#i'm sad on their behalf and hope they can find comfort

[not-poignant]

Hello! I read some of your reposts about importance of comments and that any can be usefull to self evaluation as author. My question - is it weird and uncomfortable if people bring too many personal problems commenting your fics? Like, do you distant yourself out from comments that bring a lot of person's drama, does it feel uplifting in the end, if comment is a lot about reader's not so happy history? Can you still feel joy from that kind of comment?Thanks for unswer if you do.Have a nice day!

Hi anon,

So, this is kind of complex. I would say the vast majority of people don't overshare at all, and when they are sharing from their lives, it's in a way that makes complete sense and is very 'contained.' I can tell they're not expecting emotional labour from me, and that they're sharing because they found a point of resonance between themselves, the story, the situation, or the character/s, or a combination of all of the above.

And like, that's a part of why I write, y'know? I want to strike up that sense of resonance in folks who relate to these characters, so when people share that it has resonated, that's like... purposeful and meaningful to me. I feel like I've made a connection. I also sometimes feel sorrowful - like when someone explains they relate to Efnisien because of abuse they've also experienced, or when someone explains that they relate to a character's chronic illness because of their own.

But I can also generally tell through tone and language that the commenter doesn't expect labour from me, they're speaking their pain into the world in a way that's like 'this is me, and here's this character, and we both share this thing in common.' In a perfect world, none of us would know what this kind of pain is like. In this world, a lot of us do, and we get to feel less alone when we read stories where we feel seen.

And that is, by and large, the general experience when readers share something personal that they resonated with in a comment.

That being said, I do also maintain very strong boundaries with people's personal matters, because I'm not someone who's 'healed and above all my own issues who is sharing what I've learned to people still going through it' I am someone who is still going through it. And often folks have no idea what kind of day I'm having or how I'm feeling when they comment, and so... on the very very rare occasion I do get a comment that feels like it's pushing for some kind of emotional labour that's beyond what I can give... I will not give that labour. I will acknowledge their comment, thank them for reading, and not...give energy I don't have to spare.

And like, honestly, 99 times out of 100, everyone is very respectful of that and even caring towards it.

I can probably count on like two hands, in ten years, the commenters who I felt had become very self-focused or what I felt was over-sharing in comments in a way that sort of...was no longer about me or the story, where they just treated the comment section as a diary instead. In those cases I tend to leave very brief acknowledgements, as a kind of 'I see this, I know this is painful, but this is not my lane, and I don't want this to be my lane.' But a more compassionate version of that.

If anything, the most personal stories, anon, come to me in Asks that are sent via Tumblr, off anonymous, so I can reply privately. These folks are usually very...aware that I might not be in the space to hear them, and are frankly the most 'if you don't have time or energy to reply please don't pressure yourself', so I feel no burden or obligation and that usually makes it easier to reply in my own time.

The ones that come to me via anon, I only reply to selectively, and that depends on a few factors. Some things are extremely personal and frankly I'm not comfortable replying because even if I did it would be to say 'I think a professional needs to handle this.' I've also - very rarely - had a few people do things that were not cool, to manipulate me into caretaking them, usually because they want the comfort feeling that one of my characters creates, and then from there thinks 'Pia made that character so they can give that to me instead.' This doesn't happen often, but it's very distinct when it does.

But that's rare! Super rare!

It might be that others read the comments of folks in fics and think 'I would never share those kinds of details about my life like that' and that's fine for them - but some folks do need to share, and want to feel seen because they felt seen during the fic, and I have no problems with that in general.

I have learned so so much about the human condition, about the fact that things that I thought literally no one would relate to are things that actually a lot of people relate to, etc. through the grace and vulnerability of the folks who comment on my fics with personal anecdotes or even just 'I've been through something like this, and I thought you showed it well / it's a painful thing to go through.'

I know a lot of authors wouldn't have much patience with that maybe? I don't know. I'm literally writing trauma recovery, mental illness and chronic illness, queerness and neurodivergence, and people going through tough times. I don't think an author ends up writing that stuff if they're generally not looking to make a connection with fellow folks who have also gone through some tough times! And even if I can't be those people's support systems, I think all of us having these ephemeral moments of effectively saying: 'Same bro' through the comments, is pretty powerful, and magical, actually.

Caveat: If a person brings personal problems into my fics with the expectation that I will then fix them, that's something I don't really do and don't enter into. That's where my boundaries are firm. Sometimes I won't even acknowledge those kinds of situations at all. If a person reads something for free and then seeks to obligate a complete stranger into being their support or therapist, there's a much bigger issue going on there that isn't my business, and I generally will maintain significant distance in those situations.

TL;DR - I don't think I'd write these stories if I didn't want to make connections with folks who have also gone through some hard times. The vast majority of people who bring up personal stuff aren't necessarily bringing me 'joy' - but I don't just look for joy in the comments, anon, I also look for connection, resonance, moments of feeling less alone, and sometimes that's not easy, but it's still very special. As for the very rare occasions where someone wants me to personally hold their hand, I step back, because a) that's not my job, and b) I don't think folks realise sometimes just how much proverbial hand-holding I need as well lol - I might sound like I have my shit together, but I do not.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #pia on fanfiction #honestly i think like #collectively my 'readers' are some of the best people in the whole fucking world #they're often insightful and deeply attuned to people's issues #they're usually dealing with some shit #they're often recovering people pleasers and/or people #trying to find value in themselves by following characters who are learning not to hate themselves #they're people who want to believe in hope amongst messy lives #while there's always exceptions #the folks i've met via my writing have been some of the best folks i've ever met in my whole life #and even if i only ever know them by their usernames #i'm grateful to have gotten to know them at all #if someone tells me they have a surgery and my fic is helping #i'm relieved and i hope they recover well #if someone tells me they've had a hard year in health #i'm sad on their behalf and hope they can find comfort #idk it's just dsalkfjdsa it's just what it is i guess

[h2llish]

【╰ヾ❝ COULD'VE BEEN ✧„

VIL SCHOENHEIT ── when it could've been ☆ angst, heartbreak, requited feelings, gender neutral, lowercase intended, not proofread

inspired by my fic from me to you

he remembered the moment you came to him, with a smile so sad and ready to be rejected as you gave him a envelope with your handwriting at the top, for vil. with it, a rose wrapped safely in ribbon. by the look on your face and the shyness in your tone as you gave it to him, he could guess what was in the letter tucked inside the envelope must've been important, at least to you. you didn't bother to wait for him to open and read it, you didn't seem to want a response if he did, only apologizing and thanking him before turning away.

rook was with him, with a knowing look that looked a little sad in similar to your smile. he questioned it, but rook brushed him off in rook fashion, telling him it wasn't his place to speak on your behalf. what did he know that vil didn't? the actor wondered silently but trusted his friend despite his question and worry for you.

so vil tucked the letter away and waited till he was alone in his room. as the day ended and he finished his night routine, he sat comfortably on his bed and grabbed the letter.

dear vil,

i've written this letter six times now, and i know that if i continue to read over this, i'll never gather the courage to give it to you. so please excuse how messy it is, and the mistakes you may possibly find.

by the time you get this, i'll be ready to leave for my world. ortho found me a way home, and i wish to return there, even though i'll miss a lot of people here. i'll miss you the most. i'm sorry you had to find out through a letter, a lot of my friends remained unaware, but when you get this, they'll all know just like you.

perhaps you've caught on, but rook was one of the few who knew, he also knew you were going to receive this letter. but, if you are upset at all, please don't be upset with him. i asked him to keep things to himself, he wasn't even meant to know. he was just respecting my wishes.

to the reason of my letter, this is where it might get messy, i hope you understand.

vil, i think you're wonderful, amazing even. while i know how we started off may not have been the most eventful or greatest, you've been respectful. even after you overblot, and forgive me for bringing it up, you've been nothing but kind to me and i thank you. when you offered your own money to ramshackle and then helped rebuild it when it was damaged, i was incredibly grateful.

you work hard, and you care about your dorm. not everyone may see it, but i do vil. you've done your research, have gotten to know everything about your dormmates, and made diets and routines just for them. it shows you really care.

we've gotten close. i care about you, and i think you care about me. we're friends.

but i'll be honest with you, my feelings for you have become more. i'm falling in love with you. i understand if you don't feel the same, i'd feel better if you don't, knowing my feelings were unrequited so i can leave with the guilt of only leaving my friends.

i'll probably be gone by now, and if not, i ask that you don't approach me. i wouldn't be able to keep myself together if you do. i want to go home, nothing will stop me from doing that. i'm sorry we can't have a proper goodbye, but for my own reasons, selfish i understand, i can't face you so this will have to do.

goodbye vil. and thank you for being my friend.

perhaps things could've been different.

sincerely, your friend, [name].

romantic feelings were new for the actor, you were the first person he'd felt anything for. he loved you; he realized as he sat there, hair pulled back neatly and mask on his face. he pinched the end of the letter in his feelings, relaxing when he worried he would tear it.

he respected your wishes in the letter, remaining in his room as he read over the words once more. although it was heavy on his shoulders, he knew even if he had left to confess his requited feelings, your decision would have never changed.

perhaps things could've been different, but you'd always choose your home, and he could not blame you.

patting myself on the back for managing to write something even if it's short. my headaches chilled out again and i took advantage.

