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lord-squiggletits · 3 months

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Speaking of Tyrest. A lot of people forget that he treated Pharma with absolute disdain, not only using him as a test subject for a clearly painful mass murder machine, but talking to Pharma like he saw him as nothing but some henchman to order around that was nothing more than a 'diseased cripple' if Tyrest hadn't come to rescue him.

Like it really is an interesting background dynamic with some curious implications, but when you look at fandom posts from around that issue/the years after, for some reason people just saw "Pharma worked with Tyrest" and concluded Pharma is a card carrying bigot ksjfnskxkd. Like yeah Pharma didn't do anything to stop Tyrest but it seems his main beef with the Autobots was with Ratchet in particular and maybe a general disdain for his ex-comrades. As well as continuing to hate Decepticons which like, not even the "good Autobots" are immune to (even in Pharma's introduction, First Aid says in his journal something like "yeah we all hate Decepticons, but Pharma REALLY hates them"). And despite what fandom likes to construe there's really no evidence in IDW1 that Autobots and Decepticons are different "races" or "types" of Cybertronians, so Pharma hating Decepticons really isn't a bigotry/robot racism thing. And instead probably has something to do with, idk, the 4 million year long galaxy-spanning blood feud war, or maybe being blackmailed and tortured into insanity by the Biggest and Most Decepticon-y of Decepticons.

Tyrest treated Pharma like trash, the other Decepticons working for Tyrest (how come no one ever brings that up btw) also hated him, so if anything it seems that Pharma was more of a rogue element only staying with Tyrest bc he was his best option and probably had no way to even escape.

I'm glad that at least in recent years the fandom has acquired a keen reading eye and good taste to finally recognize Pharma as the (accidentally) complex character he is instead of making him some posh, racist Starscream clone SHSJDGSGDH

#squiggposting #pharma apologism #yeah i'm apologisting again i guess my mental health is somewhat okay again dkdkkxckkddkd #(my followers seeing me post about pharma) nature is healing #there's also that line where pharma says 'maybe i can help' and skids is like #'fuck off and hope we don't beat you to death after this is over'#they didnt know that pharma was a test subject of the killswitch but wow #that's prolly one of the most out of pocket moments of the story that ive never seen anyone mention #honestly that moment is why i think JRO didnt intend pharma to be That Deep #i feel like that sort of 'not even other autobots like him' treatment is something #that comes up a lot in JRO's villain writing. or like asshole behavior towards some characters #is just plot events proceeding as usual. nothing to see just villains getting their due #tho tbh pharma's character in general suffers from the problem that he's so closely related to a main/major characyer #that it wouldve made way more sense for him to be written in earlier #so all his connections w/ ratchet and the plot had to be established retroactively #also speaking of 'asshole behavior excused bc it's towards a villain'#all those times when people are like (fucking amazing piece of medical research by pharma)#'then he started murdering his patients. what a piece of shit'#like idk it could have been intentional but imo all my readings of pharma were not really intended by JRO #and i'm fully just headcanoning and constructing theories on my own #like pharma was simply not important enough or a major enough character to get fleshed ojt #so basically we get enough pieces of him to establish continuity and a general timeline of his life and thats all

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presdestigatto · 3 months

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hello guys, could yall help me with something 👀

some context for non-tennis people under the cut!

grand slams are the most prestigious tennis tournaments (award the most points, most watched etc). winning a slam is a huge career accomplishment

The Aus Open (which just ended) and US Open are played on hard courts, which are basically what you first think of re: tennis court:

They’re both quite standard, the main difference is the location

Then you have the French Open or RG, which is played on clay:

When you’re playing on clay, you can slide around a lot, which looks very cool. Here you can see current world no1 and clay court queen Iga Swiatek sliding on clay:

You also get clay everywhere on yourself with this surface, and it’s really physically demanding to play on

And lastly Wimbledon. Grass courts:

The ball travels the fastest on grass, and the crowd is really posh, usually. It’s held in London and a ton of celebrities attend 🤷‍♀️ (This year Seb, Charles and Pierre were there). This and the other most important bit in the fic writing realm is that there’s an all white dress code, from cap to shoes to bag.

So! a tldr

AUS Open: Held in Melbourne. Crowd is cool, event is quite informal. Hard court which favours an aggressive style of play

RG: Held in Paris. Clay courts! You need to be able to move well and you’ll be really grimey at the end

Wimbledon: Held in London. Somewhat a formal event. All white attire is a must, and the courts are grass. You need to get to the ball fast.

US Open: Held in NYC. Rowdiest crowd, with hard courts like the AO.

#ruwrites ref #idw to tag rpf stuff w the charles tag so reblogs are v appreciated!!#idk if my explainer helps w anything at all but i hope the vibes are somewhat conveyed #if i got some things wrong sorry i hastily put it tgt #im leaning towards wimbledon because the white is cute/its in europe/fits w the prince of monaco vibe #++ u need to be speedy which charles is #but at the same time his adaptability and excellence on street tracks could be translated into competence on clay #in a uh #firmly metaphorical manner #lmk what you think or even vote for your fav major lol

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 1 year

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Idk if you've gotten this ask before, but I was wondering if you could possibly do the seeds with a trans male reader (non deputy if that's ok) who's pre op and dealing with general dysphoria?

I haven't gotten an ask like this yet and I absolutely can! I decided to do small headcanons and short snippet-fics for each of them, hope that format's okay! <3

Firstly If you wear binders he is ready to buy you every brand of binder on the market until you find one you like and when you do he'll fill your closet with as many as you want in every colour available.

If binders don't work for you then he's getting you clothes custom fitted to help give you a flatter look and a billion jackets/hoodies that are stylish as well as Big.

John understands the importance of the Comfort Hoodie and will always have a spare in his car or stashed somewhere in case you go somewhere without one and get hit with a sudden wave of dysphoria.

He will be over the moon if you steal a pair of his boxers, he'll get you your own but seeing you wear his drives him insane.

If you have bottom dysphoria he'll get you as many packers as you want/need, he's got the cash he's gonna use it to help you be as comfortable as possible.

If it's just a particularly bad day he'll cancel all his meetings and other obligations to cuddle and help you through it.

He will have all your comfort movies at the ready, your favourite snacks and drinks lined up and he'll bathe you in loving reassurance until he loses his voice.

John adores you and your body and he'll remind you of that and that he'll love you and your body no matter what point in your transition you're at.

John's number one priority is making sure you're feeling as okay as possible during these moments so if you need more physical affection he will stick to you like glue.

If you need some physical distance you will be wrapped in a blanket burrito and he'll relent to just giving you cheek kisses and playing with your hair.

If you need some words of affirmation he's got that covered too, you are his gorgeous boyfriend and he wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone in the world!

If you voice some insecurities you have John will be ready to dismantle each one of them and though he can't make them vanish he can do his best to give you sweet affirmations and reminders.

He will also just listen if that's what you want but he's got a million different ways to tell you how perfect you are and comfort you about anything he can't actively help with.

That said I am a firm believer he would offer to pay for any surgeries you may want in the future and if you're scared of surgery he would assure you he'd only get the best surgeon and find a way to be there with you. (John paying off the hospital to be in the room during the surgery? it's more likely than you think.)

