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waklman · 11 months

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Hi Tilly! So, I’m living by myself for the first time and my dishwasher just flooded my apartment 🫠I’m fine😀, really… 😭. Anyways, I just wanted to ask you to maybe write something with Bradley and babybear 🥺. They are my comfort characters! love ya ❤️

summary: you and bradley go out for a late night snack or bf! bradley who stands there in silence x gf! who orders food for them both.

warnings: mentions of strict dieting, one or two suggestive jokes. fluff, 18+ blog.

note: helpp the way that kind of made me laugh. as a fellow girlie who also gets herself in trouble when left alone, i hope your floors are okay! excuse the quality as writers block has me by the neck

something 'bout you masterlist.

It’s not often that Bradley dines out. He’ll indulge in some of Penny’s greasy bar snacks once in a while—nothing more than that.

With the one time he did slack off, it wasn’t exactly easy to get back to his original physique. In fact, Bradley even found himself struggling to keep up with the likes of Hangman at one point.

And that was just the wake up call he needed to finally get back on track.

Since then, he’s made sure to double down on his efforts to stay in shape, scarfing down his protein packed, repetitive, plain meals. It’d be a lie to say that it wasn’t a bit tasking, but it's nothing Bradley Bradshaw couldn’t put up with. And when Bradley was committed towards something, he was all in.

But what he forgot to include in his ‘fool proof’ plan to remain loyal to his diet, was his stubborn girlfriend who loves to spoil him rotten. Which is why he's finding it difficult to swallow down his food tonight.

The usual pre-prepped dinner has never tasted so bland and downright dry, especially when you’re planted in front of him with that tablet in your hands.

For the past thirty minutes, Bradley has been subjected to a screening of strangers eating a variety of foods—from huge portions of instant noodles—to enormous crab legs being dipped in buckets of cheese.

He’s seen it all.

“Give in,” you whisper, fingers tightly curled around the edges of the ipad, though, you’re careful enough to not block the screen itself.

Across the rounded table he’s sat in, you’re standing there like you’re getting paid to show him a compilation of mukbang videos. You’d put the billboards lined up on the nearby highways to shame.

“Not a fucking chance,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head firmly.

Stabbing his fork into another piece of boiled chicken, Bradley stuffs it into his mouth in defiance. He refuses to wave the white flag, not when he’s worked so hard to finally restrain himself.

Maverick would have to come twirling into the living-room in ballerina-get up for him to take it as a sign to treat himself to a cheat meal.

At his clear refusal to give in, your head peeks out, just so slightly, behind the thirteen inch screen, eyes narrowed with fiery determination igniting them.

“Mcdonalds. Wendys. Burger King. In and Out,” you repeatedly chant, legs starting to tremble under the strain of standing up for so long.

Bradley only flares his nostrils, a sign that he is not backing down either.

In any other scenario, his knees would’ve immediately buckled after one plea from you. But right now, he knows you’d stuff his face with junk—that he’s been successfully cutting out for months, if you were given the okay from him.

Though, he does have to admit, he’s finding it hard to keep a stern face because your legs look like they’re about to completely give out. Not wanting to keep you up any longer, Bradley tunes out your endless chant of fast food chains—which somehow turns into a catchy song, as he shovels more strips of chicken in his mouth.

Maybe if he finishes his dinner faster, he could coax you onto the couch to watch more Ryan Gosling movies.

Following your gut feeling, you lift a finger to the front of the screen, tapping repeatedly on the skip button—until it felt right. After spamming your pointer just a few times, you lift the index off the glass, letting it play at a random point in the compilation.

Bradley’s tongue prods his cheek, straight face starting to falter. “Baby it’s not gonna work. Please just sit dow—”

His mouth immediately clamps shut, throat moving as he swallows back a wad of drool pooling inside his mouth. The boring dinner under him is long forgotten.

Noticing his dazed state, you lower the screen to probe what finally caught his attention. Bradley’s eyes practically trails the movement of the tablet, not looking away for a second.

A platter of juicy burgers leaking oil and mountains of fries is what breaks him.

“And he’ll have the double bacon-burger, two large fries, one coke and—”

The teenage boy behind the register blinks in disbelief, watching the giant man in front of him lean down towards his girlfriend, shyly whispering in her ear.

Bradley draws back again, standing a head taller than you with his arms crossed around your front, glassy eyes roaming the lit-up menu stretched above the line of registers.

“Oh, can we actually make that a root beer? Also I’m really sorry, but can you remove the tomatoes from the burger as well?” You request, giving Bradley comforting strokes on the forearm he has slung over your chest.

“Yes, Ma’m I can…I can do that for you,” the worker clears his throat, editing the order on the screen, customer service voice practically cracking.