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

#╰ ও ❝ angst #twisted wonderland #twst #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland angst #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x male reader #vil schoenheit x gender neutral reader

[spacerangersam]

I've been thinking about patjulian for a while now and I was wondering if I could have some hcs? I don't mind them being for certain aus or just in general at this point I'll take any

you absolutely can, I'm more than happy to talk about them

bi4bi couple, truly

They’re very much ‘I could fix him’ vs’Ii can make him worse’ couple and they’re both right

Pat encourages Julian to be a bit more thoughtful, a bit kinder, while Julian cheers Pat on to be more snarky and stand up for himself more

Though Pat would hate to admit it, he kinds of likes how he’s allowed to be a bit mean, a bit angry, a bit bitter around Julian without having to worry about upsetting anyone

If he says something rude, Julian’s just going to laugh and it’s kind of refreshing, having someone he doesn’t have to be happy around 24/7

Julian likes it too, getting to see a side of him that most others don’t 

They both have similar tastes in music and can enjoy a good jam session to a bit of ABBA. They would also both enjoy Mamma Mia and they would both cry at the end, even if Julian would vehemently deny it 

(in a living au, Pat always has tissues on hand whenever they watch movies just for this, because if there is a sad moment, no matter how short or mishandled, they will both be crying)

I am also of the opinion that they would both really enjoy watching James Bond movies together - it’s got plenty of 

Julian falls first. This is so important to me, I cannot stress enough how important it is to me that, regardless of the au, Julian falls first, and he falls hard

He has a week-long crisis, both sexuality and just a general panic about it being Pat of all people where he just, hides away and panics 

Pat falls slower and later, and when he does eventually have that Oh moment, it still takes like a good month for him to catch on that Julian likes him too. Even then, it’d only be because someone else told him, to his face, yes, he likes you (probably Robin)

He tries to brush it off with excuses at first - oh, I’m probably the only one he thinks would allow this, i’m convenient, etc - and then goes onto assuring himself it’s just a fling, a hasty crush, someone prettier will come along and Julian will move on, and then like a year passes and he tells himself it’s only time before Julian gets bored and cheats and that’s fine, that’s okay, because it won’t be a surprise like with Carol, he knows what kind of person Julian is and there’s a sense of comfort in that

But it never happens

It probably takes like another four months before they’re forced to have a very awkward conversation about it and it finally sinks in that yes, Julian is around for the long haul

Despite what it might seem like, Julian is the more tactile partner, always putting an arm around Pat’s shoulder or a hand on his back, throwing his legs over Pat’s lap etc

Pat uses every pet name under the sun and Julian acts like he finds them all disgustingly soppy, but he doesn’t, he absolutely doesn’t 

Julian only has one, dear, and at the beginning, he would only ever dare use it when they’re completely alone and Pat’s already like, fast asleep

(sometimes, Pat would only pretend to be asleep in hopes Julian might say it)

Pat’s a dog person, Julian’s a cat person, and in a living au they’d definitely end up with both a cat and the dog (ironically though, the cat prefers Pat and the dog, Julian)

Also, Pat would do all the cleaning in the house, Julian all the cooking. Why a rich kid would know how to cook is beyond Pat, but Julian is really good at it so he has no complaints 

All the ghouls are baffled by this relationship and very concerned on Pat’s behalf- except Robin. He’s had to sit through all of Julian’s whining and moping and so knows it’s not just some joke or trick, and is very glad for it to be over

Julian tries to teach Pat how to play chess, but Pat is so bad at it. They settle for playing snakes and ladders, or monopoly 

I don’t think they’d ever get married (two failed marriages between them are enough, thank you very much) but they would exchange rings, a little promise between them without all the flash and drama

I'm going to stop here because if I don't, this could end up being like, 5 pages worth of notes asdfg

#the only bad thing is that i absolutely can't think of a decent ship name for them #it can't be a combo of their names. like. in no way can you make a half-decent sounding one #i think it'd have to be more abstract #idk if anyone has a good idea lemme know because my head is blank

[heeversee]

I just saw your answer on an ask about k-engenes and just wanted to get your take on something. I’m not sure if you’ve been to enha’s concerts before or not so I won’t assume if you have or haven’t but I’m just speaking on my own experience and stuff I’ve heard from friends friend. Do you find that k-engenes or maybe j-engenes, perhaps some c-engenes are not as friendly? I know it can come across the wrong way and as you yourself are korean, my words may offend you and you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable with it but like i said before, its just based on my experience and i just want to know your take/opinion on it.

I, myself am asian (people usually mistake me as korean (mostly this) or chinese or japanese when i was there) but i just felt very disconnected with the fans in korea when i went for their manifesto concert last year. I was hoping to make a few friends here and there since we do share a common interest but i find that everyone seemed unapproachable in a way, like if i asked for help from a korean fan next to me when the staff was checking our queue numbers, she doesn’t seem to want to help me but it was a different reaction from her when she started making conversation with a couple other engenes around us who she realised are japanese. Same goes with the fans surrounding me when we were in the stadium already. (Some c-engenes in particular were very pushy and rude while we were in the floor area) I did manage to meet a couple lovely i-engenes along the way and they were so warm and welcoming and helped me navigate around.

Its just that being an army way before being an engene, I’ve heard so many stories from online and my friends that armys are genuinely sweet and friendly. A friend of mine went to the busan concert last year and it was hectic but every army she passed, k army or i army, they were willing to help her and even show her shortcuts to navigate around even if they didnt speak english. So i was just a bit surprised to get a different response and experience with engenes.

Sorry for the long ask hehe just wanted to hear from you on this 🫣

No probs baby.

Actually even I am an army way before an engene. My friends and I helped a lot of people who are actually not from Asia at this recent concert, since we speak good decent English.

I really wish I met you at that time but sadly I had exams.

You see engenes are different from other fandoms. Idk why, they are not helpful and are even rude to us also.

You can rarely find a few k-engenes who'd genuinely help you. You might not believe me but Korean, Japanese and especially Chinese engenes are (almost) very rude and toxic. I myself am a Korean and volunteered to help people since I also speak a bit of Japanese, but they didn't want any of our help.

Lemme tell you my love, no one is as toxic as Chinese engenes. Or any Chinese fandom (Not to mention they always create a mess in skz concerts also)

I'm really sorry for the bad experience and impression you got from the k-engenes there.

Even I wonder if perhaps k-engenes and c-engenes are forgetting to take their delusion pills before coming to the concerts😂

But trust me if I meet any of the toxic k-engenes I'll beat the shit out of them on behalf of I-engenes and all the good engenes for hurting our dear enhypen members (especially baby niki).

Good engenes also exist, but the sad fact is that we are shadowed by the toxic engenes.

Please ignore my bad English.

If I actually say this out loud in Korea maybe next time if they send protest trucks they'll put me in the truck also 🤣.

Jokes aside. No toxic fans can hurt our dear idols.

Please do look forward to coming to South Korea for the next concert.

