh #I only have this one life so I might roll with everything as well #I will reblog it a few times I don't wanna this to disappear somewhere #the only problem is the platform I'll publish this on #but I think I'll stick to AO3 #fic corner

[dracosdarlingg]

Slytherin boys reaction to your detention with professor Umbridge

Warnings for slight torture description

Professor Umbridge made it clear that you had to raise your hand before you spoke in her class, and you kept forgetting (but only because most of your other professors didn’t care whether you raised your hand or not) after her 4th time reminding you she decided that detention is what you needed. Once it was time she asked you to write lines that stated I must raise my hand before I speak in class over 100 times with her special quill…

Draco

You couldn't get out of that classroom fast enough, the pain and humiliation you felt (for crying in front of a professor, who wasn't even sympathetic either, just claimed you deserved it!) was too overwhelming. Draco already knew something was wrong, he could always tell when you're not yourself. "What happened love?" he carefully asked. You, being too afraid of bursting into tears if you tried to speak even though silent tears rolled down your face anyway, showed Draco your hand. "Fucking Umbridge, I'm going to kill her!" Draco was so mad that she did this to you, and all he wished to do was make her pay. "Draco, please, it hurts and I'm tired" you sighed, feeling defeated. "aw love, c'mere" Draco held his arms out for you to crush into.

Mattheo

The both of you had landed yourselves in detention, Mattheo landed himself cleaning the boys lavatory as he was caught smoking by professor Flitwick. You on the other hand landed yourself in detention with the school's most feared professor. Mattheo finished first and when he walked back to the common room he was shocked to not find you there. So he decided to wait outside of the dada classroom, you walked out 10 minutes later cradling your hand and trying your best not to cry. "Why are you holding your hand like that darling?" he mused, clearly confirming that he's never had detention with Umbridge before. "My hand hurts is all, should be fine by tomorrow" you tried to brush it off but Mattheo was having none of that, he grabbed your hand and was seething. He wanted to give Umbridge a piece of his mind but you told him not to as it would only land him in trouble too. He instead opted for watching the fire and having cuddles.

Blaise

You didn't want Blaise to know, it was just a silly little wound that would heal up by tomorrow anyway. Putting some gloves on just incase he saw your hand before walking to dinner. "Why are you wearing gloves baby? it's so hot in here" Blaise claimed, a confused look on his face. Fuck, maybe this wasn't a good plan. "Oh really, I'm quite cold" you lied as best as you could, but Blaise wasn't buying it, and neither did Theodore as he chimed in too also wondering why you were wearing gloves. "Show me your hands" Blaise bluntly asked, even more concerned. "Just eat Blaise" "show me your hands now!" you sighed, you could no longer avoid it. Taking off the gloves, you showed Blaise who gasped. "Baby, why didn't you show me earlier!" he brought you into his arms, and you silently cried being suddenly so overcome with emotion. "I'll talk to Snape tomorrow."

Theodore

You rushed out of the classroom the second Umbridge said you could, wanting to get as far away from her as possible. Theodore was chatting with his friends by the fire when you basically ran into his arms sobbing. "Oh love, whats the matter?" he soothingly ran one of his hands through your hair, his friends held a concerned look. "Dude, look at her hand" Draco urged, pointing to it. So thats what Theodore did, anger flashed across his face when doing so. "Did Umbridge do this to you?" he asked once you managed to calm down. "She said I deserved it, but all I did was forget to raise my hand!" you were getting angry yourself. "No one deserves to be tortured love, please don't let her words get to you" His friends kindly left, letting you have your privacy as he cuddled you and thought of ways to fix the situation.

Lorenzo

It was late at night, mostly everyone had gone to bed, everyone except for Lorenzo. He knew you had detention and he wanted to wait up for you, unfortunately he fell asleep in front of the fire. Lorenzo awoke to the sounds of quiet sniffling, you had returned and Immediately sought comfort in your boyfriends arms. "What happened baby? can you look at me?" he cupped your face in his hands, frowning as small tears fell down your face. "Umbridge asked me to write lines..." you whispered, not trusting your voice. Lorenzo didn't need to hear anymore, the anger evident on his face. "I'm getting that bitch fired tomorrow. well technically I'll ask Snape too" this made you chuckle, and snuggle further into him, falling asleep while the burnt amber dies down.

Tom

You didn't want Tom to know, being the loose canon that he was you were unsure of Umbridges wellbeing if Tom knew. By loose canon you meant Tom would kill for you, and he has killed for you. You tried your best hide your hands, but Tom wasn't an idiot. "You had detention with Umbridge" he stated, in a rare moment when he allowed you to cuddle, figuring that it was ease you in your current state. "How?" you asked, kinda dumbfounded he already knew. "I've already had her fired, so she can't do this to you ever again" Tom explained, and you smiled. "Aw, I'd thought you may have killed her" "Oh trust me I want to, but then I would be away from the only person who makes life tolerable." "me?" "if you make me say it I won't hesitate to hex you."

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys react #detention with umbridge #draco malfoy #tom riddle #mattheo riddle #theodore nott #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire

[mins-fins]

ZB1 REACTIONS TO YOU IN A SLASHER MOVIE

PAIRING . . . zerobaseone x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, crack, comedy (i guess??)

WARNINGS . . . mentions of murder, but that's it!

WORD COUNT . . . 665

NOTES . . . okay so the request kinda confused me, i don't know if the anon wanted an imagine or headcanons but i did headcanons because it seemed to make more sense. i really love slasher movies btw, if this seems out of character, don't insult me, also i write "you" but the anon did say male reader in their request so..

kim jiwoong

jiwoong is proud

impressed by your acting and by the movie

he shows it more in his facial expressions more than with his words though

and he's also like; "THATS YOU!?"

but not in the surprised way

in the impressed way

he's just super proud

"you made a good killer yn", "that's a very questionable compliment but thank you!"

zhang hao

oh he's impressed

impressed but also scared

like you can act like that???

you looked scary and your expressions lowkey freaked him out

"good lord you have the ability to look like an actual psychopath"

your acting scares him

and he already doesn't like scary movies

"oh my god your scary", "i'll take that as a compliment thank you hao hyung!"

sung hanbin

hanbin is a mix of surprised, impressed, and lightly scared

like whilst he's watching the movie he kinda has to rub his eyes

like that's you??? it's like he can't even recognize you!!

"oh my god yn you look crazy, how do you do it??"

he's also impressed because your such a good actor??

"how do you do it? i'm so impressed", "um.. well— i act!"

seok matthew

oh my god matthew is stunned

stunned in a good way though

he asks you so many questions

like "how the hell did you play a killer so well? have you murdered someone before?"

after you star in that movie he looks at you suspiciously for a whole week

will literally stare at you like 🤨

"i'm watching you yn", "but i didn't even do anything?", "you psycho"

kim taerae

you now intimidate him more than anything

like you intimidated him a little bit before because you were such a good actor but now the intimidation levels have raised

like watching you in that movie made him lowkey scared of you

"jesus you look crazy, are you enjoying this or something?"

he just stares at the screen in shock, with his jaw dropped

"you like.. kinda scare me now", "please! it's not like any of that was real!", "you never know yn"

ricky shen

oh he's impressed

ricky is like jiwoong's biggest fan (he probably watched his dramas/hj) so when he saw you star in a slasher movie he was like; 🙀

just watches the movie in silent shock

he fan-girls(boys?) over you so much after watching that movie

i imagine ricky is the kind of person who gets so excited about something he can't properly ask about it

"your weirdly cool playing a slasher", "thanks for the compliment?"

kim gyuvin

he's like ricky but 100x more fangirl

he thinks your the coolest person ever after starring in a slasher movie

he's actually so impressed it's crazy

shakes in excitement the entire movie because your literally so cool to him

"YOU DID SO WELL!? OH MY GOD TEACH ME HOW TO ACT LIKE THAT PLEASE!?"

but gyuvin's also a little shit so he'll mimic your lines from the movie to annoy the hell out of you

park gunwook

he's so impressed

like his jaw is on the floor the whole time he watches the movie

he thinks your role was so cool omg

gunwook is so giddy he asks you so many questions about it

he both analyzes the movie and your character whilst basically interrogating you about it

"the movie was so cool, i liked the way your character acted and his motives, and the way his storyline was executed—" and you just laugh as he rambles

han yujin

in a weird way yujin is interested

like i imagine yujin isn't the biggest fan of thrillers or slasher movies at all but he probably loves your character

mostly because it's you though

he's just like gunwook, he'll ask a lot of questions in the most giddy way ever

he kinda does get afraid watching the movie

like he does a double take because he actually can't believe that's actually you

"tell me your not actually a serial killer", "well you'd never know would you?", "…WHAT!?"

#zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zb1 reactions #zb1 drabbles #zb1 fics #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[lynnsquared]

In My Dreams || stepsis!Yves x f!Reader

an : so i'm sorta kinda taking a little break rn but i didn't want to just post nothing this month.. 😭🙏 this little fic is just me trying to branch out and write things i'm not exactly used to, i guess!! plz enjoy (to everyone who has sent in requests please understand i see them and i will work soon.. life has been kind of messy and im sure if ur a student u will understand the stress at this time of year so plz just.. know that i will get to you soon and that i am not ignoring you)

cw : stepcest (duh), wet dreams, somnophilia, dubcon??, scissoring, uhhh i'm not sure 😭 both yves and reader and pervs but focuses mostly on yves sooo, not proofread, kind of shitty bec i've never written somno or dubcon or anything with a plot like this so this is more like a warm up round

wc : 1.6k

A string of soft moans left your mouth at the feeling of Sooyoung's gentle hands fondling your breasts. Her nimble fingers grazed over your nipples as she bit down slightly on your neck. When you winced at the feeling of her teeth sinking into your skin, Sooyoung hushed you.

"You need to be quiet, sweet thing. Mom and Dad might hear you."

In response, you attempted to keep your lips sealed tight. You tried to keep everything in while you shivered from your stepsister's affectionate touch. You could feel the damp spot in your panties becoming more and more obnoxious as it got wetter. Sooyoung seemed to be preoccupied with your tits, so the most you could do to soothe yourself was press your thighs together and let a few quiet, needy whines slip from your throat. She noticed immediately.

"Aw, you're already so excited. You wanted big sis to touch you so bad, right?"

You nodded eagerly. Sooyoung's eyes were hungry and almost predatory as a smirk formed on her lips. One hand snuck off of your breast and down to your panties, feeling your erect clit through the fabric. She rubbed delicate circles and cooed. She knew you were wet, but the extent to which you were was slightly shocking.

"Needy girl, you're soaking.."

Sooyoung chuckled before she pushed your panties to the side and effortlessly dipped her middle finger into your cunt. A sharp moan fell from you as her finger caught you off guard, the sudden contact feeling unexpected but satisfactory nonetheless. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth to make sure your parents wouldn't hear and tightly gripped onto her shoulder with the other. Before you knew it, Sooyoung's thumb found its way to your clit, and she was-

-Awoken abruptly. Tonight was the third night this week that Sooyoung had a wet dream about you, her younger stepsister. These dreams started a few months after your parents got married. At first, she felt so much shame, but now they'd just become a part of her life. You found Sooyoung odd because she rarely spoke to you, but this shame was the reason behind that. She could barely stand facing you, so the idea of talking to you was infinitely more horrifying. She was afraid of these desires. She was worried about her ability to control herself around you, so she closed you out entirely. It's been an awkward few months living with her since then, but she assumed this was for the best.

She sighed as she woke up, shaking and sweaty. She slept in only her tank top and panties, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs when they pressed together as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes, switched her light on, and looked at the mattress. There was a stain from her slick. She cursed under her breath and scratched her head. This was the most intense reaction her body had after a wet dream.

She felt a little shame, but she couldn't shake the feeling of arousal. She sat up, stretched, and checked the time on the clock on her dresser. It was 11:30. That was late, but not late enough for you to be asleep. The thought of you being awake now turned her on for some reason. She was uncontrollably wet, and it only got worse with the sudden urge to go into your room and beg for help. 

