#and no the answer is i can’t animate i’ve tried i suck at it

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

#kinda rushed #don’t know if this is going anywhere #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ficlet #mer writes sometimes #platonic stobin #i want what they have #steve and robin #eddie pov next ?? perhaps ?

[demilypyro]

I was diagnosed autistic very early, like, earlier than I can remember. I stood out in elementary school, couldn’t get along with the other kids, teachers didn’t know how to handle me, so eventually they had me examined, determined I was autistic as hell, and they moved me to a special education school for neurodivergent children... and I remained in special schools until... the end of high school.

Growing up in that environment, the looming question was always “will I be able to function normally in society one day?” and what sucks is, even after learning every masking technique in the book, after mastering eye contact and facial expressions and whatever else... the answer was still a maybe. I’ve always been right on the edge. Intelligent and functional enough that I should be able to live normally. And yet. Random stuff. Struggles I never got over. I couldn’t make it through college. I tried, but it just wasn’t happening. The environments, the situations, the people, it was all just... I toughed it out as long as I could. But it wasn’t happening. So here I am. In my 20s, a college dropout, no degree, self-employed...

I started making internet content as early as when I was 12 or so, never with a real vision, never with purpose, more like I just wanted to prove... that I was out there. That I had something to offer. A dozen different mediums, half-developed skills, art, animation, video editing, game design... streaming. That last one stuck, I guess. I can’t function normally in society, not really, not fully. I’m just pretending... But I’m out here. And as long as people like what I have to offer, I’ll keep offering it. That... helps me feel normal.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The Eclipse, Blood Moon, And Harvest Moon Show

Pairings: DJ Music Man/Blood Moon, Glamrock Bonnie/Harvest Moon

Word Count: 1,280 Words

Summary: Eclipse is rushing to finish everything, they get themself hurt in the process.

Warnings: Overworking, Injury, Cursing, Abuse, Anxiety Attack, let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 2: Eclipse Gets Hurt In VR Chat

“Welcome to the Eclipse, Blood Moon, and Harvest Moon Show. Or, just the Eclipse Show today, I guess. I’m working on something today and the twins are busy out with KC again so I don’t know if any of you are even interested in this but I’m welding and stuff so careful for anybody with seizures.”

“I’ve picked out all the ones meant for me and I’m going to have the computer read them to me and I’ll respond to comments and questions while I work because my father will be upset if I don’t finish soon.” Eclipse opened. They set up the play feature in his internal computer system connected to the computer recording them work across the room.

“‘Eclipse, what changed? Why are you acting nice?’” They paused the play feature, putting the next part into place.

“Honestly, I just don’t want to be how I was anymore. I was so angry and now I just want to change. I want to be better. I want to make it up to them, I do. I started with the twins, they know now they aren’t a mistake to me, and I shouldn’t have said they were. I want to apologize to Moon next, hopefully. I know I can’t apologize to Sun or Lunar yet. Both of them are still too angry with me. But I may have a chance with Moon.” They pressed play as they set the welder to attach the part they’d been holding in place and winced at their fingers getting some of the superheating metal and shook them.

“‘Eclipse, what pronouns are comfortable for you?’” He paused it.

“They/them today. Gender feels neutral today.” They stuck their hand into the awaiting water basin after the superheated metal was over to keep their hand from melting into the casing while pressing play.

“‘What is your favorite cake flavor?’” They paused.

“Uh, the only cake I’ve tried is the Matcha Moondrop cake at the PizzaPlex. It was okay, I guess. Not big on that flavor, I guess. I’d have to try more flavors to figure it out.”

Eclipse held the next plate of casing and set the welder to go, wincing again when it superheated their fingers again. They pressed play as they put their hand into the water again.

“‘Eclipse, do you actually like chocolate?’” They paused it.

“No, I think I like caramel more but Freddy’s ice cream sucked less than Monty’s Gator Swirl.” They set the next plate to be welded and winced at their fingers again. The superheating was hurting their joints and causing their own casing to mold oddly but they could replace casing on themself. Unpause.

“‘Question, Eclipse, do you like stuffed animals?’” Pause, set their hand in water again.

“I guess. I’ve never had one so, I don’t know. They’ve always been more Lunar’s thing than mine but I guess they’re cute.” They shrugged, holding the next plate and unpausing.

“‘Eclipse, what is Kill Code having you work on?’” They set the welder and held back the wince to answer.

“Mainly on this. He wants a non sentient bot and he has me working on it constantly. The AI is done, but the body isn’t, clearly. I don’t know why he wants it, but he’s having me do it anyway.” They shook their hand and put it in water again. It was really hurting now. Their joints weren’t meant to be superheated. Unpause.

“‘Hey, Eclipse, what’s the first thing you remember from turning on?’” Pause.

“I remember being alone. I woke up alone and Sun was talking. He didn’t know I was there yet, I didn’t even know I was there yet. But Moon was talking about his kill code. I think it was diagnostics with maintenance. I’m not quite sure why, but I felt abandoned, like he left me there. And I was angry that I was left behind because I didn’t understand yet why he’d left me behind.” They held the next plate of arm casing and set the welder while they listened to the next question.

“‘Eclipse, who’s your favorite sibling?’” Pause.

“I don’t pick favorites.” They gasped feeling the welder get their finger. Tearing it from the plate before it could become welded in and held it into the water.

“Fuck!” They cursed. “Sorry.” They apologized to the viewers. “Don’t say fuck, kids.” Eclipse chastised as they held their hand close. Shit, the metal was melted. But KC wanted this bot. And they were threatened with their life to finish quickly. They held the next plate much more carefully than the last. Unpause.

“‘What’s your favorite song, Eclipse?’” Pause.

“Unsaid Emily by Charlie Gillespie. It reminds me of Lu-FUCK!” They couldn’t move their hand, the joints were stuck after the superheating and their casing was melting onto the plating. The water couldn’t help, it would get their circuits.

They held their hand close, cradling the nonfunctional limb. And that was the exact second KC came back with the twins.

“You haven’t finished. I gave you until I came back.” KC growled.

“I’m almost done, just the arm. I’m almost done.” They promised.

“Son, you know I gave you a deadline and you disobeyed my command.” KC closed his hand around their neck and Eclipse choked despite not needing their artificial breath in the first place. KC’s foot came to their left knee as it pressed to the table.

“You deserve this for disobeying me, son.” KC’s foot reeled back a bit and kicked their knee into the table, warnings blaring into their eyes and Eclipse fell to the floor upon release. They held their now broken knee joint. It wasn’t simply dislocated, the joint was torn apart internally and they couldn’t operate on it themself.

The twins stood horrified in the doorway, seemingly frozen as KC left and then they rushed forward for their sibling on the ground once KC was out of the base.

“Just breathe. It’s okay. Is it broken?” Harvest asked.

“It’s torn, I can’t fix it. You two can’t fix it, I need a new joint.” Eclipse winced holding their leg with their right hand, their good hand.

“Your hand!” Harvest noticed their hand still cradling to their chest.

“The plates had to be superheated and the welder kept getting me. Fuck, my knee.” They winced as their knee moved. “I can’t move it, it hurts.” Eclipse admitted.

“I’ll carry you then. You need to go to bed.” Harvest told them.

“I have to finish. He’ll be angry, I can’t…I can’t…” The world felt too tiny, dissolving to a pinprick and they felt tears bubble up against their own will.

“Breathe, in.” Harvest guided them and Eclipse struggled a breath, but couldn’t hold it. They choked and it came out as a sob, making Harvest Moon hold their faceplate gently and wipe the tears off that Eclipse hadn’t known were there.

“It’s okay. You’re safe, he’s gone. Let it out.” Harvest assured them and Eclipse choked another sob before devolving against Harvest’s shoulder in tears. Harvest rubbed their back and held them close, though not moving their torn knee and avoiding their hurt hand.

Once Eclipse had cried themself out, they were exhausted, resting against Harvest as they rubbed the older bot’s back gently and held them against their shoulder.

“Just breathe, you’re safe now, we’ll get you fixed, okay?” Harvest promised. Eclipse buried into their shoulder, falling asleep and unknowingly posting the video that had been recording up to that point. Harvest carefully gathered their sibling up into their arms and carried them off to bed, making a few calls around to see who could work on Eclipse’s knee and hand.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #eclipse blood and harvest show au #genderfluid eclipse #nonbinary harvest moon #fnaf eclipse #kill code moon #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #snoweywrites #tw overworking mention #tw injury mention #tw cursing #tw abuse mention #tw anxiety attack mention

[bornetoblood]

1 2 9 AND 10 VIOLENCE ASKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💥

Link to the questions!

I answered 10 here!

1. the character everyone gets wrong.

I’ve already talked about why and how I’m not into a lot of Afton interpretations so I’m gonna talk about Henry Emily now (my favourite man ever). A lot of people I’ve seen kinda present Henry as a guy who does nothing wrong, the sane half of the furry franchise duo. I believe this is incorrect. Mr Emily is just as (if not more) fucked up than Billy and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. Before any child murder happened we had the springlock suits (that Henry designed) that Faz Inc’s minimum wage employees were forced to wear and told to go bleed out in the back room if they malfunctioned as to not disturb customers. I think Henry capitalist’ed his way into child murder complicity there’s no way he didn’t know Will was the one doing it I refuse to believe Afton is a component criminal. It’s ALSO implied he either helped build or fully constructed the Funtimes which are specifically designed to kidnap children. He’s also lobotomised at least 2 people on purpose and shoved his puppet daughter in a bear that shocks her every so often. I also love the fact he locked his business partner’s corpse in a back room for 30 years and has an arson streak. In the books also he is filled with a rage so volatile and deep it animates a robo version of his daughter that’s pretty metal. I like him a lot and I think he’s a bad person who tries to make up for his complicity while still running the most exploitative children’s franchise in the US (he totally does fucking union busting no doubt).

