#I'm shitposting the pain away

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

she stood no chance against the power of friendship

#i'm still on this shit i'm not sorry #i'm memeing away the pain #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr memes #critical role memes #cr shitpost #bells hells #otohan thull #cr fcg #fcg

[mariaalenkoshepard]

"Hey Gabriel, why does Beelzebub call you babygirl?"

"How about we stop talking for a while"

#look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong #anyway #shitposting to keep the pain away ig #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable bureaucracy

[tvhsleb3ww]

OUR BLUE SUMMER! - GOJO SATORU

summary, your older brother is finally back for summer break! but wait, is that his best friend with him?

nicknames, minor swearing(not really), flirting, you're suguru's younger sister yippee, 2006

you were really looking forward to summer. the beach, the summer breeze, the carnivals, the food fests. it was truly an amazing season to have fun and enjoy life. every summer you spent was filled with bliss and joyful memories.

except this one. oh no no, you were one hundred percent confident that this summer was gonna be terrible. how did you know? well because when you went down to greet your brother and help him with the bags, there was a certain someone as well.

a certain six eyed manchild.

"hey babycakes! missed me?"

he said in his cheerful tone as usual. you could feel yourself throwing up at the nickname. a nickname you earned back in middle school due to your chubby cheeks. you groaned internally when you saw his stupidly handsome smirk on his face.

suguru chuckles at his best friend's tease towards his younger sister. he walks into the house with the bags. he's finally home for summer break. you were used to suguru appearing during this time of year but you didn't expect his white haired best friend to be here as well.

"what the hell are you doing here?"

you questioned with a very obvious scowl on your face to which he just chuckled and grinned, shaking his head as if to belittle you. you could feel your blood boiling which each second passing by. he then crouches down to your height and leans close to your face.

"i'm staying here for the summer, silly"

and those exact words made you go pale.

you tried to wrap your head around the fact that your brother's best friend who had tormented you your whole childhood is staying here. with you. for the next 3 months. if you had to be warded in a mental hospital, you're pretty sure you know why.

"oh come on, it won't kill you, babycakes. there's a line of girls out there who'd wanna be in your position right now"

his grin never leaves his face as his teasing words left his lips. you wanted to do nothing else than smack that stupid grin off his annoyingly attractive face but you know you couldn't do that.

suguru just shakes his head at his best friend and his younger sister's interaction.

"i'd gladly swap places with those said girls. they won't last a second with you"

you responded, your scowl still present and prominent. he simply laughed at this as he brings out his hand to ruffle your soft locks.

"oh, you're hurting my feelings, babycakes. you've always been the hotheaded one, haven't ya?"

you could feel your ears burning at the nickname. you quickly swatted his hand away and shoot him a glare through his extremely dark sunglasses.

"no one calls me that anymore, gojo"

he takes his hand away and returned from his crouching position, inserting his hands inside the pockets of his pants. his blue eyes gazes upon you and an amused smirk crawls onto his face.

"please, darling. call me satoru. we've gotten close over the past years, right?"

there's no deny of that. all three of you have grown close over the past couple years since middle school. suguru and satoru maybe. but not you and satoru. if anything, you were being tormented and teased by satoru.

you simply rolled your eyes at him and a huff escapes your lips but before you could say anything, suguru had already intervened.

"continue your arguement after we take these upstairs, yeah?"

satoru simply nodded to his words as he followed suguru with the bags in hand but before that he turned his head to get a good look at you.

"we're gonna have a great summer break, babycakes"

and with a flirtatious wink, he left the room. you didn't know how to feel about this, were your cheeks growing red?

this is gonna be a painful summer.

☆ a shitpost really, don't know if i should continue or not 😵‍💫

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[foone]

Every time I try to tag some thing as trans whatever, Tumblr suggests #biblical trans shitposting, and every time I'm sad I don't have more content for that tag.

The world needs more biblical trans shitposting, damn it.

So, uhh.. Let me just do some biblical shitposting:

Jesus is obviously a trans man, so is Noah and Saul/Paul, Rahab was a trans woman, and God is non-binary.

Angels are too, but they don't have sex in either way. They're tools. And not like the kind you might talk about having in your pants.

And speaking of pants, Deuteronomy 22:5 (no cross dressing) , much like Leviticus 18 (no gay sex) were both intended as "don't do the weird shit those foreigners do" rules that were and are being taken out of context. They're not intended as eternal and universal commandments in what is morally right and wrong in the world.

Also when I said "Noah" up there, I meant Moses, because both Jesus and Moses were born at a time of KILL ALL THE BOY BABIES and survived. But fuck it... Noah is trans too now.

God said so. They called me up on my orange hotline phone. (I'm a pope, so I get a direct line to the big G)

Who else is trans... Eve, obviously, by the same reasoning as Jesus (they both only have one "parent" who could have given them chromosomes, and yet are a different gender to them).

Sarah (wife of Abraham) too. She's got it all: meaningful name change and she laughed when told she'd have a child. Was that just because she was already old... Or because she didn't have a uterus?

(well, through God all things are possible, so jot that down Sarah)

Joseph (of the many colored coats) is another trans man. Man (no pun intended), the Bible is just full of trans men.

As I've said before, the victim in the story of the good Samaritan is trans, especially now.

Also not to get off the subject of being trans (do I ever?) but I was just thinking that a running theme of the Bible is "The Empire".

There's aways the Empire. Who they are changes from book to book, but they're always there. Babylon, Egypt, the Seleucid empire, the Romans, the future world-spanning empire john talks about in Revelation... They're big and powerful and oppressive and cannot be fought in traditional ways, but they will not win. They can't. They won't. They may be horrible and causing so much pain right now but they will be overcome and we will be free and safe one day.

And really, if that's not a good message for trans people right now, I don't know what is.

#biblical trans shitposting

[2smolbeans]

A Lawerence Oleander Scenario I Thought Of....

Tags: Just a general shitpost written with detail, forced drugging, Lawerence has a disgusting diet according to the canon, sensory torture, kidnapping, and implied abuse.

Summary: Lawerence's diet is so nasty, Mc literally dies from shock.

*This is unedited

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Your body was trembling, stomach reching, throat tightening, and head spinning. You could feel every sweat droplet that rolled down the sides of your forehead. Your senses were heightened to the point that even feeling of your legs touching together drove you insane. Everything was painful for you at that moment. You were sensitive to the littlest of sounds and touch. But still, Lawerence paid no mind but to keep you tied up naked with nothing but your underwear on that godamn uncomfortable rigid chair.

What the hell did he put in that tea? What type of forbidden drug did he decide to force into your system? All these questions formed into your head as you watched Lawerence prepare his tools for his 'personal project'. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched him place down that same blood-stained bucket. You scoffed to yourself as you even saw the same old knife that he decided to cut your body with when you were first kidnapped in his dingy apartment. Huh..Now that you realised it, how long had you been here for?

All your thoughts were cut off as Lawrence stood in front of you, shyly clearing his throat as he didn't dare to make eye contact.

"Uhmn..So..How are you feeling?"

You didn't even want to hear his voice. Plus, it's not like he's oblivious or stupid to know whatever fucking drug he decided to put inside you was a living sensory hell.

"A-Ah..Okay..I see..Well I'm gonna continue alright? You know the drill"

You hated how shy and cowardly this psychopath acted. How bashful he was to look into your eyes, how nervous he was doing the deed. If he was going to kill you or torture you, why is he acting as if your the one forcing him?!

You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you grew more agitated, the effect on the drug doubling with every minute. God, you could feel yourself heating up, your body aching in every area. He really wanted you to feel every cut, didn't he? Lawerence so desperately wanted you to feel every of your senses heightened so that every inflicted pain he put on you was worse, right?

That fucker. You thought to yourself bitterly.

But as you closed your eyes, preparing for Lawerence to cut open those old scars that were barely healing- you heard a low rumble coming from behind. Moreover, coming from Lawerence.

"Oh..I guess I forgot to eat..Give me a moment. S-Sorry.."

And before you knew it, he scrambled towards the fridge, quickly grabbing an oily brown bag before setting it down next to the small stand up table he had. You turned your head as your eyes dilated at the sight.

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck?

You nearly puked at the smell when Lawerence began to unravel what was inside the fast food bag. You wanted to look away, but at the same time you couldn't. You had to watch. There was no way he was going to eat that right? You assumed by the texture the bag itself, how wet, crumpled and oily it was- it had to be from a gas station or from a dumpster.

Taking out the contents of his meal, unwrapping the white tinfoil sandwich, he held it with his hand. Your eyes wavered in pure agony as you saw Lawerence take a bite out of the mystery food. The sandwich looked to be a week old, it could barely even stand up, seemingly drooping to the point Lawerence had to resort to eating the cursed substance with two hands.

The sandwich was extremely flattened and slightly molded, letting out a putrid smell that you could only describe as a 'medicine smell' to it. Your eyes were watering as your nose whiffed in the smell, so you resorted to breathing through your mouth.