Overall John is very big on comfort and assurance and making sure you feel loved and desired when you're not feeling your best.

You bury yourself further into the quilt John had brought down from the bedroom, the cold weather allowing the surplus of fabric covering you to be rather cosy and comfortable. That was about the only thing that was comfortable right now, your mind buzzing and stomach churning with discomfort as you tried to disappear into the plush leather couch. You knew the moment you woke up today was going to be rough, you'd avoided the bathroom mirror at all costs and piled on your comfort clothes one after the other.

You tried to focus on the movie John had put on for you, one of your favourites playing on the screen of the old tv you'd convinced him to get. Despite the project's outlook on technology John prioritised your wants and needs to an extent, an old shitty tv and dvd player surely wouldn't hurt anyone. Everything on the screen was bleary, you could barely focus on anything going on. You close your eyes, brows furrowing as that ever present dreadful feeling weighs you down into the cushions. This sucked, it sucked a lot.

"Did I miss anything?"

John's familiar cadence dances through the air, cutting through the static that had been clogging your eardrums and you shake your head gently, keeping your eyes closed. You hear the sound of him placing your mugs on the coffee table before feeling a gentle pressure on your forehead; John's lips pressed against your skin

"How are you feeling my darling boy? Any better?" He murmurs just as gently, resting his forehead against yours and caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You blink open your eyes to see he was kneeling in front of you, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the table behind him. It's such a small thing, but paired with the way he called off all his plans for the day and the way he'd been taking care of you all morning the gesture makes your heart melt. You finally meet his adoring gaze and feel a small bit of the heaviness lift off your chest.

"Not really." You answer honestly, worming your hand out of the bundle of fabric to grab John's hand and press a small kiss to his palm.

"I really appreciate you trying to help though." You mutter and nuzzle your cheek against his palm as you offer your gratitude for his actions, a small smile gracing your face as his becomes almost lovestruck.

"Anything for you love, let me know if you need anything at all." He presses another kiss to your forehead and you lightly tug him forward.

"Cuddles would be nice."

As soon as the words leave your mouth John is standing and maneuvering himself under the quilt with you, his lean form curling around you and his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him. You try to focus on the warmth his body provides and the sweet kisses he presses against your neck and shoulder and nothing else. You place your hands over his, letting him intertwine your fingers together and smiling as he gently runs his thumb over your knuckles.

"Thank you for staying home with me, I know you've been super busy lately." You say as you play with his hand idly, the closeness offering a small bit of comfort. Feeling John's heartbeat against your back felt grounding and you really appreciated it.

"Never too busy for you darling, I'd choose being home with you over everything else, you know that." He hums, pressing a kiss behind your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I do. Still, thank you." You repeat the sentiment and John chuckles, squeezing your hand gently.

"Of course."

Faith's first solution always involves offering to give you a small hit of bliss, can't feel dysphoric when you're high and hallucinating I guess?

If that doesn't sound like a bad idea she will take super close care of you while you're blissed, I imagine you'd mostly just cuddle the entire time while she plays with your hair and peppers your face in kisses.

If you are not a fan of that idea no problem, she will offer lots of physical and verbal affection and other ideas!

She'll happily ditch her duties to spend the day to dot on you (as well using it as an excuse to relax and spend time with her favourite person; you).

Faith is a little more laid back when it comes to affection and reassuring you, she doesn't lay it on as thick as John but she lets you know she's there for you and ready to do whatever you need.

She goes more for the distraction approach, taking your mind off of it one way or another.

She'd suggest a few things; making out, going for a picnic, going with her to check bliss and angel production, etc.

She's content staying home and giving you her sole attention but if getting you out of the house and doing something else helps she's happy to do that!

She has a million nicknames for you as it is but she'll pull out all the complimentary and gender affirming ones, as well as giving you a thousand more kisses than usual.

If you feel comfortable sharing any of your insecurities that come with your dysphoria she'll do her best to remedy what causes them as much as possible (the ones she's able to anyway).

She'll convince John buying you binders/packers will help with project productivity and sneakily get you anything else you need.

She has one old oversized hoodie she used to wear a lot and she will give it to you if you want it, it smells like gingerbread and weed but it's cosy!

On that note she still makes great weed brownies and it's an alternative to bliss she will also offer to make lol.

Above all else she will listen if you need to vent and hold you if you need to get any frustration tears out, she understands it can get overwhelming and she makes sure she's there for you as long as you need.

I also hc Faith may be a teeny bit nonbinary perhaps so she'd have a better grasp on it than the boys do and wouldn't need as much explanation on it from the get go.

Faith swings your intertwined hands between you as you walk, humming a happy tune as you both make your way up the grassy hill. You try to match her energy, smiling whenever she looks over at you, but she can tell your hearts not really in it. It's hard to shake the discomfort stiffening all your joints, making every movement robotic and difficult. You were layered up, more than necessary for the current weather, Faith's old ratty hoodie peeking out underneath your jacket.

In your free hand is a small picnic basket, where Faith got it from you didn't know and you didn't bother asking. You'd had fun preparing snacks for you both to bring on this impromptu picnic, admittedly you'd been ready to lay in bed and be a formless slug all day but the fresh air was nice. And as you reach the top of the hill you note the view of The Henbane River was beautiful too, definitely worth the small trek here.

Faith lets go of your hand, giddily bouncing to your other side to steal the checkered blanket from the basket. You smile as she twirls around, the blanket soaring through the air with the swing of her arms and landing on the grass somewhat neatly. After fixing the corners Faith excitedly pats the red and white fabric, looking up at you with shining eyes. You sit down next to her, almost dropping the basket as she leaps onto you and steals a messy kiss.

You chuckle against her lips, laughing as she peppers a few more kisses to your face before cuddling up to your side and pulling the basket closer.

"Okay one very cute heart shaped brownie for my very cute boyfriend—and one for me!" Faith sings happily, handing you one of the chocolate treats before taking a bite of her own. She hums in delight, resting her head on your shoulder as she savors the sweetness. You take a smaller bite of your own, it was good and the fact you and Faith had made them together made it even more satisfying.

This was a nice distraction, it didn't completely take your mind off of the negative fog clouding your mind but it was better than nothing. You felt better than you had earlier, the outfit change and flurry of compliments from Faith boosting your mood a little bit. You appreciated her taking the time to do this with you, especially ditching work half way through. You knew she hated leaving things unfinished but once she saw you she'd thrown everything down and given you her sole attention.

"We should've brought whip cream." Faith muses, taking another appreciative bite of her brownie. You chuckle and lean your head against hers, looking out over the hill and shimmering water below.

"There's always next time."

"Mm, oh! Next time we should do it at night, near the waterfall you took me to that one time." Faith suggests, a small sparkle to her eye as she lifts her head to meet your eyes. The thought is cute, it would be kind of romantic. If you ignore all the bugs that come out of the woodwork at night anyway.

"Sure, sounds like fun." You smile, mind drifting to that very waterfall and the mental image of Faith stripping and diving into the cold water. You wouldn't mind seeing that again.