When you two first walked in, with matching pajama pants, the fast food employee assumed he was dealing with a pair of psychos from the streets.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, he’d always get one or two unsettling visitors in the duration of his night shift. But they’d always prowl inside the joint by themselves—they never had company—nor have they ever teamed up on him before. Briefly, he considered hovering his hand over the dusty emergency button directly under the counter.

But to his surprise, you two were just a relatively normal couple with a craving for burgers at midnight.

“Alrighty, your total comes out to 18.50,” he reads, eyes nervously darting between the two of you. “...Will that be cash or card?”

Almost in a race with each other, you both drop the lovely couple act, digging in your own pajama pants for your wallets. The anxious worker behind the counter starts taking a careful step back, afraid you two were going to pull out a weapon on him all of a sudden. God, he shouldn’t have let his guard down so easily.

He stills as you beat Bradley to it, holding out a credit card between your fingers, excitedly pointing it towards him.

Bradley begins to panic, patting down his empty pockets. “Babybear, where the fuck is my wallet?” He tilts his head down at you, a knowing look settling on his face.

As the credit card is taken from you, your mouth stretches into a wide smile, and you crane your neck backwards to look at him. “I tossed it in the back of the car when you weren’t looking,” you gleam in satisfaction.

Bradley sighs in disbelief, no wonder you were so clingy in the car.

“Is that why you were crawlin’ all over me during all the stop lights?”

“Gimme a kiss,” you suddenly demand, cutting him off.

Bradley blinks at your puckered lips.

It practically pulls him into a trance, because he’s already dipping his head down to give you a quick peck. In a strange way, it’s almost a perfect recreation of that upside-down spider man kiss scene.

Ultimately, he decides to keep the comparison to himself. If he were to mention it, you’d most likely start gushing about another movie actor.

He’s already heard enough of Ryan Gosling lately.

“I know you can open your mouth bigger than that,” you frown in his lap, readjusting the bundle of fries between your fingers.

The buckle of his undone seatbelt hits your ankle when you wriggle to find a comfortable position next.

Bradley licks the ketchup off his lip. “Yeah, you would know,” he teases, giving your butt a quick squeeze, sleazy look on his face.

Somehow, he’s the same person who was barely able to order food for himself inside the burger joint that’s currently behind his parked Bronco.

Receiving a silent look of disapproval from you, he finally clears his throat.

“Okay, someone didn’t find that funny,” he mumbles, stretching his mouth wider for you.

“A little more. Ahhh,” you sing, encouraging him to take the fistful of french fries. Under you, Bradley nearly chokes when you stuff one more in his mouth, slamming his jaw shut with finality.

“I like when your mouth is full. Less talking,” you jut your chin at him, all too pleased with the lapse of silence.

Bradley stills his chewing, raising a brow at you.

“Ugh! Stop it. Keep chewing those fries,” you complain, reaching for the large root beer resting on the dashboard behind you.

Bradley grins, mouth full of food, holding you steady when you twist your middle to grab the drink.

Swallowing down a large ball of potato, he leans forward, wrapping his lips around the straw, taking a long sip from the drink cradled between your hands.

“Are you full?” You question, watching him lean back after finishing off the remains of the beverage. You decide to set the empty cup into the driver's seat for now.

“Feeling so full, baby,” he groans, shutting his eyes as if it’ll help him digest it faster.

Pursing your lips to hold back a laugh, you place a suggestive hand over his stomach. “Yeah? Feel it all in your tummy,” your voice drops to a lower register, mimicking his dirty talk from the other day.

His eyes snap open, immediately.

The cramped Bronco, littered in empty paper bags and greasy wrapping paper jostles as he rushes to sit up tall. “You said no more jokes,” he scoffs, pinching your sides. What you said was worse than everything else he spat out tonight.

“Hey,” you whine, scratching his bloated stomach with your nails. “Don’t act all mad big guy. I know you’re about to give in anyways,” you giggle.

Bradley traces his teeth with his tongue, failing to conceal his growing smile. Because you’re right.

If you weren’t, he wouldn’t be thirty minutes away from home, favorite person in his lap and favorite cheat meal in his stomach.

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fishsticksloser · 9 months

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OKAY- i know- BUT! LISTEN!

Raph x reader! Platonic or romantic idk

Anyways. Imagine reader being this one person Who knows how to crochet and knit. Raph is amazed by that, i mean, his friend? Knowing how to create all those silly and handy things just from some colorful rope? COME ON! This is INCREDIBLE!