With shaky legs, Sooyoung stood up and moved towards your room as quietly as possible. She turned the knob to your door and gradually pushed it open. When she noticed your lamp was still on, she opened it faster, assuming you were awake. She stepped in, turned around, and shut the door before analyzing her surroundings. She immediately noticed that while your lamp was on, its light was dim, and you were asleep on your bed. 

As perverted as it sounds, your sleeping face turned her on.

It turned her on a lot.

No amount of guilt she felt could've surpassed her desire. Her guilt wasn't even apparent when she crawled into your bed. She stared at your sleeping face and flushed. You were so pretty when you slept. She couldn't help but let her hands wander past the band of her panties. She started to touch herself softly, coming in contact with the immense amount of slick she'd produced in her sleep. When her fingers grazed over her clit, a sharp but still quiet moan escaped her throat. She analyzed every detail of your face. She could tell you were in a deep sleep. 

That's when something hit her. You were the deepest sleeper she'd ever seen. She recalled a few months ago when you'd watched a movie with your parents. You fell asleep on the couch after 30 minutes and stayed there until morning. She remembered being shocked when you didn't stir in the slightest, as the movie was incredibly loud. Your inability to be disturbed when you slept gave her an idea. 

Slowly, Sooyoung sat up. She removed her hand from her underwear and flipped you onto your back, looking for any signs of disturbance before continuing. When she was confident you were undisturbed, she pulled off your shorts, leaving you in your panties. She faintly blushed when she saw them. She almost snapped back to reality and realized how perverted she was acting, but she couldn't stop herself.

She took off her panties, then yours, biting her lip when she revealed your crotch in its entirety. Looking at your face again for discomfort, she lifted your legs and spread them slowly. When she got you to a position she believed would be the most comfortable, her desire consumed her again. She placed her clit against yours and bit her lip. Your eyebrows kneaded together, a quiet groan coming from your throat. Sooyoung, as worried as she was about you waking up, couldn't hear you. She was lost in her pleasure as a string of drool fell down her chin. 

Just sitting with your clits pressed together eventually wasn't enough for her. She started to hump your pussy in a slow rhythm, holding back a whine with every movement. She was desperate to get off and even more desperate to feel your body against hers. She couldn't help but go faster, her lewd behavior fueled by the feeling of your cunt pulsing against hers. You liked it. You liked her... Even if you didn't know it.

Sooyoung was eventually unable to hold back her noises. She picked up her pace and panted, the occasional grunt slipping out as propping one of your legs up to deepen the contact between your folds and hers. She threw her head back and sighed, coming closer and closer to her orgasm. The room was silent, except for the subtle slap of your thighs and her grunting. That was until the silence broke unexpectedly. 

You shifted a bit before groggily opening your eyes. You were immediately alarmed when you realized you were naked from the waist down, and even more so when you felt your stepsister rubbing your clits together and moaning like a fool. She didn't notice you woke up until you spoke softly. "S-Sooyoung..?"

With that, her movements didn't cease but slowed. She looked down at you with wide eyes and a flushed face. She was so horny she couldn't bring herself to stop or even acknowledge how you might've felt. She just placed one palm over your mouth frantically and hushed you. "S-sis, shh.. It's ok, it's just me.."

You whined, partly because of discomfort but also because it was impossible not to when her erect clit hit yours. You would be lying if you said you'd never fantasized about her as well, and you were too tired to tell her to stop. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn't have been so afraid. 

Sooyoung spoke as she removed her hand from your mouth, placing it back where it had been before as she sped up again. "I-I'm close, let me finish... Let me finish, and I'll go away.."

As she continued, you started to enjoy the feeling of her body on yours. Moans and pleas for more fell from your throat as you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm as well. Sooyoung huffed before she winced sharply and ceased her humping. Her cunt twitched as she pressed it tightly to yours, a layer of cum coating your pussy before you came as well. You came shockingly fast, but she'd been stimulating you for as long as you were stimulating her. It was only so shocking because you woke up in the middle of it.

Sooyoung was a little surprised when you gave in and came. She expected you to be afraid and push her away, but you didn't. You had the same reaction as she did. She was ecstatic.

Instead of leaving like she said she would, she flopped over next to you and panted, pulling her panties back on. She looked at you with her slightly teary eyes and spoke softly. "I'm sorry, sis.." 

"No, don't apologize.." You muttered, your face flushing as she stared at you. "It's fine... I just have to process that." 

Sooyoung fell quiet as your words fell on her ears. You really didn't mind that? What a dream come true. Silently, she clung to your side tightly and let her eyes flutter shut. She grew drowsy again as you sighed, but she didn't expect you to speak again. "We have to talk about this tomorrow, though." 

She nodded, agreeing to talk with you. She nuzzled as close as she could and let herself drift off, you following her into sleep shortly after. It was more than obvious that it didn't matter how much you tried to satisfy each other. No matter what, you would keep meeting Sooyoung in her dreams and making her crave things she never knew she needed.

#lynn's fics #loona x reader #loona x fem reader #loona smut #yves x reader #yves x fem reader #ha sooyoung x reader #ha sooyoung x fem reader #girl group smut #gxg smut #well. #sorta kinda

[fernshawart]

Prompts to develop a cane user character

Hey there ! You may know me for this post, how to write a cane user character :

Over the past year, this post has gathered quite a lot of traction and people seemed to really enjoy it, and I thought I could do more to help all of my writer friends out there ! This time, I decided to give you a bunch of situations a cane user may face to give you some directions to go with your story, and a few exemples to add-on to the idea !

These are overall very focused on young cane users because that's what I am, but I feel like they can mostly be used for characters of all ages.

The character just got their cane. How do they react to it ? The way someone first reacts to getting a cane can say a lot about them. Exemples :

- They don't see it as a big deal, mostly like yet another test to see if something may work. It's kinda like swallowing a pill when you're sick and thinking "here goes nothing". After that, you can also develop on them being very pleasantly surprised that it worked or to stay with the nonchalant style, make them think "oh. It actually worked. Guess I'll be using that from now on"

- They get uncomfortable. They don't want to be seen as weak and look at them using a cane as a kind of failure to be normal. They may even refuse to use it despite clearly needing it out of pride.

- They get extremely excited and immediately try to make it THEIR cane. If it's a metal cane, they play around with the sliding part and move it around a bunch to see how it works. They may try to play with it like a sword to get used to having it in hand (and may even accidentally break stuff with it). If they like colorful outfits, they may doodle on it or add a bunch of stickers/charms to it.

- They take it in front of a mirror and try to pose with it to fully comprehend that this is them now. They can struggle with their vision of themselves because seeing this weird stick always with them now is really weird. But on the other hand, you can also make them try a bunch of poses and have them think "wait ... This is actually really cool. I love how I look now"

See how they react to other people's looks. If a character has a cane, especially when they're young, they're bound to get weird looks. There's always someone looking at you obviously thinking "Why the hell are they using a cane, they probably don't need it" or "Oh no, poor them, they don't deserve to be in so much pain..." What's their reaction to it ? Exemples :

- They get angry. They confront the people staring at them with a "what are you lookin' at, fucker ?!" or just glare at them. They do NOT want to be pitied.

- They get playful and try to act as if these people are only interested in them by their physique. "Oh, I know I'm good looking, but you can stop staring at me darling~" if your character is kind of a classy cane user, it gets really fun to play around it and after a while, their confidence may get a real characteristic of theirs.

- They feel miserable. They don't want to be pitied just because they exist. They're walking outside for five minutes to get groceries and people are pitying them, and that hurts.

- They really don't care. They've seen it all, and don't let the stares affect them anymore. If they did, it would probably drive them mad.

One thing that happens ALL THE TIME with canes is that they fall. And overall, it's really funny to watch. Watching a cane fall down five times in a row is an embarrassing situation and can make some fun interactions ! Exemples :

- The cane user is trying to have very serious talk with someone else. They walk towards them, sits down in a chair, glares at them, puts their cane down against the wall and ... It falls. They put it back. And it falls. They can stay as serious as they want, the other person in front of them is no longer afraid of them.

- The cane user is taking someone on a date at a fun restaurant. They try to sit down on their chair and put their cane away and it falls repeatedly and they start panicking to make it stay up. Their date is very amused by the situation and finds it cute and/or charming.

- The cane user puts their cane against the wall and it falls. Their friend immediately goes to pick it up, but they stop them from doing so by saying something along the lines of "Don't bother. It won't stay up." Or "Heh, it can't fall any lower now."

Oh no, someone is trying to steal your character's cane for some reason ! Maybe it's because they think it was left behind by someone else ? Maybe it has a high market value because it's made of gold ? Any way, they will have to do something about it. Exemples :

- they grab the cane back and just beats the crap out of the thief. You know, it's not rare to see stories where grandpas use their cane to hit people as a joke. But it works ! It's a heavy stick, and often made of metal. You're bound to get some good hits with that.

- They immediately panic and/or cry. Canes can be extremely precious to someone, often because of emotional value. It's something you wear every day, you can easily get attached to it. A lot of people even decorate it, so loosing something you crafted yourself hurts.

- They heavily play the victim to either make the thief regret their action, or people get on their side. It can stem from a genuine emotion, but also from acting if they want to just use the situation to their advantage. Either way, if someone has the audacity to steal from a poor "defenseless" disabled person, the crowd will most likely help them.

- They can just ... Not care much. I mean yeah it was stolen and it sucks but you know, most canes cost what. 12$ ? They're annoyed but they won't make too much of a fuss about it, and running to catch the thief may not be worth it if their legs aren't really healthy.

You know, if your cane user is a little young, some people are bound to think that they are "too young to be disabled". How do they react to that ? Exemples :

- They heavily mock the person who said that. What, just because you think someone is too young to be disabled, they're no longer disabled ? Ha, I wish it could work like that !

- They reply with a good old "If I break your legs, I guess you'll still be able to walk ? Cuz you look too young to be disabled too."

- They get doubts and question if they're really disabled enough to wield a cane. Usually, people only use it when they have big problems or when they're old ... Maybe that person's right ... (No they're not, of course)

- They get extremely serious and explain their situation is nothing to be discussed by people won't don't know them personally.

And that's it for today ! I hope you enjoyed this little guide <3 if this gets a bit of traction as well, I may write more in the future ! Good luck to all of the writers ~

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

I saw one of your story posts mentioning you might take writing requests for trauma comfort... I've been struggling to write this story myself, and I'm looking for a particular flavor of comfort story.

Everyone seems to always latch on to how Hunter is so perceptive and notices things... but there's things he doesn't notice, even with all his sensitive senses. Particularly when there's not an actual immediate danger with a straightforward solution of "shoot it dead" or "talk to it"

Would you be willing to write something where Crosshair is the one to observe, first notice, and recognize tbe fact their new female member of the team, despite being a very active useful member, is tip-toeing around under the weight of past traumas? Then goes out of his way to take care of someone just as stubborn as he is.

I used to live with abusive housemates. While they weren't physically abusive, they were very creative in every other way of hurting their resident empath and later, attacking my whole family. It took me months after we finally kicked them out, for me to realize that i was literally tip-toeing in my own house afraid to make any noise and break tbe quiet, because i used to get badly berated for even small things like rolling in my office chair to my secobd desk while i did filing and paperwork. I didn't sing or play music for a long time, and i still find myself struggling to talk to people.

I like the idea that Crosshair would be the first to recognize long term behavioral patterns while Hunter is very fast in the uptake with someone who's state has changed in the moment.

You're under no obligation to settle this, of course, so please don't feel pressured! I just love the detailed and thoughtful, realistic way you handle writing about things like this.

My sweet darling, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to finish this. Your request became incredibly personal to me, and I both found myself inspired and struggling with how to respond! I'm honored you came to me with this request - I know how hard it is to admit to being hurt like that. Please be kind to yourself as you heal and know that I'm always happy to offer whatever support I can!