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom ( @mrslittletall asked me to do this for the Lozza too).

Okay I have pretty complicated thoughts on this. I think Laurence Bloodborne is a massive switch (he can do both) what I dooon’t like is that he pretty much always subs in all the stuff I’ve seen with him and he’s always doing it in a way that gives me the most visceral “he would not fucking say that” I’ve ever had. People hardly ever let him keep his violence or his love of control in porn stuff and like… idk that’s what I find hot about him. He’s always not old as well which sucks to me I think that old man can get it. Also tangentially related is that I think he’s transmasc and trans men never Dom in anything ever I am actually starved.

9. worst part of canon.

For fnaf there’s so much I’m just gonna say ‘all of it’ and move on lest we be here forever.

In regards to Bloodborne I suppose it’s just a lot of little things that make me a little uncomfortable. I’ll have to mull it over more but there’s certain aspects that I think about and I think ‘Hm and this feels a little off but I can’t tell why’. I also wish there was more character customisation options like hair texture and weight but that’s an issue in a loooot of games unfortunately.

Gameplay wise I hate doing forbidden woods sooooo much oh my god.

#hope I’ve made sense here #anyway I love Henry Emily I love how it’s implied he someone caused the death of all bears and also may be god???? #the rat speaks #asks #slight n/s/f/w #percyverance #bloodborne #fnaf

[whilereadingandwalking]

The people in your life with chronic illness are lying to you. 

It's ok though. I know we went through a movement of being open about your feelings and not always just saying "I'm fine." But your chronically ill friends probably tell you "I'm fine" when they aren't a lot anyway. 

In our society that culturally and medically likes to look at illness as curable, the truth of chronic illness's chronic-ness makes a lot of people uncomfortable. It’s hard to explain to people that you actually feel terrible, but nothing helps, and they can’t do anything to help, and I’m used to it. Most people don’t understand what it’s like to wake up in a body that is usually a little out of tune. They aren’t used to the idea that their body isn’t under their own control. 

So the truth, which is, "I have had a headache for a week and a half. It sucks. I'm frustrated and hurting. There's nothing you can do though, and I probably won't feel better tomorrow, because I have no idea what's causing it, but that's normal for me," doesn't accomplish much. 

And sympathy can sometimes just feel like one more weight on our shoulders, especially we have to lift the emotional weight of explaining to someone that science still doesn't know what causes my symptoms and my illness won't really ever go away, so this is normal. Plus, sympathy often comes with suggestions that can be exhausting themselves (yes, I've tried taking Advil and yoga and sleep). 

So sometimes, "I'm fine," is a lie, but that's ok. If you want to go the extra step to help your chronic illness friends, pushing into their feelings or giving them suggestions doesn't have to be the answer. But you can surprise them with a cup of coffee, or give them a little extra space if they run late to something, or remind them of something you think they might have forgotten, or just send them some cute ass animal gifs.

#chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic illness life #self-compassion #fibromyalgia

[fangirleaconmigo]

heya -

you did a four character game back in like, october, and what you wrote hit me so hard that i sometimes still visit the post/screenshot i have of it if i’m feeling particularly. sad. it’s one of the most important things anyone has ever said to me and you literally don’t know anything about me but it’s cool. and then at the end of my feels i always look at the tags you left , uh ,, ‘sorry im fully drunk right now’ and that is so goddamn funny. you suck. anyway i just looked at the screenshot again & thought maybe i should tell you. i had tony stark, sherlock, lambert, & iroh

Hello! Ok. I’ve read your ask a few times and I’m not completely sure how you feel about me because tone on the internet is hard. It seems like you like visiting the post but then you say that I suck so I’m not 100% sure 😅

So I am just gonna plow ahead and tell you how I feel about those posts. For those reading who weren’t following then or don’t remember, almost six months ago I posted this:

Ok, how about this game? Send me four pics of your favorite blorbos and I will psychoanalyze you.

Here’s how it works:

Send four pics

I need to know at least three of them. If it is live action scifi and fantasy, I’m very likely to know them. (If you want to do animated, I won’t know them unless it’s ATLA, Arcane, or Castlevania. I won’t know any video games other than The Witcher.)

I will psychoanalyze you.

This is for entertainment and fun. I am not a psychologist.

i might be too close for comfort. I might be incorrect. Pls pls pls don’t be mad. I don’t know you. This is just for fun.

I’ll do this til tomorrow.

Send me your blorbos.

I think waaaaaaaay too deeply about fiction, as anyone who follows me knows. I also think a whole lot about psychology and human behavior. That’s been more for my own survival.

So I thought hey this will be fun. I’ll look at the characters. I’ll find a common thread of emotional impact each of these characters can have on people. I’ll find a common point of emotional connection between them all. Then I’ll free flow.

And on one hand it was fun. I really do like doing it.

But on the other hand I started getting really really anxious every time I answered one. What if I missed the mark and offended the asker? Or worse? What if I hit too close to home and made them feel too vulnerable?

I know it’s just fictional characters and I was clear that it was for fun and I tried to come from a place of affection and positive uplifting thoughts for each person.

BUT STILL I didn’t know how I was making each person feel and that was freaking me out because what if I was making them feel bad?? (I often worry about the way I make people feel on the internet. I can’t see you guys so I don’t know how I’m making you feel so I get neurotic about it.) and not everyone responded to my answer and so ofc I just worried twice as hard when that happened.

So I have actually a lot of those asks left sitting unanswered in my ask box. It was really popular. People sent me asks who didn’t follow me, so even though people didn’t all rb their posts, it somehow broke containment (people were maybe sharing in dms or discord?) and I got a lot of them. But at some point my worry and anxiety about it stopped me finishing answering them. And now it’s six months later and I don’t know what to do with the posts I still haven’t answered. Would it be weirder to answer them or not answer them?

Anyway. Back to your post.

Everything I answer and put out there is with love even when inebriated and overly honest. And I just went back and reread my answer to you and went yep. That’s still what I see as the connective tissue between those characters. I hope on the balance it was a positive experience for you.

#asks #four character game

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could help me. Feel free to answer this in any length you like (especially since it's rather open ended), but do you have any ideas concerning "twisted" holiday figures? An example may be similar to the characters in the movie "Guardians" where the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Santa aren't how you'd normally see them portrayed.

(I am working through the backlog at the moment, so for anyone curious: REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED. But these are my requests from years ago, that I am finally answering now that life is marginally less bad.

So, I’ve been trying to think of unique holiday figures outside of the ones from that movie to twist, but I couldn’t think of many that weren’t touched upon. So I will put this in two parts, the first part is creatures that I think work for the premise (The tooth fairy isn’t a holiday figure, so I gave myself some creativity liberties with what counts), the second part is purely holiday figures - some of which were mentioned in the movie and some which weren’t.

Similar Theme:

The Wild Hunt

The lore of the wild hunt is that whenever they appear in the sky, a catastrophe is sure to follow, or the person who saw them will die. A bit of a morbid general Europe folklore, so I’m not sure if it works on this list. But imagine the hunt is made up of supernatural entities who volunteer rather than something they’re drafted into/trapped in as some tales say. Maybe these supernatural hunters do it for the sake of humanity, to warn them, so rather than them being a cause of calamity, they’re just trying to give the humans a heads up that something bad is going to happen and they need to prepare. So when someone in the volunteer organization gets a foretelling that something bad is going to go down (war, famine, plague, etc. Are the usual things mentioned), they gather up the group and go for a flight across the affected area. They just think they’re doing the humans a service and are unaware or offended the humans act freaked out about it whenever it happens.

The Stork

Like the kind that delivers babies? Imagine if this was a more nefarious and twisted creature, that stalks homes of people praying for babies, watching them go about their lives and how they interact with each other, other people, and the world around them. If the stork deems the good and deserving of children, it will deliver a child to their doorstep. If it believes them undeserving, it will curse whichever of them is the undeserving one with infertility, or both if they both aren’t fit to be parents. Perhaps this stork could also steal infants from homes where they are neglected, leaving white feathers, or perhaps a stork egg in the crib. If they keep the stork egg and let it hatch and raise it to adulthood and set it free, they may regain their lost fertility as a gesture of good will, if the egg is harmed, anything they try to nurture (plant, animal, child, etc.) will wither and die under their care.

Jack Frost

This could be a character who is more associated with frost bite than just the frost on windows. Maybe the frost on windows is a sign that he tried to get in, but his goal is to freeze people to death. Could be he’s a vengeful spirit or he steals their heat for his own gain. Maybe he needs the heat to survive and sucks it out of people, leaving them dead and covered in frost. If he can’t find anyone around he tries to sneak into houses but is thwarted by windows and the marks he leaves are signs of his attempt to break in.

Tooth Fairy

I’ve seen a lot of versions of this, and similar to the comments I made about Death (I wrote these in a very different order than they are posted in, Death comes later down the list). I’ve seen creepy takes on the tooth fairy and soft ones. Not sure what else I can add as a twist that might be an actually unique take. Maybe the tooth fairy is a being from a culture where teeth are currency or maybe the teeth are traded to witches who use them in some ritual to aid the tooth fairies in some way. Maybe tooth fairies are more like retriever dogs who are kept/owned/friends with witches or magic users of any kind, who send them out with coins to leave behind as payment for the teeth these fairies collect from under pillows. This makes the tooth fairies more like pets who do the bidding of the people who actually use the teeth. Maybe tooth fairies are just good at sniffing out loose teeth, kinda like pigs that sniff out truffles.