One time, when our fellow reader was knitting, Raph approached them and with a shy smile asked them if they could teach him do this. They were happy to help him. Now, i can see him as more of a knitting guy than crochet guy. But it’s just me-

They ofc helped him, they lend him their wires and taught him. HOWEVER! Bc of his huge size, he struggled a lot with holding them. It was just too hard for him. He wasn’t complaining or anything, but it was clear it was really tiring for him, not to mention cramps in his hands.

The very next day reader visits, yet again, turtles. But this time they go straight to Raph. And just Imagine his surprise when they hand him giant knitting wires with yarn and everything and as excuse they say "let it be a present from me, i know it’s hard for you to use the smaller ones <3"

Btw the Giant knitting wires are a thing, they exist, so it wasn’t that much of a problem to get them, it was just a kind gesture!

Once again sorry for the spam ;w;

LOVE your work <333

Knitting w/ Raph

Raph x gn!reader

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: ugh... Yes! Raph knits and sews. I 1,000% believe that. Btw, you have such amazing ideas, please don't apologize! ♡

Raph was always looking for something to do

His brothers had their own hobbies, but he'd never found one just for him

That was until you came along

He watched you knit and crochet and was absolutely fascinated

He obviously had to ask you to teach him

Which you did happily

This also led him to learn how to sew

The only issue is that this man has giant hands

Knitting with your tiny needles is hard

So one day you bought these for him

You also got some chunky yarn for him just so it's easier on his hands

He was so grateful, the first thing he did was make you something

Raph really enjoys just sitting with you, knitting away

He often knits things for his brothers and dad

He loves giving the things he made for birthdays and Christmas just to see their faces

And his brothers love his creations

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gmaxmeltdown · 5 months

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Yippee I finished the indigo disk

Indigo Disk none spoiler review and personal opinions:

Please remember these are just my personal thoughts and opinions on the game, if you disagree that’s perfectly fine and I’d love to hear your opinions in the notes, although if you’re rude or try to argue I will block you.

Final none spoiler review:

Story: 6/10, it was good I enjoyed it though it felt lacking, could’ve had more to it but overall enjoyable and fun, took itself seriously and it was pretty interesting for the most part I really do feel like there should’ve been more to it.

Region: 5/10, it was fun to explore although a bit too small in my opinion kitakami felt bigger and felt like had more diversity, it wasn’t bad though.

Characters: 8/10, I liked the characters a lot tbh I know there wasn’t exactly to much to them but I thought they actually had a lot of personality despite that, i definitely need to draw them at some point. Drayton I think was definitely a favorite although Kieran comes a close second, cringefall boy was surprisingly an enjoyable character imo.

Pokémon: 7/10, both new and returning Pokémon I felt like they were good choices and I think the old ones fit into their new models and the new ones look very nice of course some look better than others but that just goes for all of them.

Battles: 8/10, not to hard and not to easy! It really made me think especially the double battles! It was a nice change of pace from just spamming crit moves and honestly all of them were super fun, despite the fact I favor two types and usually use those exclusively (psychic and dark) I was actually able to beat the bosses pretty well with just those few and like three that weren’t either of those typings, I genuinely think these battles may have been the most fun I’ve had in any of the games.

Graphics: 6/10 basically the same graphics from the base game, could be better but I’m not exactly a graphics guy I will literally play a game with the graphics being like four pixels if the story is engaging enough.

Soundtrack: 10/10 per usual as expected from a Pokémon game, really not much more to say about that other than I will definitely have some of the songs on loop for awhile.

So do I think the DLC was worth the price after finishing both the Teal Mask and the Indigo Disk?

Yes! In my opinion it was money well spent, I enjoyed it but if you’re expecting like a 10/10 amazing story with twist and turns and super amazing writing with like the hardest competitive battles you’ve ever faced, probably not for you, if your just wanting to have fun and enjoy a nice game with a decent story and a bit of a challenge in terms of battles, you might enjoy this!

Spoiler review (also me just going on a giant rant you can get the idea from above.)

THIS RANT/REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE INDIGO DISK IF YOU ARE AVOIDING SPOILERS DO NOT READ BELOW THIS, IF YOU GET SPOILED DO NOT BLAME IT ON ME THIS IS YOUR WARNING AND CHANCE TO COME BACK LATER WHEN YOUR READY

I said this but I’m gonna go a bit deeper on it, the story was lacking. I was a little disappointed on it to be honest I really thought it was gonna lead up to one huge finale where you, Carmine, Kieran, Arven, Penny, and Nemona we’re gonna all have to team up in one final fight to save Paldea and ultimately catch the final form of Teratopagose, (excuse me if I spelled that wrong I don’t feel like googling it),

In reality it was literally just “Hey guys wanna go down DEEPER into Area Zero and catch a turtle cuz I’m hyperfixated on teralization?”