Sharp Eyes, Gentle Hands

Warnings: reference to past emotional abuse, fantasy profanity

WC: 2,253

The silence following the gentle hum of the ramp closing left me sinking beneath a deep sigh of relief. Wrecker had sought me out to say goodbye, and I’d peaked from the little kitchenette of the Marauder in time to wave to Hunter and Echo, but Tech and Crosshair were already out of sight. Still, I found myself treading lightly about the ship as I restocked supplies, updated the inventory manifest, and addressed minor maintenance needs that didn’t warrant Tech’s expertise.

This was the beginning of my second three-month tour with Clone Force 99. I’d been assigned to them as something of a secretary in the hopes of improving their less than ideal track record of finishing their paperwork, but had gradually taken on additional small tasks as time passed. While skeptical at first, the boys seemed to have begun warming to my presence, and I was too eager to maintain that trend, even if I was still only trusted to guard the ship during actual missions.

At present, that extra task consisted of reattaching a cabinet door in the storage room that Wrecker had been a bit too forceful with. After muscling it back into its original shape – mostly – all that was left was to screw it back in. I was so caught up in my work, I barely noticed the hum resonate through my chest, nor the moment that tone gradually gave way to murmured words until, just as I stepped back to appreciate my work, I found myself shamelessly singing aloud.

Satisfied, I gathered the tools and headed into the cockpit to return them. It wasn’t until the shouted gasp tore from my throat, body shying back so violently that I nearly slammed into the wall that I even noticed him. Crosshair wordless lifted an eyebrow at my reaction before returning his attention to the helmet in his hands, fingers skillfully toying with the internal gages as though nothing had happened.

“Um, sorry I-I didn’t realize you were still here.” The apology clawed stiffly up my throat, fire burning across my face. He didn’t bother looking at me as he merely responded with a disinterested grunt. Teeth gnawing against the inside of my lips as I vainly willed my heart to ease its panicked pace, I rushed to quietly place the tools back in Tech’s storage, shoulders tucking firmly about my chest.

“Why do you do that?” The words slipped from his lips almost as though he was talking to himself instead of me, but I balked at the silence that followed, fingers shifting nervously at my sides.

“Wh… do what?” The beginnings of an apology sat like poison atop my tongue, demanding to be voiced in the futile hope that it might defuse whatever confrontation was to come.

“If you’re that scared of us, why did you stay?” His arms crossed his chest, confusion just breaching the innate impatience in those sharp eyes.

“I-I’m not… um, I’m sorry you thought that, but I promise I’m not-” My words died the instant he stood from the chair, helmet laid forgotten atop the seat. My gaze instantly darted to the worn metal beneath us as that too-familiar dread locked around my chest, breaths carefully shallow, silent, lest even that somehow worsen whatever offence I’d already made. But he said nothing in the long seconds that followed, and, hesitantly, I stole a timid glance at him. His brow was cocked, but, still, he made no effort to lash out or reprimand me, merely waited for me to finally grasp his point, and my heart dropped.

“No - I’m sorry; it’s not…” The flurry of excuses tangled over my lips, the beginnings of a tremble just beginning to creep over me. “I’m not… I’m not afraid of you, I’m just… trying to stay out of the way.” I assured him, but he merely rolled his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, those frightfully intense eyes burring into me.

“You practically flatten yourself against the wall when we walk too close to you. You stopped eating the yellow ration bars after Wrecker mentioned they’re Hunter’s favorite, even though they’re your favorite, too. I don’t think you’ve ever instigated a single conversation unless it was to update a report, and even then you act like…” His teeth ground together, words suddenly falling silent. I’d felt myself sinking beneath every wretched observation, shoulders bunching around me, expression carefully blank; waiting.

“Look, I’m not…” When I risked another fleeting look up to him, I was shocked to see his glare turned pointedly away from me, jaw shifting stiffly around unspoken words. “You don’t need to… hide every time we’re in the same room.” The discomfort in the softness he was trying to force into his voice was obvious, but the simple fact that he was making an attempt left me speechless.

“Kriff, I don’t even know what I said that made you so damn timid.” A touch of that impatience returned, fingers snatching the toothpick from his lips, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me, and that made the guilt stirring in my chest all the more prominent.

“It… it wasn’t…” My hands drew together in front of me, thumb absently picking at my nails. “My-my last crew was… pretty strict with me.” I barely breathed the excuse, unable to risk meeting his eyes. “I just… I didn’t want to cause trouble here, too.” He leaned absently against the back of the co-pilot chair, watching me with a silence that left my skin crawling.

“You realize we share living space with Wrecker?” The skepticism in his blank statement wrenched a burst of laughter from me before I could rein it back, teeth clicking together even as my lips still pulled up into a small smile. For the briefest moment, something like relief seemed to flash through his eyes, and a sliver of that tension slipped from my shoulders.

“We’re not regs.” He continued dismissively. “Whatever osik they pulled with you isn’t how we operate here.”

“It wasn’t regs.” I felt myself tense for some reprimand in the face of my quiet correction, but he didn’t move, gaze watching me silently; waiting. “I was assigned to a mercenary battalion before this.” His head tilted back slightly, eyes narrowing. “That’s part of the reason I ended up here: I requested an assignment with a clone squad, but the regs don’t usually work with freelancers, so…” I motioned subtly toward him, shoulders drawing tight into my chest.

Crosshair was silent for a long moment, expression painfully unchanged. My mind raced for some way to anticipate what he was thinking – was he annoyed to learn the reason I’d ended up with them? Was he enraged that I feared the same treatment from his brothers that I’d received from the mercs? Was he completely indifferent?

Movements unrushed, void of the impatience I’d expected, he retrieved his helmet and started toward the ladder.

“Gonna do a patrol.” He explained, slipping on the bucket. “I’ll let you know when I’m back.” I couldn’t begin to fight the shock from my eyes, the silent gasp from my lips, immediately aware of his unspoken offer: he was giving me space; allowing me a moment to collect myself in the comfort of isolation… and I didn’t have to fret over not realizing when he returned…

“You should sing more often – Echo and Wrecker like that sort of thing.” Again, I found myself utterly frozen, jaw shifting uselessly around words I couldn’t begin to form, but he didn’t wait for a response. With a few swift movements, he was gone.

-

Things changed after that. Not with any grand or outwardly notable gestures, but it seemed to shift the very dynamic of the squad in the most subtle ways. It started with caf.

It was hardly unusual for the sniper to be the last to force himself into the kitchenette to join us, jaw ground against the early morning grogginess. I was just finishing the breakfast scramble as he trudged to the caf machine. Without a word, he set a steaming cup on the counter beside me before taking a seat with his brothers. I stared blankly at it for a moment, only then realizing that I’d fallen into the habit of waiting for the others to get their own cups before getting some for myself. When I stole a brief glance toward him, he showed no indication that he’d done anything abnormal, head tilted back against his chair with his eyes closed as though he might steal even a few seconds’ more sleep.

Then it was the arguing. Echo and Tech’s banter rarely escalated, but when it did, neither were innocent of resorting to shouting on occasion. I couldn’t remember what had prompted the latest disagreement, but their voices boomed throughout the entirety of the Marauder until even Hunter stepped in in a futile attempt to silence them. I’d made the mistake of treading into the cockpit just as things between them began to grow heated intending to merely return Echo’s power calibrator and quickly found myself frozen in the corner, waiting for a safe moment that wasn’t soon to come.

Long after the Sergeant had joined the fray, succeeding only in adding to the chaotic flurry of raised voices, Crosshair stormed down the ladder, brows pinched and lips wrenched into a scowl, but then he saw me, sharp eyes instantly noting the tool clutched in my grasp. Ignoring his brothers, he merely held his hand out to me, motioning for the device. I tried not to let him see the slight tremor in my limbs as I hesitantly placed it in his waiting palm. Saying nothing, he merely nodded toward the ladder. I was halfway through the porthole when I heard the loud thud followed by a shocked cry of pain, and, in the next breath: silence.

That was the last time any of them got into a shouting fit like that around me. Twice, just as tensions were beginning to rise, Hunter went so far as to conveniently find a reason to summon me. It didn’t take long to realize he’d caught on and was too willing to use my presence as an indirect means of quelling tempers. The second time, he shot me a knowing wink, and I found myself biting my lips against the fit of quiet laughter.

When we found a rare moment of calm, Crosshair pressed things a bit further. A fire crackled in the stillness. We didn’t have to return to Kamino for a few days, so we made camp beside a small lake, secluded in a forgiving wilderness. I barely noticed the lithe man lean toward Wrecker, lips shifting almost silently, but then his brother’s eyes shot open, excitement lighting his face.

“You can sing?!” My heart dropped, body instantly going stiff.

“…uh…” Caught, I could only stare at him in shock, gaze darting briefly to see the subtle smirk on the Sniper’s lips before the towering clone was talking once more, pleading.

“Will you sing somethin’?! We hardly ever get to hear music!” The refusal clawed at my throat, aghast at even the thought of denying the innocent delight in his request.

“Wrecker.” The warning in Hunter’s voice was enough to dampen the large man’s glee, and I found myself distraught to see his smile fade.

“M… maybe just one.” I agreed nervously, and the thrilled gasp it earned was nearly enough to ease the frantic racing of my heart. Echo and Tech glanced up curiously, and I had to pointedly ignore the feeling of everyone’s eyes watching me.

The first words left in something nearer to a whisper than a melody, but the hint of pride just threatening to shine in Crosshair’s gaze emboldened me in a way I would never have expected. By the second verse, I left the lyrics dance over my lips. My cheeks were still flushed, blood still pounding through my ears, but I couldn’t dismiss the simple joy as I took in the wonder in Wrecker’s face, Hunter’s quiet smile, Tech’s datapad lying forgotten beside him.

In the days that followed, I’d caught most of them occasionally humming the tune, and, more than once, found myself joining them with a shy grin.

That innate need to tuck into the wall as we passed each other slowly began to fade, but the next few times it happened with Crosshair, he wordlessly touched his hand to my arm and guided me upright. It was never a quick movement, the gentle pressure an invitation instead of an order, and each time, I found my heart racing long after he’d left.

After several weeks of those quiet moments, I intentionally bumped his shoulder with mine in a moment of frightful bravery. The look of pure shock in his suddenly wide eyes nearly sent me fleeing, certain I’d made a terrible mistake, but then his lips curled into grin, breath catching in a silent chuckle. His hand reached up to carefully ruffle my hair before he continued on his way.

It wasn’t perfect. I still found myself unable to find my voice unless someone else spoke first; felt that panicked dread if I set something down too loudly or made simple mistakes, but that fear faded quicker, my responses felt a little less meek as they drew me into quiet conversations more often. It wasn’t perfect, but the patience and kindness they offered allowed me to take those first steps toward making it better.

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[myoddessy]

bbgggg 😩😩😩 i got asked to do a fic for simon about him and reader babysitting olive ages ago and i really want to write it! but the inspo is slippin!!! 🍪 think you could do a lil HC for me i could base it on? help get it back in the works?! be my inspo?! 🥹👉🏼👈🏼 i cannot think of a thinggggg without repeating myself xx

if not, literally do not worry!! i just thought you’d be perfect for coming up w/ cute lil scenarios !! 🫶🏼😙

omg of course!! I am a Simon lover until I die. hope u like it babe 💞💞💞

the first thing that came to my mind was the intense baby fever you'd be getting because our boy is so lanky and baby olive just looks so small curled up in his arms and ugh!!! him!!