Love you a lot 🫶🏻

[delusion-of-negation]

Alright well as a Christian I'm supposed to forgive you but it's NOT gonna be easy. You, that pervert guy and that pedo tranny Dasha are EVERYTHING wrong with the world right now. It's YOUR FAULT our society has no morals. Congradufuckinglations you've made a girl with anxiety depression and BPD cry :)

forgive me for what, exactly? what did I specifically, only me, do?

because I don't remember doing anything bad to or with you, I wasn't involved in any group chats, I didn't spend time with you nor attack you. honestly, as far as I recall, I've said more about you these last few days, and all of that has been talking about finding out who you are, what happened, and what can be done to help end this mental break you're having - a mental break you seem to think justifies bombarding people with slurs and insults.

if you're gonna start forgiving me for shit I didn't do, then I'd rather you start by forgiving me for killing the dinosaurs, demoting pluto, and creating the coronavirus with stolen lab equipment.

dasha isn't a pedo, you dumb fuck, and falsely accusing people of being attracted to kids isn't gonna cure you of the alleged trauma of being a dumb kid who thought you'd make buddies in the anti-feminist community and then it turned out they were just as fucked as any community, and you got hate and made enemies.

we've all been through that shit, but the rest of us get therapy and move on with our lives - if I'm not blowing up the inboxes of people who tortured, sexually assaulted, starved, and beat me as a toddler, a child, a teen, I think you can handle not harassing people who knew someone who knew someone who said some mean shit in your tumblr inbox. when you're afraid of someone who actually hurt you, you don't make it your life's mission to antagonise people tangentially related to them to put yourself back on the radar of the people who actually dislike you - or, in case I need to spell it out, I don't buy your claims about your reasoning one bit.

I think you're being a pathetic attention whore who knows none of the people you're messaging - ace, dasha, etc, and now me - could or would do a single thing to hurt you, you know we're not what you claim, so you feel safe slinging whatever insults your tiny brain can conjure up, so that you can scream about how sad you are and get validation and comfort and requests for forgiveness from people nice enough to care about your temper tantrum. or more backlash and argumentation to fuel your persecution complex.

and you're too pathetic to even think of anything imaginative so you resort to ace's username, dasha's trans status, false allegations, and now you're trying to use the fact that I advocate for mentally ill people as a way to get at me - it's hollow and low effort.

I've tried to be nice the last few days, tried to say it sucks that stuff happened, that I hope you get well, etc, and all you've done is get worse and worse to people in their anons, I'm tired of trying.

as a "christian" (which you barely even are, you're just a wanna-be evangelical fundie fuck repeating what the big names in that area disingenuously vomit out), you're supposed to believe that forgiveness comes from god, that mortals are not called to judge on his behalf - and it's a damn good job because you'd be throwing people in hell for passing some guy on the street who's cousin once sold a spliff to someone he didn't know was seventeen.

while we're on the topic, I was raised around dumbass fucked up catholics (if you couldn't tell from my aforementioned childhood experiences), and you've got every single red flag for "fuckface who's only religious to justify being a fuckface" disease.

buddy, I'm a zombie, I know brain-dead when I see it, and you're on a whole new level of it. so cry more. your mental health issues make me feel sorry for you no more than mine made you not want to send this anon. or, in case I need to spell it out again, I don't give a fuck, you ain't special, I've got a list more than ten times as long as that and I'm not here using it to justify calling people slurs.

sucks that you're sick, but you're not gonna get sympathy points when you act like a slimy little wretch for days on end. I get it, being ill makes you mean sometimes, I've been there. still not my job to be your daddy and tell you to go eat some pasta and chill.

and I wish society had no morals, I wish I was giving it none, I wish I was half the amoral influence that you give me credit for.

I'm sick of puritanical, pseudo-religious, over-moralising of every insignificant aspect of our lives - we don't get a moment's peace from being asked to weigh in on every allegation in the news, every company's practices, whether it's okay to listen to some guy's songs, if your thoughts can make you a terrible person, the politics of other countries, the backlash to the backlash to the backlash to the backlash to some celebrity's baby name, whether some rando is "really trans", and a youtuber's mental health issues.

at this point I would gladly trade it in to be a four year-old chimney sweep in victorian england engaged to my cousin, fuck it. at least my aunt-mother-in-law in that world wouldn't believe in chemtrails and couldn't even spell problematic. it'd be total bliss.

in summary, I don't want forgiveness for shit I didn't do, especially from you. I want you to grow up, you bitchy little cunt.

[ftm-radio]

tw: transphobia, aphobia

I was really close with a friend and then I came out to her as transmasc. She made me promise I wouldn't transition and refused to respect my pronouns, misgendering me at every turn. She listened to every transphobe, agreeing wholeheartedly with healthcare for trans people being banned and trans people being forced out of society. She was "uncomfortable" with me mentioning trans stuff and made me stop talking about that altogether. I hoped it was just shock and she would change.

I came out to her as aroace and she decided it was time to tell me about how I'm "going against my natural predisposition" and I "need to find out whats wrong and get treatment" all the while saying she wasn't trying to invalidate me. I'm just so lost and broken right now.

The worst part is, she's the nicest anyone is about this around me. Mum's a billion times worse, going on about how I need to "get married and have kids" and that I'm broken and need to get fixed.

I'm so done with everything now. I hate my life and every part of it.

Sorry about this. I guess I just wanted to vent to someone. Sorry for wasting your time on this.

anon, please don't think that you're wasting my or anybody else's time by reaching out. never think that. you are not a waste of time or space, and you are allowed to seek help and comfort whenever you need it. fuck whoever told you or made you feel otherwise. 🖤

I am so so sorry that your "friend" and the other people in your life are mistreating you like this.

you deserve better. you are not broken, you do not need to be fixed. nobody else can tell you what is "natural" for you, and they cannot dictate who you are.

if that absolute trashbag of a person claims to be your friend, she should have been supportive and accepting of you from the beginning, but she obviously isn't. you say that she treats you the best out of everyone in your life, and that thought honestly horrifies me. it makes me so deeply angry on your behalf, because the behavior you have described is vile. she sounds like a terrible person to be around, and if I were you I would stay away as much as you can.

It breaks my heart that I can't just snap my fingers and fix this for you. I can't magically pull people's heads outta their asses and make them decent folk. If I could, I would do that for you in a fucking instant, a hundred times over.

because you deserve a life that feels livable. you deserve to have people around you that see you and accept you.

I am so sorry and I am so mad that you don't have that right now.

I know that all I can offer you are words on a screen, but I hope you can take them and have some comfort. it won't always be like this. getting through it won't be easy, but someday you will be away from these people and you will have better people in your life. you have to believe that for yourself, so you can make it happen.

the people in your life right now don't want you to be happy. they'd rather you be miserable than be different than them, and I don't know about you, but I want them to be fucking disappointed. don't let them make you feel bad and lost and hopeless and like you want to give up. be upset, be sad, but most importantly be angry. be furious. be defiant.

stand your ground and keep your chin up, because your new mission in life, should you choose to accept it (and I really hope you do), is to be yourself and be happy, even if it's just to spite those assholes. even if you have to bide your time and wait it out. one day, they won't be able to stop you. one day, you're gonna be free, and they can die mad about it.