And then you go down there with Carmine and Kieran and Kieran has self esteem issues (I feel you, man) and looses his shit and then you catch a turtle. It was just such a huge build up to this all powerful thing that was sounded like it was gonna be a huge threat to just turn out like that, it was super unwhelming but o that than that it was decent and fun.

Of course there’s loads more to it than just that buuuut that more or less sums it up or at least the end part, the beginning part is just the basic “defeat the elite four and then fight the champion (except this time give him a mental breakdown:3)” which was good and fun and I have nothing more to say on it other than I enjoyed it a lot.

My major disappointment is that Penny Arven and Nemona didn’t return especially with the file leaks it really seemed like they were going to, I was really looking forward to going back to Area Zero with them to finish things only for it to just be Carmine Kieran and Briar who really needs to chill on her hyperfixation because she almost just led three children to their deaths.

Why on God’s green earth was she the only adult why did Greta and Rika decide this woman is a suitable chaperone my incineroar and honchkrow are the only reason we’re not dead.

I do think the story is a step in the right direction both for the base game and the dlc but despite my slanders I really did enjoy it and it was fun.

Anyway end of my review have this:

#pokemon #pokémon #my text #pokémon violet #pokémon scarlet #indigo disk

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kushnovice · 2 years

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|TRIGGER WARNING!!! Mentions of bullying, swearing, fighting, fainting, wounds, mild concussion,

Word count: 3.5k

Low-key a song fic but you don't need the song. I LOVE CHRISSY!! IT IS JUST FOR THE STORY! I can only think of Eddie, I'm sorry for my spam <3 |

I sat in the middle row of the classroom in my favorite outfit. People always made fun of how I looked and what I wore. Luckily, I wasn't the main target by many of the bullies here. Just the cheerleaders. Chrissy Cunningham was the worst. Every day, without fail, she goes out of her way to make my life a living hell. My headphones blasted beats into my ears as I used a pencil and a pen as drums while tapping my foot. After the track ended, the teacher walked in with papers. "Alright class, let's settle down." Mr. Burke spoke as he erased the words written on the chalkboard by one of the students. 'Battle of The Bands, tomorrow gymnasium" It was obvious who wrote it, I looked to the back of the classroom at Eddie who was also listening to music and pretending to shred his guitar. Eddie was the man target for most of the bullying here. I always felt bad for him too, he's not even a bad person.

Taking out my headphones and turning the music off, I started to pay attention to class. I wrote my notes and paid attention as the teacher talked, eying the clock anxiously. All I wanted for was this school day to be over, but I knew shit would go to hell as it always did. I tapped my foot anxiously as the teacher glanced at the clock then looked back at the class. "We are going to test tomorrow so be prepared, it will be worth 20% of your grade so I recommend studying what we learnt today." The class groaned as I was the only one to take notes. Luckily, then the bell had rung loudly, and I jumped up and rushed out of the classroom, hoping to get to the girls locker-room before the cheerleads did. As I walked through the halls, my head down and headphones blasting music in my ears, I couldn't help but think about the Battle of the Bands. Eddie's 'band' wasn't filled yet. He still needed a drummer and a vocalist. Anxiety clouded your mind as you thought about seeing if you could join him. No one else knew this but I have been taking drum lessons since I was kid and have continued it throughout my years.

I pushed the door open to the locker room, happy to see no one here yet. I placed my bag in a locker and locked it with a lock. Last time I had left it unlocked, the girls went through my stuff and cut up my clothes. (Ragitna Geroge vibes) I had my extra clothes and water bottle and went into an open stall and changed my clothes. When I was changing, I heard all the girls file in, talking shit as per usual. I took a deep breath before opening the stall and looking around at all the girls around me. I walked over to my locker and unlocked it, throwing my clothes in before locking it again and walking out in the gymnasium.