Lawerence for sure wouldn't take another bite would he? You hoped, fearing for your captors safety as even you wouldn't wish your enemies to consume this type of FDA biohazard.

But no. The fucker decided to make a feast out of the resident evil 7 burger combo. Taking out fries that were green and soggy and putting them into his mouth to chew.

You cringed internally as you could hear how wet and mushy the fries were. Fries are not supposed to be soggy and juicy? Why..? You were at a loss for words as Lawrence looked at you, putting the molded sandwich to your mouth, asking if you also wanted a bite. Immediately you shook your head no, nearly screaming as you felt the moist mold touch your lips.

Every crunch, slurp, and ridiculous loud moist chewing you had you crying softly. Tears were now fully rolling down your eyes, your face red and scrunched up, as you were now overstimulated by Lawerence's disgusting diet. You've seen him eat before, and sure it was the typical low grade food. But with the drugs making every sense heightened, and the fact that Lawerence on this special occasion decided that having a slimy, molded, green sandwich- made you beyond sick.

As Lawrence was finally finished with his meal, taking one last bite of the burger before stuffing one last green frie inside his mouth- you felt the bile go up your throat as you heard him swallow.

It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Your senses now spinning with despair and disgust, you passed out cold on the chair. Your head slumping down, the tears on your cheek still fresh.

Lawerence, who was now cleaning up his finished meal, looked at you in pure confusion.

".. Maybe the drug was too strong?"

.

Hours passed, and you never woke up. You ended up dying from the shock and trauma from the whole ordeal...

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#boyfriend to death #Lawerence Oleander #btd lawrence #btd headcanons #btd shitpost #Lawerence oleander x reader #no cause if this mf were to eat infront of me I'd throw up #btdgame #gatobob #lawerence oleander

[cazort]

I turned off anon messages because I've been getting an inordinate amount of anon hate, some extraordinarily nasty, in response to people misinterpreting some commentary I added on a post recently, as being antagonistic or negative when that was not my intent.

Here is the full thread in case anyone is curious.

I get that my added commentary may have come across as unnecessarily antagonistic. I was in some pain and other physical distress from long COVID symptoms last night when I reblogged that post and wrote that commentary, and perhaps this made my tone came across as more snarky than usual, which was not my intention.

Still, the level of negativity and hate I have received is wildly out-of-proportion to any slight negativity in my tone. Like people were writing things calling me a terrible person and worthless, using dehumanizing language, and stopping only very barely short of suicide baiting and/or violent threats. One of the posts was bad enough that I reported it to Tumblr, and I worry that anyone who would harass me in this way would be highly likely to harass a long list of other users as well.

I want people to know that I harbor no negativity or hard feelings towards the author of the original post in question, I really enjoyed the post and its humor and was trying to add some tangential commentary that highlighted one of the many reasons I like Tumblr, how you can have a post that is basically like a shitpost, and people can add totally unreasonable commentary to it but at the same time other people can add very reasonable commentary that adds insight, and this is one of the things I love most about Tumblr.

I wished people could see this instead of just assuming that I am some kind of mega asshole.

I also think that a lot of this negativity, frankly, is an example of the absolute intense bias and bigotry, hate even, that people hold against neurodivergent people.

Yes, I take things literally sometimes. Yes, I choose to take things and engage with them literally even when I know they are not intended to be taken this way. Yes, I like deep commentary. Yes, I like writing long text posts. No, this does not make me a bad person.

And if you think it's okay to threaten or harass someone because of these things, especially when a person expresses themselves without making personal attacks or without voicing overt hostility, if you think it is acceptable to initiate or greatly escalate any type of negativity or hostility just because someone said something that you perceived as mildly antagonistic, then maybe, just maybe, it would be best for you to spend some time away from the internet.

For now though, anons are off. I haven't received any legitimate anons in weeks so it's not like I'm missing much. I have no interest in allowing myself to be verbally abused by people who lack the courage to show their face. Anon messages were for positive, encouraging compliments, or questions that people were too shy to ask, they have never been turned on with the intention of exposing myself to hate messages.

#anon hate #hate messages #neurodivergent #autism #ableism

[mpregfrance]

Alright to start this ask off I'm just gonna say my interactions w/ you have genuenly been one of the funniest ive had in a long ass time. I've read ur recent post and I empathyse a lot. You seem incredibly funny and genuine. Idk your situation and your background and even your age, but I think you can and are pulling through. Things will get better even if you dont actively want them to. Im not saying this in a vague hope to make the situation you are in better. Im telling you, as a person who from the age of 14 went from therapist to therapist, somehow been on meds that dont fuckin exist yet in croatia, someone who feels trapped in the very /country/ she lives in with no means of escape, someone who is "waiting" for things to finally financially/academicaly/politicaly be better so that I can make something of my life. As it did for me, you will feel joy again in what you do, in what you have, and in what you can achieve. I think it's ok to be down, its ok to feel like "if a bus hit me tomorrow i wouldnt protest" but the thing about people is we adapt rather quickly. So putting yourself out there, going to places you are scared to and believe yourself to be an outcast from is exactly what gets you to meet people and see things that youll remember forever. And after a while the outcast will stop coming to these places, the person there will be someone who belongs. Apathy is a way of saying "fine whatever i dont even care anymore" but youll see how much you care.

I started getting ok after a full decade of *trying* and what I've always found is that for me the saying "don't take anything seriously" is no.1 rule. I get worked up, anxious and overwhelmed with so much so many times.

You may have problems with people at work with friends and whomever, but the main thing you gotta remember is *you cant change anyone but yourself*

And its not a change of personality, hair color, interests, its how much something will get to you, how willing are you to give something up thats not working out and how you will percieve something.

I have no doubt that you know all of this crap but i guess i wanted to say all of that just bc there is no greater pain for me than when i see someone feel like i did regardless of the reason or situation.

Keep on truckin and doing what u love even if its mpregfrance posting. I will always be here to send you to liking-france-jail, mwah <3

hello my sweaty angle <3 i'm sorry i'm just replying to this now. i had to sleep on it because your thoughtfulness deserves a sincere reply.

first of all - thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so kind, sweet and insightful and offering your support.

the fact that you would take the precious time out of your day to write this out for me is, in a word, unbelievable. i really appreciate you checking in, it's an incredibly caring thing to do. to be honest i'm a little overwhelmed by the magnitude of this unexpected message and i wish i knew how better to express my appreciation.

i really do love to hear that i made you laugh. i live to shitpost. i've always prided myself on my sense of humor and sometimes i feel as if it's slipping away, so it's reliving to hear i've still got it.

unfortunately i still haven't had the strength to eat. i'm heading to work in a bit. things are pretty rough right now, but when have they not been? obviously my present circumstances aren't the root cause of all my problems. in fact my life has improved since moving here.

extensive bianca lore and vulnerability under the cut, apologies in advance.

basically, in so few words, my current situation is that i'm nearly 25 and have nothing to show for it. i've lived in different cities across the US, had great jobs, apartments, friends, roommates, relationships, etc. i have done a lot of living in a short amount of time. but then, in retrospect, it feels like it stopped.

about 3 years ago i was in a very bad place mentally due to the isolation of the pandemic, and i met my husband online. in early 2022 i gave up everything, saved over $10k for the visa and moving costs, and relocated from the US to australia to live with him. our relationship itself has improved from how it used to be, but since the beginning we've had seemingly endless bad luck and financial setbacks.

last year, not long after our (very disappointing) wedding, i suffered a devastating miscarriage. ruptured ectopic, massive internal bleeding, required emergency surgery etc. not only was that traumatic emotionally, but i wasn't eligible for healthcare at the time bc of my immigration status, so we're still paying off the medical bill.

we share a house with my mother in law who is a domineering, emotionally incestuous single mom and an emotionally abusive narcissist. i don't throw that term around lightly, as so many people do these days, but i honestly believe she's devoid of empathy. she's admitted that she dislikes me and thinks i'm stupid because i don't talk much, and goes out of her way to make me feel unwelcome.

so i'm stuck in an area that feels, to me, like the middle of nowhere. i'm not homesick, i love this country. it's just that i'm not used to suburbs. i feel most comfortable in a city where there's people and places and things, neon lights and background noise and stuff to do.

i'd would be happy to live anywhere as long as it's not with her. it honestly feels like a prison sometimes. that sounds dramatic but she's cultivating an unbelievably hostile environment that causes me to feel on edge whenever she's around.

needless to say we need to move, desperately. it's our #1 priority. more than anything else i want a place of our own and eventually a family. we've been actively househunting for the better part of a year, but the rental market is catastrophically bad right now. it's not even about the money, since we're both working we can afford a decent place. it's just that it's so competitive. every showing i've attended, there's been like 30 other prospective tenants. we've been turned down from every apartment we've applied for.

on top of our living situation i have complex health issues that are just getting worse. my energy is zapped. trying to balance work work and housework leaves me with almost no free time to write.