"Good, it's a date loverboy." Faith grins and you roll your eyes gently at the pet name, smiling as Faith giggles and pulls you into another kiss.

Jacob may be the oldest and not be super well versed in the gender area but he doesn't need to be to take care of you when you're feeling dysphoric!

If there's any outward force affecting your dysphoria and he can control it in any way he will eliminate whatever it is, no questions asked.

He'll lend you any of his shirts or jackets if you think that'd help, he's not as ready to ditch work so he'll try to minimise your discomfort until he's done.

He's not big on nicknames aside from a stray one here and there but he'll toss a "c'mere handsome," out and hold an arm out to you if he notices you caging in on yourself.

He'll hold you close and press a kiss to your temple every now and then, he's not a verbally comfort you kinda guy so it's the best he can do.

He might try to give you some small tasks if he thinks that'll distract you but if you don't want to be around any of the other project members he'll ask you to read any letters from his siblings that he procrastinates getting to himself.

Once you're both home and alone he'll either walk you both straight to bed or see if a shower is welcomed (Most of the time the last thing you want is to be naked when dysphoric but having Jacob tenderly run his hands down your body with the sole intent to take care of you could be really healing if you're comfy with that).

When you're in bed he'll hold you to his chest and it'll feel like you're cuddled up to a giant teddy bear, he'll listen if you need to talk it out or just hold you while you stay silent.

I hc 'I love you' is a tough thing for Jacob to say so depending on how bad he can tell it is this time around he'll mumble, "You're my boy," or "I got you," into your hair as he rubs comforting circles into your back.

You might have to be more direct with Jacob if you need anything specific from him, like specific reassurances or anything like that he'll need a lil nudge.

When he does give verbal reassurance though you can be sure he means every word he says, he doesn't repeat himself so it's very firm quick reassurances followed by prolonged physical contact.

Cuddling with judges may not help with your dysphoria but it may cheer you up and he has three that he keeps at the centre and they'd all love you so. Yanno.

(He'd also be happy to let you steal some of his boxers, he basically doesn't mind sharing everything with you. He definitely won't say no to seeing you in his camo boxers.)

You watched Jacob's sturdy back with a wavering gaze, your fingers digging into your biceps as you sat on the bed tucked away in the corner of his office. You'd come in a few minutes prior, not giving Jacob more than a kiss to his scarred cheek before bee-lining for the bed. You'd wanted to fall into his arms and be held like nothing else but you also didn't want to get in the way of his work. You know he didn't like being distracted, even though he reminded you gruffly once you were always a welcomed one.

You shift your gaze to your shoes, hiding half of your face behind your knees. You were upset, the sudden wave of discomfort and the constant itch under your skin coming out of nowhere and sending you into a small spiral. Luckily Jacob's chosen had been none the wiser and you'd been able to slip away without much hassle. You really wanted to go home and hide under a thousand layers of blankets but you also didn't really want to be alone.

"I'm almost done here, you good to leave soon?"

At the sound of Jacob's voice you lift your head, he was still facing away, looking down at some blueprints and shuffling through paperwork.

"Yeah, ready when you are." You reply, trying not to sound too eager as you rest your chin on your jeans. Jacob glances back at you, as if hearing something in your tone you hadn't yourself noticed and you feel bear under his gaze. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made you feel seen. His blue eyes were always so calculated, like he was breaking down battle plans every second. But right now they were soft, gentle.

"C'mere," He makes a small motion with his head, beckoning you over with an outstretched arm. You feel almost embarrassed that he clocked you so quickly, but also so thankful that he did. You slide off the bed and walk over to him, ducking under his arm and wrapping your arms around his waist. Jacob holds you to his chest and presses a kiss to your hair as you lay your head against his collar bone.

Being in his arms helps, you feel some of the tension leave your shoulders and you melt against him, closing your eyes and listening to the steady thrum of his heart. You can hear Jacob shuffling through the paperwork again, the hand on your shoulder rubbing mindless circles that soothe you. He doesn't say anything else, just holds you close while finishing up his work. You don't mind, you didn't want to have to explain your sudden mood shift right now anyway.

Not that you'd need to, this had happened enough times Jacob could figure it out on his own. You appreciated the silent understanding, it was refreshing like most things in your relationship. Jacob lightly squeezes your shoulder when it's time to go and you reluctantly let him go, his arm slips off your shoulders but his hand stops to catch your chin.

"Anyone I gotta take care of before we go?" The question is simple, the meaning clear and you can't help but smile at his usual protectiveness shining through his tough exterior. He really was sweet on you.

"Nah, just my head." You assure him, grabbing his wrist gently and tracing the scarred skin gently. He holds your gaze for a second before leaning forward to press a firm kiss to your lips. It's greatly appreciated and you melt into him, resting your hands on his chest. You lean forward as he leans back, chasing his lips and pouting as he steps out of your reach.

"Hold that thought." He smirks and you roll your eyes, walking to the doors of his office to wait for him. You would, and you expected him to pick it up when you got home.

King of body worship and praise coming through, he will be the one to notice you're not feeling great the fastest.

If you shy away from his touch or your body language is more closed than usual he'll take you somewhere private before asking you what's wrong and what he can do to help.

He has a better time wrapping his head around dysphoria than Jacob but he obviously can't understand the intricacies of it fully. He tries his best and always treats the subject with utmost respect.

I figure after a while he'll have a plan for how to go about your dysphoria, firstly getting you away from any crowds and into more comfortable clothes.

He sees you as his number one priority besides the project so if he takes a day off to dot on you no harm is done, everyone understands you come first to him.

On that note everyone in the project is very respectful of you as well, being Joseph's partner makes you like The Father 2 so they hold you on a similar pedestal.

Joseph will spend the entire day bathing you in love, affection, reassurance and comfort. He barely ever leaves your side and if he does it's to get you something or allow you to do whatever you need to do.

He'll cradle your face in his hands and gaze at you with the most loving look on his face, muttering about how lucky he is that god gifted you to him and that he has the privilege to be the one to comfort you in these moments.

Unlike Faith he doesn't have to be sneaky about asking John to buy you any binders/packers, you're family and he expects everyone to value your comfort as much as his or their own.

I hc he has a phobia of hospitals now due to his past and he'll be wary of surgery but he'll fully support you if that's in your future plans, because he might be scared but you being able to take that step to be happier in your body is more important.

Also if you'll allow him he'll appreciate/worship every inch of you from head to toe, with his tender caresses, soft kisses, gentle words murmured against your skin; anything to let you know your body is worthy of all that love and appreciation.

He's probably the best for verbal comfort, he somehow knows just the right things to say and always reminds you your body and soul are so precious and he'll be with you until they align how you need them too and long after that as well. He is on this journey with you!

And of course any of your insecurities are going to be met with reassurances and any comfort he can provide, if you cry he'll wipe away your tears and hold you as close to him as humanly possible.

He hates seeing you in any kind of pain so he'll try his best to keep your mind off of it and your mood relatively level if he can.