Father Time

I actually have an original character who is the concept of time, and they exist in several facets, which is the inspiration I’m drawing from here. Father Time could either be someone who has no concept of it, since they have all the time in the world. Completely laid back and frivolous, doesn’t keep a schedule, a very carefree sort of person. Or it could be someone who dreads time, more nihilistic in their outlook, the master procrastinator. Time can be a curse and a blessing after all, depends on how well you use it. But usually, having too much time on your hands is a bad thing.

Mother Nature

A twist on mother nature could be something similar to Poison Ivy (an ecoterrorist with plant powers) or you could focus on nature as a powerful force that will outlast humanity or potentially be the thing that destroys it - like a zombie plague stemming from a mother nature like entity (once again, I check off the bingo card in my head of “I have an original character for that”). Speaking of that specific original character, I could draw inspiration from them for this too. On one hand, nature can be cruel: the food chain, diseases, natural disasters, etc. While also being incredibly beautiful in many ways. In this way, mother nature could appear far less motherly, maternal and nurturing, and far more like a femme fatale, beautiful and deadly. Sex is a part of life in the simplistic reproduction outlook, and so mother nature could also be very sexual in a twist. As for the deadly side of nature - anthrax is a naturally occurring, extremely deadly infectious disease that is incredibly resilient to most methods of sanitation, after all. And that’s been historically used in biowarfare (my old job even had a drill for if anthrax got released by a bioterrorist in our workplace). So a femme fatale mother nature who can release diseases from their pores would be a twist on this, or anything to do with the scary parts of nature with a femme fatale appearance.

The Grim Reaper

I feel I’ve seen every creative rendition of this that is possibly, and my personal favorites are reapers as a species, like vampires, rather than a single entity. But in the case of something like a singular entity, this would be a potential figure to explore. I don’t actually have many unique ‘twists’, but I also have a handful of original characters of my own based on Death and the various aspects of it. So I guess I could explain the concepts of death I used to create them:

Memories/Reincarnation

One is a god of the rebirth cycle and memories, where instead of people being reborn as a single soul switching bodies each life, souls are made of threads of memory that get unwoven and rewoven into different soul ‘tapestries’ every time they die. So a new person may have a few disjointed memories of several past lives, potentially of people who lived at the same time, or interacted even, whose soul threads were recycled into the same new soul. This makes reincarnation a more vague concept considering you will likely never be the same combination of soul threads ever again, and what really makes you the same as your past selves if you only contain a thread of them? This could be relieving for people who feel like they did an evil deed in their past life, but also dispels the idea of karma and souls, as you’re more akin to the recycled paper version of your past selves.

Decomposition

Some people think of death as an exact moment when the brain turns off for good. But if you think of death as the entire process of freshly dead to literal dirt, that could be an interesting take. The stages a corpse goes through are fascinating for those who like morbid stuff, and so a character based on that process could also be a concept of death that isn’t always taken into consideration. My character who is based on this is centered on the idea that corpses/skeletons, which are the most symbolic form of death there is, nourish their surroundings. Much like a whalefall, human bodies are also very nutrient rich when left to decompose naturally. There is actually a group that composts human corpses! Using the same method farmers use to compost the corpses of livestock, like cows and such. If you really care to know the specifics, their website is recompose.life — the whole process takes about 8 to 12 weeks, also on the cheaper end of funeral costs and much better for the environment, and you can use your loved ones soil or they will donate it to their partners who need that good nutrient dense ex-human soil. On their website they explain the ingredients in their ‘human compost bin’ style coffins and how the whole process works. As a concept of death as a returning to nature rather than the end of the line, this works similarly to reincarnation. But perhaps a version of Death like this wouldn’t be at the exact moment of death, but just appears to hang with the soul as their body breaks down, wherever it comes to rest. This concept of death could imply the soul doesn’t move on until the body has fully decomposed, which would make preserving the body with chemicals, cold, and other such outside forces cruel and immoral, similar to a ghost trapped within the house they died in. There’s a lot to explore with death as decomposition rather than death as an exact moment. If this were the case, the bodies on Mount Everest would have their souls permanently trapped within them, unable to ever escape. This would also mean cannibalism of a freshly dead corpse is the best way to save them from being eternally trapped if you live in a cold climate where bodies won’t decompose easily or naturally. As I said, tons to work with here as a concept, the implications, and how such a character could play out. In a case of reapers as a species, perhaps the souls of bodies that can’t decompose become reapers, since their soul won’t move on, they are the perfect ones for the job of ushering the souls of the dead who can actually move on to their afterlife or next life. As a solo version of death, this grim reaper could be covered in mushrooms and other things that feed on decaying material, and gets to know each soul intimately since this grim reaper would be with them for a long time. Perhaps, since people die frequently, this grim reaper collects them all in a nomadic community of sorts and the ghosts hang around until their body fully breaks down and they fully enter the afterlife. Depending on where they died, they could hang around for years, decades, and so on. This form of death might be fairly social, working more like a mayor of this community of ghosts.

Moving on as a mental state

This idea is that ghosts hang around when they have regrets, or things they still need to accomplish, and by helping them meet those goals or right those wrongs, they will move on. Some things can’t be fixed posthumously, but this form of death could be someone who works like amnesia and drains the memories and negative feelings that hold the ghost back from entering the afterlife or moving on to whatever comes next. This version wouldn’t be a problem solver, but rather causes the memories of what’s holding them back to fade from their mind. The more burdens a soul has, the longer the forgetting process would take, but it would eventually happen to every soul.

Holiday Figures

(Due to when I’m answering this, I have already written the Christmas advent calendar prompts this year, so my suggestions for unique takes on Krampus and Santa Clause are touched on in prompts posted for that.)

Krampus

A twist for Krampus could be that they are an entity that enters the body of the person at the very bottom of the naughty list, like a curse. Every year on Christmas or whenever Krampus is active and does his work, the person at the bottom of the naughty list gets possessed and transforms into a Krampus-y version of themselves. During the time they are possessed by Krampus, they get controlled by him and have to watch while their hands do his job. Some people may hate this possession period and strive to become better people to avoid having to repeat it again next year, and some might enjoy it and try to become worse people so they remain on the bottom of the naughty list. But Krampus as more a possessing demon or spirit rather than a physical being.

Santa Clause

Maybe this “twist” Santa has an elf employee for everything, to grant any and all wishes, and some elves are in the adult wish granting division. These elves could specialize in everything from writing resumes/references to help land a job, buying socks, helping fix people’s credit scores, landing them an apartment, filling the fridge with food, driving a new fancy car to appear in their driveway that morning, or assassinating someone causing them problems. The options are limitless. Or Santa could do all those things! Santa who caters to adult needs as well as children needs would have a lot of stuff to explore. Or maybe this Santa works in a lottery system of putting every single person on Earth’s Christmas wish list items into a randomizer and drawing 100 to complete that year, which would explain why not all Christmas wishes get answered. This could also mean Santa doesn’t really know what to expect each year and what things he could be requested to do to grant someone’s wish.

Cupid

Maybe this could be a cupid whose arrow doesn’t make people fall in love, but rather opens their hearts to be willing to accept and seek love. More along the lines of the arrow could make someone realize how lonely they are, how important companionship is, how their feelings for a friend in their life might not just be platonic, etc. So rather than taking away any free will, this cupid could just be putting their targets in the mindset to find love or not push love away when it comes to them. Or go dark cupid, maybe the arrow is poisoned, and if they can’t manage to find love within a time frame, they start to succumb to the poison on the arrow, and the only antidote/cure is falling in love. Perhaps a mix of both, their heart becomes open to love, but if they fail to fall in love during that time, they will die.

Easter Bunny

Genuinely never been a fan of the Easter Bunny as a holiday figure - easter is fun, but the Easter Bunny always felt fake to me as a kid, but I will try my best. Maybe this could be a character who is a bunny who likes to make sweets, but because chocolate is toxic to bunnies, they can never eat their creations and thus they never know if they’re any good. So, to solve this problem, they decide to make baskets and leave them for kids, forcing the random children to be taste testers to their chocolate candy creations. And then they just loved seeing the joy it brought the kids, so they keep doing it. They never intended to become an iconic figure, but that is what happened.

#mod poss answers #Anonymous #requests #character designs #mod poss #holiday au

[aurumacadicus]

If you're still doing the story out of an ask thing, maybe Stony cowboy au? If not, can you rec any fluffy Stony or gen Avengers (2012ish) fic?

I’m not very good at reccing things because as soon as I finish reading them I forget everything about them. Every time I read something is like the first time. I understand I am blessed in this way.

--

Steve rode up beside Tony well toward midnight. “How you doing?” he asked, with more gentleness than he probably should have.

Tony gave him a sour look that he could only comprehend because of the full moon. “Well enough that you don’t need to come out and spell me. Just because I’m not as experienced at this doesn’t mean I can’t pull my own weight, Rogers.”

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again. Yeah, that was so. He’d seen Tony get bucked off his horse twice before he’d finally sat it, done his share of dish duty, toted water for cooking, and had done night watch at least once before. Tony had worked twice as hard as anyone else on the drive, all because he’d heard one person mutter about how he’d obviously be favored by Steve because Steve was sweet on him. Steve had booted the dude after Sam had told him about it, and everyone else respected him enough that they didn’t really care, so long as they didn’t have to go out of their ways to help Tony.