this barely scratches the surface of why I Am The Way That I Am™. i'm not saying any of this to evoke sympathy or brag about 'having it hard'. simply trying to explain. my upbringing was abusive and dysfunctional in a number of ways. i just barely graduated high school. i never had traditional opportunities, i was raised in a way where there's basically no assumption/expectation that you'll ever be successful or fulfilled. i'm diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD and bipolar 2 - haven't been able to get my proper meds in australia. i've been addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. i'm not pleasant to be around. i will probably always look like and act like the lower class, white trash girl that i am. i have spent my entire life in survival mode.

i'm always in the midst of some identity crisis or running away from something. so yeah, i've been hurt and downtrodden. i've also experienced the beautiful side of life from time to time. i've gained a breadth of knowledge and met incredible individuals who introduced me to new perspectives and i'm forever grateful for them. with the way i've lived, i'm very lucky to not be dead or incarcerated right now.

ok, pity party's over. for real this time.

you're pretty much describing exactly how i feel. you know the struggle. the part about waiting to live my life; that's precisely where i'm at. i don't necessarily have a desire to fit in, i just want to get away into somewhere that i can adjust better to.

my isolation is partially due to a lack of energy but also i don't seek out interaction because i'm afraid no one else can understand me. not because i believe i'm too 'complex' or 'damaged' to be understood. that's a load of self-pitying bullshit. it's just scary to be truly seen. or vulnerable. or genuine. bc the results of such openness are unpredictable and uncomfortable.

it's hard, but i know i have to find it within myself to take that push. what's holding me back right now is mainly my material conditions, circumstances out of my direct control. i have no doubt i'll feel at least 50% better when i stop living with this woman.

i certainly have no problem with starting over if something doesn't work for me. contrary to what i might've described, i believe i'm pretty well adjusted, self aware and rational. as is obvious i don't take many things that seriously lmao. i went from caring wayyy too much about everything, being overly emotional and sensitive, to going entirely with the flow and accepting what i can't control or predict.

also i am well aware that you can't change people, that's never been my goal lmao i've never needed someone to tell me that <3

tl;dr, thank you. so much. this really uplifted and inspired me meli, thank you so much for being so thoughtful and compassionate.

it sounds like you're also stuck between a rock and a hard place in your own environment, and i'm sorry to hear that. it's a wretched feeling but i believe you you will thrive no matter the setting, because in all seriousness, you're incredibly talented. i hope you know you should follow your dreams. hell, it looks like you already are and you're giving us the privilege of witnessing it. your art is stunning, the passion and care you put into your work is obvious. your matthew is absolutely beautiful - like his maman.

from a rabidly devoted france woobifier to the designated france hater, i'm only going to say this once but you are validated in your distaste. i understand. you gotta admit though, he is a MILF.

if one thing is certain i will never stop frussyposting. in fact right now i am thinking about france hetalia big fat juicy boobies mmmm milky squishy. i'm giving her a teensy tiny little slut waist and childbearing hips. i would give him a brazilian butt lift but he doesn't even need it!!!

if that is a crime then lock me up. please. strap on the handcuffs and throw me in the crate for naughty little freaks teeheehee >:3

be careful tho. if you keep sending me gay ass love letters like this they're gonna start shipping toxic yuri melianca even harder <3

#this made my day #this ask gave me bottom emoji eyes!!! #DM me if you want babe #ask and ye shall receive #tw vent

[pennycat83]

I don't usually leak my stories until I finish 'em but I am willing to serve up some good shit

(⚠️Following contains mentions of death/graphic violence, as well as a described panic attack and other poor mental health.⚠️)

I fully admit this is another feral moment regarding a shitpost FNaF fan game, but somehow it also works as a relationship study? I don't even know what kind of coincidence went down for this to happen but I digress. I wrote this a bit different too for weird external reasonings (that and this is a shitpost fangame).

I hope these two goofy weirdos keep being friends and possibly killing stuff ! (also I apologise if this makes no sense, I used the Evil Ending from the third game since it makes the best reasoning for them interacting. I refuse to imagine anything outside of the TTS voice used on Dave since the idea of him talkin' like that as a person is brilliant)

Penny Cat

Cold...hell felt so much colder than he had assumed. Wandering aimlessly as those final words pounded through his crushed head, "I...love you". To the person who had abused him, to the person who sided with Him. His heart dropped as the thought festered more, "I love you", nothing in his isolated life had ever even brought him close to saying those words with sincerity, and he blew it. He ruined his one relationship without even realising. He...HE-

"Yoyo!". The sharp, friendly robotic tone made him jolt, shifting his arms and stance into something like a wild animal. "Y'good?", "W-WHO'S THERE?!". He braced, his eyes had already adjusted to the darkness but it was near impossible to make out the voice. "Shi-ni-gami at yer service!", "y-you mean...". His heart dropped, legs starting to buckle slightly as he stumbled back. "P-please...I...I didn't want to...I...I'm sorry...show me SOME kind of mercy Mr-p-please!". His demeanor breaking down with his voice. Slow wheezing started to emanate from the Davetrap suit.

"Yo, hey cool it bud it I ain't gonna fuck with ya!". It sounded softer now...The voice came into better view with the speaker. Short clops broke the silence as they gained less of an echo. The speaker finally gained more of a discernible form. They stood shorter than even Him. The mention added another surge of pain into his already pulsating breathing. The white cloak rippled slightly as they proceeded further, muffled metallic clanking came with each footstep. The 'face', however, was what his eyes couldn't peel away from.

The helmet was the same ghostly white as the cloak, a large black screen covering most of it. A pair of plastic transmitters stuck on top, giving more devilish illusions. That same synthesized voice spoke up. "David Miller", "d-d-don't call me that". He tripped on one mangled foot, stumbling back, hands scrambling with his legs as they etched further and further. The being stopped, crouched down and stared. A pair of comedically large gloved hands emerged from the cloak, supporting the beings non existent cheeks whilst propped up on their knees in an amused pose. A silence wavered out throughout the void, he continued to twitch slightly as he studied their movements. They stayed static, mimicking him slightly as they continued to linger back. "W...w-what are you...", "Shinigami fer duty sir!", "w-what the hell is that?", "I mean technically it can be translated in two ways, God killer or the Grim Reape-".

"S-SO YOU A-ARE GONNA-!". He jolted back once again, falling even harder on his ass as they...stayed. "Ok bud seriously, cool it I'm NOT gonna hurt ya, I have no reason TO hurt you". They raised a large fist to the rim of helmet, mimicking a slightly humoured, thoughtful pose. They watched, then raised one of the hands out for his. He hesitated, curling up slightly as he declined. "A'ight". They remained static, "w-where am I?", "midway", "s-so I can-" "wouldn't, come back as a zombie basically and still end up here". They extended their arm out once again. Their grip wasn't as strong as he assumed, if anything there was a slight warmth in how they slowly lifted him back up. Subtle movements preventing him from his already shaky heart from caving in. "Ya good?", "l-lil bit...", "welp even if ya ain't 100% yer still somethin'!". He stared at the knight (? It felt weird to call them a grim reaper due to the upbeat attitude... although personality didn't always equal your job), it continued to watch him expectantly. "T-thanks?", "no prob". They heaved a slight sigh, their entire facade deflating with their stature as their shoulders sank, "...I'mma be honest I can't do this shit righ' now, jus'".

In a single cape swoop the full armoured figure changed into her casual outfit. A, pin-...cat...girl...thing? His mind was already spinning at the concept of being greeted by a hypothetical  reaper in a poor man's space suit. "I'm sorry, what the hell are you again?", "yes!", "huh?!", "I don't like being a 'Thing', like doin' my own stuff". She shoved a hand in her jacket pocket as her other waved a cut motion to emphasize her point. "Y'could say I'm a cat creature tho", "but cats don't have human hair", "eh, like havin' it", her hand flipped it slightly.

He still felt rigid. "Penny chan". She extended a hand, "right...", "yer fine by the way". He paused, "huh", "ya seem tense... this place ain't gonna hurt ya. Yer safe". He looked around again, the atmosphere remained the same smoky inkiness he had stumbled into. "Y-you sure?", a hint of concern barely managed to line his tone. "Well I mean I'm here, folks tend to say I'm pretty safe t' be 'round", "...". He moved back, arms folded slightly as he moved away.

"...I mean hey, don't blame ya fer a sec! Y'wanna talk fer a bit?", "I...I'm good, thanks". He etched further back, she stayed. "A'ight well I mean I gotta say yer dead so I ain't gonna kill ya, no one can, vice versa...also that's the wrong way". Dave paused, bracing himself, his heart still straining under the soul crushing anxiety...He booked it passed her. "Don'y ya even wanta...i-it's cool!". He didn't stop, pulse revving into full steam as he continued, further and further.

He tripped slightly. Heart physically trying to pump itself up and into his mouth as he heaved. It hurt, it all still hurt. Jack...Henry...all of it. He wanted to let it out, get SOMETHING out of this. Tears began dripping to the floor, glistening against the inky space. He curled up, struggling slightly from the springlocks piercing and digging into his flesh. Heaving, shaking like a damn leaf. "...ey...hey...". She was back, mocking him just like Henry. He barely knew her and yet all he saw was another Him.