As soon as you step through the door Joseph pulls you into a tight hug, all the tension and frustration bubbles over and you let your tears fall freely against his shirt. You cling to the white fabric and he shushes you gently, cooing a string of comforting words into your hair as he rubs small circles into your back and rocks you both gently. The day had started off so great, you'd helped Joseph prepare for his morning sermon and sat off to the side with Faith during it. Watching your boyfriend give his passionate speech with nothing but love flowing through you.

Then as you were seeing people off you caught sight of yourself in a car window and felt your mood drop instantly. The button up you chose to wear was a bit more form fitting than you'd realised in your rush out the door and even if it was barely noticeable you noticed. You felt yourself shrivel in on yourself and had stayed hidden away behind Joseph for the rest of the goodbyes.

Joseph had noticed immediately your change in posture and attitude, using his frame as a shield as you offered more timid smiles to the project members who addressed you. He finished up as quickly as he could, asking John to take care of everything else as he walked you to his car.

Now here you were, clinging to him as you sobbed into his shoulder. You didn't know why it had affected you so much but it had and you wanted to crawl back into bed and hide away. You feel one of Joseph's hands lift up to cradle the back of your neck, lips pressing against your forehead as he continues to sway you gently.

"You're alright my sweet boy, i'm right here," Josephs coos gently, the words melting into your skin comfortingly. You try to take deep breaths, focusing on his words and his soothing voice other than the thoughts swirling in your head. Slowly you calm down enough to stop crying, when lift your head you feel a tad guilty over the wet patch on Joseph's shirt. He's completely unbothered by it though, more concerned about wiping the tears off of your cheeks and cradling your face in his hands.

"I'm sorry." you croak out weakly, Joseph quickly shaking his head and resting his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to apologise for my dear, i'm here if you want to talk about it. We can wash your face and get dressed into something more comfortable first if you'd like?" He suggests and you nod feebly, holding onto his forearms for stability. The crying left you feeling exhausted and you let Joseph guide you to the bathroom, appreciating that he kept a soothing hand on your back as you avoided looking at the mirror and washed your face.

When you get to the bedroom Joseph heads to the dresser and pulls out the baggy clothes you always default too on bad days. Despite the mood drop you feel your heart swell as he dutifully arranges them on the bed for you, his blue eyes full of nothing but care as they focus on you once again. He steps back over to you and you fall into his arms, tucking your head under his chin and closing your eyes. You were thankful you'd found Joseph, in these small moments more than ever.

#far cry 5 x reader #john seed x reader #joseph seed x reader #jacob seed x reader #faith seed x reader #M!Reader Tag #Oneshot Tag #Headcannon Tag #hope this is okay! obviously based somewhat on how I deal w/feel abt my dysphoria but I hope it's general enough to relate too #kept these sfw as well but they'd all be down to help out in other ways iykwim

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femmesandhoney · 1 month

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If it's not too intrusive can I ask how you deal w your pmdd ?

I dont have it but my PMS is fucking brutal I was depressed fucking felt like paralyzed in bed due to anxiety, didnt go to classes,then like a few days later i got my period and then everything made sense.

But i just cant like lose a week of my life like this every month. How do you deal with it?

i went on birth control for it but got off of it after a year bc i decided i disliked the effects of birth control, but that did help my symptoms tons and i wouldn't lie to anyone who wanted to go on it bc it did help me, i made a choice to get off of it unrelated to my pmdd.

managing symptoms can be difficult, often my first "response" is to recognize when my emotions are being affected by my pmdd. usually i can tell pretty quickly bc one day i'll walk up and everything makes me rage at the drop of a hat and then get very sad or agitated just as quick, my emotional regulation just being absolutely dogshit to concern anyone around me if they happen to be on the receiving end of my aggression or if they could jump inside my head and see how it was playing out. after so many years knowing i have pmdd, im able to recognize how a lot of that emotional instability isn't "me" and that im being affected by an "outside" force (oncoming period and hormones dropping). i usually do my best to stay mindful of my reactions then and try and do stuff that calms me down and gets my mind away from what had ruptured my emotional state. usually this occurs right in the morning when i get up, so its a fairly quick light bulb moment for me.

and im definitely used to like a shit ton of negative self talk that over the years ive gotten a better hand on, so when those real lows come around, im much better at talking myself out of those low states, but my pmdd doesn't manifest as strongly or too long with huge depressive states. usually, i just try to find other things to distract me when i feel that low, like chatting with friends, family, watching a movie, going on a walk, eating good food, no matter how small can help shift my mood to a more positive direction. when we're down, our brains are really good at thinking about other sad shit, bc our brain sucks like that, so getting ahead of that curve and trying to intentionally distract yourself with better things can generally help. but again, do not feel bad if that doesn't work for you, bc long depressive states aren't what i normally deal with and my advice is general here.

in terms of anxiety and similar emotions, i feel you deeply there. i manage that similar to how i manage any form of anxiety, which is just to do whatever it is that my anxiety thinks i cannot do, as thats the quickest way to rewrite that pathway in ur brain. it can seem very daunting, but it really does help and you can take baby steps all the while. and usually i end up feeling better after i go to whatever it was i was terrified to go to, which when we're feeling terrible af can sometimes make our day a bit better.

i would also say, sometimes i don't do anything during my pmdd time either bc it really does feel like shit even when ive tried combating it and being mindful of myself, some days really do just suck and i wanna lay in bed and hermit away. i don't think you should beat yourself up about that if some months that happens. its gonna happen again even after we have some successes, pmdd can be very unpredictable and sometimes our environment and our day to day lives just affect it even more and cause some months to be worse than others, and that doesn't mean you're lazy or not trying hard enough or anything like that.

#pmdd #i hope this somewhat can be helpful to you #my main things are pretty much mindfulness and distraction tbh #but exercise can be helpful (i never mean intense workout unless thats ur jam) bc going outside can be meditative for us when we really nee #to try and shift our mood to a more neutral place #I've also been managing my pmdd like this for a few yrs now so ive had a lot of practice at finding ways to deal w it that work for me #so don't feel bad if my methods don't help you either im positive you'll find ways even if that includes meds!

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dustbon · 1 year

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Hi! I really love your gameplay! 💜 🥰 If I'm not mistaken you are playing on a short lifespan, right? But how do you manage to achive goals and max skills? I love how fast paced your legacy is, because I am very slow at progressing 😞. Thank you!

Hello!! Thank you so much :D

I do play wiith short lifespan! I'm not going to lie, it's super chaotic and you're always rushing up everything but I think it's fun :B the thing here is that I always tend to create storylines in my gameplays and that distracts me from focusing on the goals, so having little time to accomplish everything makes me actually try to reach the objectives. I basically embrace random gameplay mode, hehe.