#oh and tell your mom that if she wants to control somebody else's life so badly that she can go play a fucking sims game ✌🏻 #ftm radio #listener call in #ask #anon #transphobia mention #aphobia mention #long post

[steveskafte]

THE LAST GOOD ONE If you write about old places as often as I do, then you'll draw a lot of older readers. As someone who spent their childhood interacting with the elderly more than anyone my own age, I think that's wonderful. My neighbours, the widows and widowers, my grandparents – they were all closer to me than my peers. The last of my elderly friends died two years ago this month, two men I met when I owned an art gallery. They lived good, long lives into their 80s. Armón Lewis was a fisherman and Denny Lunn was in the Air Force. They had wives and kids, and spent their retirements making art. To me, they were everything wonderful, hopeful, and positive that can be said about old age. Aiming above all else to be understanding, good storytellers, and to see the upsides of youth. They thought no better of their time than mine. So I say this with the utmost respect – too many of the older folks I've known are deeply unpleasant. In saying this, I know that it sounds like an insult. But it truly isn't meant to be. There are very good reasons why we become cynical and disconnected with time, how we slowly accept unhappiness as something inescapable, and almost comfortable to inhabit. If you live long enough, you'll face a lot of loss. The death of loved ones is the ultimate trauma. Denny Lunn outlived his wife by many years, and finding a way to be happy again wasn't easy for him. He had a true and present joy by the time we met, so I never witnessed that journey until he told me about it. It's the telling that really connects us. All we have are stories. Many older folks will lament that no one comes to see them, how they feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. But I believe that we're responsible, at any age, for forging and breaking our own social connections. We create our loneliness in slow surrender, not putting in the work for mutual understanding. Railing against youth is a cliché that most of us take on at adulthood. Running unchecked, it eventually festers into a fully-formed belief that our generation was the last good one. How likely is it, that in all of human history, the quality of humanity fell off just after us? If we express this belief to all we encounter, why would any young person waste their time on us? For the pleasure of being tagged as "one of the good ones"? Kids these days won't find that enough, and I see no reason why they should. I've always felt old, though I'm really not yet. I suppose that's the influence of my elderly friends rubbing off on me, and the ongoing ache of having lost so many of them. The greatest lesson they taught me is that kindness and positivity don't lose value with age. You don't get a free pass for aches and pains, though it's well understood that you suffer more than most. You're still expected to love with all your heart, keep up with the shifts in society, and to work toward a positive future – even if you won't live to see it. The past is never coming back. Nostalgia won't do it, railing against the present certainly won't, and time is a machine that will never be reverse-engineered on your behalf. You can either die happy, or die sad, and the living will only love you if you manage the first. January 5, 2024 West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia Year 17, Day 5899 of my daily journal.

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

[mp100ficrec]

AAA OH MY GOD !!! i've only recently just got into mob psycho 100 ,, quite late !!! i'm so glad i managed to find this blog and still running ;; i hope you guys do take fic requests, if not that's alright!! i hope you don't mind.. are there any fics that's based around the mogami arc ? i'm kinda looking for a fic that is written about mob's experience in mogami's world. thank you OTL sorry for the bother !!

Hi anon!

Thank for the ask, it's nice to see the energy of a new fan around!

Yeah, we're still up and running (mostly thanks to my amazing co-mod) and we still take rec requests, though I cannot promise how quick we'll be about replying to them. There's some asks in our inbox from some years ago that are still in the works...

I haven't been that active in this fandom for a couple of years, even if it still owns my heart, so there may be newer fics I'm not aware of. There's a Mogami Arc tag on AO3 with several pages worth of content if you feel like checking it out, but here's my personal recs:

(I wasn't quite sure what kind of Mogami Arc Content you're looking for, so I featured a bunch)

(Note: I'm only including trigger warnings the author doesn't use here. Proceed with caution)

Canon Compliant fics taking place during the Mogami Arc (of which there aren't that many):

I don't step on bugs. by mobbus is short and the opposite of sweet. Much like the Mogami arc, it's chilling and painful to read. I like its take on Mob's pov

A Day in the Life of Mr. Perfect by MarenWithAnM is about the fake Ritsu from the Mogami work and suitably angsty, but its ending is more about actual Ritsu and recovery from the Mogami Arc

Sunless skies by flotar is the most chilling of the bunch to me. It shows how Mogami manipulates Mob's thoughts from Mob's point of view and also has the Mogamiland inhabitants acting scarily realistic with their bullying. Special warning for accusations of peeping and groping against Mob as part of the bullying.

Fics surrounding Mob recovering from the canonical Mogami Arc, ranging from an Angstfest to mostly comfort (of which there are more):

Not The First by Kerink is more angst than recovery, but it is extremely well written and I can just see it happening in canon. Mogami follows Mob around and tries to get him on his side again and doesn't succeed.

Sometimes by orphan_account: After the events of the Mogami Arc, Mob has a bad night. Beware, this is a Hurt No Comfort piece.

A Complex is a Good Thing to Have by this_kills_the_man is another short and sad post-Mogami Arc fic about Mob having a bad night and grappling with what Mogami told him about ESP and emotions.

Zoning Out by lethotep is a neat short character study where Mob reflects on how much he has changed and tries not to think about the bad parts of that change and the trauma of the Mogami Arc. Includes accidental self harm.

Little Blessings by tiredRobin is about Mob choosing to let a curse that hurts him stay in order to cope with the Mogami arc and hiding it from everyone else :(

Tell Me, Mr. Cat by jonbsims has Mob really feeling the after effects from the Mogami arc and refusing to tell Ritsu about it. Another one of the short and painful ones

A taste of what it's like without it by theovenbird also has Mob being affected by the animals of his real world reminding him of the Mogami world and the people around him taking note and trying to help.

No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk by SpiritusRex: in which Reigen adopts a cat named milk and Mob worries about her. This is the sweetest of the bunch so far

Snap/Rewind by bikeaeathetic alternates between Mogamiland memories and Mob opening up to Ritsu about what happened. If you like Kageyama brothers bonding, you'll probably like this.

In Did The Years Tick By For You Like I? by Hino Shou and Mob encounter Minori years after the events of the Mogami Arc and Shou confronts her on behalf of his friend.

And for a fic I especially liked, there's the Return. Continue series by UncannyCookie, which is a 100k words long TeruMob fic. The first part in particular focuses on Mob coping with the after effects of the Mogami arc. The characterisation is very on point! Fair warning, it has been unfinished for a few years now.

Here's another last one that's one of my absolute favourite fics in the fandom: The Family That Stays Together, Freezes to Death Slightly Slower Together by nimagine and sweetbabyrayray! 50k+ words of post-Mogami Arc case fic where Ritsu tags along with Mob and Reigen on a new exorcism assignment because he noticed his brother acting odd. Quality team dynamics, quality banter and excellent mixture of angst and hurt/comfort

Alternate Mogami Arcs centering around Mob:

Different shoes by iamcurrentlycravingramen explores what might've happened if Dimple hadn't managed to get to Mob in time and Mob had emerged from the experience much more influenced by Mogami. Short and chilling.

Dark by amaranthinecanicular is about an alternate Mogami Arc where Reigen gets possessed by Mogami instead. It's deliciously angsty, but also - beware - as the title says quite dark!

People can change by theholychesse which is a tragedy where Mogami's world is Mob's reality, leading to him stepping into Mogami's shoes - except he's even worse and more dangerous about it.

Last but not least, A Breach of Trust by Phantomrose96, in which Mogami kidnaps Mob as a kid and Reigen ends up more or less accidentally rescuing him. This fic is famous within the fandom and spawned a lot of spin offs and art, so if you end up liking it, you have a lot of fanworks to look forward to!

Personally, I haven't kept up with the latest updates, but (as with the rest of these) watch out for the trigger warnings in the tags of the work.

Special mention to the river of three crossings by malfaisant which is a verse where Reigen gets Mogami arc'd instead and happens to be one of my favourite fics in this fandom as well!

If anyone has any further recs for anon, feel free to add on!

#mp100 fic recs #mob psycho 100 #mogami arc #anon ask #rec compilation #long post

[ask-afc-richmond]

for everyone except Ted: what was your reaction when you first read/heard about the article by Trent Crimm (The Independent)?

Higgins: I was very worried about Ted. Having a private story like that leaked to the press would be tough on anyone, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for someone already struggling with anxiety. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when he walked into Rebecca’s office that morning, and seemed to be handling it well. He’s just proven to everyone that he’s a lot stronger than a lot of people have given him credit for, especially whoever that anonymous source was.