Gym class went by VERY slowly. After warmups they had us break up. The jocks played basketball while the girls cheered at them. It was annoying honestly. I've never understood the point of this stupid game where they just want an excuse to rub up against other guys, like just admit you're gay. I softly giggled to myself but breaking out of my thoughts to see the ball flying towards me with everyone's eyes on me. I didn't even try to catch it, instead letting it fly past me and into the storage closet. I walked in and looked around for the basketball that was rolling around. I bent over and picked it up, hearing the sounds of footsteps behind me and then feeling a kick on my back before I was face down on the hardwood floor. I let out a huge breath as I snapped my head back at them, seeing Chrissy and her little bitches behind her. "Awh, did you fall? Here let me help you." Chrissy offered a hand to me, and I looked at her skeptically before taking it. She pulled me up and pulled me close to her, her eyes just barely above mine making her look threating. "Can I have the notes from today's class?" She smiled at me, but her hand was now squeezing mine tightly. "Uh no, I don't have them." I stared blankly while lying. "That's a lie, I saw you writing in your notebook." Her smile fell as she pushed me back into the ball carriage. The whole thing tipped over as my back flew into the carriage and into it with balls all over me. "I wasn't taking notes." I tried not to let any tears fall, I can't let them see how they affect me. I looked over at the other girls who were snickering and blocking the doorway so no one could see what happened. As I picked myself up, I looked at Chrissy who had her back now faced to me, picking up something that caused the other girls to gasp and laugh. "You see, I need to pass this year Harrington. Your brother's not here to protect you anymore." Chrissy then whipped around, swinging the plastic bat as hard as she could at my side. I couldn't help but let a whimper out of my mouth as the bat impacted against my arm and ribs. I stumbled over slightly before steading myself again. "Now I'll ask again, can I have the notes?" She smiled again. Fake ass bitch. "Same answer cunt, I don't have them. Go sleep with him like you do all of your other teacher's and don't bring me into this." I snapped, getting angry at this entitled bitch. Chrissy lifted the bat again with anger in her eyes as she swung repeatedly until Jason walked in, "Babe, you need to stop before they know she didn't just fall." He grabbed the ball and passed it to the others as he wrapped his arm around Chrissy's waist. "I need to pass this quarter, Jay." Chrissy whined but Jason kissed her softly before speaking. "We can find someone else; she clearly is not going to budge." They all walked away, and I just sighed, getting up slowly and wincing. I walked out of the storage closet and pretended to be fine as I sat down and drank from my water.

The rest of the day went by fairly fast. I stumbled through the school as the last bell rang. I immediately started towards the music room and past the band kinds. A few of them waved at me while others just stared. Before Steve and Robin graduated, they had protected me and helped me make friends but now I was alone with barely anyone knowing who I really am. I made my way into the sound booth that the school committee paid for after the band got too loud for anyone to focus in school. I slid off my bag and placed it on the ground next to the door before walking over to the drums and making sure everything was turned on and sounded right. Going up to the speaker and popping in a Metallica tape and putting on the headphones as the music started, I slid into the seat. I pounded the sticks on the drum at the songs beat, putting everything into it. I chose Master of Puppets knowing it was one of the hardest and longest songs that I could do. Hearing a mix of the song and myself playing the drums, I started singing. I didn't even notice Eddie walking by and stopping, seeing me drum my heart out. He touched the soundboard, turning it up so he could hear what was going on. His eyes widened with shock as he instantly recognized the sound of the song. Watching intensely, he thought about joining in with his guitar and battling himself with if he should or not. Eddie shrugged and said fuck it as he opened the door, noticing that I didn't notice anything still, He started shredding the guitar making me now look up at him. I slid the headphones off and continued as we played in sync with each other. Banging my head as I continued to pound on the drums and Eddie head banging as he played his guitar. "Your life burns faster, obey your master, Master, Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings!"

When the song was over, we were both huffing for breath. "That was fucking awesome, Harrington!" Eddie shouted and placed his hand up in the air. Laughing I slapped his hand, but he didn't let it go, he softly pulled me closer. "Please, join my band. We need you." He started to beg me. I laughed and smiled, "Of course I want to be in your band. We will rock that shit." Eddie laughed and pulled me into a hug, blushing I hugged back. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He pulled away awkwardly and stood there smiling. I walked over to my bag and grabbed a sharpie, grabbing his arm I wrote my number on his arm. "Cause I know you lose everything." I smiled at him, and you swear you could see a light blush form on his cheeks. Looking over out the window, I sighed deeply at the rain. "That's going to be a blast to walk home in." I sarcastically remarked as I looked in my bag for a hoodie but it's not there. "I can give you a ride home." Eddie smiled at me causing me to melt. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you go out of your way." I already felt back for even thinking of accepting his offer. He chuckled and nodded as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, walking with me to the exit. "I'm sure, it's not a problem for me at all." I smiled as we walked out the doors and into the hooded part of the school. "Are you ready to run?" Eddie asked with a goofy grin. "I'll beat you there." You ran off as fast as you could and laughing as you heard Eddie yell, "No fair!" and footsteps running up closer to you. I touched the van and turned around to see him right on my heels. He quickly unlocked the car and we both jumped in, soaking wet now. "I would have won if you didn't cheat." Eddie rolled his eyes playfully at me. "Or I'm just that good." He chuckled, "Sure, whatever you want to think."