Steve wished Tony wouldn’t push himself so hard. Everyone already respected him after that first day when he’d put in the effort to pull his own weight. Steve hadn’t realized how self-conscious Tony was, and he felt badly for not reassuring him more in the first place--of course Tony had a steeper learning curve when he came to the ranch, when the only experience with animals he’d had was his father’s carriage team.

“...I’ve got a couple more hours,” Tony continued when Steve didn’t respond, turning to ride back around the herd again.

Steve reached out to grab his hand before he could go. “Wait.”

Tony froze, saying nothing, but he allowed Steve to continue holding his hand. He sucked in a shaky breath when Steve leaned his cheek into his palm, cradling his hand in both of his own. “Steve?”

“You’re doin’ a great job, darlin’,” Steve murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm, the fluttering pulse on the inside of his wrist. “But I came out here ‘cause I haven’t gotten to kiss you proper in a week.”

Tony ducked his head, trying to hide how his cheeks had flushed in response. “I didn’t want anyone to think you were being easy on me.”

“No one thought I was bein' easy on you, Tony,” Steve murmured. “No one volunteers to do dishes when it’s not their turn.”

“So I can stop?” Tony asked hopefully.

Steve let go of his hands so he could reach out and cup his cheeks, holding him steady as he leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. “Of course you can,” Steve answered when he pulled back. He smirked. “Maybe that’ll give us some time to get... reacquainted.”

“Steve, a cow licked me the last time we tried to do anything. I’m not having sex outside ever again,” Tony told him sternly. “Steve! Stop laughing, you jerk! It almost scalped me!”

“Stop calling steers ‘cows,’ sweetheart,” Steve wheezed, instead of anything else. “And it wasn’t their fault you turned into a pretty little salt lick. That was all my doing.”

“Don’t you ever call me that again. I’m going back to the fire. You finish this watch. I can’t believe you. Who can I complain to about this properly?” Tony snapped, yanking his hands away.

“Carol,” Steve wheezed. “Tony, wait, one last kiss, come on--”

“No!!! I’m mad at you!!!” Tony exclaimed, turning his horse to head back to the chuck wagon. “A salt lick! After we haven’t had a proper kiss in a week! I’ll remember this. Jackass. And after I wheedled my way onto this drive so we could have more time together! Humph!”

Steve would have to remind himself to pull out the little bag of licorice buttons he’d squirreled away for Tony when he got back in the morning. Tony was always a little sweeter after he had some of his favorite candy. If nothing else, maybe he could get Tony to agree to a little pawing before they made it to Montana. Three months was a long time to go with just a kiss every seven days.

#aurumacadicus answers #au ask meme #stony #listen the first thing tony does when they get to montana is take a long sweet-smelling bath in the ritziest room of the hotel #what's steve supposed to do? NOT throw him across the big comfy bed to finally release both their frustration? #preposterous

[carol-effing-danvers]

the scent of a man 

(yes this is about BIlly’s cologne)

Alright, so last week I reblogged a post about Billy’s cologne after an impulse purchase of both items and since they have arrived and I’ve actually worn them each for an entire day, I feel ready to discuss them For Real. 

Firstly, I enjoy scents. I have a decent nose, and a minor talent for stringing words together. I am not, however, an expert on perfume-making. I am a novice at best. 

Also, in the interest of self-honesty, I will admit that I was initially enthusiastic about Aramis and more skeptical about the Paco Rabanne

These were both somehow exactly as described and very different from what I expected, and they both have a very strong, kind of cheap alcohol top note that thankfully disappears quickly after spray/application. And since fragrance involves chemistry, the scent will also change depending on your own body chemistry - which is why you might really enjoy that perfume strip you smelled at Victoria’s Secret but realize you hate the way you smell 2 hours later when you get home. 

Aramis was the second one I tried, but it is depicted as Billy’s ‘main’ - you know, the one he wears like an actual human instead of rubbing it all over his dick like a fucking animal in heat. But I really have to level with you guys: you cannot convince me that Billy picked this shit out.

How do I describe this smell? 

Familiar, was my first impression, actually. Followed immediately by the horrified realization of why it was so familiar, even though the person this reminded me of has been dead for nearly twenty years. If you blindfolded me and told me “this is the canonical cologne choice for one of your favorite male characters” before I knew this belonged to Billy, my real honest answer would have been “...Steve?”

Not Steve Harrington. STEVE ROGERS. 

“...Steve? Steve, right? This is Captain America’s cologne?”

Because, theydies and gentlethems, this smells like my fucking grandfather. 

Come here, come in close. Let me describe the man who wears this to you. 

This man opens your car door for you. He has tea with your mother and talks to your father about fucking...baseball or stocks, or whatever will get him chatting. He helps your younger sibling get their merit badge for making their own campfire. He fingerbangs you like a goddamn champ but won’t fuck you in his car because he wants it to be ‘special’ for you. He lets you wear his own jacket on chilly nights and this is what that jacket smells like. I would suck this man’s dick with genuine enthusiasm and would have to immediately ghost him afterwards because he’s very sweet and a real catch, but he has stars in his eyes about marriage and three kids with a house and that shit gives me hives.

In other words, this is not our local disgusting feral rat king. Like...I love him so much but he is not That. 

This was kinda confusing to me, because it’s somehow spicy and ‘cold’ at the same time. ‘Spicy’ notes in scent are generally associated with a ‘warm’ vibe - cinnamon, clove, etc. This is not. Actually, having him wear this at night in winter is absolutely correct, because it has exactly that vibe. But in no way do I believe that Billy knowingly picked this particular fragrance out of his own agency.

I have two theories about this and you can select whichever one you like depending on how much pain you’d like to cause yourself. 

Either this was 1) a random bottle selected from a shelf - possibly because it was discounted, maybe he liked the appearance of the bottle - and Billy is not in an economic bracket to be able to just throw away perfectly decent cologne OR 2) this was originally a gift from his mom and Billy either can’t bring himself to get rid of it or maybe even purchases it himself now out of habit.

The Paco Rabanne - the dick cologne - on the other hand, I really, really enjoyed. Curiously, this had one characteristic I REALLY hadn’t expected, especially considering that this literally has ‘pour homme’ (for men) in the name. 

The intended gender for this fragrance is not readily apparent. 

I mean, gender is a construct, etc, but generally, fragrances are classified for marketing purposes. There is a decent amount of them that are explicitly not categorized on the binary, though. But this one is not supposed to be one of them - again, it says ‘for men’ in the name.

I enjoyed both but kind of thought the Paco Rabanne suited me better as a female presenting person, since Aramis is more distinctly and traditionally male - even more interesting implications there since as I pointed out before, Billy literally rubs this all over his genitals. (Almost as though Billy wears the Aramis as a mask concealing what’s really going on at his...center...) 

From the description, I was expecting something more fresh and herbal, maybe even ‘watery’ but this was actually something kind of woody and spicy, almost smoky, more subtle than the Aramis (again, more interesting implications there). 

It also wears off much more quickly - or maybe my own body chemistry just doesn’t blend with this as well? I will say I really, REALLY enjoyed the way that the Aramis combined with my natural chemistry on the dry down - about six hours after application, it was a sweeter almost nutty spice smell, like brown butter toffee - I loved it, it was EXCELLENT. But the Paco Rabanne just becomes slightly more powdery and creamy, almost soapy, and a little more piney - picture a quiet dark forest at night, in the dead of winter.

On the standard approval scale for male fragrance, would I suck this man’s dick? Yeah, but the fucking slut would tell all of his friends afterward.

Alright guys! Hope that was interesting/helpful for you, I’m gonna go finish my coffee and pray for the weekend to arrive.

#billy hargrove #that's some tasty meta right there #stranger things

[sharpiepaws]

art questions

this was supposed to be like oooooh send in a number and i'll answer it but i don't feel like waiting i wanted to answer these all NOW whether you want answers or NOT 1. Art programs you have but don’t use i've installed firealpaca, medibang, drawpile, i think i have a crack of paint tool sai still, know i have a crack of csp lying around. truth be told the last time i used a digital art program that wasn't gimp was 2 years ago where i drew like 3 things in drawpile. 2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even) full front and 3/4 either direction are equally easy. it's profiles that are difficult. 3. What ideas come from when you were little a lot of my ocs come from when i was 13-ish. from when i was a little kid tho not much carries over except a theme of things being genetically engineered in some way. 4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw folliage/nature. i need to take a lot of references to make plants and foresty sorta landscapes look passable. 5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself i think i post nearly everything that's complete, and i complete nearly everything. anything that isn't posted is part of a larger whole and eventually will get posted. so probably like over 95% of what i do is posted online. 6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn’t supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it) 60s anime and akira toriyama's earlier work (dr slump/dragon ball). idk. smthn about the eyes. 7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate vector artwork. tried it when i was 14 and hated it. just doesn't mesh well i'm a bitmap boy. 8. What’s an old project idea that you’ve lost interest in esther's redemption angel story. it's not really interesting to me and the afterlife "oh i'm a good angel and i help demons!" just feels really played out? i blame vivzie. 9. What are your file name conventions 001 002 003, a combination of keywords, or ajhgkjahkj 10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw puffy sweaters. any winter clothes really. 11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what yea i listen to pretty much anything. i kinda just pick an album or a dj set at random. i mostly listen to electronic music or alt rock. 12. Easiest part of body to draw arms. legs are a close second. 13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing ... i don't think i have something like that if i don't like their work i don't really get interested in them lol. idk hidetaka miyazaki? for being a huge out masochist in interviews? that shit's funny. only played dark souls 1 tho. 14. Any favorite motifs characters grappling with their own mortality in some way shape or form 15. *Where* do you draw (don’t drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth) in my room. at my desk. 16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing scriptthttt writttingg.g.. i forgot how much you have to Write to create Thing they can't just be nebulous ideas or cool scenes one after the other. 17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what i dink my oiter. and sometime my monsert if i want to feel like shit and have a really fast heart rate for a really long time. 18. An estimate of how much art supplies you’ve broken my collection of dried up poscas and copics and highlighters and literally any other marker is huge i'm sure. also i have popped the nib off of prismacolor's 005 fineliner at least twice. (prisma fineliners suck get staedtler or faber-castell instead) 19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.) plants no contest. rooms are also really cool. 20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy hands. i've always liked them. 21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways i dig baroque era paintings quite a bit. 22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any none i rawdog that sketchbook 23. Do you use different layer modes the closest thing i have to layers is my lightbox. 24. Do your references include stock images yes of course absolutely 25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by BEASTARS. i guess because furry? lol 26. What’s a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended i haven't finished any of my Works yet so i don't have an answer for this yet but i have a sneaking suspicion that one of them will be wildly misinterpreted but we shall see 27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with no not really. i didn't even realize warming up was a concept until like, this year or smthn 28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines) i did work for CUTE CERVID on their first comp. other than that no i am too reclusive and hate interacting with the Art Community at large to participate in most zines. 29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically jet set radio funnily enough. the game literally about art hahahah i don't think i've ever drawn jet set radio fanart and i've been into that game for like 4 years now 30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