Dani: The first thing I felt was deep, deep sorrow. I have done my best to keep my personal life out of the tabloids, but to see such an invasion into someone’s personal life- especially to someone as kind as Coach Lasso and for something so personal as anxiety made me incredibly sad. However, unlike some of my teammates, I chose to focus on being there for Coach and offering my support rather than hunting down the anonymous source. I think, in this case, we should take a page from Coach’s book and accept that trying to get vengeance will only lead to more pain. ❤️

Beard: When I first met Ted, I didn’t know what to think of him. He can be a bit of a force of nature, personality-wise. His coaching style was different but in a good way. Not long after we started working together, some information came out about my personal life that made some parents and university higher-ups…uncomfortable at the prospect of me being around their boys. I was prepared to resign, but Ted surprised me by telling the university that if I were let go, he would leave with me. At the time, we were on a hot streak, and the university did not want to lose Ted. So I was allowed to stay. What happened to me wasn’t as widespread as Ted’s, but I remembered that raw feeling, like being naked in the town square for all to see. He made me feel normal, like nothing had changed between us. So when the article dropped, I made it my mission that Ted would get that same feeling from me that I got from him.

Rebecca: What was my reaction to the article? Hm.. I think my feelings could best be summarized with the words “Blind Fury”. Truly I was furious on Ted’s behalf. He’s my friend and he’s a fantastic human being and coach, and he deserved better than to have one of his worst moments made public and used as fodder for entertainment or whatever they think they were doing by publishing that story. Listen, I get it. I understand why Trent Crimm felt the pressure he must have felt to write and print that story. Just as, with some time, I came to understand how the papers could publish all the stories they did about my marriage and divorce to Rupert. However because I’ve been where Ted is now, it makes me all the more appalled and angered for him. And I wish he would have allowed me to use my contacts to find out who the source was. Because that is the true villain of this story here. To think someone could be so cruel to go to a reporter about another human being’s suffering, their mental anguish as if they aren’t going through enough, its reprehensible.

Roy: Anger. More than anything else then, I felt angry. Knowing that a person is struggling, and then just handing that knowledge to a pack of vultures like the fucking press is fucking deplorable. He didn't deserve that, and anyone who's spent five fucking minutes listening to him talk in that stupid accent of his would agree.

I don't think I'm the best at the comfort part, but...I've got his back. The whole team's got his back.

And as for the source....well, he better hope the boys never fucking find him.

Jamie: I was a bit pissed off about it, to be honest. Still am. Maybe more than “a bit”, actually. I know the gaffer said it doesn’t matter and we should forget about it, but I still want to find out who the rat was. I know I can be a bit of a twat but I would never have done something as fucked up as that, even last year. Worst I ever did was tell the press I thought he was a wanker and a shit coach and an American rodeo clown, but there’s a line you don’t cross. What makes it worse is knowing that whoever it was is probably somebody the coach trusted. I hope they get what they deserve.

Sassy: I don’t follow news much and especially not sports, so it was a couple days before I saw it. This might sound strange, but after being initially angry about the insane invasion of privacy — no one deserves to have their mental health be treated as tabloid fodder, least of all a sweetheart like Ted — it actually put a lot about him in context. And then there was this sorrow that sank in my chest.

I knew he was still processing his divorce, I knew being away from his son was taking a toll, but I had no idea he was struggling like that.

What’s funny is that Ted had just called me the night before the article was published and didn’t mention a thing about any of it. I sort of wish he felt like he could’ve told me, but I get why he didn’t. He and I just aren’t at that place.

#ted lasso #leslie higgins #dani rojas #coach beard #rebecca welton #roy kent #jamie tartt #flo sassy collins #ask

[kinkmaster3000]

oh wow if you can do more character a and character b things that'd be so cool!! maybe with an office setting, some secretary spread? >:9 im down for anything tho I'm still sad that other imagines blog is on hiatus :,(

This ask has been in my inbox for like two fucking years, very sorry to whichever beautiful person sent it 🙏 I mixed the genders up a bit just for funsies but they’re pretty much interchangeable with whoever you want to be in that role.

- A tends to be a comfort eater, and it’s been a very stressful day at work. He takes his lunch break and finds himself eating in the breakroom alone. He clears out everything he brought in about 5 minutes, and opens the fridge to get his drink, only to be tantalized by everyone else’s meals. He goes on a messy binge, devouring everything in record time and getting crumbs and condiments on his expensive button-down shirt. By the time he’s finished, the fridge and cabinets are completely empty and his shirt buttons are digging into his flesh. He feels too heavy and lethargic to move, and sits there in a daze. As the stupor clears, not only does he feel incredibly guilty about eating everyone’s food, but he remembers that he has a video conference in 15 minutes with some very important clients. The problem is, he cannot stop hiccupping and burping, so this would be a disaster. As he’s freaking out about his situation, his cute secretary, B, walks in to get a cup of coffee. He tries to apologize, feeling awful about eating her lunch, but she just smiles at him sympathetically, knowing the stress he’s been under. She just gives him a firm pat on the belly (bringing up a sizable burp) and goes off to call the clients and reschedule his meeting.

-Same as the one above, except character B is A’s client instead of his secretary. Even though B could be getting a better deal somewhere else, he continues to do business with A’s company because he finds A to be very attractive and likes dealing with him. He also happens to be a feeder. He’s excited for the video conference with A, and doubly so when he sees A miserably trying to stifle hiccups. He even awkwardly shifts his eyes downwards at one point, hoping to catch a glimpse of A’s stomach, before remembering that it’s a video call. A is looking increasingly more anxious by the minute, as he continues to hiccup and burp very softly behind his hand as he explains the figures, while B is just getting more and more giddy. Eventually, the tension in his stomach gets to be too much, and he can’t hold in a guttural belch that clips the microphone a bit. He’s mortified, apologizing profusely and trying to make an excuse to continue the meeting later, but B insists, lying and saying that he doesn’t fully understand the pricing yet. A reluctantly continues talking, accidentally burping a few more times, before he realizes that B doesn’t care at all. In fact, he seems very pleased. A begins letting out closed-mouth burps in-between sentences, regaining a bit more of his confidence with each bit of pressure that is eased out. B gives him a better offer than he began with, and (almost too) enthusiastically asks him to “talk about it over lunch” next week. A is thrilled about making a good sale, and has no clue about B’s devious intentions.

-A, a classy, serious woman who is in upper-level management at a prominent company, gets terrible indigestion from anything with even the smallest amount of spice. The problem is, she loves spicy food, the hotter the better. One day, during lunch, her bubbly, motor-mouth assistant manager, B, insists on the two of them going out to eat at a restaurant she just has to try. A reluctantly agrees to leave her work because B won’t take no for an answer). When they get there, she perks up a bit when she sees Phaal curry on the menu. It’s deliciously flavorful, and also packed with habanero peppers. She’s in heaven as she eats it, and then hell 10 minutes later as her chest starts to burn intensely and her stomach starts to roil. She tries to hide how bad she feels from B to maintain her image, but long, queasy belches that burn her throat start to come up involuntarily on the ride back. Her stomach is gurgling like thunder the entire time. She even has to pull to the side at one point and let the concerned and unusually quiet B, who is a notoriously bad driver, commandeer her precious BMW on the way back because she can’t focus at all on the road. A is completely undone, groaning, hiccupping and belching with increasing length and violence as they work their way back to the office

She manages to hold everything in as B ushers her up the stairs (wanting to avoid seeing someone else in the elevator), until she gets back to her private office. She’s horribly embarrassed and gives B a rare apology, saying that this often happens to her and she shouldn’t have gotten the curry knowing that. But before B can even reply, A’s notoriously strict higher-up gives them a call, wanting to speak with the two of them about some important matters. They know better than to decline the call.

The more they talk, the less A is maintaining. She’s having trouble keeping up with the conversation, and the pressure in her belly is becoming unbearable. Unable to take it anymore, she turns away from the machine and risks letting out a soft burp, but it keeps going and becomes loud and gravelly, tearing up her throat as it comes out. The entire room goes quiet, but before she can start apologizing profusely, B does it for her, taking the blame and saying that she ate too much at lunch. Desperate to save face, A scolds her and has her leave the room, apologizing on “her behalf” when the higher-up is displeased at her “unprofessionalism”.

After the call thankfully wraps up with no more outbursts, she rushes to find B, who is sitting at her desk and filling out paperwork, somewhat sullen. A apologizes for her actions, thanking B and saying she didn’t know what else to do. B simply stands up and knocks A harshly on the back, dislodging an even larger belch before. She asks if A “got it all out” and A just nods, a bit sheepishly. “That’s good and all, but I’m never letting you order spicy stuff ever again.”