Some of the things I use / do often that help me are:

Choosing your personality traits wisely

Lot traits

Reward traits

Using objects that amplify certain moodlets (the tea brewer, incense, different decor, etc)

Trying different interactions / objects and see what grants more skill gain

Using fame/occult perks

#I hope that was somewhat helpful ;w;#ask #kissalopa

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burnt-toast-life · 2 years

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how scary 1-10 is doors tbh bc i like horror but sometimes i think i can handle it and then i cannot

also does it have trypophobia

I dont think it has trypophobia, I don’t recall seeing anything like that. And mmmm I think maybe a 5-6..? I’m not good at numbers let me just explain a bit from what ive seen so far, mutuals feel free 2 correct me or add on;

There’s a lot of spooky and anxiety-inducing ambience, some of the monster appearances (Rush for example) are. Idk disturbing to look at..?? it gives ME anxiety anyway. There are jumpscares when you die to most of the enemies (and even when you don die; jumpscares in generalt, and also there are rooms closer to door 50 that are covered in eyes that stare at you, as well as a chance to come across an enemy that is just. A massive cluster of eyes. I cannot say what things look like PAST room 50 but yeah

#hope that helps somewhat #toasty ask #idk i have a ton of fun w it but also if my headspace was bad i know i couldn’t handle some of its content if that makes. sense

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baeshijima · 2 years

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i hate to bother you, but as someone who keeps spending any fates/primos to "build pity" before getting the character they're trying to save for...

how do you do it? (also!!! congrats on saving so much omg that's huge!!! you'll defiently get yoimiya, beizhou, and cyno!!! i know it :D)

hjksj its not a bother at all nonnie !! honestly it took me a while to actually, uh, build the patience since i always used to wish whenever i got 160 primos,,,

bUT !! i sort of just told myself that even if i skip a banner, they will still eventually get a rerun if i really do want them after i get my "goal" characters !! and though it may take a while (esp if they already had multiple reruns compared to others) then there will always be new characters to fill in the gap, since new players in the future may want the characters that already had banners before they started (i.e. kazuha, venti, eula, raiden, yae, etc)

and bc i thought like that, i just decided to focus on the characters that i personally really wanted; whether they were powerful, had a really hot cool design, had a really nice playstyle, or i just liked them as a character just factored into whether they were a need on my account HJKFLK

like, with yoimiya i really want her bc i like her design and general character (but i skipped her for ei even tho i ended up getting two eis,,, so really i couldve had a yoimiya already,,,), with baizhu i love him his design, voice and character (and chansheng ;w;) and with cyno he just seems super cool and i really liked him from the bit he was shown in the webtoon !!

overall i would say to just evaluate whether you really like the character and if you do then pull, but if you're pulling for the sake of pulling bc its there, then maybe play some other games? sometimes distracting yourself and repressing the urge with other gacha games or games in general can help a lot !! hkjf personally i just made alternate genshin accounts to satiate the urge to pull on my main 😭 so now i have ayato and c1 ayaka (somehow even tho i was going for yelan,,) on my eu acc and its always nice to play with characters you wouldnt on main :DD

#omg a convo !?#nonnies !!#just genshin <3 #khdsfkj this got so long im sorryhfjgdlf #but i hope this somewhat??? helped???#i kinda just rambled but uh... this is what helped me to save for so long since zhonglis last rerun banner ;w;#BUT TYSM AND MAY U WIN UR 50/50s AND GET THE CHARAS U WANT <33

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toruro · 7 months

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— ✧ devil by the window

temptation touched my tongue / spread the wings of desire (a friday the 13th special)

description: all your fairy friends warned you not to get tangled up with the demons that lurk on the ground, but you swear on every star in the sky that minghao is different.

warnings: smut (18+), consent is clear but reader is somewhat unaware of what sex is

tags: enchanted forest au, demon hao, fairy reader, corruption kink, loss of virginity, innocence kink, pet names (fairy, pretty), condescension, brief implied exhibitionism

w/c: 5k+

request: hiii for hao could u write fairytailesque theme umm like vibes of love between fairy and devil cdrama! mean dom hao secretly a softie for u<33 i feel like u would rock it!!

a/n: i got something out for friday the 13th! sorry to anon for losing the og ask, hope u see this! for those who saw the first version of this, i am sorry. i popped this out by listening to freefall while being high as hell

Joshua was the first to warn you about those who live below. Those who lurk in the shadows, waiting, and waiting, and waiting to pounce on the first naive soul to cross their path.

You didn’t quite believe him at first. Your head was in the pristine clouds that float above; living your little fairy life among the heights of the forest, days spent buzzing around with your friends, glowing smiles and shining eyes, petal-cloth dress flowing over your soft skin as you flutter from tree to tree—your life was perfect.

Seokmin tells you about it next. He recites a story of one of his friends, Chan, who got a little too close to the ground. The young boy hardly escaped the luring hands of a demon who crept up on him, and to this day, Chan has a scar on his left ankle.

Maybe catching sight of the little mark on the other fairy’s skin the next time you saw Chan was a little bit of a reality check, but still, you don’t worry too much.

After all, how could you? Your life was perfect, so what need was there for all this tension? All this trouble, worrying about a world so, so far away …

⟢

You’re falling.

You’re falling unimaginably fast.

You’re not really sure how it happened—you were floating through the trees and something in your magic spasmed for a second and the next thing you know you’re flailing around, unable to get those sparks flying again.

And you try to yell for help, call for Seokmin because he’s the last one you’d seen, a cold rush overwhelming your body when you realize you’re too far down for him to hear you anyways. You close your eyes tight and brace for the impact as you feel the bases of the trees grow thicker as you near the ground and then—

Wait, what? Why didn’t you hit the ground and—oh, you’re floating again. Reflexes must’ve kicked in upon realizing the difference in air pressure.

It takes a few moments to get yourself back on balance using what little energy you’ve got left. You’re dangerously close to the ground—mere meters hovering above it, really, but right as you think you’ve managed to flutter up a bit higher, you lose control again, dropping straight down with no luck on your side to stop you.

You crash down into the ground, letting out a soft shriek as your body thuds. It shakes you for a moment but as you look around, you’re endlessly grateful to have fallen on a relatively soft patch of grass. Dusting yourself off as you try to sit up straight, the fact that you are now on the ground without your magic is dawning on you.

You aren’t sure how long you sit there, just gazing at the thick, dark trees around you. It’s rather peaceful, you wonder if you landed on the same grounds that Chan did when he got that scar. You doubt it.

You gaze up at the sight, soft breaths and gentle eyes, and you start to think that the ground is much nicer than anyone has ever told you but suddenly, there’s a rustling in the bushes behind you. In an instant you feel cold.

Dreadfully cold.

So cold, you don’t dare to turn around, figure cowering in on itself as you shut your eyes tight when the rustling intensifies, turning into thudding footsteps that approach you. And then, it stops, and you believe for a gracing second if the thing has left you alone, but you know better than that because after just five seconds of silence, you hear it breathing from above.

“Wh—who are?” you murk up the courage to whimper, wincing as you hold a hand up to face your face.

Through the fingers, you catch the silhouette of a man. He doesn’t look much different from all the other boys you’ve seen before, and you wonder if you should take your chances and let your hands drop.

“Are you …” Your breath hitches in when you finally look at him—chiseled jawline and sharp, cold eyes that watch you carefully. You feel your palms sink into the ground as you try to scurry back, but suddenly, it feels as though your hands can’t move. “... a demon?”

The pretty man smiles, but some funny feeling in your stomach tells you he isn’t exactly happy. He smiles oddly, and then he chuckles. He chuckles oddly, and then he laughs.