"1...2...3...4, hold 1...2...3...4, release 1...2...3...4". Her voice almost seeped softly out, his gaze shot up to her. Just like before she knelt down ahead of him, subtly motioning him to mimick her breathing pattern. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YA WANT FROM ME?!". She raised her hands slightly, "n-nothin' man. Just felt like helpin'", "so you can make me do whatever you need me to?! S-so you can break me!". A slight look of surprise came across her face, the calm energy didn't leave her. "N-no...I jus' wanna help ya", "bullshit!", "eh, fine then...don't believe me if ya want". She sat down cross legged across from him. He stared at her more. "Whad'ya do to calm down then?". He stayed silent, "look bud even if ya don't trust me, least I can do is make ya feel a bit better". Her tone remained the same softness it had before... the heat left his brain slightly as he struggled to even remember."Hug..w-well I did hug my f-friend", "guessin' that ain't so easy to do". He shook his head.

"How 'bout ya hug me!". He seemed to physically recoil at the notion. "What ya think a fully deoderated gal ain't good enough?!", "I don't even frigging know ya", "that's true...then again...". She made another offer to lift him up, continuing her conversation as she gently assisted him back up. "Hugs're the best way to trust som'one, so...", she raised her arms out in antici...

Pation, he falteringly embraced her. The metal pressuring against her arms slightly as he await a response, almost automatically, her arms completed the embrace, finding their ways around the back of his neck and resting gently on his opposite shoulders. His breath hitched at how...safe it felt, melting in her embrace. His breathing steadied out slightly as she began rocking to the sides slightly. "There, there, it's alright...", her voice was like cotton candy by this point, his chin started quivering slightly. Her grip loosened after a while. Eventually dipping back down to her diminutive size. 

"Feelin' better?", "y-yeah...I...I-I think-". His voice broke, in a brief instant he broke into a blubbering fountain of tears. "You good?!", the genuine concern in her voice only drove his tears more as he looked up, piercing white pupils wavering from behind the Davetrap mask. "W-what, I...I, w-why are you...". She offered out her hands once again, feverishly accepting her gentle strokings of his head as she continued to reassure him. "Jus' in my nature bud, ain't that complex...people like ya come my way, I do what I can t' help".

"R-really?", "dude if I wanted to fuck with ya then I'd have a reason", "do you?". She laughed, a warm full chested laugh rang out, barely echoing amidst the void. "HA! nah dude yer fine!". She continued stroking his head until he pulled away. "Yer...nice, heh a-ain't had somethin' like that for a long time", "wan' me to keep going?", "n-no! not now...". She nodded, shoving her hands back into her jackets.

In a quick move, she whipped her fingers back out into finger guns, snapping them as she lent against one leg for extra emphasis. "Oh shit! ya wan' that thing off?!", "y-you can do that?!". She made grabby hands at his head once again "yeyeyeyyeyeyeah", slowly beginning the process of removing the mask, "don't ya need a hand cra-", "yer dead". He struggled to nod a sign of comprehension until it finally came off. "So ya are cute~!", the sudden flirtatious tone caught him slightly off guard. She continued to etch the rest of the suit off him, finally pulling him away by  one free hand before any further springlocks claimed a freebie.

His height was one of the things she was already aware of, alongside his neck cracking as it completed his towering height. But the jarring 2 dimensional, almost, blocky, feel of Dave still caught her off guard, though slight puncture holes and open wounds broke the illusion here and there. He looked down at her properly, pulling a few muscles. "Thanks for that. Didn't think ya'd care enough to be honest", "why the hell wouldn't I give a shit about ya?!". He seemed to have finally had a mental shutdown on that comment. "Y-you...", his laughter rang out as he doubled over. "Eh...I don't really mind if ya believe me 'r not...kinda stuck with me bud", "eh-heh...hah?", "I mean I know this place better than ya so like...". She rolled her hand to conclude her sentence, "so what's to say you ain't doin' this to fuck with me?", "good point...how's this, I make you do horrible shit 'n I blow my-".

She faltered slightly on that proposal, "nah...too intense 'n 'dundent...".  She pondered for a moment until she pounded a fist into an open palm. "NYAH! I don't fuck with ya, ya can be my friend!, "...but...". In a rhythmic pattern, David then started contemplating. "I'm gonna be honest yer makin' my head spin a lil", "Penny chan, hire able as the Shinigami if ya need. Lover of tech, terrified of slugs 'n kids", "why'd you bring up a fear?", "eh, jus' felt like it". He contemplated her words, "Dave, love simple things...I dunno what I really hate to be honest".

"Eh it's fine", "really?". His tone perked up at the notion, "yeah, no pressure dude, go your flow". Her wording kept adding more and more complication to his situation. "Wait, so I don't gotta...". He seemed to falter more. "I mean it ain't that complex, some shit y'just gotta keep to yaself, y'know?". She seemed slightly fixated on his arms, "oh shit, brb". "br-", in a split instant she had disappeared.

Nice enough to help him out the suit like it was nothing, willing to embrace and console him...His head was still pounding from the comment before. "'Sup". She was back, medical kit shoved under her shoulder. "Huh?", "what, some peeps gotta fix up their wounds 'fore they go on 'less they linger". He rubbed his temple slightly, "yer gonna...fix me?", "I mean the wounds yeah", "I-I'm sorry this is just startin' to fuck with me ya know?", "oh no dude totally get it, just gonna bandage up yer wounds 'n let 'em heal so yer body can learn that 'n do it automatically".

Penny chan gestured for him to sit as she began rummaging around. "So, how exactly does this place work?", "I mean not all people end up here, some just kinda get dropped where I am. If ya do tho then ya gotta wander there yourself". Her clawed fingers delicately dabbed antiseptic on the wounds, moving it around to clean up the edges. "As I said before though, some folks ain't lucky 'n end up with permanent deformities from their deaths". She made a subtle flip of the clump of hair covering her right eye, he lifted it. A nearly 10cm gaping hole greeted him, it's fleshy depth seemingly infinite. He shuddered, "eh know some poor bastard who got his upper torso ripped clean off, got a fear of losing his central spine's control now". She continued cleaning up the wounds before pulling out the plasters, "Y'want Hello Kitty 'r My Melody?", "I don't really know those guys", "My Melody it is". She stuck the smaller ones over the minute punctures whilst using regular plasters and  extra bandaging over the gaping holes covering his arms. One done she motioned him to sit up a bit better so she could address the one caving in his chest. "I mean hey, already got the immortality thing goin' for ya". She moved closer, leaning over as she began work on it. His chest physically pulsated under her touch as she worked, politely ignoring it until she grappled around for the bandages, his hand met hers slightly as he brought them up to her, "thanks...", "no prob.

Finally, he looked somewhat better, despite the fact his face was now 10 shades deeper than the rest of his body. "Feelin' better?", "yes'm. He squeaked his response out as she sat back, tidying up the medical kit. "Ya wanna head to my place then?". They had already lingered for what seemed like an eternity, sitting crosslegged as they blathered back and forth. "You have yer own place?", "ye". She nodded her head rapidly, causing her tongue to slip out from the corner of her mouth. It seemed to change in shape and size, from goofily rounded to it's natural state? (he wasn't completely sure if it was supposed to be point and nearly 15cm but-)

She helped him up once again, letting him put some of his weight against her shoulder. "Listen, I know this sounds kinda dumb seein' as I don't even know what ya do or where you're takin' me but...are we, like, friends now?", "I dunno, y'wanna be? I mean I just kinda let people call me whatever", "how's about old Sport". That familiar warm laugh wheezed out of her, "go nuts! dun really care". He beamed, "thanks fer that Sportsy!" "no prob pal!". She gave him a slightly unsettling grin, "sorry, kinda suck at controlling my face", "it's cool", "manage t' convince ya I ain't a threat?". He seemed to contemplate that question. Nice enough to console, get him out the suit and bandage him up and give him weird advice. "Ya I'd say so", neat!". She patted his back gently as they continued past the registration desk.

#my stupid ass fic #dsaf dave miller #the less OC knowledge the better :) #I just put two single celled dumbasses together tho #dsaf

[nesiclor]

(This is a long ass post)

Recently I decided to rewatch Steven Universe and as much as it's good, I'm still dissapointed by how they had to rush the finale and especially the epilogue. There was a lot of potential for I Am My Monster and I am a connoisseur of protagonist turned apeshit. So, just like I made a reimagine of Lush Caves, I made a reimagine of I Am My Monster, with a bonus storyline at the end(shitpost warning because I had no idea what to do for the dialogue. (Close-ups are below the cut)

Unironic notes:

Steven grows in size every time he feels attacked/surrounded. This is utilising the concept in Growing Pains where he grows when he feels stressed and scared in the hospital.

Spikes growing out of Steven's body should serve a purpose, since it's shown that he isn't exactly corrupted, but instead shapeshifting.