this one. it's literally one of the best things i've ever drawn and everytime i post it it gets like 5 like/fav/engagements MAX

[ramonahblog]

Heartstopper Review Rambles. I wrote it out of order, sorry. 

Overall; Episode One; Episode Six. 

Spoilers

Episode Two: Crush

My brain shutdown the moment Charlie said “bisexual people exist”.

I had to watch the episode again immediately because, frankly, shows (and media in general) saying bisexual is rare enough.

Let alone having a gay character say it. If a media ever dares say bisexual, it’s usually the bisexual character. Followed immediately by disbelief or questions by other characters. So I can’t give you initial thoughts because of the said-brain shutting down thing. So just have random shit, I guess. 

Charlie really said Bi Rights and I was already in “Precious Bean Protect” mode.  And my brain was not prepared to deal with it.

Also like the way it was done that Charlie made sure to shut down his friends’ stereotyping and bi-erasure. 

“I know he’s straight, he told me,” meanwhile Nick Bi-Panicking over the other side of the plot. 

This isn’t a dig at Charlie. He’s literally just going by Nick’s text-agreement which is already like way ahead of his friends. 

Pfft like his running. 

I’m not apologizing for that very forced simile. 

- Well, opening scene is terrifying and sad. Thanks Heartstopper. 

- DOGGIE!

- Pour one out of Nellie. Nick laughed at an unfunny post because his crush posted it and Nellie had to witness it. Nellie proving to be a good doggie 100/100.

Show does not cut to Nick after Charlie sends his ‘sneaky’ (And cringe but boy is fourteen, he’s allowed to be cringe) “thanks for being my supportive straight friend haha” text. Interesting. 

- Charlie being bold and sending a red heart. 

- And Nick’s smile at the heart. Also knowing Nellie is supposed to be eleven years old, she is definitely leaving a giant drool patch on Nick’s leg. 

- Ah so Charlie’s the person who does ask for advice but wants a certain answer instead of actual advice. 

- omg I never noticed Ajayi’s little smile as Charlie leaves the room. 

- “My parents don’t like animals,” - Charlie. So Charlie’s parents have no taste. 

- Aww Nick nearly said “you look great”. 

- Nick has not heard Charlie play the drums at this point but he’s crushing so bad he’s like “you’re good at drums” to Charlie. 

- Pour another out for Nellie who was used to get Nick’s crush over to his house. Nellie, best wingdog 100/100. 

- Snow-scene is Peak Romance Trope. The only time it is acceptable to leave a Snow-scene out of your romance if it is set in an area that never snows. 

- pfft Charlie is already mama-approved by Sarah. 

- Awww Nick was going to ask Charlie to his house again.  Also love the detail that apparently Nick couldn’t say night to Charlie through their texts and kept the chat going.

- Pffft Tao trying to pretend what is happening in rugby is me. I tried, I just can’t get it. 

- Damn it Tao. Stop getting your opinions from the grapevine. They are always years out of date. And stop making Charlie second-guess himself, he is reading right. 

- Tao “you shouldn’t talk to the rugby lads” Xu is apparently on good enough terms with one to slide up to them and ask if Nick is interested in anyone. Charlie, stop listening to Tao. 

Aww, Charlie’s little face. NO, CHARLIE YOU WERE READING THE ROOM RIGHT! STOP TRUSTING TAO ON THIS! LOOK, NICK SPECIFICALLY YELLED OUT TO WAVE AT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING FIELD!

Also Tao sees that and is still trusting Otis’s grapevine gossip.  

“confirmed by multiple sources,” - Tao about Nick’s supposed crush on Tara. Tao, your sources suck and are the equivalent of webmd. Nellie would like a word with you Tao. Nellie was not used as a ploy to invite Charlie to Nick’s house only for you to insist that Nick has a crush on someone other than Charlie. 

- “He’s the straightest person I’ve ever seen,” - Elle. Needs to see her optometrist again. Charlie, no, sweetie. You’re not being an idiot. STOP LISTENING TO YOUR FRIENDS! 

- And now Charlie is in his head because his friends are stereotyping and listening to romance-equivalent of webmd. Great. 

- Aww, Nick practically lit up when Charlie invited him over. 

- Tara and Darcy laughing at the boyfriend questions in their language class. Also Tara’s “that’s the gayest excuse I’ve ever heard!” when Elle saw them holding hands. 

- Charlie Spring holding Nick’s hands to teach him the drums. Brave or Nick was just that terrible, Charlie’s nerves about being that close to his crush disappeared? I say brave. But I would find it funny if the real reason why Charlie just couldn’t stand Nick’s attempts to play the drums.

- Aww Nick’s bi crisis as he tries to hold Charlie’s hand twice. 

- Tori Appears and Calls It. I like to think she did not actually hear Nick’s “you look cuddly like that” to Charlie and just witnessed the hug. Well for now, that is what I have decided. I might go back to the she def heard the cuddly-part. 

Also I know in the comics, Charlie said to Tori that Nick was straight and that was why Tori said she didn’t think Nick was straight. But I like to think show-wise, Tori just saw Nick interact with her brother once and said that with no other related conversations. 

- “What does it mean when Hot Straight Boy hugs you for like a full ten seconds,” It means he ain’t straight, Charlie. Stop listening to Tao. Tao is very bad at this.

- Tao “he was probably imagining you were Tara” Xu, Nellie would like multiple words with you! Next Season: Nellie starts an animal-human feud with Tao. 

- Charlie is brave. Nick is just a himbo. Buddy, why are you having your sexuality-crisis searches in a tab that will record your history? And why, in following episodes, are you listening to videos without earphones/headphones? Do you not have any? Is your room the attic? Is Nellie getting tired of your pining and sitting/laying on your earphones/headphones?

You can’t stop headcanoning that it’s the last one of those. 

- Tao and Elle both trying to convince Charlie that Nick is straight when this episode ends with Nick googling “am i gay?” is brilliant. Charlie, stop listening to your friends. They are terrible at this.

Also if you are genuinely googling “am i gay?”, there is a ninety-nine percent chance that you are not straight. 

#heartstopper show #heartstopper review rambles #heartstopper episode two #heartstopper crush #heartstopper episode two crush #heartstopper netflix #long post

[purplesurveys]

1615

Does your head hurt when you cry? In my experience, it has only hurt when I wake up from a night of crying. Doesn’t happen otherwise.

Who was the last person to comfort you? I wouldn’t call it comfort per se, but my parents reassured me two weeks ago following the incident when the food I ordered for our New Year’s Eve dinner ended up in disarray while in transit. Basically I had bought this tray of beef in truffle sauce and most of the sauce completely spilled from the packaging, so I got super upset and also couldn’t help but apologize to my family because the one beef dish we had was going to suck.

Are you currently wearing any socks? Nah, I never really wear them indoors.

What’s the closest thing to your right hand? That would be my phone and a container of ZzzQuil gummies that I never use.

When was the last time you made a wish? I mean I only ever make wishes lightheartedly, but the last thing that came to mind was wishing it were Friday already.

Have you ever watched a foreign film with English subtitles? I watch everything with English subtitles, even stuff that are already in the two languages I speak. My hearing can be pretty shit and I can also have a hard time catching particular accents, so subtitles are a must.

When was the last time you wore athletic shorts? It was in like 2021 when I briefly ventured into working out.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place? It’s a motivating thought to have, and to be honest that’s the mindset that I keep to help justify the things happening to and around me; but I know that realistically it won’t always be the case for everyone.

What’s the closest transparent object to you? Transparent, hmm...oh my phone case is! As much as I’ve wanted to have cases with cuter designs, I’ve always kept a transparent one so I can store a photocard in it haha.

What was the last thing you swallowed? Coffee.

Do you like mayonnaise? Did I even spell that right? OBSESSED with mayonnaise. I’m willing to mix it with nearly everything; I literally just had it as a dip for dinner earlier.