I feel like it would take him a bit of time to properly warm up to the whole role of caretaker while babysitting—not because he's afraid, okay maybe he's a bit afraid, but mostly because of how ecstatic you were when faith asked you both to mind olive, he didn't want to get in the way of your plans

once he does warm up to her, and once she warms up to him because I can def imagine her clinging onto you and not really wanting to be passed to Simon (he'd start to get a bit jealous bcs he suddenly really wants to hold her), they would be inseparable! he'd be so good with her, I just know it

as much as he loves you and olive, he doesn't love either of you enough to take on the job of changing her nappy, that's for you and you only I'm afraid 💔

okay but imagine if you're babysitting the day after he had to pull an all-nighter for some video and he ends up falling asleep on the couch with olive asleep on his chest!! the way you'd nearly start crying on the spot. Instagram and every group chat known to man saw the pictures you took in that moment at least a thousand times

this isn't really centered around Simon but I can see faith having planned you both to babysit pretty early in olive's life so that you'd get baby fever too and you'd end up having a kid too 😭 so I just know she'd be doing a little celebration whenever you take her an update, clinging onto ethan's arm and shaking him "She's becoming one of us!!!!!"

if you're a youtuber/content creator, you'd definitely make a video about the experience and while you'd want to make the thumbnail and title sweet, Simon would peer pressure you into over the top clickbait.

WE MINDED BABY BEHZ, GONE WRONG!! *insert thumbnail of a baby doll being flung off a roof*

comments on the video call you a milf and Simon likes them and you trend on twitter for a little bit while people speculate on if you're actually pregnant

I feel like Simon would've gone in with the intent of working you down from your baby fever but the second you sat in the car on the way home he's like "wouldn't it be so funny if we had a kid?" 👀 sideyeing you the whole time for your reaction

both of your lockscreens are now pictures of the two of you and olive

overall, 10/10 babysitters and faith will be conta ting you anytime she needs someone to mind the baby

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[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

How would the tfp cons react at becoming celebrities after humans spot them and instant of panicking they start to fan girl over them

I love questions like this, because, it's actually true. The Cons have lots of fans! It was really fun writing about how they'd all react to their sudden rise to fame.

TFP Con's Reaction to Being Celebrities/Fangirled Over

Megatron:

-Definitely surprised, at first

-He'd need a minute to process, and take it all in

-But then he'd burst out laughing

"HAHAHAHA! The sheer IRONY! ...The very creatures which my DEAR friend OPTIMUS swore to protect...are clambering over one another to express their devotion to ME!"

-And when Optimus finds out, Megatron is SO smug about it. He KNOWS how much this whole thing is gonna emotionally destroy the Prime, and he LIVES for it.

-Megatron would smirk, signing a human's autograph, and say: "Haven't you heard, Optimus? I'm quite popular on this planet!"

-Kinda hilarious, honestly

-He'd also turn ALL the humans against the Autobots and use them as disposable soldiers...a new army of Vehicons, but smaller.

Starscream:

-At first...he'd be TERRIFIED.

-A crowd of human fans would swarm him -- screaming, fangirling, asking him to sign things, etc.

-So, of course, he'd be like:

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

And just pathetically run away screaming.

He'd start out annoyed and disgusted:

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, VERMEN!"

Megatron would get a kick out of Starscream's reaction, as well. He'd elbow the second-in-command, and tease him:

"Why the long face, Starscream? Aren't you glad to finally be the object of worship?"

-Eventually, Starscream WOULD be glad (though he'd never admit it to the other Cons)

-The fame would go straight to his head. Soon, he'd dream of ruling both Cybertron AND Earth. He might even recruit his fans to aid in his attempts to assassinate Megatron

-Starscream with an army of humans. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Airachnid:

She'd say: "All this? For me? I'm blushing!"

And then she'd immediately slaughter everyone.

Classic Airachnid. She sure does love slaughtering things.

Soundwave:

-He'd mostly serve as Megatron's bodyguard, standing and watching

-If a human approached him, asking for his autograph, he'd say: "..........," stand there for a moment, and just walk away.

-How rude.

Shockwave:

"I find this level of adoration highly...illogical."

-Then he'd bore Megatron and Starscream to death with a lecture about psychology and parasocial relationships

-He'd snag a couple humans to use as lab rats, too

Knockout:

-Oh, he's LOVING it.

-He could pose in front of paparazzi all day

"Now, now. One at a time. Rest assured, you'll all get a chance to set eyes on my radiance! Who needs to fight AutoBOTS when I could sign autoGRAPHS- HEY! WATCH THE FINISH! I JUST BUFFED THAT!"

-Megatron's getting VERY annoyed, because Knockout and Breakdown have been spending pretty much ALL their time buffing each other. Gotta look lustrous for the adoring fans.

Breakdown:

-Right by Knockout's side. He'd be flexing and showing off his strength to the crowd

-He'd also rub the whole thing in Bulkhead's face

-Bulkhead would show up with Miko, and Breakdown would be like:

"Big deal. You've got one human on your side. Look how many I've got!"

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[zayne-li]

Eye of the Blizzard: chapter 1

Posting this because I'm actually working on it again. So far I have 6 chapters, nothing explicit so far, but it's coming! (Lmao) Also MC is not named in this chapter, but she is in future ones because... Writing in third person is easier for me. Triggers include mostly grieving. She's having a hard time dealing with the loss of Caleb and grandma

Yes, cross posted on ao3

Zayne: On the Steps

As a child, Zayne was always known for being the quiet one. He was awkward, even then, grown too tall and gangly for most of the other children his age. His shoes became too small too quickly, and his shorts were never long enough on his spindly legs.

Often, he was found with his head in a book, while the other children ran in circles around him, yelling and throwing things his way, trying to get him to join. Or perhaps just to try and get a reaction out of the odd boy. It took a great deal to upset him, even then, but tug on his shirt too many times, toss too much grass confetti over his hair, and eventually they would get him to pry his nose from the pages. He would shout and stomp away to sit alone.

It's just how he was, for a long time.

Iit wasn't that he was intentionally rude, he just felt himself to be misunderstood by his peers. He wasn't like them. He didn't understand them, either.

And then one day, he found a girl, crying over her melted popsicle. The way she smiled at him that day, as he performed his own sort of medical aid on her popsicle was something he never forgot. He often thought that something melted inside himself that day, instead of that popsicle.

Today, he still feels like that strange and awkward young boy, in many ways. Still isolated, still almost comfortable that way, or so he tells himself.

His heels clack against the pristine floors of Akso Hospital, the chaos and chatter that surrounds him is organized neatly as his brain filters the sounds, and he needs worry for nothing more than what his work brings him that day.

Until she returns.

At the cafe. That girl, from his childhood. The one who stood out in his memories like a warm pastry, like a bright, inescapable light. The one who smiled and laughed, even when he didn't, who saw the emotions he felt before he knew himself.

"Why are you crying?" She asked one day, finding him on the steps of her grandmother's house, arms wrapped around his boney knees, head buried in his elbow, his cheeks red. She was bent sideways, almost falling over, balanced on one foot, just to try and catch his eye.

"I'm not!" He'd shouted, muffled though it was by his arms.

His mother had died, that day. He never told her that's why he was crying, but she'd sat down quietly beside him and said nothing.

Really, it was all he had needed.

Someone to stay by him.

Today, Zayne knows that he loved her even then, as a boy. He meets her again, and those same, strange flutters in his stomach return as if not a day has passed. She sits at the table across from him and she is just the same as she was then, laughing and trying to get him to respond, almost undeterred with his near muteness. 

Truthfully, in that cafe, he imagines he is a child again, that she sees right through the careful shields he has constructed around himself and finds the boy who cried on her steps. 

The boy who one day dared to touch her of his own volition, broken and confused and struggling to understand how he could go on when his mother was no longer there.

She had been looking up at the sunset while Zayne hid in a cocoon of arms and legs, her palms flat against the concrete as she leaned back. It had been he who unfolded himself just enough to place his fingers near hers, desperate and seeking comfort, but afraid and unsure how to.

When their fingers only just brushed, something lit up inside, electricity sparked between them, and the world as he had known it erupted. For the second time that day.

He created a blizzard out of his unstable emotions, tumultuous and destructive. He can still remember the look in her eyes as an icicle of his own making ran itself through her stomach, the blood that spilled forth. The way he froze, horrified and screaming inside louder than the wind from his blizzard could ever hope to be.

What he doesn't remember is the sound of the door opening, of her grandmother's cry, just the image of the woman picking up his limp friend, and running as far away from him as they could get. 

Or how long it was before the snow and ice stopped, leaving him in a gruesome, bloody winter of his own creation.

Or... How his father found him, in shock, unaware of any of the cuts covering his hands and arms.

Present day

The halls of the hospital at this time are just as busy as ever, despite the hour, and despite the fact that he should have been home hours ago. Such is the life of those who choose medical work as a profession. Zayne has been here since 6 AM, he's bordering on an 18 hour shift right now, but he is far from the only one here who has had such a day, and it is far from the first or last time. 

A patient in need of emergency open heart surgery cannot wait for you to take your lunch break, after all, and it is where he's spent the better of the most recent 6 hours. Now, there is still a report to fill out, and going home is still a ways off.

Some may try to say otherwise, but Zayne is, in fact, human, and he can feel himself running on fumes. He enters his office with urgency, long strides carrying him across the room, and is both dismayed and relieved to see his favorite hunter still on his couch.

She rubs at her tired eyes, confused by her whereabouts, and blinks when she sees him cross the room and not sit, but stand at his desk. He hardly looks up as he reaches for her file, flicking through it with deft hands.

"Sorry, Zayne... I must have fallen asleep while I was waiting for you."

"You do realize it is 11PM, right?"

"... I've been busy with missions."

They both know that's a lie, he can tell by the tone in her voice, she's not fooling either of them.

He chooses, as he does, not to address the elephant in the room. Not right now.

"I do believe there is a follow up plan listed on your discharge summary." Zayne takes his pen, offers her only a cursory glance, and then drops his gaze once more, unwilling to face the deep sadness in her dark eyes. Were he to allow it to, it would crack his heart in two, and he knows, remembers better than she does how catastrophic that would be. 

No, it's better to keep his distance. For both of their sakes.

"I suppose you didn't notice."

"I..." She falters, and Zayne pretends to be absorbed in her chart, though he's sure he has the entire thing memorized. "If I don't busy myself, then..."

Just as he catches her eyes, she curls in on herself. Broken. "I'll think of that day. I've been having dreams about them whenever I close my eyes." 

It's like a knife in his chest, to see her this way, and be helpless against it. He is a doctor, not an angel, after all, there is nothing he can do to bring back Caleb, or her grandmother. There is no way for him to heal a wound this deep in her heart. 

All he can do right now is sit beside her while she cries, as she did for him, many years ago. Nothing more. 

Zayne slides a mint across the desk. An offering. The only comfort he can give. "It's okay." His voice is soft, the slight frown on his lips the only thing that betrays his concern. "I understand it's hard. You must do what you can while you cope with your grief."

We all must learn how to. And it is never easy.

"Of course, you also need to make sure you aren't injured in the process. Caleb and your grandmother would want you to take care of yourself."

He can see how ragged she is, and determines to get them both out of here and home in bed as quickly as possible. The hunter needs her sleep just as much as he needs his own. 

After the explosion, your cardiac function index significantly increased. It's most likely a result of the Metaflux." He turns to his shelf, and takes a small data pad down. It's high time he makes good on his promise to her grandmother, and it will do neither of them any good for him to wait for a right moment. As he does, he continues, "At least three months of rest and observation are required. But your circumstances called for me to make an exception."

To him, she looks like an injured animal. Protecting her stomach and chest with her arms, avoiding his eyes, bouncing her foot without even seeming to notice. He can't help but blame himself. He should have known to keep her here, as close as he could. This hunter just lost what little family she had left, her heart was weak already, and now it bears a new injury.

"Seeing your current state, I regret discharging you early." There's only a slight bitterness to his tone, and he moves to his computer screen, typing up his report of tonight's earlier patient as they talk.

Zayne still doesn't know how to love, or how to make her see it, and truth be told, he's frightened too. Frightened to hurt her again. This way, in his office, as her doctor, he is certain he can keep her safe. But the more intertwined their lives become, the tighter he feels icy anxiety wrap around his chest.