- A and B are both receptionists for the same company, and work at the same desk answering calls. The two of them are close, and A has a bit of a crush on B, but she has a boyfriend and A is very shy, soft-spoken and dorky. B is kind of a glutton, which A thinks is adorable, and A loves to cook, which B thinks is adorable. So everyday, A brings B Tupperware of increasing sizes filled with delectable homemade meals. B can’t get enough of A’s cooking, and A can’t get enough of watching B chew and swallow and sighs in satisfaction. He finds himself listening very closely for little burps and hiccups, and when she wears blouses that are tight or sheer, he has a hard time keeping his eyes off of her belly. They do this every shift for a couple months, and B starts to get a bit of a stomach pooch. It drives A wild, but one day, B comes in looking distraught, and won’t talk to A. When she refuses his lunch, he presses her on what’s wrong, and she says that her boyfriend made an unsavory comment on her weight as she was getting ready that morning, blaming A for always pushing so much food onto her. A is hurt but apologizes, saying that it wasn’t his intention but that he thinks that she looks amazing with the extra pounds. B is touched and accepts A’s food, enjoying it as always, and finally starting to see him as maybe more than just a friend.

#burping #burping kink #stuffing #stuffing kink #belly kink #belly #indigestion #bloating kink #wg #my writing

[shibaraki]

Hi! I'm Kaye and is it okay if i get Patched up with one of the haikyuu boys? I go by she/her and I tend to be very understanding. I'm also always the peacemaker and the mom of the friend group.

Congratulations on hitting a milestone! Your works really make me happy so thank you so much for that. Have a great day! ❤

Of course! lovely to meet you Kaye. Thank you so much for supporting the event and enjoying my work ^3^ I hope you’re happy with your match!

You'll be patched up by... NISHINOYA YUU

Yuu is vibrant and full of energy, but regardless of that he is also very dependable and disciplined when it comes to the things he cares about. That includes you. Sometimes you get so caught up in making sure everyone else is happy, you don’t look toward yourself. So when he sees you aren’t letting yourself have fun he will step in.

Yuu teaches you how to step out of your comfort zone and try new things. With him you have nothing to fret about. He never makes you do anything you don’t want to and holds your hand through everything.

Being the peacemaker is very mature of you, but also a lot of responsibility too. Noya is outspoken about what he thinks and he makes sure to tell you that it’s not your job to solve other peoples problems, and they shouldn’t be using you as a sounding board.

He always sees you helping others and offering them your empathy but who helps you, who gives all their time to you? He decides it’ll be him. Nishinoya makes it his job to make you laugh and shower you in affection, so you know that he is looking at you and only you.

Nishinoya finds you in the courtyard, sitting on one of the many benches lined up along the flowerbeds. You’re taking slow bites of your food, expression clearly troubled. He speeds up his steps, restraining himself from breaking into a run to get to you.

“Hey pretty girl!” He chirps, coming to an exaggerated halt in front of you, his feet skidding slightly along the pavement. It startles you, and you drop the piece of food you were holding between your chopsticks.

Nonplussed, Yuu simply grins and shuffles closer to you so he can cup your cheeks in his hands, leaning forward to peck you innocently on the lips. His boldness, boyish smirk and lack of embarrassment is almost enough to lift your spirits.

“Hi hot stuff,” you smile softly, the empty feeling from before now being filled with something sweet and warm. Your boyfriends cheeks blossom while he takes a seat beside you, your thighs pressed together, and he pulls out his own lunch.

As he takes off the lid to his bento he tilts his head curiously and asks, “what were you sad about before?”

The question causes your smile to tighten, lips pressing together into a line and your eyes lowering in defeat. Wordlessly you lay your head on his shoulder, and he continues to eat as he waits patiently for your reply.

“It’s not a big deal. Two of my friends got into an argument and both wanted my opinion. I tried to stay neutral but just ended up making it worse, I think”.

Yuu huffs in thought, thinking over his response before he says it. Sometimes he gets angry on your behalf in these situations which he knows isn’t what you really need. He picks out a part of his bento that he knows you like and holds it over to your mouth, your lips wrapping around the end of the chopsticks to take it. His heart flutters at your pleased hum.

“You already know my opinion about that sort of thing, gorgeous,” he says, his lips jutting out to form a pout. “It’s not up to you to fix things for other people, they rely on you way too much. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t make it worse, they should’ve kept it between the two of them”.

You sigh weakly, rubbing your cheek against the material of his shirt. “I know you’re right, I just can’t help but want to help. I understand where they’re both coming from but they couldn’t see it”.

“Well I won’t let them get away with upsetting my girl,” he grumbles playfully. “Idiots have no, what’s it called… emotional intelligence. They gotta get on my babys level”.

You knock your head against his, laughter hidden behind your hand. “Yuu, leave them out of it. That’s enough arguments for one day!”

Elation floods him at the sound of your laughter, beaming when he catches the shine back in your eyes. He presses his nose into your apple red cheek, completely unashamed by public affection. “That’s fine. You’re all I care about right now, anyway. Just want you to be happy”.

“You make me happy,” you reassure him. “Thank you, handsome”.

He plants a much-too-wet kiss to your temple. “S’what I’m here for!”

Insecurity infirmary

#insecurityinfirmary #I hope this is ok for u lovely! #haikyuu #hq x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader

[lovelivingmydreams]

The worst possible thing.

*stares at this long and hard.* Fine!

@kingcreativityau you know who is responsible for what comes next.

Yes @hunter-with-a-tardis I'm looking at you

Janus was pacing the floor. He didn't like this one bit.

“What's taking him so long?” he wondered aloud.

It was a rhetorical question and the sides who were sitting here waiting couldn’t answer him even if it wasn't. No one liked this plan. It hadn't even been a plan. It was half an idea Logan and Janus would have dismissed at once if Virgil hadn’t been in the room  and overheard Janus mumble about it. Harnessing Virgil’s given powers and undo what king had done.

It was too risky to even consider. Janus didn’t need Virgil to point out all  the ways it could go very wrong. To everyone’s shock Virgil came with a solution though. He'd take king up on his offer and finish the gallery, ask him to teach him to get control over the shadows. If king took a liking to teaching, which Virgil thought he might, he'd keep doing it and eventually Virgil could lift the curses and they all could get back to helping Thomas.

Janus had wanted to argue. Sure king enjoyed instructing others in skills he felt more proficient at. He recalled King teaching him to duel not too long ago. He also remembered what happened after the student caught up though. King storming away and then, after he'd managed to get out of king's obstacle… how he'd been cornered, the panic the punishment for daring to upset the king in any way. No this was their mess. Virgil was not yet on king's bad side. That was a card they couldn't waste on something that risky.

But Logan had been writing and Janus was convinced he'd say something similar. And Virgil was more likely to listen to Logan so he'd waited.

He should have known Logan would never just dismiss any idea out of hand.

Somehow they'd all agreed to see if Virgil could get a first lesson. And soon Virgil left them to practice with the king every day. Which should be a comfort right? King clearly enjoyed the activity and he was not suspicious of anything. That was exactly what had Janus worried now.

Because king wasn't the only one enjoying the lessons. Sure Virgil still seemed terrified of the man, but whenever he returned he was deep in thought, sometimes with a small smile on his face. The one that said: I just did something right.

He'd been looking at them oddly too, like he was figuring out a complicated puzzle.

Something was off but Virgil refused to talk about it. Something about a promise he made.

A click of a pen echoed through the mostly empty space and Janus' head snapped up.

Logan needed his attention.

He was scribbling down something as fast as he could and handed it over. Janus read it over. It was a long ramble, but it came down to one thing.

“I do have faith in Virgil. It's king I’m worried about. One perceived slight and…”

Janus touched the mark on his face. The memory of it's creation very vivid in his mind.

“Aw, you do care,” Virgil's voice came from behind him. Janus whirled around.

Something about what he saw took him back, to a time when he had two misfit friends who didn't hate him. Before the fight.

Maybe if was that mischievous smirk or the way he carried himself as if he couldn't care less what other people thought. Except now he really seemed to mean it.