“What do you think, fairy?” His voice is cool and crisp, cutting through you like a blade of ice. The chill is thrilling. You think back to the story Seokmin always tells you. The scar on Chan’s ankle. The words of caution Joshua is always careful to remind you of.

“Y-you don’t look l-like the other—” You stop yourself from speaking because the shake in your voice is too much. You never even knew you could produce such a sound so potent in … fear? Enthrallment? Heat? You aren’t sure.

“The other what?” Slowly, he inches forward, and still you can’t find it in you to move away. You’re starting to think that you simply don’t want to.

His long, black hair wisps over his forehead and a few strands sit above his nose, and you can’t help but admire his natural elegance. He’s standing right next to you now, and as you look up at him, something in the back of your head buzzes.

Your ears are flooded with a white noise and some part of your brain is telling you you should be scared. You should be terrified, and you should wail for Joshua or Seokmin or Mingyu to come help but a much more convincing part of your brain tells you to stay put. To look up at this demon with wide eyes and parted lips. To whisper, “Demons. The other demons.”

He crouches over you now, so close that you feel his warm breath on your forehead. “Have you ever seen a demon?” You shake your head no, too afraid of the sound your throat might make if you try to speak.

He grins, and this time you don’t question the sincerity. He holds out a hand, and you think to yourself that such beautiful fingers could never taint skin like Chan’s.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs into the hazy air.

You don’t hesitate to take his hand.

Your magic comes back by the end of that day, and you are able to flutter your way up with Minghao’s name and a bidding farewell on your tongue.

You don’t tell the other fairies about what you do at night now. You don’t tell the other fairies how after everyone’s settled into their little abodes that linger from the branches, you creep out of your own. You don’t tell the other fairies about the beautiful views you see as you wisp through the trees, catching cool leaves on your skin as you slowly start to flutter down.

You don’t tell the other fairies of the little, illuminated pond you dip your toes into, or how when you turn around as your feet plant into the soil, Xu Minghao is already slipping into your line of vision from behind a thick trunk.

Dark cloth hangs off his chiseled figure, loose ends flowing with the night zephyrs. He sits on a rock by the pond as you cross your legs over on the verdant green grass, light dress splaying thinly over your thighs, skin shimmering under the moonlight.

He talks to you, tells you about his life, his friends. Every night, you listen with your lips slightly parted as you watch him and his dark hair. He teaches you about the ground, about the soft soil you sit upon, he teaches you about the roots of trees, about the little animals that scurry by the trunks, he teaches you that there is so much that lies beneath the tree tops, that there is so much you still don’t know.

Seungcheol laughed at Minghao earlier when he crept away from where he and his friends usually spend the night. “Going off to see your little fairy?” (Minghao wonders if the weird feeling in his stomach erupts from embarrassment at Seungcheol’s tone, or from a growing warmth when he refers to you as his.)

His friends find it a little funny—a fairy and a demon conversing at the dead of night, but he doesn’t really find it amusing at all.

Enthralling, would be the right word actually, because you come down every midnight where he teaches you, and he teaches you, and he teaches you so much, and your eyes are so beautiful, your voice so kind, your smile so bright, and so you teach him what it means for his heart to race.

You two sit together tonight, your hands neatly folded over your lap as you sit on your knees; Minghao sits next to you, legs out in front of him as he leans back on his arms. Under the light of the half moon above, you’re both silent.

You don’t have anything to say, not tonight. The cool air that sits between says enough.

Some time through the moments you sit in silence, Minghao has a hand brushing over your knee. The touch is gentle and cool like the breeze that washes over your bodies. He leaves his fingers there for a few, graciously long minutes, watching you from the corner of his vision to see if you’ll turn away.

He thinks he might lose his damn mind when you don’t move an inch. And so he moves an inch up your thigh, another inch and then he’s under the pretty petals of your skirt, another inch and then he’s almost brushing against the soft fabric that’s nestled between your legs.

Minghao watches you carefully—the way you chew on your bottom lip and your hands squeeze each other a little tighter and then—fuck, you’re squirming already?

“W-what are we doing Minghao?” you ask him so sweetly he feels he might melt into the ground and take you down with him. You have the vaguest of ideas of where this is going to go, and the thought makes your skin bloom with shivers.

“I …” His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him with eyes that look at him like he holds the universe. “I can show you.”

When you flutter your eyes shut, nodding as you whisper, “Show me,” into his mouth, Minghao wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. His kisses are slow but telling; pressing his lips into yours, tongue lapping at your mouth until you gasp and open yourself to him again. Legs locked around his sides as his hands grip onto your waist, your noses against each other in tandem in hopes to dig deeper into the kiss.

You’re shy against Minghao, lips working fervently—you can tell just from the way his fingers glide up and down your sides, the way his tongue melts into yours, the way he holds you—you feel so safe with him.

And then there he is, hands sliding beneath the skirt of your dress and bunching the shining fabric up to your waist; the cool air hits your skin as you gasp into Minghao’s mouth, hugging him closer instinctively. In doing so, you shift forward, core brushing dangerously close to the hardness between his dark pants, and you swear you hear Minghao mutter a curse you’ve never heard before. The sound makes your tummy do tumbles.

“You’ll let me take this off … hm?” he murmurs as he pulls away, fingers toying with the sheen hem of your skirt.

“Y-yeah,” you murmur, shuffling backwards so you slip off his lap. You lean back on your hands in the grass with a deep sigh, legs spreading out in front of you as Minghao climbs onto his knees. His fingers start at your ankle, and the way his hooded eyes watch you lustfully has your breath caught in your throat.

He slowly trails his fingers over your legs, starting from your calf and moving up until it’s brushing past your knees and suddenly his palms are pressing on your inner thighs and shoving your legs apart to reveal the pretty white panties that sit in the middle.

Your core buzzes with a heat, and you find your bottom lip clamped between your teeth as you try not to whine when Minghao’s finger grazes over the thin fabric. “M-mingh—hao,” you breath out, when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and sucks hard against the skin.

Your skin flushes with heat and a sharp sting when his teeth graze over you, but the small moan that leaves your lips sings a melody of pleasure as he swipes his tongue over the bruising mark. Your mouth falls wide open, neck falling back, and Minghao slots one hand between your legs, pressing the pads of two fingers against that one bundle of nerves that has you squirming into the ground.

“O-oh,” you mutter as your hips start to erratically swivel against his in hopes for more friction.

“Patience fairy,” Minghao sings in that sickly sweet tone of his. You wonder if he dropped from the treetops himself from the way he coos so kindly.

“It feels—oh … Oh, Minghao—”

“Tell me pretty … tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispers in a dangerously low tone, breath fanning over your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. Minghao traces methodical circles around your clit, and you can feel a warm wetness grow beneath your panties, causing the fabric to stick against your slick core.

You want to thrash in his arms and squirm into his hold—you want to let tears well up in your eyes and cry because everything’s feeling so good and you can’t think … can’t manage a single damn word.

“Feels—feels good,” you manage out in broken huffs of breath, legs spreading wider than you thought they could. Minghao chuckles as he lifts his head back to watch the way you tremble in front of him, and if you weren’t so dizzy on pleasure, you’d be burning from embarrassment.