Anyways… When was the last time you went out in the rain? Last weekend, at Tanay again. It was drizzling the whole time I was there, and you couldn’t really avoid it since most of the place was in open space. My mom and I also had a very quick volleyball rally in the rain.

Have you ever seen a Tim Burton movie, like Coraline, 9, etc.? I have not. His style is not really my style.

Do you keep 3D glasses after you’ve left the movie theatre? I never was big on the concept of 3D cinemas. I already wear glasses, so I’d find it bothersome to wear another pair. Plus I don’t see the appeal of having things appear as if they’re real when you’re really just...watching a movie. That you know is not real. Total party pooper stuff LOL

When was the last time you heard a British accent in person? Back in October when I was working with a British client.

Who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you? Not a person but can I answer this with a restaurant? Jollibee is terrible at preparing their chicken sandwiches and every time I’ve tried to order it has always been met with the heads-up that the waiting time for it would be 15 minutes. Defeats the purpose of fast food, so I’ve always been forced to pick something else lol. I was given the heads-up again the other night, which was disappointing but also not surprising given that that’s what happened the last 83748234 times.

Do you know what FTW stands for? Fix the window? Jk yeah I know what it means.

When was the last time you went bowling? It was in 2019 or something like that.

Do you like cats? I like cats in the sense that I like all animals but I wouldn’t really sit down and hang out with one.

Do you use aerosol hairspray? Nope.

What was the last food you choked on? I can’t remember; this doesn’t happen a lot.

Who was the last person you disappointed? No clue.

Do you really miss someone right now? No.

Do you think anyone can really reach “Nirvana” at some point? Well I’m not about to invalidate those who subscribe to the belief, so sure.

What’s the capital of the state you reside in? Seeeeeecret.

What is the last advice you gave someone? Can’t remember the last time I gave someone a pep talk like that.

Do you ever dip your fingers in wet candle wax? Sometimes.

When was the last time you sweat really bad? Around October when I was arranging and repeatedly carrying over a hundred bags of dog food bags ranging from 2kg to 15kg for work. God I was fucking miserable that week.

Do you write it, alot or a lot? The correct way.

Does it annoy you when people are always smiling and happy all the time? Nah but toxic positivity can piss me off.

What was the last rule you broke? Most likely watching a documentary/series from an illegal source. Apart from that my ESFJ heart can’t handle going around the rules.

Have you ever hazed someone or been hazed? It was tamer compared to how hazing is traditionally understood; but yes. I had to go through an initiation process before becoming formally accepted into my college organization. Had to give our phones away, we were blindfolded for 10 hours, each of us were put in a room where we had to get through getting yelled at and threatened (while blindfolded). I hated every minute of it and I always fought for abolishing the stupid tradition when I ultimately got to serve as a leader in the org.

What is your opinion on abortion? No reason for me to not be supportive of it.

Miley Cyrus rings your door bell, and asks for some shelter. You say..? Be utterly confused how the hell she ended up in the outskirts of Manila, but still let her in so she can share her side lol.

What would you say if someone called you at 3 am to have a casual convo? First of all, I wouldn’t even pick up the phone unless it were Angela or Reena.

Have you ever made a SERIOUS typo and couldn’t go back and change it? Nah.

Have you ever yelled at an authority figure? Nope. When was the last time you had to pee really badly? This afternoon.

What was the last thing you regretted eating? Instant coffee that turned out to be past its expiration date.

How often do you get fountain drinks from a gas station? Never.

Do you like screamo music? Not really.

Do you know anyone with some serious talent? Sure.

When was the last time you made fun of someone? Just this morning.

What was the last thing you yelled? It was just a scream of exhaustion/exasperation since I was working on a Sunday evening.

Will you save all your answers? It’s no fun if you don’t. I always do, over here.

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Are you a patient person? To a fault. The only time I’ve got a short fuse is at work, where I’m working under intense pressure and constant deadlines and the most fast-paced environment 8-12 hours a day, 5 days a week.

Your ex says leaving you was a mistake, you say? Don’t cheat on your partner and don’t ever contact me again.

Who did you last hang out with? My teammates at work; we had Korean barbecue and then moved to Pop-Up for a big-ass tower of weng-weng.

Does anything on your body hurt? My lower back hurt earlier since I was in an awkward position, but I’ve since shifted to another and have been feeling better.

Who is your favorite family member on your mom’s side? One of her cousins - my aunt. She has since permanently fixed herself as my forever favorite as she gave me two BTS albums for Christmas, hahaha.

Who was the last person you were under a blanket with? Angela.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? I don’t think anything is worse than “I hate you,” so let’s go with that.

Have you ever known anyone with a dog blind in one eye? I’m not sure about just one eye but Kimi gradually lost his vision as he got older.

What’s your favorite Coke product? I don’t drink soda.

Would running into your ex right now be painful? I’m pretty sure that happened last September, at a coffee shop; it wasn’t painful at all and I just wanted her to get out of the place, lol. I was there for work, so in the end I put on my earphones and got to my spreadsheet, not looking up the entire time.

Who are you interested in? Nobody.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? I haven’t been interested in any guy ever.

What is your relationship status on Facebook? It’s not set to public and I don’t think I ever toggled that feature.

Would you be able to name everyone you kissed? It’s just the one person, so yeah.

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? We were together at the time and that’s just what you do.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Did you like kissing the last person you kissed or the one before that more? I haven’t kissed anybody else.

Ever made out in a pool? I don’t think so.

Tell us about a scar on your body. Cooper was too excited and his nails were also a bit too long at the time, so he ended up inflicting a deep gash on my thigh which also started bleeding pretty instantly. I didn’t expect it to leave such a long scar, but here we are.

What is your favorite mystical creature? I don’t have one.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? Around 2-3.

If you transform into any one animal or creature, which one would it be? A dog.

Who is the bravest person you know? My mom. The one thing that’s ever sent her to tears was her tattoo LOL but apart from that she’s fearless towards just about everything.

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? My hair! I wish it wasn’t so dry and that it didn’t look so unhealthy.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? For sure.

Describe the best thing about being inside. It gives you a sense of security and safety. Tired from the day’s activity? Go home. Feel like un-socializing for a week straight? Stay in your room.

Describe the best thing about being outside. The sense of independence and freedom that it gives you.

What subjects interest you the most? History.

Describe the purpose of art. To inspire. To a lesser degree, to provoke.

What’s one health problem you wish you didn’t have? (ie: bad vision) Bad vision, especially in my case as my eyesight gets worse every year.

Ever faked an orgasm? No.

Do you like the taste of squid or eel? Squid is fine but is ubiquitous where I’m from so it doesn’t feel all that special to me. It can also be too chewy sometimes, which can get exhausting. Eel on the other hand is just fantastic.

Own anything that has to do with dragons or unicorns? I don’t think so.

How many times have you snuck out of the house? None. It’s so much easier to just ask permission.

How many shooting stars have you seen/wished upon? I’ve never seen a shooting star.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? I don’t see why I’d ever have to complain about it.

Ever wanted to be a vet? Yeah, as a kid.

Ever centered your life around a person? Yeah, not a good idea. < Yep.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Yeah, with my left earlobe and left foot.

Ever done oral? With how many people? Yes; just the one.

What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there? NAIA; we drove there to drop my dad off last Friday.

What pissed you off today? We had lunch at a restaurant where a family with the loudest fucking bunch of kids happened to be dining; their adults weren’t doing anything to shut them up. I wanted to stay longer, but it didn’t take long before I just told my family we had to get the bill before I go insane.

What was the last thing you cried about? I dunno, probably something BTS-related lol.

Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? Nope.

Are your parents very protective of you? Protective, sure, but not very.

What do you want right this second? An extended weekend, zzz.

Who were you with on your birthday? I was with my family.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? I was working on a Powerpoint in advance so that I don’t have to worry about it as much tomorrow.

What is something that people often give to you as a gift? BTS-related stuff. I’m very easy to please in that area hahaha.

What is something that reminds you of your ex? My s* attempts.

Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? I think so? Yeah they probably did.

How many times have you been in love? One.

Is anyone flirting with you? No.

When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? I’m not interested in anyone.

How would your parents react if you got pregnant? Continued last Sunday I think? I think they’d be equal parts stoked and disappointed, only because I know they’d want be to be married first before doing what’s required to get you pregnant.

If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? Not at all, that would be a drunk text and I’d immediately block the number.

What was the highlight of your summer? Idk we don’t really have ‘summer.’ But if you mean the months of June to August which if I’m not mistaken are under the summer season...I didn’t really have any. Kimi died around this period, so I was mostly processing that and grieving.

The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? It was nausea and fatigue from being in front of a laptop screen all day.

What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? I’m not into anyone.

Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. There’s nobody. Have you ever cried in the shower? Probably, but I don’t do it a lot. For the most part I find showers relaxing, so whenever I do feel like crying, a shower is usually able to make me temporarily forget what I’m going through.

What do you miss most about your ex? I genuinely don’t miss anything about them. I was able to move on a long time ago.

When was the last time you got a haircut? October-ish, which was also when I most recently dyed my hair a new color.

Did you sing at all today? Sing and hum, yeah.

Would you ever paint your house an unusual color? Nope. What is the cutest animal? Puppies and elephants.

You’re ordering pizza: what’s on it? BBQ meat feast with cheese stuffed crust. < HELP this sounds so good. Can I jump on this train?

Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you? Probably not, only because I’m already quite short as it is.

Have you ever held a starfish? I don’t think so!