I started shaking and saw Eddie peeling off his shirt and grabbing a blanket from the back of his van to dry himself off. After he felt dry, he looked at me and saw me shaking, offering the blanket. I peeled my shirt off, fine with it since I still had a bra on. Eddie was looking but not sexually. "What hurricane did you run into?" He joked looking at all of the bruises littering my body. "Chrissy Cunningham and Jason." I sighed and winced as I dried my body and hair before throwing the blanket into the back. Eddies face shifted as he examined the bruises, holding my arm up and running his fingers over the fat bruise on my ribs causing me to gasp in pain. "These aren't punches or slaps." He stated, obviously confused. "They were upset I wouldn't give them the notes for class, and they decided using me as a baseball would be fun." I sighed, sliding my shirt back on. Eddie was in shock. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "How long?" He asked out of nowhere. "Years." I laughed sadly as I answered. He sat there, thinking as he drove. "I won't let them hurt you again." He spoke seriously, not in his joking manner anymore. The mood was completely different. "It's alright, I'll be out of here soon enough." He didn't like that answer. "It is not alright; they think they rule the school and it's bullshit. You don't deserve that." "It doesn't mean it will change." I sighed, looking out the window and telling him when to turn. "It will change when I put Jason in his fucking place." He growled as he pulled up in my driveway. "Thank you, Ed's." I smiled at him, and his face went from anger to happy quickly as he smiled back. "No problem, Princess. I'll be here at 6:30 tomorrow to pick you up." He drove off before you could question anything. I ran off inside and immediately got into the shower.

I woke up later than normal since Eddie had told me he was picking me up for school. I slid on my clothes and did my hair and added a little makeup before hearing a beep from outside. glancing out the window I smiled brightly and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I made my way outside. I lightly jogged over to the van and slid in, smiling at Eddie. "Thank you so much, I was able to sleep in for once." I laughed causing him to smile goofy at me. "I'll pick you up every day and drop you off." I immediately stared at him, "No, no, no. I could not ask you to do that." Eddie scoffed, "I love hanging out with you, princess." I blushed bright red and smiled down at my hands. "I do too..." Eddie continued to drive and he slowly slid his hand over onto her thigh, softly squeezing it. Looking up at Eddie, and I smiled. I placed my hand on his and giggled as I bopped my head to the sound of the metal music playing.

We eventually arrived at school and we both got out. "Ugh, I hate this fucking place." I groaned as we walked into the school, walking side by side with Eddie Munson causing all eyes to be on us. As they walked into class, Eddie moved to sit next to me in the middle. Eddie never sat anywhere else. In fact, he would kick anyone out who would sit in his seat. We talked until the teacher came in, unaware of the stares and chatter around us.

After the class and the bell had rung, I knew I had to go to gym. The only class that Eddie couldn't protect me in. He stopped outside the Girls Locker room with me, holding my hand and pulling me into a hug. "I'll see you in 10." Eddie winked before walking off to class. I was left there confused but knowing Eddie, he would find a way to sneak into my class. I did my thing, changing and locking my stuff up before heading to the gymnasium. Looking around I didn't see any teachers but I did see the group of popular kids all staring my down as I walked across the gym to sit down on the bleachers.

"You're the reason I failed!" Chrissy marched up to me causing me to roll my eyes. "Sorry he wouldn't let you suck him for an A like everyone else." She growled and raised her hand, slapping me in the face. Jason immediately pulled her back and yelled for the teachers. I wasn't about to put up with this shit anymore. "Wow imagine not having any control that you'll fuck everyone in the school and fight anyone that has an issue with you. Grow up." This was it for Chrissy and her cheerleaders. Suddenly, I was being jumped by a bunch of girls with the basketball players watching. I let them hit me, knowing it was worthless to they and fight. My vision started getting fuzzy and I saw white dots with tingling in my ears.

"Get the fuck off of my girlfriend!" Eddie yelled, throwing chicks off of your body, not giving a fuck about anyone else but you in the moment. He was pulled back by Jason, "Don't touch them you freak!" Eddie, having none of it, just reached back and punched him in the jaw, knocking him out. He shook off his hand before he saw the other boys jumping him. Eddie didn't just let them hit him like I did. He fought back, the while time. Looking at him, I realized this time I wasn't fighting for just myself, but also Eddie, Hellfire, all the outcasts, and losers. I raised my knee into the gut of the chick on top of me and then turned around, kicking the other in the face. I grabbed Chrissy by her hair and threw her to the ground with Jason before tackling one of the basketball players. Eddie loved watching me protect him. That was until they got off of Eddie and held me back, making Eddie watch as the girls take turns hitting me. I coughed up blood and spit it right in one of the basketball players face causing him to punch me in the jaw and my head to go limp. Eddie was now livid.