“Yeah? Can make you feel even better if you …” He shrugs casually and gestures towards your dress and panties. “If you move some stuff out of the way.”

You don’t hesitate to yank at the straps of your dress, shoving them down haphazardly with trembling fingers. You’re on fire, if anything, and Minghao grins widely as he helps you desperately shimmy out of your clothes.

You start with the dress, flowy fabric slipping off your shoulders and falling down your stomach, finally pooling at your hips where Minghao takes control and pulls it off your legs. You’re left clad in only your panties which are now sheen with arousal, cool air pricking at your bare skin under the moonlight.

“Oh fairy,” Minghao nearily moans when you finally lay back down on the grass, tits bare and spilling all over your chest as your naked legs make room for him to sit between them. “So pretty … so naughty …”

“‘m not naughty,” you try to mumble, but the hoarse desperation in your voice gives you away. “J-just, wanna feel go—oh—good,” you finish with a heavy sigh when Minghao’s fingers are at your core again but this time, sliding your panties to the side to reveal your folds.

“Feeling good, huh pretty?” Minghao murmurs, not giving you a moment’s rest as he plunges his fingers right into the dripping mess. You cry out, back arching off the soft grass as you feel the length of his long, thick fingers slide between your pulsing folds.

“Oh, f-fu—” Your eyebrows furrow when you feel one finger circle around your glistening hole, causing your whole body to twitch with an ache you didn’t even know was possible to feel.

“Say it fairy, say it,” Minghao groans, hearing the dying words on your lips.

“It’s dirty,” you whimper, one hand shooting down to circle around his wrist as you try to guide his finger into your throbbing hole, but Minghao holds his stature firm.

“Say it, or I won’t make you feel good,” he threatens, and your eyes widen as a complaint bubbles at your throat. The way Minghao gives you that warning, predatory look shuts you right up.

“Oh—oh fuck,” you finally mewl. The way your plush lips let the word fall so kindly from your lips has Minghao’s head spinning, and he can’t even find it in him to control himself when he finally sinks his fingers into your hot cunt. “Minghao—”

“So scandalous, huh pretty?” Minghao asks you with condescension dripping from his tone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he rubs his fingers against your gummy walls. “The perfect fairy … messing around with some fuckin’ mean-faced, bad, bad demon.”

“‘s’not like that,” you try to gasp out, core throbbing when he somehow sinks his fingers in deeper. Your legs writhe around Minghao, but his firm hand plants itself on your right thigh, pressing you down and into compliance.

He hums lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat as he watches you struggle to keep your composure; Minghao can see it already—the way your forearms tremble under your weight as you lose yourself to him entirely. “You sure fairy? ‘cause from what I’m seeing … it’s exactly like that.”

There’s a protest right at the tip of your tongue but then he grazes against this one spot inside your hot, tight cunt that has you crying out, head thrown back, eyes rolling all over the place until you’re panting: “M-Minghao it feels—oh, don’t stop!”

There’s a dark sort of grin that tugs at his plush lips as those words leave your mouth. With one eyebrow raised, he starts to fuck his fingers into you faster, thumb toying roughly with your clit as you mindlessly buck your hips into his hand. “Aw, my pretty’s gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

There isn’t a single thought in your mind, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend what Minghao was saying, yet still there’s that funny, burning feeling building in your stomach as all you know is that you don’t want to let it—you can’t let it stop. “Y-yeah,” you whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers. “Yeah … H-hao—I wanna cum.”

Minghao smirks at the slurred words, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade when he feels you spasm under him. “Cum for me, fairy,” he murmurs when you cry out his name, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash down on you.

Broken words die at your lips as you erupt into high pitched moans , orgasm taking over you; Minghao sucks and nips at your neck until finally tracing his lips up to yours, engulfing you in a deep kiss as you ride out the high.

“There we go fairy, pretty fairy … looks so cute when she cums …” Minghao says once he finally pulls away, gazing down at your blown out eyes as you struggle to sit up right. Steadily, he lifts his hand from between your legs, tracing the warm stickiness across the insides of your thighs before holding it up in front of your face.

“Th-that’s—” You inhale deeply before continuing, still staring at the glistening arousal that coats his fingers. “—that’s embarrassing, Minghao,” you rush out, reaching out to swat his hand away, but he dodges and instead plunges the fingers in his own mouth.

His eyes don’t break away from yours, staring down at you in a way that has your sensitive core buzzing all over again with that sweet excitement. “You taste so good, pretty,” Minghao says lustfully, finally pulling his fingers out with a loud popping sound. He watches you carefully for a few moments—the way your pupils are dilated, your bare chest heaving gently, skin wearing a glossy layer of sweat, face flush with swollen lips …

Minghao wants to ruin you.

“You’ll let me do more, pretty?” he asks, and the way he peers down at you with dark, alluring eyes has your head nodding before you can even think to imagine what Minghao means by more. “Good fairy,” he purrs, crawling onto his knees back between your legs, nudging your thighs apart.

“What—what are we doing?” you ask him innocently, eyes widening when he reaches for the dark, ragged shirt that hugs his torso and pulls it off. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch because fuck, he’s beautiful, and you’ve always been one to admire the beautiful.

His body is firm with muscle, heavy round shoulders shining under the moonlight as you back into the ground. Minghao is on top of you now, hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. “You’ll feel good,” he tells you, watching how you run your hands all over his sides as if you were a child being shown candy for the first time.

“Again?” you ask innocently, eyelashes batting up to look him in the eye as your hands instinctively find the waistband of his pants. Minghao lets one corner of his lips lift up in a half smile, nodding his head as if to tell you to go on.

“Yeah, again,” Minghao reaffirms, and you’d be lying if you didn’t squeeze your thighs just a little closer together at the thought. “We’ll feel good together,” he says, and oh this will mark the loss of your sanity, because something in your blood buzzes at the thought of Minghao feeling good right alongside you and you spiral.

Suddenly desperate, you’re yanking down his pants—you don’t even know what’s coming your way (have no clue really), but you also don’t care because you’re just so needy and you know (you just know) Minghao will give it all.

“There we go,” he coos, helping you out with one hand to shove down the dark pants and black underwear that sits beneath. His length springs out in an instant, firm as it hits against your inner thigh with a loud slapping sound that rings in your ears.

Eyes glossy as you mindlessly gaze down at him, your mouth watering at the mere sight of the flush red tip, milky white oozing out from the top and glittering under the minimal light. “You like the sight, fairy?” he asks, reaching to pinch your cheek lightly. Your nose scrunches up for a moment, but you soon lean into his touch when your eyes trail back down to his thick length.

“Y-yeah,” you admit bashfully, letting him shuffle closer between your legs until his length sits on your stomach, balls pressed against your puffy folds. The light contact has your head going dizzy already, and takes every ounce of self restraint to not moan at the feeling.

“G’na be right here here,” Minghao mutters, running his wet fingers over the base of his length, holding it up just to tap it back down on the base of your stomach. “Cock’s gonna fuck you all the way here,” and the thought of being so deep seems to be just as numbing to Minghao as it is to you because you catch the way he gulps down hard.

“Please,” you choke out when he shifts against you, his cock brushing against your throbbing clit a bit harder. “Please—fuck, I need it now, Hao—please.”