Can you run a mile? I probably can if I put my mind to it, but I would be miserable. What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? We have like one branch and it’s just not worth it to drive all the way there. The reviews haven’t been fantastic anyway, so.

Have you ever built a sandcastle? Just poorly-made ones. Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? Messenger in my personal life; Viber, Whatsapp, Telegram for work.

Which of your exes is the best looking? I’ve only had one.

Where did your last ex ask you out? It was over an instant messaging app, but I can’t remember which.

Do you like it when friends are comfortable with dropping by unexpectedly? Honestly it can be a bit of a hassle at the start, but I’m able to loosen up after.

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? Using my new glass tumbler that comes with a straw :D :D :D I’ve always wanted a straw to drink my morning coffee from and I finally have one!! Hahaha.

When is the last time you got really frustrated? Earlier tonight, over a client as usual.

Do you live on a busy street, or a side street? Idk, neither? It’s a really quiet part of the neighborhood idk.

What’s for dinner? This Chipotle rice bowl thingy my mom got from Wendy’s.

Are you getting engaged any time soon? Nope.

[dailydepressedtrashpanda]

I just need to vent…

You know what’s sad? Like really sad? That i’ve lived my life trying no to bother anyone. My parents? I avoided getting into clubs because I knew it was gonna be a hustle for them to pick me late in the day. My grades? The best I could manage at the time all the while trying to being a teenager. Friends? Same thing like with the clubs, plus that I’ve never really tried to put effort into anything that I don’t feel welcomed in. I used to be a faithful and devoted believer of my religion until i realized i didn’t wanted to be bound by it any more.

I’ve let myself go more and more within each year since I’ve been 19 yrs old. I’ve found that until i was 19 i had no personality outside being the quiet girl at the end of the class, the one person you can rely one because she is always there. But as time as gone by i’ve come to realized that I was boring and dense. I’m still am, at least on the dense part but I’ve been trying to like things outside of the things I was raised to like or in this case hate.

I’was told i was boring and though i knew it, it still hurt. Now I like so many things that I’m overwhelmed by them but they make me happy and I enjoy them. My mother calls me childish, and my brother does too but I never wished to be an adult yet I’ve always known this day would come and i needed to suck it up and act the part at least because i have the age. I need to be al adult because my mother needs me to, but inside my room, between my four walls i can be whatever i can be.

I like manga. I like reading bl. I like watching anime. I like collecting dolls. I like collecting manga. I like painting. I like drawing. I like watercoloring. I like painting in canvas. I like glass painting. I like k-pop. I love writing. I like staying in my house and not going out. I get easy fixated on small things. I try to be of everyone’s help as along is within my capabilities. I try to stay out of people’s way. I try to not bother anyone. Yet people always find ways of making me feel small, insignificant and overall useless but that does not take the fact that that same people owe me more that i will ever owe them.

Sometimes i just can’t handle it anymore but even when I feel like drowning on my tears i find a moment of clarity to hang to my precious little life and wish I could be alive one more day to enjoy my hobbies. Not much for my family I’ve come to realize that they do not care not nearly as much for me as I do for them, but that’s ok. I just wish for peace and to be left alone living my adult life with my childish hobbies.

Thank you if you read all of this, i’ll tell you that i means the world. No need to answer or react to this. I just needed the venting.

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐸𝐷 𝐼𝑇

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: You chose the wrong side during the Civil War. And now Steve’s back to take what’s his…

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, ANAL SEX, fingering (vaginal + anal), blowjob, captain kink, finger sucking (hand kink? Oral fixation?), PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

ᴜɴʙᴇᴛᴀ’ᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ!

It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

You stretched out your arms as you laid the bag on the floor. Rubbing your hands, you walked over the surprisingly soft carpet and started the electric fireplace. Despite the cabin being situation in the middle of the taiga, it was very well kept. After all it was Tony’s cabin, it was your fault to expect less.

You had come alone on this mission, and this was the closest safe place, so naturally you had decided to stay there overnight. It was difficult finding the cabin in the snowy terrain overgrown with huge trees but after a few tries with gps tracking, you had found it.

Now there weren’t much avengers left. Half of them had left and the other half was just pulling through. Whenever you thought of the civil war, your heart ached. The loss of your friends was harrowing, but the loss of a certain blue eyed captain was even more painful.

The cabin wasn’t big, it had just two rooms, an electric fireplace, a comfy bed, a clean and functioning bathroom and other necessary amenities. Your legs were aching after walking for so long and you wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed.

But you had a lot of dirt and snow clinging to your tactical suit and you had to wash yourself first. Assorting all your weapons neatly in a corner, you stripped out of your clothes.

You took a warm shower to relax your aching muscles. Dressing up in your comfy, thin and worn out shorts and shirt, you finally climbed up into bed. Just as you were about to drift off into a deep slumber, someone knocked on the door.

You sat up ramrod straight at the noise. There was someone outside the cabin, it wasn’t definitely an animal, the knock was too precise. And it couldn’t be the enemy, they would’ve broken in.

Grasping your gun, you walked out of the bedroom on your tiptoes. Holding the gun with one hand and the doorknob with the other, you hid behind the wall. You turned the knob and peaked through the slit, only to see the last person you ever expected.

Squeaking in surprise, you dropped your gun when you saw Steve, in a beard, stand in front of you. “Steve?!” The cold air was freezing your face and yet your mouth hung open with shock. “Yes doll it’s me.” He said in a chirpy tone.

“What are you doing here? How did you even find me?” You were genuinely confused, who leaked him this information? “Doesn’t matter doll.” Was all you got as an answer.

“Well it does, this is jeopardising the Avengers.” This definitely soured his mood. Not only had you implied that he wasn’t an avengers anymore, you had made it clear that you prioritised your job over him.

You saw his crestfallen face and instantly knew where you’d gone wrong. “Come in Steve. I don’t want my face to freeze.” Though he chuckled, you knew you had killed the mood.

He walked in and closed the door with a silent thud. “So is this how it is now? Jeopardising the avengers and all. Not even how I’ve been doing? Am I okay?” Steve folded his arms and you didn’t like the gesture at all.

“Steve... it’s not like that. God, Steve! I’ve missed you so much. I just got surprised is all, I didn’t expect to see you here out of all places. So, how have you been Stevie?”

He just scoffed and continued, “You didn’t even think once before taking Tony’s side, did you?” You knew it would come to this. You still remembered the day you had discussed the accords.

The discussion surely hadn’t ended in the office as had dragged all the way to your and Steve’s bedroom. And after the airport fight, you hadn’t met him even once to talk any further. You had waited for Steve to at least contact you, but he never did.

“Neither did you Steve. With that perspective you chose Bucky. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you. You could’ve contacted me, but did you? I tried finding you Steve, I really did, somehow I was always a little too late.”

“You chose Tony over me. I gave you an option to come with me and you denied it.” Steve had expected this to go better. He had used some cards under his sleeve to find your location and he wasn’t going to reveal them.

“Tony means to me what Bucky means to you. Tony was there for me when no one else was, I had to take his side. You both could’ve left your egos and has chosen a middle route yet you didn’t.”

You would always be mad at how neither Steve nor Tony were ready to compromise a little. “Oh really? Or is it convenient for you and Tony to have your fun now that I’m not around.”

Steve regretted his words the instant the left his mouth. He very well knew you and Tony were like siblings. “Steve, really? What the hell are you even thinking?” You shouted as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“I’m sorry. I just... I didn’t mean that. I’m really sorry. I’ve met you after so long and I didn’t like how we began.” You nodded in agreement. “Apology accepted. Why don’t we begin again?”

“Alright. It’s really good to meet you. I missed my best girl so much.” You lurched yourself forward and into his arms. And he held you as if you hadn’t spent all these days without meeting each other. “I’m sorry.” He once again apologised.

“It’s okay Steve.” He held you tighter, almost suffocating you. “I missed you too Stevie. I love you.” You said the last three words just above a whisper. You are afraid if he had stopped loving you.

“I love you too.” You looked up at him from your embrace with misty doe eyes, “You do?” He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll always love my doll.”

Without breaking your eye contact, you weaved your hand within his soft overgrown locks of hair. You were now finally able to take in his appearance. His auburn beard was something new and unexpected. While the previous Steve was the golden boy of America, this Steve looked more like the daddy of America.

You chuckled at your own thoughts and Steve gave you a confused look, “What happened?” He asked somewhat pointing. “You must be killing all the ladies with your look.”

“I don’t care about the other ladies, I just care about you.” His words erupted butterflies in your stomach. Though he had taken a courser look, he was still the same cheesy guy. You punched him playfully in his abs and got out of the embrace.

“Catch me Captain!” You said as you ran towards the bed. The cabin was tiny and you knew he would catch you within seconds, yet the chase was fun. Steve was fueled not only by you challenging him, but also by you calling him captain.

You squealed his name as he came up from behind and picked you up. Swiftly turning you around, he smashed your lips together. Locking your feet behind his waist, you pulled him closer. You were glad Steve was able to pick you up without much efforts.

He pushed you back into the bed and you bounced, not once but twice. As soon as you settled in, Steve covered your body with his own. “I missed you so much.” He groaned as he pressed kisses down your neck. His beard was tickling and rubbing you, and you wanted more. You wanted it to burn, you wanted it to hurt, as you wanted to remember.

You had been so touch starved all this time, just Steve’s kisses were enough to elicit moans out of you. You tugged on his now old, worn tactical suit as he slid his hands beneath your T-shirt. “Such a greedy girl I’ve got.”

He got off the bed and discarded his clothes as quickly as possible. You hadn’t thought it was possible for Steve to be anymore ripped than he already was, but you were clearly wrong. You had no clue how he had survived, but apparently he had more than enough time to take care of his body.