"I just want to know why the explosion had to happen..." She is lost. 

And he made a promise. A promise to a woman who had raised this powerful hunter, who trusted him with her granddaughter. Despite everything, that day as children, when she had looked at him in the center of that deadly, icy storm and had run, trusted him on her deathbed with the most precious thing in her life. 

He wishes he could understand why. What he had done to deserve such trust when he had been nearly responsible for the young hunters death. 

"Take it." Zayne slides over the data pad.

"... What is it?" She does, curious, and her brows furrow up at him.

"Your grandmother asked me to give it to you... However whether or not now is a good time..." He can't be sure this is the right thing to do, but he knows that whatever is on the data pad belongs to her, and he has no business keeping it. "In any case, perhaps this has the answers you seek."

She always seems to do better when she has something to focus on, anyway, and in his own experience, focusing on grief does nothing but cripple you. It opens with her fingerprint, as he knew it would, and the hunter frowns as she looks it over, equal parts misery and confusion.

"What else did Grandma say when she gave this to you?" Her gaze is piercing, seeking answers when they meets his, and he quickly has to avert his own eyes. 

"Just to give it to you."

<em>To protect you at all costs. To watch over you, and keep you safe. </em>

He is terrified that her grandmother's request will be impossible for him to fulfill. 

He must protect her. He is all she has now, but he cannot be what she needs. He must stay close, he must stay beside her, but he must never let their fingers touch the way they did that day, on the steps in the warmth of the sunset again.

Zayne's terror increases tenfold when, moments later, a wanderer attacks his <em>office</em>, dragging them both away from reality and into its protofield. He is not prepared, not ready for any of this. No one ever is.

The Gods do not care. 

In fact, sometimes, he thinks he can hear them laughing.

#lads zayne #zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x you #love and deepspace

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Hello! So I figured I should probably share my two cents on this since you seem pretty open for discussion. I understand a previous anon brought up the fact that this isn’t excusing it’s just explaining and I also understand that Magnifico mainly went all villain when that rat book took control, but I also feel like there may be a slight… I’m not sure how to describe it honestly so I’ll let the rest of my ask speak and see if hopefully my point tangible.

Magnifico did hold a weapon to Amaya’s face to threaten her into agreeing with him, and based on her reaction to seeing him with the evil magic (rapid breathing, shaky speech, flinching, instant fawn + freeze reaction) it’s possible she likely has some form of trauma that I personally believe may have been a abusive relationship.

I should say I am NOT a Magnifico hater, I don’t believe he was a villain at all but I’m not sure about hero. Of course I’m open to hearing others out and I’m entirely open to learning new things and changing my opinions! So this isn’t me saying ‘No you’re wrong I’m right’ it’s just intended as me giving my own personal views and asking for yours in return! Sorry for the three paragraph ask and I hope that you have a great day! 💙

(Also to people who hate on Magnifico that are coming to this account, just why?? Just leave instead of throwing a hissy fit in this persons asks whose just being kind and sharing their personal views, it’s that easy 😒)

Hey anon!

First of all, thank you for being so nice and defending me! Absolutely right! It's beyond me how someone who doesn't like him comes to my blog to nagg at me for loving and defending him, make me a bad person and furthermore accuse me of things .... crazy, anyway! Don't apologize for this long ask! 😆 I appreciate you wanting my opinion! I also wish you a great day! 💙

Now, let's begin this, shall we?

I can actually explain this as well!! 😃 (and no, it doesn't have anything to do with me loving and defending Magnifico. (Well mostly. *Eherm*) this is based on logical observations!

Soo, Amaya's reactions ... I'm absolutely sure they're not because he's been abusive. Magnifico had been nothing but a sweetheart to her. The explanations are much simpler and relatable.

Amaya knew that Magnifico was able to do great magic, she knew he was very powerful. But she also knew the evil book was powerful. She didn't know to what degree but what do you think happens to someone who's already powerful and gets posessed/controlled by an evil force?

Exactly. They become dangerous and unpredictable. The more power someone has the more dangerous they'd be if posessed by evil. Think of the nicest, sweetest dog, who'd never bite, never do anything bad. If this dog was to get posessed by an evil force, it could maul someone to death. It has teeth and a very powerful jaw to begin with.

The other thing is, who wouldn't flinch if someone pointed a weapon at them? This is a natural human reflex. Yes, some people are jumpier than others (I am 🤣, truly! Sometimes my coworker sneaks up on me while I work on a client to whisper something in my ear and I squeal in shock every single time. It's funny for everyone but me.) But we're talking about Amaya here! It's normal for the body to react if threatened. So we have our reasons why she went fawn mode.

Also, one of the first things she says to him is "How could you!" So, he's already in a very bad place, traumatized, suffering and on top posessed by evil now, and the first thing he's confronted with by his "wife" is blame. Nice. Blame! Guilt tripping and cornering him even further! Bravo Amaya 👏🏼

So Amaya being scared is relatable and justified. But does her being afraid justify her dumping and backstabbing Magnifico? No.

Just look at her smirk as she gives the guards the order to put him in the dungeons! I'm fine with Amaya x Magnifico shippers but I personally will never ship them! Poor man was desperate and shocked at how quickly and with how much ease she was writing him off.

If Magnifico had been her soulmate, she would have fought to death to get him back. Just imagine, if she had stood up and defended him, pleading her people to help her, saying something like : "Listen to me! Magnifico isn't evil, he's posessed by evil! I know he's dangerous and unpredictable right now but I know he's still in there somewhere and if we can reach him, we can get him back! I know you're scared, I am too, but together we can make it! Please, stand with me!"

I mean, she's the queen, alright? The people of Rosas are to obey and follow her command right after Magnifico. One right word of her and her people would follow her and not Asha. Btw. She could have also asked Asha and her friends to help her. I don't think they would have disagreed if she'd pleaded with them. She's their queen! Or would Asha have turned against Amaya as well then? 😐

You cannot tell me they wouldn't have been able to reach and save Magnifico by standing together in love and bold compassion! We literally saw how the wishes and (star) were set free from the evil force just by singing and standing together! Only imagine they had done this to free Magnifico! Saying he wasn't savable because the evil book said so is bullcrap.

I don't believe the evil book! A evil book is well, evil! And light will always be more powerful than darkness! Love will always be stronger than hate! Imagine a room full of darkness, then light a match, that tiny speck of light is still glowing! The dark cannot consume it! Because in light there cannot be darkness. And what does a evil book do besides destroy and corrupt?

Also, this looks painful! 🥺☝🏻this is nothing but incredibly tragic and sad!

Also, in the past, every single heroine has managed to break curses by true love and compassion! I was reminded of Moana and Te fiti for this!

Do you guys remember that scene, where Moana realizes that Te Fiti is still inside the posessed evil monster? Was Moana afraid? Sure she was! But did that stop her from reaching out to get her back? No!

Te ka (evil Te Fiti) could have burned Moana to a crisp in the split of 2 seconds but Moana still bravely approached her! She willingly faced death because she knew Te Fiti was still in there and by her immense love and compassion she'd get her back! She went "this is not who you are!" And boom!

There's more!

I also remember a scene from the 2 Maleficent live action! When Maleficent was consumed and controlled by hate, anger and revenge. She was all hiss, roar, I'm evil and Aurora stood up to her and told her "This isn't you! There's another way! I know who you are! I know you!" And Maleficent replies "You do not!" And Aurora in tears, in pain but 100% certain, says "Yes I do! You're my mother!"

And just like that the evil in Maleficent crumbles. True loves overcomes all evil! It's always been that way.

And even if no one would have helped Amaya, we'd still have the (true love breaks every curse!) But she did nothing. Well, she did run to Asha and her friends to sing about how bad he's always been like a pop star. She gave Magnifico up over the course of minutes, didn't even try fighting to get him back and wrote him off with a smile!

Magnifico was deeply hurt, the betrayal stung and he suffered inside. He had so much pain and anger and his anger is justified! Please, put yourself in his shoes for a moment. One doesn't even have to fully understand trauma and the whole complexity of the different forms of ptsd.

He only ever tried his best to have everyone happy and content. He only ever wanted to protect and keep safe. That's always been his goal. He held onto his power because he wanted to be strong enough to keep whats dear to him from harm at all costs! If someone wants to protect that fiercly it only means that person loves immensly 1 and 2 has suffered unbelievable painful loss. He loved his people! He cared for his people immensly. So much so he was willing to get himself posessed by evil even if he never wanted to! He felt forced by his desperation and utter fear.

And what did his people do in the end? Can you imagine how badly it must have hurt to realize you've only been loved for what you can do and give? How used he must have felt? He's been celebrated more for being handsome and a limitless genie than a loving king who established an amazing kingdom and ruled it well! He's bent backwards and all it took his people to turn on him was a teenager who thinks she knows better than anyone with a strange cute looking creature from the sky, they btw. knew just as little about!

Everyone backstabbed and betrayed him. Here he is, at the peak of all his suffering and posessed. His soul surely cried for help, hoped for anyone to reach out to him but no one did. He got kicked into his wound even further. Quite literally, this was the thanks he got.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico #team magnifico #thank you anon! #magnifico defenders #king magnifico isn't a villain

[nocturnalazure]

An answer to Echoweaver

@echoweaver - I thought it best to make a separate post again in reply to your comments but we can continue the discussion via PM after this if you prefer?

Your comments:

I don't really have a better place to post this, since it seems weird to put an essay about your story on my blog. I wanted to follow up on this, since I'm sure it was my reaction the prompted your thinking. I definitely had feels about Erik and Gloria's breakup, and I wasn't coherent about them. Mostly I was feeling defensive of Gloria. The first responses seemed to indicate she'd overreacted, and I don't really think she did.

The core of my thinking was that she told Erik she wanted to be his priority, and he didn't answer her. I'm sure his body language gave her an answer at some level, and we all knew what it would be. But he didn't actually tell her until he was leaving, about to walk into danger and leaving her to process alone. That's very different from Romeo and Jamie, where Romeo brought his disclaimers up front and allowed Jamie to decide what he could live with.

I wish Gloria had made a different decision, but with the way Erik forced the decision on her, I would have broken up with Erik too. And of course, Gloria came not only second in Erik's life, but third, since he's in love with his boss. She also came after Laurie as a person, and she was sensing that. There wasn't a lot of Erik left over for her.

I do still have a lot of trouble with Erik/Laurie. Erik's intense way of defining himself by his role in the mob makes it impossible for me to see a route to them having a healthy relationship -- Laurie is Erik's boss, and Erik has no line between personal and professional. In addition, Laurie is very cerebral, and Erik is not a verbal communicator. Erik seems like he'd be better with someone like Carmen (we all marry our parents??).

As a side issue, I've spent decades dealing with friends and fans who compulsively sexualize male intimacy, and I find it frustrating. I really liked Erik and Laurie as platonic partners, and I still kind of mourn it. I love Anh, and I do hope her arc with Laurie, whatever it is, takes her to a good place.

The end.

My answer:

As an author, I haven’t found the right balance yet between leaving the readers have their own interpretation and giving them a nudge in the direction I want. So two sides compete inside of me: the thrill of seeing my characters dissected and analysed, and the frustration when the results are not what I had hoped for. It brings up all sorts of self-questioning about my writing abilities. Is a good writer one who manages to make their characters as universally relatable as possible? Or is it one who simply sparks some thinking? If I were to judge by all the bad books that I have read and that I still remember to this day… I’d rather go with the former proposition. But at the same time, I can’t deny that it is flattering that someone would take some of their time to think about my characters. So thank you for this, sincerely.