“Poor fairy,” Minghao groans, pulling his hips back so his cock no longer rests against your stomach but now slides between your sticky folds. “Poor, poor baby … begging a filthy demon for his cock.”

The way your cunt tightens around nothing at his words has you questioning everything anyone has ever told you, but the thoughts are wiped from your mind when his fat tip nudges against your now aching hole.

“Oh fuck, it’s s’big Minghao,” you murmur when he presses himself into you. “O-oh, I don’t—I don’ think s’gonna fit,” you gasp out when he slips in further, eyes stinging with tears of both pain and pleasure.

“You want to stop?” he asks, stilling his movements.

“No!” you exclaim, a little too quickly maybe, because your excitement has Minghao’s eyes darkening in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now. “I-I—no … I don’t want you to stop.”

“Hm,” Minghao hums while nodding. “Then there’s nothing to worry about,” he says casually in that low, gravely voice that has your breath getting stuck in your throat. “I’ll make it fit.”

Your legs tremble when he sinks his length into you even deeper, punching moans right out of your lungs and squirming under his arms until you feel his pelvis brush against your clit. You’re a babbling mess right now, Minghao having his chest pressed against yours as you whisper into his mouth about how it “feels so good,” how you “feel s’full,” how you’re “in love … so in love.”

“See fairy,” he murmurs, dragging his length out at a dangerously slow pace before shoving back into you at once so fast his balls slap against your skin with a harsh sting. “Made it fit, didn’t I?”

You wanna cry out and say yeah, yeah he fucking did, but your tongue feels like lead when you try to speak, only moans and squeaks of pleasure escaping your lips as his cock fucks into you faster. Minghao’s got one hand by your head, the other trailing all over your body—tracing the curves of your torso, cupping the flesh of your tits, playing with the sensitive nub of your nipple—you might as well be insane from the way your blood rushes at the feeling.

It’s so much—so, so, so much and you aren’t even sure how your body is taking it all, but there Minghao is, whispering sweet, dirty nothings by the shell of your ear.

“You like it? You like it don’t you fairy?”

“Wonder what the other fairies would think of this …”

“Moan louder pretty … put on a show for the whole damn forest, will you?”

It’s a muddled mess in your head, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you dig your heels into the ground to help thrust your own hips upwards to meet the snap of Minghao’s hips. The sloshing puddle of wetness between your thighs lets out obscene sounds that bounce off the trees around you. You wonder if you should be ashamed by how the sound makes your cunt clench.

“Put your hands up pretty,” Minghao grunts through sharp, pointed thrusts. The words fly over you for a moment, not understanding a bit of what he’s saying until his movements still and your eyes widen.

“W-what—why’d you—”

“Put your hands up.”

“S-sorry,” you moan in blind compliance, quickly lifting your hands and crossing your wrists above your head. Minghao’s larger hand is over them in an instant, pressing them into the soft grass as he goes back to fucking into you.

It’s messy now; hips jamming into hips in a passionately frantic pattern that has your body throttling in all kinds of directions until that familiar feeling balls inside of you once more. “Hao, ‘m gonna cum—”

“Wait. We’re supposed to feel together, right? Isn’t that right fairy?”

“Fuck!” you whine, hands thrashing under the strong hold Minghao has on you, desperate to touch him. “Don’t think I can wait, Minghao—oh—”

“You can do it fairy, do it for me,” he demands, punctuating the last word with a deep thrust that has your stomach feeling like it’s being pushed just to make room for him. “Hold it,” he orders, and you would be damned if you disobeyed Minghao, and so you dig your fingers into his back and pull him down for a deep kiss, trying to hold off from your impending orgasm.

He kisses you sloppily, and there’s tongue and teeth and lips all over each other until you’re both pantining into each others’ mouths. “Are you gonna cum?” you ask frantically when he pulls away, eyebrows furrowed with pure desperation. “Please—please, oh my g—Minghao, I need a cum!” you cry out as your walls begin to flutter and your legs begin to shake.

“Cum fairy—cum all over me,” Minghao groans when you tighten around his cock as he rails into you relentlessly, feeling his own end come near. “Lemme cum inside, pretty, fuck—”

Your mind spins at the thought of Minghao filling your hot cunt up and you can’t even think straight before you start to beg, “Yes, yes, yes please.”

“Fuck, gonna let me fill this fairy pussy all the way up, huh? Oh—pretty, fuck I’ll cum if you keep squeezing me like tha—oh.”

Something warm fills your core, walls spasming in an overstimulated mess as Minghao continues to fuck the oozing liquid back into you with vigor. “Shit—Minghao,” you whimper once his hips finally start to slow and eventually still, softening cock flopping out of your drenched folds.

His eyes are sharp as they watch you look up at him hazily. “That felt nice,” you murmur, swaying a little as the aftermath of two orgasms leaves you a trembling mess. Minghao is quick to reach for you, steadying you in his arms and onto his lap, bringing you in for a kiss.

It’s soft and sloppy, and you can feel your senses getting muddled up all over again as you cuddle into him. Minghao chuckles softly, looking down at your figure and then the dark trees that are around.

“Fuck, fairy …” He grins when he catches a glint of a dark eyed demon in the shadows. “You really put on a damn show, huh?”

(Minghao wonders how many times he’ll get to fuck you before Jeonghan starts telling the other demons about your guys’ little secret. Not that that’ll stop him anyways—he’s got the prettiest fairy in the whole damn forest at the palm of his hands, and he’d be damned if he let you go.)

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APOLLOOOO WE WOMT EVER LEAVE YOU IF YOU STOP PLAYING THE GAME. WE'RE ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️<33 remember to please take a break if you feel exhausted and always stay safe !! you can always talk to me if you're feeling under the weather,, idm !!

KYOOOO HELLO sorry for replying so late omg i was off tumblr since i wrote that post bcs i was scared to check it HGSBDJ <//3 but seriously thank you so much and to the others :(( it's really reassuring to hear you just won't like suddenly ditch me or smth if i stop being rlly into in the genshin fandom or wtvr T___T <3 i'll try to rmbr!! and aaa gotcha, tysm :( <33

#⋯ ꒰ა my galaxy ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა letters of stardust ໒꒱ *·˚#— kyoyo! ♡#a part of me feels somewhat 'guilty' ngl bcs i hope me feeling that way didn't force you guys to like ;; yeah or anything idk how to #explain GHSBDH i do know it's kinda Nah for me to feel that tho bcs. if it were a friend of mine who was like that i'd be fine so #i'll try to be a bit more kinder to myself ;; like y'all r to me aaaa thank you so much ;~; <333 #but do remember too okay that i'm here for you too!!! since ik you're younger than me. i have the urge to give you #headpats whenever i interact w u HSBGHDG lil sis like ain T_T it's a bit funny tho bcs i'm not /THAT/ much older #i'm not a grandparent or wtvr . oh man . and one rlly close friend is rlly close to your age WHEEZHBEHGSJ I BABY HER TOO NGL HELP #BUT YES <3 srs i'm shy when it comes to ppl being Nice to me but i seriously appreciate it T_______T

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