The slow-burn could be assisted with Steven fighting against his family and friends in an actual battle for him to see himself as a monster as it goes on, rather than going from 0 to 100 from one episode to the next. As for why he would be attacked, could be that he is lost in the mindset that he can mess up without facing the concequences, which means he could feel like he can attack the gems to avoid the confrontation he had in Everything's Fine, making the gems fight back for the sake of everyone's safety. An obvious idea would also be that when Bismuth, Lapis and Peridot show up to help, they see Steven attacking without getting a good look at who he is, attacking automatically, provoking him even more.

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Note that the comic isn't a scene-by-scene, but more of a plot point-by-plot point. In an actual episode, there should be more pauses to let the weight of the situation set in. ALSO C'MON! POOF SOME BITCHES! ADD MORE TENSION! BREAK STUFF INSTEAD OF GOING *stomp stomp* grawbuhrgrawargh ON THE BEACH!

And just in case you get any ideas you'd like to add on to all this, then go right ahead. I would love to see like one of the most crucial parts of the show's character developments actually have more to it.

Anyway, here is a bonus brainstorm I had continuing after the small comic:

Lapis trapping Steven could happen because Steven tries to run away after poofing Amethyst. Steven would start running past Little Homeschool, allowing Lapis to spot him from the tower. Lapis would use a lake to restrict Steven, while Connie warps over with Lion to try to calm him down. Then the last couple of panels in the comic could happen. Lapis gets poofed, and Steven becomes big enough for all of Little Homeschool to notice. Steven runs further into the forest after his signature GRWARBHURGABRAWH. It turns out Steven was running over to Jasper's camp, only to see she's not there. Steven looks around before a boulder gets lobbed at his face. Bismuth and Peridot caught up with him and try to fight him, since they don't know it's Steven. But they quickly start to make a run for it, Peridot flying away with Bismuth while Steven jumps towards them. They're just about to be caught before Sardonyx hops up and bonks Steven in the face with her hammer. Sardonyx unfuses and tells Bismuth and Peridot to hide beneath the trees and stay quiet. They ask how to take the thing down but Garnet says "Don't attack him." Of course they ask "Him?", leading to Garnet elaborating that it's Steven. And, this is IMPORTANT AND THEY DIDN'T DO IT, add a shot of STEVEN thinking. Just STEVEN looking around. He gets lost in thought before he looks back at Little Homeschool and makes his way back to it. The gems hear the thudding get quieter and sigh in relief, explaining what they know about the situation. Their conversation gets cut off when they hear where Steven is going. Steven goes back to Little Homeschool and starts grunting and gazing around, punching holes into buildings and looking inside of them. Then drama drama before the Diamonds show up in their ship, pausing the commotion by picking Steven up and Spinel coming out to say he forgot his foot-thong-thingy. The Diamonds pause to see that Steven is missing and ask where he is, also getting explained to by the gems. They look at their spaceship-hand as Steven is charging up a roar that powers the entire ship down and causes it to crash. Steven walks up to the ship and stares at the sculpture of White's face on the ship, his pupils dilating. Then he goes into full mania as he punches the ship over and over. Then idk lol.

If you're wondering why Steven would be looking for Jasper, my idea is that Jasper helped him have actual control over his power, just not how he felt mentally. Steven thinks his form is his powers swelling up again and feels like Jasper is his only hope.

#steven universe #steven universe future

[altocat]

Would really like to see a more serious take on that 'Aerith haunting Sephiroth' ask. Maybe her spirit haunts him after she gets killed?

Can do! I been doing a lot of shitposting today so I'm in the mood for some serious angst. Also this may be canon in the fic world of A Monster's Threads lol.

-For starters, in most versions of the Altoverse, Sephiroth and Aerith knew each other in the lab as children, with specific plans in place to breed them once they reached adulthood. Sephiroth was also completely infatuated with Ifalna and desperately wanted her as his surrogate mother.

-After Sephiroth--or Jenova piloted by Sephiroth's will--kills Aerith, he's completely smug and satisfied. The last Cetra eliminated. The last threat in his way. Gone. He's won. He only needs to wait for his good little puppet to reach him and then it's over for the humans.

-That's when Sephiroth begins...seeing things. Wherever his consciousness drifts, another entity follows him. A tiny girl in green clinic pajamas, her torso stained with blood, her eyes sad and accusing. Why did you do this? You were supposed to protect me. Why, Sephy?

-At first, he's irritated. Go join the other lower creatures in the Lifestream. He has no idea what you're talking about. You can't save them. He continues on with his scheming, waiting for Cloud's arrival, watching the chaos unfold. But the girl keeps... appearing. Here. There. All around him. Always so small and frail, bloodied and crying. I trusted you. You were my friend.

-He doesn't understand. What does she MEAN? Is she seriously trying to make him feel regret? Feel anything at all beyond his own divine machinations? He wishes he could just block her out, make her go away. But she just. Keeps. Coming.

-That's when the flashes come. She brings them every time she gets closer. Feelings. Sensations. A cold tile floor. The scent of fragrant summer apples. A waterfall. A smoky rooftop. She brings them all in little stinging pockets, his mind recoiling, reeling in rage. And still she pleads with him. This has to stop. This has to end.

-But he can't let it end. He WON'T let it end. He's a god. A God beyond all recognition and imagination. She needs to be quiet. She needs to stay away.

-When she brings the woman to him, their hands linked together, he nearly feels himself spiraling. He can't see the woman's face. It's too hazy. He can only stare at her beautiful copper brown hair, her delicate skin and long red skirt. Those linked hands. Oh gods. He's going to be sick. He needs Jenova. He needs her to take it away.

-More flashes. More faces. All imposed on each other. Aerith's. The woman's. Jenova's. And a fourth, this one hazier than all the others, flashing, hands unable to reach him. In his mind, his Masamune shoots into them all again and again and again, severing them, ripping them apart, ripping HIMSELF apart.

-Bu the time he receives the Black Materia, Sephiroth is possibly more deranged than ever. And with Meteor's steady approach, the visits begin to die down. Less visions. No more pain. He doesn't care anymore, can no longer feel them, or anything else. It will all burn. All of it will be consumed by the fire. He will absorb everything and nothing will ever touch him again.

-And Aerith knows, through grief and regret and love and hate, that it's over. It's too late for him now. Far too late.

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #asks #final fantasy 7 #Aeriseph #aeris gainsborough #Ifalna #Jenova #Lucrecia Crescent #A Monster's Threads #Angst

[octotriosimp]

So stupid little thing I've been thinking of is me and my older sister who both play twst being transported and having to deal with it and not wanting to tell the characters the fact that we kinda know a lot about them because it might fuck things up and so there is two technical students her and me and Grim because chaotic neutrals stick together.

We go through the normal stuff but I chase down the eels because scary friends mean I am scary and also they're hot and tall

It works out and now I have two threatening eel friends

Gets close with the rose painting gang as well

Riddle's overblot happens

Panic ensued

Instead of the normal fight I just fucking run up to him and kiss him on the cheek

Confusion is the best tactic for distraction

Gives the others a opening to hit him with magic

I solve the rest of the overblots like this

My sister is in pain from me doing in but it works

Continue friendship with eels and also develop a relationship with Azul.

Platonic of course but octopus boy is good boy I love him.

When Azul overblots instead of kissing him I just straight up show him the picture.

And also maybe kiss Floyd and Jade in front of him you never know.

I will also give Jade mushrooms I'm not a monster.

I however will not play basketball with Floyd I do not want to die.

Also yes I will join the gargoyle appreciation club hello Hornton.

And the mountain exploring I honestly don't know it's official name.

But exploring mountains for finding mushrooms sounds pretty cool.

After a few months I will let them hug me I will help them before that but they cannot hug me before that I do not want to die that much

(A/N can you tell how much I love the eels? Because it's a lot)

(A/N this is basically just a shitpost for funsies)

The second I know they won't kill me yes it's cuddle time every time no escaping not that I or they would want to.

Staying up late taking care of Jade's mushrooms fuck yeah

Swimming in the pool that were definitely not allowed to be in with Floyd sounds fun count me in.

Playing games well just vibing with them sounds great.

(A/N this is mostly for the eels but I will do ones for the others later)

During winter break since they're here as well I can imagine just cuddling and watching movies just way too late and just accidentally falling asleep.

10 out of 10 would cheer Floyd on during basketball games from far away I do not have good enough luck to stick that close.

I will eat whatever weird mushroom thing Jade makes if he poisons me that's his own fault.

Yes I will go meet their parents because I love them maybe a bit too much.

(A/N kind of off topic but I just love the mermen forms so much their tails are so long it makes me so happy I can't explain it it just does.)

I will eat unagi in front of them if they make me angry.

That is a threat

Final rating 11 out of 10 I love them.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #jade leech

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Last legacy MC/ OC getting their period and their LI taking the time to understand the situation. To comfort/heal with spice and fluff in the mix of this shitpost. I might go back and proofread it later. Also, decided to focus on last legacy more (rime and felix) in the future FYI. Might do a part 2 with the side characters. Enjoy!