I see Erik as a flawed human being. So basically, just a human being. It wouldn’t have struck me as very realistic for him to discuss beforehand with Gloria everything that his job implied. Sometimes, discussions happen when they have to happen, because that is how it goes in real life too. And yes, in Erik’s case, there is more to it than just the job. Maybe he’s not ready to admit it out loud. Maybe he’s afraid to hurt Gloria even more. Maybe he wants to keep his promise to Laurie to keep it quiet. Anyway, you’re right: no, he wasn’t upfront with her when she asked him to be his priority and he didn’t answer for many different reasons. And obviously, she was right in asking that precisely, because that is the core of the problem between them and why it would never have worked. Gloria tried, thought she could do it, but in the end it meant changing Erik and that is asking for the impossible. And to Erik’s credit, he did try too, so much. He threw himself headlong into that relationship, in a very Erik way, and he wanted so bad to make her happy because from the get-go, he was afraid that he wasn’t good enough for her. All things considered, it doesn’t matter if Gloria ends up second, third or even tenth in Erik’s list of priorities. She would not have been first in any scenario. And to be fair, that is also the case for many real-life couples: your partner comes second after work, the kids, friends, even hobbies,… Sure, that is not healthy but many people live like that. I don’t pretend to depict ideal couples either.

Gloria was surely right in breaking up with Erik, since they have different outlooks on what being in a relationship involves. That being said, she was (still is) in love with him and she hadn’t expected him to choose his work (or Laurie) over her if she issued an ultimatum. Right now, the poor girl is devastated and kicking herself for not leaving the door open. It is too late, unfortunately. Something has switched in Erik’s mind too.

From a long time now, I have shown Erik as being loyal to Laurie as a person. Not necessarily to an organization or what it represents. He even says at some point that he has “faith” in Laurie. This goes beyond simple duty, and yes, personal and professional are intrinsically connected. However, I don’t see Laurie and Erik as having a strictly hierarchical relationship. Erik has a disregard for the rules inherited directly from his father, and even if Laurie did use his authority from time to time to distance himself from Erik, he’s never been able to really keep him away. Erik, by default, just does whatever the fuck he wants to do. And that’s also what Laurie likes so much about him.

I see your point, but I don’t agree: opposites attract. I think it is very interesting, particularly in fiction, to explore how two characters with very different personalities and backgrounds can find common ground and how they can actually enrich each other. I am always cautious of making similar-minded people automatically get together, be it as friends or lovers. In real life, it creates a dangerous cognitive bubble. I love to find out how two outwardly conflicting personalities can interact and ultimately appreciate each other. By the way, Anh and Laurie are far from being completely similar. Their brain functions in much the same way but they are both strongly opinionated and will clash inevitably. We either marry our parents, or the complete opposite of them (as is my case).

Finally, I hear what you’re saying about sexualizing male friendships. It is a bit of a touchy subject. I don’t do that in real life, that’s for sure. But I allow more leeway in fiction because a big part of the fun is to explore different aspects of life, including sexuality. I’m a straight person. That doesn’t mean I’m not genuinely interested in other sexual identities. Love is love after all.

I can only say that I’ve never intended to write a gay romance with Laurie and Erik. It did start out as a true friendship. But their relationship developed as we know, and I don’t regret a thing because to me, they make a lot of sense together. It just seemed that obvious and I felt like I had voluntarily kept them apart because I was scared of what people would think. Now my favorite part of their relationship is that they never question their (bi)sexuality. They just have romantic feelings for each other that they cannot help, and neither of them really care about labelling those feelings (very much like Sam doesn’t want to define how she feels for Ash).

Finally, l I want to say that Laurie and Erik’s relationship and my determination to write it as well as possible have been an opportunity for me to learn a lot more about the LGBTQ+ community. That has certainly enriched me.

#text post #replies

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Note that I plan to get to all of these at some point, but I’m looking to see what I should do next. Description for each fic are below the cut.

Sequel to On the Shoreline: written from Momo’s perspective, it’d have how she’s reacted to Hell’s invasion, conversations and shopping trips with Rangiku, a conversation with Renji about their friendship and worrying about Izuru, and of course her trying to get Toshiro involved in beach activities but seeing something is deeply troubling him.

Hitsugaya shows Momo his bankai for the first time: what it says on the tin. It’ll probably be a short one, but I’d want to explore how Momo feels seeing Toshiro achieve something like this, and how Toshiro interprets her reaction, fearing she will be afraid of his power.

The Big One: you all know this one, I’ve mentioned it a few times. A multi-chapter fic about how Toshiro and Momo reconcile after Aizen’s defeat and where they go from there. It’d start a short time before the battle against Aizen, and continue into the events of the battle, then into the year and a half of the aftermath, and potentially into the Thousand Year Blood War arc. It’s be based on a combination of canon, headcanons, and event analysis I have done in the past here and here. It’d also likely include scenes from other fics I have written (such as As Months Go By, As Seasons Change) but rewritten for the fic or told from a different perspective.

It’d be a big project for me, one that could take more than a year to release in full. If this is the winner of the poll, it’d be my sole focus, meaning you may not see as much of writing as frequently, but I will likely write other oneshot fics in between chapter releases to take a break from it every now and then.

Hitsuhina battle fic: this is technically another request from last year, but as the requester is relaxed about me doing it (thank you @whipplefilter!), I’ve had it floating around for a while. I wanted to explore that part of Toshiro we got to see when he was a zombie for Giselle, where he’s completely unrestrained in his fighting…and I wanted Momo there because, you know, angst XD There’s a snippet of it here.

Fifth Division gardening fic: more or less what it says on the tin. It would be mainly from Hinamori's POV and feature snippets of Fifth Division throughout the years, but centered on a group of officers that start gardening in the division. These characters will mostly comprise of my headcanon officers (see them here), and may start from when Hinamori began with the Division all the way to after the Thousand Year Blood War. There's likely going to be a focus on Hinamori's growing sense of responsibility, how her relationships with her subordinates (once her fellow officers) changes the higher up the ranks she goes, and her perception of the duties she has when it comes to the Souls that fear Shinigami. While it'll mostly be centered on the platonic relationships in Momo's life, there will of course be hitsuhina snippets too!

Hinamori realizes her feelings fic: if written, it’ll be in a similar style to To Know Love, Momo gradually realizes her feelings for Toshiro. I plan to keep it short and sweet, but well…it’s me, so chances are it’ll be more than 2000 words XD

Orihime and Toshiro brotp fic: so far I’m envisioning it to be short and sweet, but it’ll look at either one of two (or maybe both) scenarios: either 1) Orihime heals Toshiro’s arm after Aizen’s defeat, and learns what happened in the battle with him and Momo, or 2) they meet sometime during the Full Bringer arc or a short time before the Thousand Year Blood War arc, Toshiro thanks her for allowing him and Rangiku to stay with her during the war against the Arrancars, and they discuss Ichigo. Vague ideas at the moment (and who knows, I may come up with more), but I love this dynamic and I wish it were explored more.

Hinamori is missing fic: a very old idea that recently resurfaced. Set during the Arrancar arc, not long after Toshiro and co. return from the World of the Living after. Momo sneaks out of Fifth Division, unable to stand being inside somewhere that reminds her of Aizen and her life before anymore. When her Division realises she’s missing, they alert everyone. Toshiro eventually finds her, angst ensues.

Tenth Division through the years fic: very similar to the Fifth Division Gardening fic (and they could end up being companion pieces together, see the last option in the poll), in which it's from Hitsugaya's POV and features snippets of his life in the Tenth Division, from when he starts in the Division all the way to after the Thousand Year Blood War. It'll show Toshiro various bonds with those in his division (again, mostly my headcnaon officers, see here) and of course have snippets of Hitsuhina and brotp goodness with Rangiku. The focus will be on Toshiro changing relationship with his offiers turned subordinates as he goes higher up the ranks, and his perception of himself as a child prodigy.

Fifth Division gardening AND Tenth Division through the years fics: a surprise twist entry! >:D As I feel these two would be companion pieces, I wanted to give the option of me working on these two together and releasing them either on the same day or only a few days apart at most.

#bleach #hitsuhina #fanfiction #I liked how the last poll turned out #so I want to try it again! #thank you again to everyone who voted in the last one #hoping editing on the Shinji fic isn't going to take long

[thebottomfromhell]

Hi! How are you? Sorry if I'm annoying but I had a request: headcanons where the reader is a partner of the upper moons and tells them that he is a trans guy (what I mean is that when the reader started dating them he was a girl but then he started to feel identified as a guy and decided to tell his partner).

I apologize in advance if you don't understand the request ;(((

I understood perfectly what you meant, and I love the request. This is perfect for my first Trans! Reader requests, thank you for asking me this. It's not annoying at all!

Also F/N would be for the female name, while Y/N would be the male name or nickname.

In the end this was a bit rushed and it disn't work out as I would want it, hopefully I will get to write this topic again and better

Trans! Masc! Human Reader confesses their gender to S/O (already together) Uppermoon

Warnings: Mentioned Cannibalism, Transphobia (mostly due misinformarion and such), Heterocisnormativity (most characters don't know or understand 1what being transgender is), Mentioned Gyokko's art, Yandere-like character, Mentioned body dysphoria, Implied sexual content, and Slight dirty-talking (nothing big, just teasing).

Gyutaro:

"Gyutaro?" You start, calling up for hisattention as you look somewhere else. He can sense you are not facing him, so he just gives you a side-eye, paying attention while you get to have more space. "What is it, ne?" Gyutaro knows something is off, you normaly are not like this, afraid of telling him things. Part of him fears he did something wrong or that you can't stand it anymore, that you want to leave... "Ne, what's wrong F/N?" He does his best to ignore the "you" in the back of his mind as he faces you fully, really needing the answer, even if he might not like it.

You take a deep breath, calm yourself, you can do it. You can trust Gyutaro, he probably will be confused, probably a bit skepctic, but it will be fine. Really, you can do it. In the count of three: one, two, t- "I'm a man." No, wait! That was too fast! You were supposed to be more clear, to explain, you were making an speach in your head and just lost it! Gyutaro looks at you a bit weirded out. "Like... ne, an Onnagata?" You try to make yourself smaller as you blush "More like the other way around..." Except you don't want to pass out as a man, you are a man. Your body just... it's not helpful. You loathe that but you can work with that, you have done it all your life, and will be able to deal with it.... right now you actually want support...

"Oh...." He just says because, not gonna lie, he doesn't get it. You... wear always unisex clothes and ne never really paid attention to whenever you were femenine or not. You haven't done anything yet, so Gyutaro never knew your body-type. He just figured you were... odd, not what you should be. He has also felt... odd, too. Uncomfortable under his own skin, the one he scratches so hard. He saw that in you and didn't think anything about it. "Ok." He simply says, leaving you to process it.

""Ok"? That's all you're gonna say?" You expected... something, anything, not just a "ok". He scratches the back of his neck a bit unconfortable. "Ne, give me a break. What else am I meant to say, man?" You open your mouth only to stop talking, an "ok" is a better reaction from what you were expecting, so you force yourself to calm down, even if you are a bit... lost at it. "No, nothing. Emn.... would you mind calling me Y/N from now on?" He justs looks at you, very confused, he doesn't understand it, but still knows enough of how you feel to know you need his support right now, that you need him to listen. "Sure, ne.....Y/N.... nice name, ne." it will take him time to get used to it, but he is here for you no matter what. "Thank you, Gyutaro." He justs nods and looks away bashful, but stays.

Gyokko:

It's hard to say how Gyokko will react, considering... everything. There are chances he might support it, body dysphoria is a topic he loves a lot (thoughz he mostly uses that topic in his art through torture and amputation). There are also chances he might want to leave you for it, since he started a relationship with a woman, and Gyokko hates not being informed of things with time. It's a paradox, without the time that would make him mad you would not be able to get the trust and courage to tell him, so since you didn't tell him before or when you started the relationship... you really have no idea how he will react.