His clothes weren’t back to normal by any means. They were upgraded though. From a dark version of Roman's original outfit to one reflecting the fitting in upgrade. Except Virgil wore a few medals pinned on his vest. As well as applying Virgil's black and purple with white detailing color scheme.

He also wore a dark purple hooded cape instead of a sash.

Most startling of all, he looked genuinely comfortable with it all.

“Virgil? Is that you?” Janus asked.

Virgil nodded, still smirking. “Indeed it is,” the deep terrifying voice of the King boomed and suddenly he stood behind him hands delicately resting on the youngest side’s shoulders.

But Virgil didn’t even flinch.

“Dear Anxiety made so much progress, I felt he deserved a promotion. I offered him the title of Prince,” king summoned a dark crown in his hand only to immediately clench his fist and make the image disappear. “but he is so loyal to those he considers friends he wouldn't even consider to take my light half’s title,” King praised fondly. He stroked Virgil's hair for a moment. “So he is my head counselor now on top of creative minister. And you should all be happy to know, he made a plea on your behalf.” King waved his hand and suddenly Patton was six years old.

“Wha… I can talk?” Logan gasped astonished.

“You explain the conditions to them. I have to get back to work.” And just like that, King was gone.

“You did it?” Janus asked perplexed this was too good to be true.

“King did. Don't take his generosity for granted,” Virgil warned sternly.

“Virgil, kiddo…”

“You shall not address me like that!” Virgil hissed, his voice booming, twisted and sinister, a dark aura flaring up, making them all step backwards in shock.

Virgil took a deep breath. “Names are for friends and allies. After what I heard… you’ll have to earn my trust back,” he explained a little calmer. They all froze in horror. King told him… of course he did. He'd have to be a fool not to.

“These gifts have conditions attached. Morality you can get back to your own age with good behavior, the reverse is true as well though. Logic your voice can not speak ill of the king and what you do say about him will find it’s way to us.

Any and all communication to the king must go through me. You remember my shadow?” the creature in question appeared next to Virgil.

“He'll… assist you when I am with the king. Ask him if you need to ask me or king something. Oh and fair warning….” Suddenly they all fell to the ground. Crushed by guilt and fear and desperation.

“I’ll do anything to protect Thomas from having to live without us ever again. I won‘t permit you to anger the king. Understood?”

They all nodded as they whipped at their tears.

“Good. Dismissed.” When they looked up Virgil was gone. Only his shadow remained. The creature stared back at them looking heartbroken. “I’m sorry,” it whispered.

“This… might be the worst possible thing,” Logan muttered as he helped Patton up. While the two oldest sides discussed their situation Janus stared in horror at the tragic looking shadow.

How could he have let this happen?

 Janus opened his eyes. He was sweating, his heart was racing. What was real, what was a dream? He looked around. He was in his room. He got up to his knees and tapped a rhythm neither he or his neighbor had heard in years. Virgil used to wake up from nightmares like this. Not sure about reality and scared to leave his room. So they came up with a system. Notes weren't an option when you didn't want to turn on the light and alert Remus someone was awake to play with him. So they made up their version of Morse code.

‘What is going on' was always the start of such a conversation. It was just a long series of rapid light knocks. The first reaction, ‘I hear you' was a flat palm against the door. Then you wait for the other to respond. Virgil's response was quicker than he expected.

‘Patton. Small. Logan. Silent. Twins. One.’

Janus nodded. He hadn't dared to hope that all of it was a dream.

‘you?’ he asked. Though he doubted if Virgil could know what to tell him to assure him he wasn't currently being tutored by king. ‘Scared. Confused. Angry. Sad.’

Janus bit his lip. Virgil didn't use the code for pupil. If there was any real plan like in his nightmare Virgil would mention it. He’d been on the other side of these conversations often enough. Yes, everything was… well not fine but not as horrible as he'd feared. All he had to do to keep his dream from happening was not leave Virgil alone with the king. And… maybe figure out how to tell Virgil what had happened all these years ago.

Janus got ready to knock. There was a knock that meant to convey empathy. To be a comforting reminder that Virgil was not alone. But halfway through he remembered another pattern. One Virgil would always close the conversation with. It was almost an alternative for goodnight in these conversations. But it meant ‘Sorry’. Janus' scales stung with the thought of that word. But if he knocked the pattern… it wasn't the same right?

He took a deep breath and started out with: ‘Thanks.’ He readied his hand it was just three knocks long… But the very thought was agony

‘Welcome. Good night.’

Janus sighed as he heard the reply. Perhaps another time.

‘Good night.’

@moonlightshow00 @naturallyunstablegamer @alias290 @meowthefluffy @antiredhuman

#sanders sides #ts sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #king creativity #kingcreativityau

[spicycreativity]

Intertwined - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Content Warnings: It's a hanahaki fic, so. Mild body horror, blood, respiratory illness. (Starts at Ch 3 and gets worse from there).

Characters: All

Pairing: Moceit

Additional Notes: This one was supposed to be Darker and Longer, but turns out I'm not in the headspace to write angst atm, so it ends up moving p fast. Swaps between Janus and Patton's POVs. Post-PoF, light angst. Not whump. They both get hanahaki, but there is absolutely no version of Moceit in my mind where Janus isn't the one who falls first. My AO3 username is WizatdGlick.

Summary: The story of how Janus and Patton find each other at rock bottom and fall in love anyway.

A gentle knock on Janus' door drew him out of his thoughts. He donned a mask of triumph as he rose to open it, straightening his hat as he went. It couldn't be Remus; Remus never knocked so softly, which meant that Janus had to perform. He slid into the role with difficulty, struggling to find the edges of this gloating persona when all he felt was numb and tired and lost.

It was Patton at the door, and Janus felt everything slip, and Patton's eyes lit up with recognition, and all of Janus' resolve fell away in the face of that beseeching gaze.

"Come for another debate?" Janus asked in a low voice, making no effort to hide his ironical smile.

Patton smiled too, though he dropped it a moment too soon. Janus got the distinct impression that Patton was also far too wrung-out to put on any kind of act tonight. "Just came to check on you."

It would be as natural as breathing for Janus to draw back, place his fingertips delicately to his chest, widen his eyes. ' Check on me?' he would say, all faux-innocence, ' Please, Patton, I'm not a child. I don't need your pity.'

But he didn't.

Here was Patton, reaching out, and hadn't that been what Janus had wanted all along? That tiny, fervent flame that he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge, that smallest ember of hope that someone might just give him what he was convinced he had to take.

The seconds stretched out until the silence verged on awkward, and Janus' pride stood up to do what his cunning would not: "I'm fine." He was fine, strangely. Not happy, as he perhaps should have been, but nothing hurt.

Patton's brow furrowed. "Am I supposed to believe that?" he asked gently.

Something warm and soft and dangerous bloomed in Janus' chest at Patton's look of confusion. He had freckles on his nose, scattered like spilled cinnamon: a trait assigned by Thomas’ subconscious. "Patton," Janus said, flicking his gaze upwards to meet Patton's eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

"To your room ?" Patton asked, eyes widening. He looked past Janus' shoulder and Janus fought not to move and block Patton's gaze with his body. He had just invited Patton in; there was no point getting shy now. "Won't that, y'know, do something to me?"

"It's just a matter of self-control," Janus said, hoping to get a smile out of Patton.

Sure enough, Patton did smile. "What color is my shirt?"

Janus said, "True blue," and stepped backwards to let Patton in.

It was a risk to bring someone into his room like this, but he felt unusually clear-headed tonight, calm and strangely secure despite the fact he had just let a known enemy past his defenses, and despite the exhaustion that made every breath feel heavy.

"Warm in here," Patton remarked, looking around.

Janus motioned him over to a set of armchairs. To be seen was to be judged, and he wasn't sure what he would do if Patton found him lacking again . "I have a question for you, Patton."

In the low light, the tear tracks on Patton's cheeks glimmered when he tilted his head inquisitively. "You do?"

Janus nodded, slow and calculated. He was sure he already knew the answer to the question, and preemptive anger bubbled thick and hot in his veins. "Who," he said, unable to keep from glaring, "came to check on you?"