Felix Iskander Escellun:

At the beginning he was perplexed as to why you looked pale and sweaty during your lessons with each Starwsworn. Then he acknowledged Anisa, Sage, and Elowen sometimes checking on you constantly after sparing or meals. Especially Stella following your every move throughout the halls of blackthorn. He would even see Scylla, Florian, and Tulsi giving you little treats every now and then. Saaros or Ayanna had checked-in to see if you were coping throughout the day as well. As always you tell them your fine but none believed your false words. Nevertheless, the minutes tick by as the world continues to live and rotate on it's axis. Not stopping for anyone or any cycle or season if you know what I mean clap your hands and cry.

Then when he sees you go to mid-redemption Rime who seems to give you a pat on the head with a small smile he hasn't seen in years. This man feels useless without magic already on top of being newly confident nowadays. You guys are usually awkward but it's your thing he doesn't know how to be straightforward. Panic attack! Slap in the face! Heave a breathe. Then cry in a corner as Stella watches to judge you silently. Okay, I can handle this. You got this felix!! :)

Believe me when the pain was worse this time around to the point on the third day you collapse during your lesson with Felix learning a shield spell and incantation. Of course, you had told him you were fine, except he didn't take your word anymore and carried you. (YES, I said carried you on pure adrenaline and motivation to your guy's shared bed this man had activated). 

Once he tucked you under the warm covers with stella he kissed your forehead to only grab every single book to learn more about the body he overlooked before. I would think he was there for Scylla when she got hers but never asked many questions. Knowing him and rime these idiots skipped health class because they're know-it-all's. (Escell grounded him for a week or two. He tried to run away but failed to realize his Insigna. Note to self get rid of that blasted thing in the future.)

Anyway he seeks help from the others by asking questions this time. Afterword, he comes back to you by laying out a makeshift heating pad on your stomach. Anisa created with Florian that has your favorite herbs to settle your nerves. He puts extra pillows from Sage and Rime's room to help you sit up. Tulsi, Elowen, Saaros,  and Ayanna had been at the market when Felix asked them to buy you fruit and cheese with crackers to dine on with water. He also brought his midnight olives to feed you in the meantime. Right before bedtime he runs a bath for you, if you want one, with bath salts by Scylla he owes a favor too by the way. 

The warm water feels heavenly. He asks you if he can massage your shoulders or hips in the water. My man's got hands that are smooth like butter (hint:bts). If your ticklish he slowly eases you into it by distracting you with his CHARM and SHARP TONGUE. 

Felix: Relaxed now? Do you need confirmation of my underlying love? I'm pleased to help you understand the importance of self-care? 

MC/ OC: Seems intriguing. Although, professor I learn better with hands-on activities than self-taught. You taunt him smashing water at him he blocks with his freckled arm.

He licks his lip gazing upon you and all your glory thanking any gods for meeting you when he needed a new beginning in his life. All while you evaporate amongst this heat as he enjoys your blush expression. Excuse me judge(horny jail).

Toweling each other off you head to bed. Cuddles, your honor. Stella licks both your toes before bed as a kiss good night. You try to sleep but stare into each other's eyes, rubbing circles on each other's backs whispering nothing but fantasies you both want to experience together in your future. Thanking him you promise to come to him when you need comfort or satisfaction. Bumping foreheads you lead him into a slow soft kissing session. Only to share giggles when you guys catch your breath to fall asleep into a warm embrace full of freedom. 

Rime Solano Varela:

We're talking about before redemption this man has stalked you for gaining your weaknesses and downfall. He notices firsthand that you look ill or hunched over when the others glance away for a moment. His pride bargains to take you out when he realizes you just seem closed off or don't bark an insult to him. Not even an attempt to summon "his" relic. To which leads himself to backtrack for the day and reconsider what the hell's wrong with you? He feels conflicted in his broken state of mind every time he thinks of you in pain. Bambi feels a pain in his coldhearted chest. He ignores it and continues to seek more info and learn new spells to attack you with next time you feel yourself again to have a real battle. 

If this is redemption rime who tries gaining his old comrades and ex lover approval/ trust he teaches you with one-on-one healing or elemental spells. He seems to call you out this week when he recalls the exact tired look he's seen you suppress certain weeks when he stalked you beforehand. As a healer he took it upon himself to comprehend the human body by the books and manuscripts over the years. He's rusty but not dumb unlike a stinky cat man. (Somewhere sage sneezes into his keg). Taking precaution he grabs your wrist to lead you to Florians garden sitting you down gently.

Unaware of his next actions thinking he will lecture you on poisons he grabs a bowl and mixes red and orange plants and powders together he found in a glass cabinet nearby in the greenhouse. Curiosity burns within you or a fever coming on. You shiver. Oh no! He strides over to sit next to you and ask to cup your hands together. As you do with a confused expression he pours the mixture into your sweaty hands. Stare?!

MC/ OC: Is there a point to what you just did or is this a prank to make me suffer?

Rime: Hush and watch starlight. ;)

Surprise his gloved hand hover over yours as he twirls his hand above in a circle. You notice the powder twisting into a small tornado. It soon spirals around you both as your amazement shows he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close. It astounded you to feel he has warmed his hands with a heat spell to rub circles on your hips and thighs. Pure bliss! Your lidded eyes gaze at the powder which appears to show small creatures galloping in the wind. 

Then rime caresses your cheek to cup your chin and turn your gaze upon him instead of his magic. You hate to say he came into your life as your enemy but in turn you were a villain in his story as well. Earlier you offered a hand to him and asked to work and forgive each other slowly over time he accepted. Only for a second he leaned in to peck your nose as he chuckled at your red-tinted features comparing them to the red-ish powder he just prepared on the dot for you. You pushed him away at the comment to bumble for a comeback but flushed ever more at his raised brow. 

Still, the sun setting he leads you into his guest room felix gave him for the convenience of him being there and to piss escell off more likely. Laying on your back to relieve the pain he leaves for a few minutes to return with a hot meal Tulsi and Scylla made as elowen snacked on his cookies he announced irritated. (She knows what she's doing.) He also mentions lecturing felix, sage, and anisa to be more aware of your period signs before it starts to become worse for you and the team as a whole. Passing saaros on the way back to the room he asks them to let the others also know you will be out for a week. Until he heals you back on your feet. For the team sake not his. (Stop staring at him fandom with hope in your eyes. It's disgusting). He makes sure you have your fill and stay hydrated. 

Lastly, he put a cold wet towel on your forehead to relieve the fever you failed to hide. He rambles about the old days as you listen content on his soothing choir voice. He's about to clean up the room until you poke his butt with your foot and ask him to sing you a song. Silence. Why are you like this to him only? Because you caught feelings for him! ….What? ….what?! Giving up he lays with you to cuddle you that has him twirling your hair in his palms. Singing a tune of, "Your Love" by Daithi De Nogla cause I said so. Breathing on his chest listening to his silky voice he might fall asleep forgetting the mess for the next morning to find you fast asleep. In his bed. With him. In his arms. Holding tighter he kisses your head to thank the stars for giving him a second chance to learn to live again not as a broken abomination but a person you can be comfortable to survive long enough for him to swallow his pride and love again. 

Anisa Anka:

Typically you both pig out at the market and feed each other when you're alone together. It was hot as usual while holding hands to keep close in the crowded area. Sage and Tulsi headed back early to eat lunch at her shop to wait for more customers to wear her out. Rime and Felix decided to look for more ingredients to brew more protection spells. That's what they said but you and anisa noticed them head toward a stall filled with questionable novelty. (Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious.) Saaros was busy with escell and orion to meet up that day. And Ayanna had kicked you both out with her thick thighs and swift movement of her fluffy tail. And Elowen just bailed liked a ninja promiseing to meet up later.

Sweet, savory, spicy, and sour juices flowed over your tongue. Enjoying the moment with your lover had been short-lived. Cramps we're motherfudger. :( pure agonizing pain creeped up your spine with no warning what so ever. Whimpering silently next to her you try to bite your lip to not ruin the atmosphere of serenity but your period fights back. Clutching the table of nearby food stall anisa finally turns to notice you bending over yourself. Sweaty as you are she pampers you expecting you to tell her what's wrong. I think she knows but would want verbal confirmation from your bruised lips to be left with the option of hauling you back to her place by piggyback. As a women she knows all to well about the unwelcome friend that stops by every month.

Ayanna waiting for your return had cleaned up to realize anisa's haste to boil water on the stove. She catches a look at you seemingly past out on the bed with drool coming out your mouth. She heads out to get you necessities for your cramps with the intention of giving privacy as a perk of her absence. (Cough...cough. Wink...wink.Kiss the girl!) Rolling her eyes anisa goes out of her way to cover you up and fluff the pillows leveling your timid frigid figure. Thanking her she pats your hand to only say she will never leave your side no matter the cost. Anisa: I promise on my life to honor the knighthood to protect my dearest companion in trying times! Nothing will stop me!

MC/ OC: Kitten….the stove is on fire…..and yes I will be your soldier too now and forever!