"Gyokko?" You start.... starting, not really knowing what to say right now but not being able to... not tell, it hurts that he doesn't know. Right now he is working on a new pot, so it's just a hmn to show he is listening all you get. You have no idea if that is for better or worse, but not having to make eye comtact calms you a little (specially considering you never know what eye you should be looking at). "I'm a man." He stops for a seconds, he will definetely be mad he lost concentration, but for now he is not reacting.

It takes him a while to pull apart from the pot to look at you, head to feet and back forward, three times. Then he looks at you face, somehow lost. ".... You don't look like one." Ok, that... that was not what you wanted to hear, it... it's a bit dissapointing but you can also get Gyokko's confusion as he tilts his head. You want to explain it, but... you really can't, you have no idea how to make him, the one who is the most comfortable with himself, how you are not. How you don't want to be the you that you should have been by birth, so you just look away. "You made me loose concentration." He decides to change the topic.

He goes back into painting the pot, or at least trying as you both remain in silence. The brush has not even touched the ceramics yet, but he can't go back to the idea he had before you talked to him. In the end he just let the materials to one side an goes back with you. "What do you want to do about... this?" He vaguely gestures you in the last part, clearly not wanting to deal with this but his mind not giving him other choice. "By starters... I would like to be treated as a man...." It takes him a while for that to sink in, only to cough nerviously when he does. "Ok... ok, I can do that." It's not ideal, but it's a start.

Hantengu:

There is something you want to tell him, something important, he can tell. He can tell there is a problem but Hantengu doesn't want to address it, too afraid to do so. Is it about him? Did you do something wrong? Did you get tired of him? You don't want to leave him, fo you? He doesn't want you to leave. "Hantengu..." he squeals scared, starting sobbing almost inmediately when he hears you. He doesn't like that tone. "F-F-F/N?" He sees you grimace and he wanta to cry harder. You ARE going to leave him! He can't tell you just... hate that name, that you can't stand it anymore, specially not from him, someone you care about so much.

"I need to tell you something." You don't look at him, part of you feeling guilty for it. You know he is sensitive, that he always needs as much resourance as possible, but... it's hard. You just want him to... to know who you are, who treat you the way you need. Both of you are in their own torments, waiting for the other to explode. You can't leave him, he won't let you! Hantengu trembles violently as you sigh to speak again, he won't let you leave. You will try but he won- "I'm a man."

.... eh? ".... eh?" He blinks a few times, stopping crying..... eh? What? You are a man? He thought.... eh? But you have always been.... eh? "This... this is so confusing...." his brain was in middle of a breakdown just before, it csn't take such an important information right now. "I know. I know. I will explain it... when I can... but I really would like to... be treated as a man?" Hantengu really is not understanding anything at all. How can you be a man? Without him knowing? Is there anything else he doesn't know?

Still, he is too tired from the emotional rollercoaster and will not fight it further, that should be Aizetsu's and Sekido's problem. ".... ok..." he answers quietly, not looking at you, but you aporeciate he is willing to try. "Ok... that you, Hantengu." He justs nods... it's very akward....

Sekido:

Part of you wants to pretend that Sekido, your partner, will take it well, that he will be understanding and supportive. The other part of you is more realistic on the fact that you can't forget he is the anger clone. He will probably come to accept it, but... Sekido will get angry, angrier, irritated, indignant, infuriated. To be honest that is why you basically wait until you just... explode to tell him, because you couldn't stand anymore being treated as if you were a woman, to be called that or other fem terms. You can't, it's not you, and it hurts the fact that the one you love is not seeing you, but someone else in you, someone you don't want to exist.

"Sekido... Sekido, just... please, I promise I was not hiding anything, I just didn't know how to tell you but I can't! I just can't continue like this." You basically ramble one night he finds you panicking of what to say and how to say it. "Shut up." He growls as he tries his best to calm you down, rubbing your back, giving you a piece of clothe as you are near crying, getting you to sit somewhere comfortable. Sekido loves you, he shows it, and that is what it makes it hard. "I'm a man."

"Are you fucking shitting me right now?" Is the first thing he says after you calm down, but you can see he is, as always, angry. "The fuck you mean you are a man? You think now is the time to mess with me?!" You switch in between looking away and looking at Sekido, not wanting to face his anger now but also not wanting to run away from this. "I-I'm not! Sekido, I'm a man! I don't want you to keep treating me as if I was a woman anymore!" You raise your voice, only scalating into am argument because of that. You both just... fight until he leaves. Thankfully, that lets you both calm down, and it's Sekido the one who reaches out for you this time.

"Fine. Have it your way." It's a bit difficult for him to adapt to the new you, specially since he would not have treated you as differently as one might have thought with you being a man. At first it was easier to irritate him, then he got used to it. "Y/N! You little shit! What have you done now?!" He is still himself and letting you be yourself around him, you really can't ask for more.

Karaku:

You pride yourself of knowing Karaku, of knowing parts of him he usually doesn't show. Parts that are caring, concerned, honest, and sometimes even vulnerable. Right now? You have no idea how he will react, you don't think he will be mad or anything but... it's something big. You are more afraid that he might not believe you or take it as a joke, but... you want him to know. You need him to know, it hurts that he doesn't. "Karaku... we need to talk." He looks at you confused before chuckling as he leans into you, his arm over your shoulders. "Why the long face, F/N? Is something wrong, hot-stuff? Something you need to put a bit of pleasure over?"

He laughes against your ear after the innuendos, with how close he is, and all the flirt, almost passed through the fact that he called you by that name. At least this time he didn't call you "princess", ypu hate it when he does. Sometimes he slips, since ypu have told him, but he is trying. Hopefully he will try with this too. "Karaku, this is serious. Listen to me before you keep playing around, ok?" He just looks at you staying in place, grinning as he waits for you to speak, raising an eyebrow to show his curiousity. "I'm a man." Suddenly his weight is less over you and the smirk is gone into a confused face, you both stay in silence for a while.

You were about to open your mouth to try again, but Karaku is faster. "Ohhhhhhh. That explains some things. It makes sense!" He starts laughing again before he puts his mouth close to your ear. "Is this why you are so bashful? Would you prefer for me to call you a good boy, handsome?" He whispers and honestly? You can't help but blush and lean into it, making Karaku laugh a bit more before keep going "Tell me, Hot-stuff. Would you like to be Baby boy or Daddy?" Ok, you have no idea if he was serious or not, but you bust into laughing.

"How about you just call me Y/N?" He smiles while you relax. "Sure, I can do that." And he does slip from ypur other name time to time, but he understands the quest pretty well. He does treat you like a man and you don't have to worry about how he views you, specially since he tries to be as helpful as he can. "We should get you more man-like clothing too, might as well steal something for you. What do you think, babe?" You are nothing but grateful that Karaku supports you fully.

Urogi:

"Urogi.... there is something I must tell you..." You have been wanting to tell him, genuinely having no idea on how he would react. Urogi himself probably wouldn't know if asked an hypothetical case, with how spontanoues he is. He might take it good, hemight take it badly, and it's impossible to know which one before it actually happens. But you comfort yourself, being aware that, as the joy clone, he has no reason to be angry about it. He will definetely be confused, but not angry. "Yes, F/N?"

He looks at you happily as he reacts to your call, it would be endearing if he was not using that name. The name of a woman, it hurts to hear it from his mouth, the name of someone that is not you from the person you love. Sometimes you wish you could be just that, that it would be as simple as Urogi views life, but... it's at the very least uncomfortable. So of course you would not have been able to deal with it forever. "I'm a man..." You say as Urogi tilts his head to the side.

"You are a man? But F/N is a girl's name. And you fon't look like a man." You pretend that didn't hurt as much as it did, specially since Urogi is not being malicious, he is just asking questions, like he usually does. But the fact that there is no reaction at all... it's disappointing. One part of you is relieved by the way he is taking it, another one... expected something more, for him to act as it's... something. Instead you just explain things to him. "Does that mean I should call you something else? A boy's name?" But... neverless... "That would be nice. I was thinking about Y/N..."

Urogi suddenly gets excited from nowhere, wings opening and moving cheerfuly. "Yes! That is a nice name! I will make sure to remember it! Y/N! Y/N!" He seems to be taking things too well... "Don't you care that I'm not a woman?" You feel the need to ask because of that, but he only shakes his head before starting again. "Y/N is Y/N! Nothing else matters." Your heartbeat speeds up a little... you really love this Bird Brain. "Yeah... you are right." Urogi chuckles and leans into you, happy to be told he was right. He really is the best.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu has always been the calmed and sensible one of the clones, never overreacting over anything (even if you feel he actually underreacts sometimes). He is a comfortable person to be around and you would dare to say he is the most empathic of the clones (even if he has his own way, as a demon, to show it). Part of you is scolding yourself for not telling him, for not trust this into him sooner. You can't even understand why you would be afraid, or at least nervious, to tell him if you know he won't be reacting badly. Why is it so difficult? Why does it has to be such a big deal? "Aizetsu?" You call him, so he turns his face to look at you, listening without saying anything.

The silence is usually reasuring, this time is not, but even if he realizes that you are hesitating, Aizetsu doesn't move or say anything, trying to give you space until you say you want otherwise. You take some deep breaths as you scold yourself again, why are you making it such a big deal? He won't react badly. "I'm... I'm a man...." There. You said it... you said it. But Aizetsu still doesn't move or say anything, he just looks at you puzzled that you have to keep reminding yourself that he doesn't have it in him to react bad. Aizetsu is mostly... thinking.

"... I feel sad... and confused. How can you be a man? Why are you saying this now?" He does believe you, but he has no idea what it means. He knows the body you have, the body you had to overcome resenting because it was not created into your true self. "I just needed you to know. I want to be treated as a man." You need to be treated as a man, for others to understand who you are. Aizetsu only keeps the sad puzzled face for a while as he keeps thinking it. "You don't like being a woman?" He makes the question, really needing to understand it. You can only shake your head, you have no idea how to properly explain it with words but... it's not you, being a woman is not being yourself and you can't stand it anymore.

After some moments of silence, Aizetsu speaks again. "Ok, I'll treat you like a man from now on, it will take me some time to get used to it though. Should I also call you differently or something?" See? He is taking it well, you calm yourself further with deep breath before answering. "I would prefer to go by Y/N." He only nods at that, but it's ok. It will be ok.

Nakime:

Nakime has always been a no-nonsense demon, as a human she couldn't have as much control over things as she had now, she didn't have the money or the power to do so, but now? Now she has the Infinity Castle, where she can control everything in any way she wants. But of course, there are some things that are even beyond her. For starters, she is still obeying a master, who she is loyal to, but that sets her under someone else's command. There is also you, while she can control every room, every corridor, every entrance, exit, wall, door, floor, ceiling, air, even the gravity with her biwa, she can't change you nor control how you feel about yourself.

She knows that something is off, and dhe has tried her best to comfort you with no avail. This attemps of her actually made you try to just... ignore it. To pretend you are ok as long as you have Nakime, not wanting to risk what you both have. She has been worried and concerned, always trying her best to make you feel better, which has making you feel guilty, honestly. And there is this sense of hurt building up in your chest, feeling axphyxiated by this... you that is not you, but is being forced upon you, if that makes sense.

"What do you mean by "I'm a man"?" You end up telling her when, once again, she was trying to help you, to comfort you as she could. But... it still frustrated you, and it came so hard to appreciate it, creating again thise sense of guilt, when she was treating you, talking to you as if you were a woman. "I... I mean I'm a man. I want to be treated as such... I can't continue to be F/N... I'm sorry." You want to explain further, but you have no idea how, even if it's unsatifying the feeling that Nakime is not fully u derdtanding it. "You realize this is something big, right? This is not what I was prepared to deal with." Yes, you do, but you can't bring yourself to tell her.

After some minutes without saying anything, silence filled with her biwa, making the moment a bit less tense as she thinks... you don't really want to lose this. "I'll still help you with everything, I wouldn't be able to just leave you but... I want to give us a break, give me a break. I hope you can understand that I need to think of what I want." You can, unfortunately. Part of you feels betrayed, but you can't express it, specially with how many effort Nakime has put into you. "Do.... do you want to be alone?" You shake your head, even as you feel you will start crying, but she lets you stay while hiding it, only focusing in playing her biwa. You have to remind yourself... it could be worse.