I can't remember what happened after that. It all went by so fast, or maybe I fainted. I can't tell. All I know is that I woke up in the nurses office with Eddie next to my side, holding my hand and all bandaged up. I tried to sit up but my head immediately started to pound causing me to grab it instinctively. "You're awake!" Eddie was much louder than intended causing me to flinch but then quickly apologized to me. He got up and shut the blinds and turned off the lights. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing my head softly. I purred softly in his hand, "better now..." I mumbled. "Are you okay?" I asked, scanning him and seeing bruises all over him as well. "Don't worry about me. I'm not the one that got knocked out trying to protect me." Eddie smiled goofy but happy. Not that you were hurt, but that you cared enough to put yourself in danger for him. "What even happened?" I asked, pulling his arm closer and hugging it tightly to my chest. "Well he knocked you out and I saw red. I know that sounds crazy but I lost all control. Let's just say they are still asleep." Eddie smiled cockily. "I'm sorry..." I muttered, playing with his rings anxiously. "For what, Princess?" He cooed, already trying to take away my anxiety as he played with my hair and softly whispered. "I'm sorry you got hurt and in a fight because of me...I'm sorry I couldn't p-prote-ect you like you-u do me..." I broke out sobbing uncontrollably. "I-it's-s all my fault-t..." I started hiccuping causing Eddie to cradle me into his chest against his heart. "Y/n...none of this is your fault. Not even close. Those assholes use us and other people to squash so they feel better about themselves. Listen to me and listen closely...I did fight because of you, but I fought because I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don't like. I have loved you since the moment I met you and the thought of anything hurting you, it kills me. I will never let anything happen to you and not because I feel pity but because I want to protect the most important person in the world to me. I know we are meant to be and I will never let you go..." Eddie hadn't let go of me the entire time, not stuttering it showing any sign of deception, just passion in every word. I slowly turned around and rose up onto my arms, pinning him down, and our nose touching. The tears were now drying on my face. Staring deeply into his eyes, words couldn't even explain how I felt about him, how I've felt about him forever. Tears must have fallen back down my face since he raised his hand and wiped one away. He left his hand there and I leaned down slowly, hoping he knew I was trying to kiss him since my head was pounding still. He sat forward, now wrapping his free arm around my waist snd holding me close while the other hand tangled in my hair softly and rubbed in my head as we softly but passionately kissing.

I pulled away, catching my breath and I rested my head on his chest as both his hands were now in my hair, rubbing my head softly. "So, I'm your girlfriend?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow. Eddie blushed, "If you would like to?" His voice soft and shy. "It would be an honor!"

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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safarigirlsp · 2 years

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As a Writers you shouldn’t care about notes. It doesn’t mean your fics are less or more good.

Hi!

I’m one of the more blunt and politically incorrect people in this dumpster fire, so I’ll tell you straight without sugar coating things lol.

I’ll just speak for myself to avoid over-generalization. However, I promise you that my feelings are a very common sentiment, even if other people might not express them so bluntly. We writers discuss this amongst ourselves with some frequency.

Notes absolutely matter to me! A very very huge amount! Notes, interaction, and frankly attention and gratification are the only reasons I write and post things. Not an underlying motivation or a nice perk. They are the sole reasons my writing gets posted at all.

The motivation that is second to me is purely to spite my haters and admittedly, that is pretty powerful 🤣

There is not a third motivation for me. Those are the only two.

I work full time in a high stress and pressure environment. I’m married. I have friends in real life. I don’t have an abundance of free time that I could not fill in other ways I find enjoying. I primarily write in my down time instead of doing things like catching up on trendy tv shows, creating other art, or even vegging out and doing nothing because writing and producing something is rewarding for me.

However, it’s not the drudgery of hammering out words on a page that’s the reward - that’s work, plain and simple, and I work enough at actual work! The reward comes almost entirely from the attention, interaction, and praise I get from my writing.

Writing itself isn’t some fun, exciting activity. It’s laborious and tedious. Especially when you factor in formatting and proofreading! That’s hell.

Without interaction, I would still be in the fandom. I would still spam pictures and gifs. I would read and support the writers I enjoy. I would still absolutely day dream endlessly about my stories internally, and I would probably discuss them with my friends and brainstorm ideas back and forth, because that is fun and it’s no work at all! These ideas would all flourish in my head forever! I might even go so far as to write an outline to keep my thoughts in order.

But there is just no fucking way that I would spend hours and days typing these ideas out to share with everyone! I wouldn’t concern myself with writing a physically neutral reader. If I wrote at all, it would be a woman who looks exactly like me lol. I wouldn’t take requests. I wouldn’t bother writing all the connective scenes that form a story as opposed to a series of vignettes. I wouldn’t format and I damn sure wouldn’t proofread something to make it suitable to post and share.