Your eyes trailed down his body and landed on his monster cock and you practically started salivating. You wanted nothing more than to suck on it like your favourite candy. Seeing you go dreamy eyed at his dick, Steve started pumping it with lazy strokes.

The bed wasn’t spacious, but it was big enough to fit two of you. He slid back on top of you like a predator catching his prey and his lips seemed to be in no mood of leaving your body; sucking your neck and marking up your collarbone. You knew it had been too long, and Steve was going to ravish you.

Steve’s body ran a little extra hot due to the serum and his heat engulfing your body made you feel hot despite the extreme snow outside. You ran your hands on his broad chest and relished in the warmth you once missed.

He peeled your shirt and shorts with haste, only to find you without any bra. His eyes zeroed in on your already pebbled nipples and he licked his lips. Seeing his veiny, big hands knead your breast sent your brain into an overdrive. “Oh Steve.” You moaned breathily. At your words, something in his eyes changed.

On second you were looking in his darkened eyes and the next you were flipped on your stomach. But the smack that hit your ass the next moment made you go cross eyed. Steve was absolutely mesmerised by the way your ass jiggled.

“Ow!” You pretended to be hurt despite being exponentially turned on. The way Steve was surprising you today, you sure were going to cum too soon. “What did you call me?” His voice was husky and deep. “Steve?” You weren’t sure what you said wrong.

“It’s Captain for you now.” Steve hadn’t stopped thinking about you calling him captain, he didn’t know why but it evoked something in him. “Yes captain!” You sighed breathlessly. Steve had always been a gentle lover before, but this was a whole another side of him.

Your back was bombarded with kisses as his hands rubbed your sides. He held you down by your shoulder while his other hand ventured right where you wanted him to. You liked being pinned down by Steve, the fact that he could use you however he wanted, only aroused you more.

His fingers rubbed your pussy, collecting the juices. “So filthy wet for me doll.” He groaned when you whimpered. Finally, he inserted two thick fingers into you, which slid in easily due to your juices, and started pumping lazily. “Ahh, yes Captain.” You moaned as he hit the spot that your fingers were never able to reach. 

You were so wet that just his fingers were enough to make wet slapping sounds. His thumb started circling your clit, “That feel good, doll?” You nodded against the sheets and pressed back onto his fingers. “Yeah. Please Captain!”

Steve chuckled at your plea and pressed kisses to your ear. “What do you want doll?” He asked in a condescending tone. He knew you were too out of it to answer. “You get so dumb when I get just my fingers in you.”

He increased his speed and you knew you were too close to coming. His thumb, which was now slick enough from rubbing your folds, started circling the rim of your puckered hole. You screamed for the heavens when his thumb entered your ass.

Trembling hard, you collapsed into the bed as your tight walls clenched around Steve’s fingers. You were babbling incoherent mixture of his name and pleas as you rode out the high. His fingers being roughly shoved into you and at the same time his sweet kisses to your cheeks and neck made you dizzy with pleasure.

He cocooned your body as you twitched from the aftershocks. “Do you… do you have a condom?” You asked panting for air. He was a super soldier and getting pregnant in such crisis wasn’t a good idea. “Shit. No.”

If you had any energy left, you would’ve slow clapped at his foolishness. This man goes to the efforts of tracking you down to fuck you and forgets condoms. “That’s real smart of you Captain.” He playfully smacked your ass once again, “Hey, don’t talk to me like that.”

An idea lit up in your head, “Um, I… I have lube in my bag and… uh… youcouldfuckmyass.” You wanted Steve to fuck your ass since a long time, but you were too shy to ask. But now that the opportunity presented itself, you weren’t going to back down.

“Huh?” You said the last part so quickly Steve couldn’t comprehend it even with his super hearing. “I said, you could fuck my ass.” This time he did hear what you said, that too very clearly. “God, you are so dirty, I love you.” He said as he got up from the bed. You instantly missed his warmth and weight.

Reaching your bag, he searched for the contents until he found the bottle he was searching for. He shook it around left and right in his hand while giving you a smug look, “Come on! A girl has her needs.” Chuckling he jumped right back on the bed.

Even though he was now straddling your thighs, he hadn’t leaned down on you. You looked back to see he was thinking something and his eyes just had a thin line of blue left to them, it scared you just as much as it excited you.

“Well, you gotta earn it.” He said after much thinking. You pouted as you didn’t understand what he was saying. “Work yourself open for me, you know how big I am. Earn me fucking you.” That’s it, you were going to break your record and were going to cum tonight just from his words.

Steve bent down to give you a filthy unhurried kiss and slid a little back on the bed. You poured a liberal amount of lube into your hand and spread it down your cleft. You were gentle and slow, you barely had two fingers in your asshole before.

You knew if it became too much all you had to do was say it aloud and Steve would stop at that very instant. And that’s why you always felt safe with Steve. With somewhat shaky hands, you slid just one finger in.

“Fuck.” Seeing Steve curse, you turned around to see his eyes fixated on your fingers. His own fingers were curled around his length and pumping lazy strokes. It was utterly humiliating and you were getting off on it.

After you relaxed enough with one finger, you added another into your warm tight heat. You whimpered and moaned as you scissored yourself. The entire time, Steve was praising you as well as humiliating you. It was like a pouring ice and fire on your body at the same time.

You were too lost in the pleasure to notice Steve come right in front of your face. “Take me in your mouth. I know you wanna taste me.” You blinked up at him with glassy eyes. Your confused doe eyes, hardened him even more. “Suck me off doll.”

He could see your eyes go wide and blow up with excitement. You nodded and took him in your mouth. Starting with the head, you slowly took him deeper “You are doing so well doll.” Steve grunted as your spit slicked his cock and your soft tongue pressed against its underside.

Seeing your fingers disappear in your tight hole as you took his length in your mouth, made him want to shoot right off. This was definitely the craziest thing he had ever done, and boy, did he want more.

You were sloppy and without technique and yet Steve loved it. It was the desperation and the desire that got him off. The fingers and his cock filling your holes were a little less than too much for you. Tears were spilling out of eyes and your spit was coating your chin, and still you didn’t want to stop.

“Fuck! Stop.” Steve commanded. He knew he would come if he didn’t stop you. And after so many days, he wanted to come inside you. And just the aspect of shooting off in your ass made him twitch with excitement.

Unable to wait anymore, Steve quickly repositioned to place himself right behind you. Slowly, you removed your sloppy fingers and with a loud exhale dropped down into the bed.

Taking the bottle of lube, he made sure his dick was dripping with it. “Hhnng.” You moaned unintelligibly as he pressed against your hole with his blunt head.

Your moans turned into whine and whimpers as his head entered your tight hole. What little control you had over your body, you lost it too and slagged into the bed with just your ass held high by Steve.

You had expected it to hurt, but instead all you felt was full; completely and utterly filled by Steve. Once he was into you till his base, he again started pressing soothing kisses to your back and neck to calm you down.

As Steve still didn’t move, you finally gathered your brain enough to say, “Steve, move!” Steve was waiting exactly for that and slowly pulled out an inch only to thrust back in.

In the beginning he was giving short measured thrusts, enough to give you pleasure but not enough to make you go crazy. But with time, he started pumping into you with frenzy, his thrusts hard and making your eyes roll.

Your hands were clutching the pillows surrounding your face for dear life. You were close, but you knew this wasn’t enough, you needed something more. “Touch your pussy. Ah… Fuck!” Steve said gritting his teeth.

Instantly your hand dipped down and started furiously rubbing your clit in tight motions. Your pussy was dripping wet and your fingers were instantly drenched. Steve’s grunts were urging you even more.

Your pussy, just clenching on air, was in desperate need of attention. Both you and Steve cursed as you inserted your index and middle finger into your cunt and started fingering yourself. Your palm rubbed your swollen nub just right as your fingers pumped in tandem.

Your mouth was slack open with silent screams. Seeing your wet mouth open, Steve put two of his own fingers inside for you to suckle on. Your eyes blew wide open at the intrusion.

But soon you melted around the his fingers and sucked on them and laved them with your tongue. His thick fingers in your mouth made you see heaven on earth. “You like all your holes filled, don’t you dirty girl?” Steve himself was breathless and you just hummed around his fingers.

Steve knew you well enough to know you were close, “Come for me doll. Come now.” His words washed over you and you came harder than you ever had.

Eyes close, your legs trembled around Steve as your entire body twitched and your walls quivered around Steve. Grunting with pleasure, Steve erratically thrusted in you until he reached his own climax.

Steve came loud and hard. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt releasing in you. You could feel his warmth filling you and you didn’t know whether you came again or if you were still riding the previous orgasm.

Your bodies now slack, you both fell into the bed. In other circumstances if Steve’s body would’ve been on top of you, you might have suffocated due to his weight. But now his body was acting like a weighted blanket and was providing you familiarity and comfort.

Steve gently pulled himself out and cleaned you up, while you lay there like a boneless mess. He was finally satisfied as he made sure you drank water and ate an energy bar. You knew that no matter if Steve Rogers was captain America or not, he would always be a gentleman.

You let out a happy noise when he came back and spooned you from behind. Truth be told you had no idea if he would be there when you’d wake up or not. So you relished in the moment as much as you could. No matter what happened, there was one thing that wouldn’t change, and that was your love for each other.

“I love you Steve.” You mumbled before giving in to the tempting valley of sleep. And the last thing you heard before drifting off was, “I love you too, doll.”

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It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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