Akaza:

You are aware that Akaza treats women differently from what he treats men. He can fight, kill and eat men, but for some reason he can't bring himself to do the same with women, and everytime you try to bring that up... he can't. He physically can't tell you anything. It's frustrating for both of you, but lastly... it's a bit hurtful. You scold yourself, why would you want such a powerful demon to be able to attack you? Shouldn't you be happy that because you are safe, he would never hurt you? It's stupid! Against survival insticts! And yet...

You just want to be treated like a man, be treated in a way that makes you comfortable with who you are. Is that too much to ask? Only because you were born in this body. Sometimes you just want to accept the offer that Akaza always makes, the one to turn you into a demon, that you would forget about this feeling of wrongness, that the transformations and mutations in your flesh would burry your sex and gender. There is even the chance that your body might change in a way that favors you in that regard, to make you bigger, stronger, to get rid of your breast. But you don't want to be a demon...

"Akaza? There is something I need to tell you." You start, gaining his attention, a worried expression coming into his face. "Are you ok? Did something happen? Did somebody hurt you?" His paranoia kicks in, but you shake your head before telling him. "" there is only 15 seconds of silence with his face puzzled before he speaks again. "... I already knew?" wut? "What do you mean by "I already knew"?" He looks at you as if trying to find words to explain. "I just knew?! Like, you don't feel or act like a woman? Your fighting spirit is definetely not from one!" What? "Then why do you treat me like a woman?! As if I was fragile or weak?!" "I don't treat you like a woman! I just promised to protect you!" No he didn'- oh... oh, is his thing.... oh.

Now that you think about it, he never uses your female name... yeah, he definetely knew. Why does that make it so akward. "Em... would you be able to call me Y/N from now on?" He also looks uncomfortable, probanly trying ro remember when did he make that promisa, but nods anyway. "Of course. Of course. Anything for you." .... Why was this supposed to be complicated in the first place? Then again, to spar is still out of question, and it probably will unless you become a demon... you'll see through it.

Douma:

Douma is just waiting for you to confess. You have been together for a while and he can tell there is something you want, crave, to tell him but you haven't. Some of his followers are like that too, shy to tell him all their problems and burden, but at the end of it they always do it, crying and kneeling before Douma. Most of the time he doesn't really care, but he is curious of what could get you like this, since most of the time you are willing to tell him things you don't tell to others. "Douma?" You start, needing to tell him but not really wanting to. "Is there a reason for that long face, F/N?"

It's not that you don't trust him or think he will react bad, but... you don't know how to tell him what you feel, how you can't find yourself in... well, in your body, in your reflection, in any expectations people have in you because of how you were born. The more you think about it, the more tragic it becomes, but... you don't want to tell him a sob story, you want him to see you as who you are... without spilling out like his followers do, to make it sound... bad or painful the fact that you hate the identity that was forced upon you at birth. So "I'm a man..." that is all you say. "I see."

Douma has been more than a century alive doing the same thing, listening to other people's problems, and more than once someone came, crying over resenting their body and gender, about wanting to be something, someone, they simply did not born like. It's not something that comes every week or so, but he knows what is going on. "F/N is a woman's name though, we must find something else for you." He doesn't get it, he doesn't really want to, and could not even begin to phanton what you are feeling right now, but he knows about it, so he knows what you want him to say. That is what you actually feared.

"Y/N...." You answer him, not completely satisfied but not wanting to explain yourself further. You don't want this confession to make things different, yo make you just like another follower. "Y/N is it, then. What a charming name! I'll ask the staff to change your wardrobe into something more masculine. You can wear my clothes in the meantime." But again, Douma just... doesn't feel anything about it.

Kokushibou:

It's been a few days, a bit more than a week, with your usual silent momenta together suddenly being.... uncomfortable. For once he gains the courage to address it, since it seema there ia something you want to say but are constantly hesitating. That is usually his role in the relationship, so he eventually got too worried to just ignore it. "What is it?" He aks firmly, regretting it the after 74 straight seconds passed and you didn't answer even though you clearly heard it. This is one of the few times the silence is unconfortable to him, is there a way to take it back?

"Do you promise to take it seriously?" You know Kokushibou will not joke about your situation, but... you have no idea if he will believe you. You really love him but... he is a nightmare to be with. Always too worried about roles, including hierarchy and gender. You want him to acknowledge who you are, not a woman in his life. You have been actually thinking on breaking up because of it. "... I can try." He is honest with you, and... you want to give it a chance. He genuinely can't promise you to answer as you would like him too, but he can try. You have to see if trying is enough for you, because it has never been for Michikatsu him.

"I'm a man." You would have liked that to ne more firm, more "manly", but right now you just... need to see if you can be vulnerable in fron of Kokushibou. Now he is the onw to stay quiet for longer than needed to have some response, any response at all. "You are?" He is really bad at this, at feelings. He has always been, but because he was a male samurai nobody asked him to be emotionally mature, but to repress and hide his feelings. "I am." You feel the need to confirm it, for him to accept it, whenever he accepts you or not.

"Alright." Kokushibou justs says after a long pause before leaving. Fuck, he is scaping, you should have expected that. It will be some days before he talks to you again. "How... how should I call you now?" He is actually putting effort into it, you didn't expect that. While he is distancing himself, whenever he comes around he is more open. "Call me Y/N." You can work with that.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #trans reader #trans masc reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #hantengu #gyutaro #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou

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Opinion on Digestion

Digestion is the part I like the most. The Vore fantasy is not only being able to eat someone, but digest them too. 

Being able to break down a prey, it’s attached to concepts of domination or humiliation by treating someone like food, and digesting them is following through on the idea.

It’s being extremely selfish, using someone’s body as food, to your own benefit. And the idea of being able to completely destroy someone only for your own comfort.

For me it also fits into a stuffing fetish I guess, because the appeal of vore isn’t just eating someone for the sake of it, but being able to eat a big amount of food and digest it. And then instead of food, you eat a person, which makes it more interesting. 

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Opinion on Endosoma

Not really what I’m about, but I don’t mind it. 

At least at the moment I prefer digestion. Endosoma feels incomplete maybe. Maybe because irl not being able to digest something feels bad. So from a pred’s perspective, eating something and not being able to digest it isn’t a good time. 

Usually I'm disappointed if a vore media bit end up being endo, but my preferences change, and they might change so that i prefer endo

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Opinion on fearplay

I don’t think that I focus on fear in what I do. 

In general, I don’t particularly like fearplay, I might be neutral on it. 

I do have the prey being unwilling most of the time, but I don’t think the main emotion is fear, but instead maybe indignation, or if there is fear, it’s more implied and not the main focus. 

I mostly focus on pred pov, and so they’re not usually afraid. When I write from prey pov, I might show them being shocked or surprised, but I don’t describe them being specifically afraid.

For me fear is too serious for the tone of what I’m writing. Realistically someone in a vore situation probably would be afraid, but it’s not real and I don’t feel the need to portray a realistic reaction to facing death. 

Maybe technically they die, but it’s just because it’s what has to happen, but it’s not the main focus. Similar with fearplay, the prey might be afraid, but it doesn’t really matter.

#i didn't read this over twice so it might not be coherent #death tw #fatal vore #digestion #vore asks #v/ore #vore fic

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Allegedly part of the issue was anemia, so they gave me blood about it, as of writing this I'm hoping to be able to leave in the morning so I can actually get some "proper" sleep again

(Note that this anon's "sleep schedule" is whenever I pass out)

These beds be very uncomfortable, the couch I sleep on is also uncomfortable but at least i got my blankies and pillows there

I wonder how many of the bois outside of like Satan and Solomon know about potassium i.v.'s and how it's somehow related to blood sugar????

Also curious about how they'd react with an MC that's deathly afraid of needles(like for example when they steal your blood at the blood stealy place)

Like I know obviously they'll comfort MC, but like who's catching a murder charge and who has the self control when confronted with that situation for someone making their precious sheep/person cry/scream/age regress/etc.(reaction to needles based on my own experience)

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Yikes, I hope you're at home and resting now!

I also have a messed up sleep schedule... let us not speak of it lol.

I highly doubt any of them know anything about potassium i.v.s aside from Satan and Solomon. I can't imagine any of them needing to learn about such things and nobody but those two have the thing where they want to know everything.

But I'm sure they'd all listen to how it works if you wanted to share it with them.

Okay well assuming MC is indeed having such a drastic reaction to having their blood drawn, here's how I think that'd go.

Murder: Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Belphie, Raphael, Thirteen

Self Control: Asmo, Beel, Diavolo, Simeon, Mephisto

Falls Apart Too: Levi

Uses Magic to Calm MC Through It: Barbatos, Solomon

I just don't think Barbatos or Solomon would allow that to even happen. If you were okay with it, they'd use magic to remove the blood or maybe put you to sleep briefly - just long enough for whoever it is to get the sample.

Levi on the other hand would be so anxious about the whole situation, he'd be freaking out the whole time.

As for the murder crew, I think they would mostly just puff up and be scary, probably threaten whoever was trying to take your blood.

The rest are more focused on keeping you as calm as they can.

I do okay with the blood draw, but I have passed out because of it before. My own fault for having low blood sugar at the time. And I have tiny veins, so they can never find one in my arm. They always have to take it out of my hand. Which is painful, but you know. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess.

I think I'd just want whoever was with me to distract me by talking to me about something else entirely lol.

#anyway I hope you get better soon #obey me #obey me nightbringer #🦊 anon #misc answers

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Ok I might sound like a mess here but I just wanted to ask if you've always intended Mary to be autistic? And if there's specific parts of any of the games that are meant to be seen as her showing autistic traits? (hopefully that makes sense) When I was playing CM awhile ago and I just remember tearing up a lot because I saw myself in her a lot as an autistic person myself. I don't know if some of the scenes were meant to be as relatable as they were to me lol. You're really good at writing and I just have to say that I'm incredibly happy to be able to experience the games you've made <3

If I'm honest, it wasn't my intention on her creation! When I made her, my initial idea was simply for "an average, sweet girl who just comes off a little creepy to others sometimes".

But the more and more I created of Mary, the more I had autistic friends who would come to me and say "Mary? Yeah she reads super autistic"

I would say, internally, I kinda knew Mary was essentially autistic somewhere in Cemetery Mary's development. But it was always something I was really scared to say out loud. Even if my friends assured me that they saw her as autistic, I was really really afraid of coming off as offensive or uneducated or anything of the sort in a portrayal of an autistic character. But my friends really helped me to see that I didn't have anything to worry about in that regard and that her being autistic is something very positive and I had no reason to worry about confirming her as such.

And while I think it's fun that some things can be left open for interpretation sometimes, I started feeling that this was something that needed to be known. And that's why right before I released Blackout Hospital, I decided to rip off the bandage and confirm her as such!(in an admittedly a still pretty subtle way because I was still a bit scared about it haha) And I'm happy I did make it known, because seeing reactions like yours makes me feel really good about it and I'm so so happy people are able to see her and feel this connection to her that can bring so much joy ♡ I hope she can bring you as much comfort as she's given me over the years!!

While I won't be sharing pics of examples of some of her autistic traits (mostly because I'm too tired to go digging), she shows examples of certain traits such as noise sensitivity (The club scene in Cemetery Mary, and wearing earplugs in a picture in Blackout Hospital), special interests(the cemetery in CM) ,intense eye contact (mentioned more often in Here for Sweethearts), info-dumping (she mentions her tendencies to ramble in CM and HFSH) etc etc! There are more than these of course, and also more nuanced ways in how she behaves, but these are just a few examples from the top of my head!!

#also thank you very much for your kind words ♡ #cemetery mary #mary #mary anta #ask #reply