So, you’re right to the extent that less or even zero interaction won’t stop creators from coming up with ideas, brainstorming, and enjoying them internally, but it absolutely will discourage writers from putting in the unadulterated labor involved in producing stories of quality.

I’ve seen several writers give up and quit sharing their writing because they weren’t appreciated and it’s a shame, but I totally understand! I’ve discontinued stories that don’t get the attention I think they deserve and I will continue to do so. I’ll continue the popular ones and let the others live in my head.

Each note on a story is like a little burst of endorphins! Reblogs get stories more exposure and attention. And why in the actual fuck not reblog things?!? I know maybe two people who have a dashboard that is finely curated enough for that to matter, but that excuse is usually a joke. Comments and discussion are rarer, and understandably so just due to time. However, these are what feeds creators and makes them want to create more; it’s what keeps them from losing motivation and getting burned out.

Moral of the story: If you want writing to keep coming, like it, reblog it, and comment if you can! 💗

#safarigate

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

For your eyes only.

Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

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pclkia · 3 years

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About Me

Aliases: Specter/Spectre

Age: 17

Pronouns: They/them (or she/her if a close friend)

Note: Do not call me queer. I don't think it's a slur and I don't like people who think of it as such, but I don't want to be called weird or anything that is synonymous to it for my identity. Just call me LGBTQ+.

You can tag my gifs and memes and stuff as "me" or "kin" or whatever, but please don't tag any of my drawings or writing as such. I'm not against kin/soulbonding, but I'm not comfortable with people basically putting their entire identity into content that I'm already insecure about.

I'm generally a very angry, aggressive, and bitchy person so if that bothers you.. don't follow.

My trigger tag format is #___ tw. I tag negativity with #specternegativity.

More below the cut.

I don't really have a DNI anymore since it was long as hell and changed every day, so I just block if you're a scumbag. Proshippers, TERFs, prolifers, truscum, people who defend AO3 allowing child porn + racism on their site, and kink blogs are blocked on sight. No exceptions. No, I don't care how much or how little you post about it. I don't care how old you are either (i'm looking at the underage proshippers, being a minor doesn't excuse you from saying it's okay to sexualize minors). If I'm aware you are one, you're getting blocked. Please ask to follow if you are a Catholic, that religion is one of the biggest causes of my PTSD.

Don't interact with me if you post untagged NSFW. I'm a minor, creep.

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Don't follow if your DNI just says "basic DNI criteria." That doesn't tell me shit.

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Under 13s can follow but please don't try to message without permissions.

Do not ask me for a selfie or you will be blocked.

I rarely follow back. It's nothing personal, I just like to keep my dash clean-ish.

I don't care if you like/reblog spam me. I have my notifications off, go wild.

If you have a problem with swearing or all caps, please don't follow. I swear and talk in all caps a lot, and it's tedious to tag a post every time I say "shit" in it. I'm up for tagging other triggers, but I'm not tagging swearing or all caps.

Tag alcohol/drugs, incest, and pedophilia or else you'll be blocked. I have a catch all tag (#specter go away) if you wanna use that instead, but I doubt you do, so just tag your shit lol

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Old URLs: chilling-in-the-distortion-world

I'm in the PST/PDT timezone.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Mixed (black, indigenous, white)

Country: Canada (no I don't live in Ontario LOL)

Political opinion: Left-wing, heavily against communism and fascism alike.

Languages: English, French (at a high education school level)

Not So Fun Facts

DO NOT CALL ME PET NAMES. IT IS A HUGE TRIGGER FOR ME AND IF YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE OR 3+ TIMES I WILL BLOCK YOU.

I have 2 dogs

I hyperfixate on Pokemon a lot. Particularly Palkia. If you have a problem with that because you're a crazy Dialga/Giratina simp that can't stand people preferring the "penis dragon," go away lol

I play the trombone

I'm a youngest sibling

I hate eggs

I fucking hate most adults.. like they genuinely make my blood boil.. y'all can start lecturing minors about respectful behavior when you stop making fun of teens for their interests, intruding on minor-oriented spaces, sexualizing minors, etc.

I've been a Pokemon fan since I was around 3- my first game was Pokemon Sapphire.

My personal favorite generations are 4 and 7, but I think Gen 5 is objectively better than Gen 7. Gen 4 and 5 are at about the same level of quality imo

palkia's existence gives me serotonin

Making Dialga stans mad also gives me serotonin

Giratina is the only one of the creation trio that I have mildly mild feelings about

I don't actually hate Dialga I just pretend I do but Dialga is one of my favorite legendaries

Fandoms

Pokemon (my blog is 80% Pokemon)

Destiny

Minecraft

RWBY

Wings of Fire

Warrior Cats

Vocaloid

My Sideblogs

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