Stop. Drop. And roll. The fire is out and you tell anisa just to wait for ayanna to come back with safe supplies for you. She rubs her face in exhaustion and you giggle beckoning her to sit in the bed with you. Moping on top of your stomach she takes her gloves off to rub circles around your lower abdomen while her teeth graze your chest. It tickles but she wants to take your mind off the pain for merely your sake and a little of her feeling excited to ravish you in your time of need. Peck's here and there on your thighs to licking up your stomach while looking at you. (I need help…I just want her to pin me your honor. And I'm not even gay. But I still deliver!!)

Eventually, anisa mom returns to see you both fell asleep wrapped together in the blanket like a burrito. She had bumped into the others at the market when they asked of both your absence and she gladly told them of you two missing. And to expect it for the harsh days to come. Later that week they all would check up on the two of you for reassurance of your health. Sadly, she wakes you up to let you change and wash up for dinner. Anisa helps her mom in the kitchen fixing a meal you favored.  To then layout an outfit she wore in her old training days. She helps you dress slowly to worship your beautiful body and wants to make you blush more than she is right now. Sharing a homemade meal ayanna shares some anisa childhood stories to leave you and her in a fit of laughter with tears beading your lashes. 

Anisa cleans up and you both say goodbye to ayanna who salutes you two to have fun tonight but not too much because you need to rest. And her daughter just hisses at her to leave while ayanna just swishes her hips abandoning you to giggle at her teasing. Having the home to yourself you grab anisa by the waist and pin her to the mattress burning your neck into her neck. She sighs as she squeezes you to tell you she is so glad to have you thrown into her life when she wished for a purpose to serve. Now she realizes she just yearned to be seen for her self-serving hard-work which you were the first to call her out on her BS of rulebook 101. 

Manuvering to peep at her she turns to peep back with a simple creeping on her cheery rose face. You tell her nothing but sweet words with sweet promises to hear her heartbeat rise in her chest at each syllable. You tossle her pink brownish hair with your nimble fingers to gently coax her into a slumber. Silly you had slept after being lulled to slumber by her intoxicating scent. The next day she watches you sleep propped on an elbow to be joyful to exist together until you decide to leave on a white steed into the sunset like in her childhood books.  Rather this time she will be holding the leash to guide you on your journey with her forever more. 

Sage Lesath:

Cat man is clueless to why you've been avoiding him this coming week. He thought he did something and got frustrated so he went to the other three. Rime assumed it was his presence that scared them off and led sage to snap his teeth at him. (Boys will be boys) Then felix added that maybe it was the fact he takes up half the bed with a shitty grin. Tired of the two mages he turned to anisa who sipped her tea and coaxed that he should ask you personally. Ruthlessly teasing him that it was probably the bite marks he had left on you every damn time his hair was combed by you. F u all I'm not needy!?

Roaming the halls of fanthom he heads outside to see you sitting in the grass near the water with the big tree and broken bridge up above. Heading over he wraps his tail around your shoulder to throw your guard off to tickle your nose with his as you turn to him finally. You beam at him with the animated look you give him when he sees you. However, this face has bags under their eyes with blotches on their cheekbones and goosebumps all around their legs and arms. You try to say your well but he ignores your words and carries you off to his room by hauling you over his shoulder like sheep did with fiona. You know the scene.(Donkey! Right behind you shrek!)

Pining you to the bed he wraps any blankets he can find as you taunt him to be more gentle since it's his first period. He bites back that tulsi is on her way to help the star sworn make dinner for you and bring you your lady things.(in my opinion, raising tulsi he might had stole stuff to help her in her time of need but never pushed her to talk about it). In the current time anisa stopped by with saaros and her mom to drip off spa treatments you can use to clear off your face and relax your body. 

Rime and felix were busy making a disastrous dinner while elowen jumped into salvage the meal cussing them out to stop adding random stuff into the pot. Scylla and florian stopped by to visit felix and then heard of your situation to fill a basin of water with ice cubes to keep you hydrated. And a potted small tree to leave as a period gift to admire with a bottle of aroma from Scylla to mix in your bath. Wink at you and sage. Additionally, sage was busy guarding you with his life to anyone who got to close to you two. Stella was kicked out twice and somehow found her way back. (She on demon time)!? So on the minutes ticked by as he made sure you were hydrated and warm in his rough embrace with his big arms.

Sage: Is this enough? Do you need me to go get a healer or anisa again?

MC/ OC: The one thing you can do for me is to let me touch those fluffy ears and tail!;) Red like a hot pepper he lets you caress his tufts of white/silver fur to purr until his heart skips a beat like a madman. Grabbing his tail you yank on it a little along with his braided hair coming undone like him. Biting his lip he adores you, stating how he wants you to do whatever you like to him. Smiling like a fool you kiss his abs to hear him growl under his heated breath. Pulling back you boop his nose and say time to eat as you smell a savory aroma in the air. He lays there for a minute to then follow you to the main hall to eat while sharing a glance here and there. The others roll their eyes at the display you guys fail to hide admit the humble chatter.

Returning to the room after saying good night to your friends and foes(sage vs rime). You go back to cuddling on the bed to have sage's tail wrap around your lower core to pull you into his chest. He rest his chin on top of your head to purr to distract yourself from the mild painn you felt from all the affection he showed with the other today. You could cry. Instead, you grab his scarred  hands to lead them to straddle your hips as he catches on to heat up with his skillful hands he brags daily about to you.

Sleeping peacefully in the night he wakes up to home you close and wonder what the hells you see in him?? An alcoholic with commitment issues that can't handle discovering a friend or lover in pain again. He peers at you to pay attention to his random thoughts filled with you and a toothy grin spreading across his lips. Mother night. His thoughts reel to one conclusion. In his final moments of sanity, before corruption takes over, he will do anything to vanquish the darkness within him to see another starlit sky with you. A chance to put his beer down. Wipe his face. Flash you his signature look(you know the look). And tell you that he will howl your name till his throat gives out to let the world know he's yours and you are his and no one will change his mind.

#fictif #last legacy #female reader #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #anisa anka #sage lesath #fictif last legacy #slight lemon #soft fluff

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May I hear all about Nepenthe 👀

omg sure, I'm still working on her & need to discuss how she works with the dms, but I can give you what I have! idk how much you know about matt's exandria setting, but that's where she's from and it informs her story

if anyone ever wants more in-depth stuff that isn't art, I do have a writing sideblog where I put most of my character things, including shitposts

(warning for below the cut: there's a picture of a tarantula at the bottom)

one of the tenets of lolth is ‘it’s better to be loved than feared but you can certainly try to be both’ and she definitely tries to embody that. she trusts her community implicitly and while they may not have her best interests at heart she’s willing to be self-sacrificing if it serves a greater purpose

to bullet point it:

she’s bi, 377, 5′8″, neutral evil. I might tweak one of the existing paladin oaths b/c none of the them fit her exactly. a friend also found one called ‘oath of webs’

personality-wise she’s pretty amiable? very social, encouraging, a good team-player, enjoys card games and communal activities. she prefers to be straightforward where she can, it’s unlikely she’ll stab you in the back but rather the front. she's not the person you send to be a spy or assassin

she's from a surface culture of warriors (the many hosts of igrathad) that's a series of villages always fighting each other. the kryn dynasty (good drow) step in like "stoppit" and the many hosts don't love this, b/c they love to solve things by fighting. her parents however embrace the peace and worship the luxon (mysterious light god who's essence is broken up into beacons)

nepenthe's older sibling (she’s the 2nd oldest of 5) is sent to fight in a war for the kryn who brought them "peace" and disappears. nepenthe is furious, thinks her parents are soft-spined

children of malice (followers of lolth) latch onto this since they're sneaking around the many hosts and convince her to join their cult b/c that's what cultists do

she moves to dumaran (children of malice settlement that's a buncha tunnels) & becomes a paladin of lolth, makes some hobgoblin buddies & has a hobgoblin mentor

they discover the kryn dynasty are sending people to the underdark beneath tal'dorei (different continent) to recruit drow & search for more beacons. children of malice want in on that, but for lolth

she's sent across the world w a team to do this, they find vierna. she's a hot mess but not beyond help. she’s one of a few survivors where she lives cuz the chained oblivion is tearing them apart, lisa

they take her home, show her the way back to lolth. they fall in love, they have a baby (nepenthe carried), they're good parents! vierna proves herself ruthless & imaginative and claws her way up in status

but vierna is like a cold-blooded scientist and is like "ok you have this reservoir of lolth's blood you're guarding, why not use it." lolth's blood is what turns drow into driders in this universe. she works up an antivenom that can revert driders back into their original form but the process is taxing and painful. the person also has to want to change back

after a few initial tests the leaders are like "this is going great, and since you're so confident in it, we should use nepenthe :^)"

they do that, nepenthe is a sometimes-drider now 🕷

unfortunately with great power comes a steep price—the transformations are changing her body over time, and she might eventually succumb to wanting to be a drider all the time. lolth's blood is addicting and driders can go mad from the thirst (I'm sure there are driders who have found ways around this, but for the purpose of this story they haven't met them)

oh great now their daughter's run away b/c she's been manipulated by the archeart!! (parallel to nepenthe running away from her family hehehe) and the cult is like "omg bring her back it's v important you do" & nepenthe is like "you don't need to tell me twice"

their daughter is 66, they kind of infantilize her. they don’t realize she made the decision herself to leave

vierna’s like panic-trying to concoct a way to make sure nepenthe doesn't lose her mind. nepenthe has a strong will but she’s not infallible, especially since it’s a slow erosion

she also has a pet giant spider named cookie who stays behind in dumaran to keep vierna company and eat house intruders. she looks like this:

tl;dr she's a sometimes drider b/c her wife made an antivenom to lolth's blood but it's imperfect and she's changing over time. her fate can be pulled in one of many directions but her main goal is to find her daughter & bring her home safe

I didn’t realize I had so much but thank you for the ask and if you made it this far, hats off to you!!

#asks #controlledchaosetc #nepenthe aurellyn #not art #me: i haven't done that much (types it out) oh nvm #well at least i can put it on her document now #spider cw #exandria

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I posted 3,528 times in 2022

That's 3,484 more posts than 2021!

283 posts created (8%)

3,245 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 419 of my posts in 2022

#muktaa's train of thought - 37 posts

#desiblr - 22 posts

#rrr - 21 posts

#ram x reader - 16 posts

#ram x wife!reader - 14 posts

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#ughhh - 5 posts

#no - 5 posts

#huh - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#there were actually very low hopes i'd be a girl because from papa's side there was no girl born in the family for almost 7 generations

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#5

Anyhows this is olive like 5 seconds after bringing down my curtain. 🤦🏻‍♀️

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113 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#4

Tears and fire

Ya girl wrote this instead of prepping for Psych exams, cause ram is the LOML

“For the last time Ram!! You can’t throw yourself into situations WHERE YOU CAN DIE!!”

“I HAD A PLAN!!

“JUMPING OFF A BURNING BRIDGE WITH ONE ROPE AROUND YOUR WAIST WAS A PLAN!!???”

Ram slumped at that realizing that, in hindsight, he should have come up with a better idea, but damn if he admitted that to her. She’d hold it over his head for eternity he knew. Exhaling deeply, he said, “Y/n the boy was going to die. I was there, I was in a place to save him, so I did. It’s as simple as that.”

Y/n scoffed at that/ It was “as simple as that’? Really? Did he not know that he couldn’t keep pulling stunts like this anymore. He had someone else in his life, for god’s sake. Someone who actually cared for him, someone whom he ahad a responsibility of coming home safe to. 

Tears pricked at y/n eyes as she recalled every time Ram had come home bloodied and bruised. Every time he moved, grimacing, because of another riot, another fight. This incident was just the tipping point for her fear to come spilling out. 

Realising that she would start crying if she stood there longer, y/n quickly turned away from him, wiping away at the few ears that were threatening to spill over.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t Ram. Just don’t. When you clearly aren’t going to listen to anything I say, I’m not going to spend my energy trying to make you.”

Ram felt a crack in his heart. They’d had arguments before, but nothing to the point where she looked so…………defeated. Never to the point where he’d seen tears in your eyes. There was far too heavy a weight on his chest from watching her eyes well up. Before he could open his mouth to say something, his wife glanced at the clock in the wall.

“I’m going to go make chai. You’ll be in our room?”

Ram’s throat was frozen, unable to speak after hearing the wobble in your voice. He could only manage to say, “I’ll-I’ll be here.”

She nodded, back still towards him.

Y/n should have been more careful. The whole time in the kitchen all she could think of was Ram. Ram and his stupid, self-sacrificial tendencies. Ram and his stubbornness to ignore his own pain. Ram and his recklessness towards himself. The first time he’d come home bleeding from god knew how many injuries, barely able to walk. All the times she’d had to patch him up, only to watch him again go to work.

The tears seemed to have a life of their own, because no matter how many times she wiped them away, they kept fogging up her eyes, causing her throat to hurt from the way she suppressed her sobs. 

And before she knew it, something extremely hot and boling fell all over her hand.

“AAHHHH!!”

Ram jumped at that, looking around frantically before realising it came from the kitchen- from y/n. Ram’s blood ran cold as he skidded into the kitchen, a million thoughts clamoring in his head. 

When he got there he almost collapsed. Y/n  with one hand red and shiny, clutching it to herself, tears freely streaming down her face. Almost losing all rational thought Ram dimly heard some part of his mind say, “Water”

Ram quickly wrenched a vessel from a shelf, going to the washroom to fill it up with water, thanking the gods above it was cold. Quickly filling it, he ran  back to where y/n was still sitting and gently submerged the burnt hand in the vessel. 

“What-how? What happened y/n?”

Y/n couldn’t speak for a few seconds, still crying, before taking a shaky breath and saying, “I-I was just making the chai and I was distracted and it spilled all over my hand.”

Ram winced at that, before feeling a flood of guilt overwhelm him. Hand locked with hers, he pulled it out of the water, taking her to a chair and getting the medicine box. 

Wrapping her hand in a bandage, he spoke, “Y’n- jaan I’m sorry, I’m so damn sorry.”

“Ram-”

“You were right. I can’t keep putting myself in positions where I could die. I can’t keep putting you through that. I ccan’t keep hurting you, and I hate that it’s taken you getting hurt to realise just how much hurt I’ve put you through. I’m sorry jaana, I’m so, so sorry”

Y/n could feel another flood of tears. Except this time they weren’t of sadness. They were from the utter, indescribable amount of love she felt for this man, looking at her like she’d hung the moon and stars for him. Pulling him into an embrace she felt him relax, hands coming around her, pressing her to him. 

“It’s ok bangaram. I’m ok. Just- just try not to die, yeah? I’d hate to be a widow so soon.”

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140 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

Watched sita ramam yesterday. I'm emotionally not ok. Send help and Sita's entire wardrobe please.

161 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#2

To everyone celebrating:

HAPPY DIWALI!!!

239 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fuck being someone's airport crush, what about being someone's mandir crush??

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Ok I normally don't use Anon anymore but I turned it for this because this is a hot take.

I really hate the new attitude popping up around interactions between celebrities and fans. I've noticed it a lot in the Boygenius fans, but more specifically Phoebe's fans. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Phoebe and wish her the best. She, and other celebrities, have a right to privacy that should not be taken away. However, there is a growing sentiment amoung her fans and other fandoms of artists where it is seen as a shameful, moral failing to want to say hi to them in public. I've even seen people shame fans for singing too loudly at concerts. And it just seems to me that if you make art, you should be ready to be recognized in public. It's just going to happen if you get big, it's a trade off your making. And on some level, the fans put the artist there with their support, so they are owed some form of appreciation. Now I'm not saying to harass people in public for autographs and pictures, I'm saying if you want to say a quick hello to a celebrity in public, it shouldn't be a shameful thing. I was at a Paramore show at the beginning of the year, and Julien Baker was sat a few seats away from me. I waited till after the show to try and say hi, but a fan stopped me and told me what I was doing was inherently wrong, even after I explained I just wanted to say a few quick words and be on my way. I really hate this new attitude popping up, I don't think there's anything wrong in wanting to tell your favourite artist that you like them.

Yeah, what the fuck is wrong with the person who told you not to sake hi to Julien. Btw, I hope you did!!!! I would LOVE to say hi to her she’s a queen.

A long time ago, during the One Direction days, Niall was known for this. a fan was kinda getting emotional and crying and a paparazzi guy got frustrated with her and told her off. Niall was instantly like “hey! You don’t pay my bills she does.” And I have always respected him for that.

It’s only inappropriate to interact with an artist in a handful of situations: if they’re in the restroom (maybe like wait for them to finish pissing before you go up to them), if they’re at the hospital or something and clearly experiencing some kind of pain etc, waiting outside their home or like stalking them to try and find where they’re staying, and maybe if they are with small children where attracting attention could become dangerous. That’s it. If they’re in a public space, not in immediate pain or danger, then I say fair game. As long as you are polite about it, I don’t see why not? Especially if it’s a chance encounter and you’re not, like, intentionally stalking them. If anything, I think I’ve said this before on here, but I would want MORE of their time, lmao. Like, if I ever run into Matty on the street, unless he’s like actively working (meaning shooting a music video or something), you bet your ass imma offer to buy him a cup of coffee if he has nowhere to be. I have SO. MANY. QUESTIONS. a quick hello would feel like too little.

In fact, back in his shitposting days (rip), a fan dmed Matty saying “saw you today in Manchester and wanted to say hello but you looked busy.” And Matty replied with “aw I’m only pretending to look busy always come and say hi if you see me.” I feel like that’s the appropriate vibe. If nothing serious is going on, go for it! And fuck whoever feels otherwise. You don’t wanna use your one and only shot to say hi to your favorite artist ever that’s your business. As for me, I definitely will.