"Well," said Patton, "Ah… They don't-- Everyone's upset right now--"

"And you're not?" Janus demanded. "And don't you dare tell me that you're fine." His emotions were running too hot; he needed to check himself, but seeing Patton make excuses filled him with a passion he'd only ever felt on Thomas' behalf.

"I am--"

"Don't."

"But I have to be," Patton whispered. "I can't-- I know they told me… They said it was okay for me to be sad, but--"

"If you fall apart, there's no one there to pick up the pieces," Janus guessed. "Sure, you can be sad, as long as it doesn't interfere with your role."

"Don't be mad at them," Patton pleaded, and Janus realized with a jolt that he would get into no one's good graces by slinging around insults.

"It's just hard," Janus said plainly, only half-noticing the words coming out of his mouth. He had just become aware of a keen and sickening new desire, borne on the back of a newfound respect for Patton that he had even lasted this long without having some sort of spectacular breakdown. Janus' whole chest ached with it, that and the equally sickening knowledge that he had just become horrifically vulnerable, that he had fallen under a spell he could never hope to break.

He saw it in his mind's eye: he saw himself stand and lean over, take Patton's jaw in his hands, kiss him long and deep and slow. He saw himself lay his body and soul bare before Patton, getting on his knees to forgive Patton all his perceived flaws. He meant well, after all. He only ever meant well, and it wasn't really his fault that those good intentions were capable of morphing into a cruel and deadly weapon.

But he would plunge that weapon straight into Janus' heart before their lips could ever even meet. Janus could see it now, Patton pulling away in confusion and disgust. His tenuous patience would give out then and there, and Janus would have no hope of acceptance ever again. Same for Remus, probably. They would remain Dark Sides forever, damned to be eternal outcasts. All thanks to Janus' pathetic inability to control himself.

"Why do you care so much about…" Patton hesitated for a moment and gave a shallow sigh. "Well, about me?"

And now Janus found himself walking a chasm’s edge. His instinct was to lean hard into the opposite of the truth and insult Patton so deeply that he left and never came back. Eliminate the threat. But that wasn't an option now of all times. No, he had to maintain a friendship with Patton, somehow. He had to keep himself under control. How fun. "You're a part of Thomas," Janus said. He paused.

"So are the others."

"You've earned my respect."

"Oh," said Patton. "Wow, um. Gosh, that's…" His lower lip trembled. "I should go," he said in a broken voice.

Janus surveyed him in silent agony, teetering on the precipice of a lie. With a monumental effort, he pulled himself away from it and opened his arms. "Come here."

The floodgates opened. Patton fell into Janus' lap, already sobbing. Janus held him, all his muscles stiff and awkward. He was much smaller in the mindscape than he was in Thomas’ eyes and it was difficult to support Patton’s much larger frame. A sharp pain flared in Janus’ collarbone where Patton had buried his forehead and his tears were already starting to seep through Janus' clothes. He cringed at himself and the absurdity of the situation, wishing he had some way to make it better. He should have had words for this, all the right words to soothe away Patton's worries and set him right again. But he was so tired.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Patton said through shuddering sobs that dug his forehead harder into Janus' clavicle.

"It's okay," Janus said, concentrating hard on keeping the effects of his room at bay.

"Are you--" Patton sniffled " --sure you're okay?"

A rush of affection melted Janus' heart and he sighed and held Patton closer despite the shooting pain in his collarbone and the ache in his arms. Even in the midst of a post-breakdown breakdown, Patton was self-sacrificing (self- destructive) enough to check in on him. "You don't have a selfish bone in your body, do you?" Janus sighed, lamenting Patton’s bleeding heart. For some reason, this only made Patton cry harder. Janus cast his mind back to the last time Remus was this upset, found nothing, had to speculate. He and Remus and Virgil were self-sufficient, secretive. When it came to personal crises, they weathered them alone and bore the aftermath in stoicism. "Do you want me to play with your hair?"

"I don't know," Patton sobbed into Janus' chest.

Janus sighed and began to run his fingers through Patton's honey-colored hair, grateful that the thick material of his gloves kept their skin from touching. It was better this way, and a good reminder for Janus. He guarded his heart so closely for a reason.

 

Janus, despite the discomfort from the awkward weight distribution and the clammy feeling of cooled tears on his shirt, was half-asleep in the chair by the time Patton stopped crying.

"Sorry," Patton said, pulling away, and even with snot and tears all over his flushed cheeks, even with his eyes all red and puffy behind his fogged-up glasses and his hair standing up at strange diagonals from Janus' attempts at comfort, he was radiant.

"For having feelings?" Janus asked, gently imaging himself into a new, dry shirt.

"For making them your problem." Patton took his glasses off and began to polish them on the hem of his own shirt.

"Patton, I need you to know this." Janus waited until Patton looked at him before continuing, "I owe you nothing. If I had wanted you to leave, I would have asked you to leave and thought nothing of it."

Patton nodded and went back to polishing his glasses. They were silent for a long moment, during which Janus found himself unable to suppress a series of yawns. It must have been around 4:00 in the morning by this point. They had to have been the only ones awake.

"Hey, Janus," Patton said, finally putting his glasses back on. "You know The Breakfast Club?"

"Yes," Janus said distractedly, trying to figure out where Patton was going with this.

"This wasn't our version of that, was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"When tomorrow comes and we're back to, to some sort of normal… You'll still be my friend, right?"

Now here was a situation Janus had never once envisioned for himself. He had pictured winning over Roman, had pictured gaining Thomas' support. Never once had he expected real friendship with any of them, let alone Patton. "Yes," he said, feeling sick at the irony of it. He had been comfortable as Patton's enemy, was now yearning for his kiss… How could he be friends with Patton when he burned like this for Patton's wholehearted affection? Was he really just supposed to endure it?

Patton smiled, so sweet and earnest that Janus had to bite down on his tongue. "Good," he said. "Speaking of, do you wanna have breakfast with me?"

"Not right now, I hope," Janus teased.

"No, no, not right now." Patton muffled a yawn into his sleeve. "I guess I'd better go."

Janus nodded. "See you in the morning?"

"Um," said Patton, who didn't appear to have been listening. "Thank you, Janus. You didn't have to-- Well, thank you."

He sank out without another word.

Janus imagined himself into his pajamas, imagined the lights off and threw himself onto his bed. "Fuck."

 

--

 

Frigid air seeped from the hallway seeped under the crack where Janus' door stopped just short of the carpet. He didn't allow himself to notice, and continued to put his outfit on piece by agonizing piece. The cold air made his joints slow and achy, and he struggled to get the clasps done up. It was just as well that he hadn't put on his gloves yet. He had become quite adept at handling things while wearing them, but for this task, the bulky fabric would only get in the way. After all, just like his singular snake fang, his gloves were for aesthetics, not function.

Finally, he donned his hat and faced the door, forced to confront that fatal truth: He could never have what he wanted. The moment he had achieved his goal of Thomas’ acceptance, the triumph had slipped away in his hands to be replaced with a truly unattainable goal.

Memories from last night, the phantom sensation of Patton in his arms, teased him until he had to sneer at himself. Pathetic. He was acting pathetic. Falling for Patton was strategically inadvisable, even if he couldn’t help it, but actively pursuing him was out of the question. It was all-risk, no reward. Still, his treacherous heart fluttered, teasing him with the thought of Patton’s lips on his own, Patton’s hands on his body, sharing heat, deepening the kiss--

“All risk,” Janus said out loud to himself, “no reward.” A mantra to see him through. He opened his door, his gloved hand slipping a little on the polished brass of his doorknob, and nearly walked straight into Remus as he passed by with an armful of dismembered dolls.

“Well,” said Janus, tilting his head to better examine the pile of plastic limbs and bodies in Remus’ arms, “I won’t ask what you’re up to.” He stifled a yawn behind his hand, visualizing a piping hot cup of coffee. A shudder wrecked his concentration and he frowned. “Are you the reason it’s so cold in here?”

Remus ignored the question, his feverish eyes darting from Janus’ mouth to his hand to his face. “I knew you were up late last night. That’s why I came this way.” He gave a crooked but strangely boyish grin. “I wanted to know where you’d gotten off to. Or who you’d gotten off with. ”

Janus, to his horror, blushed. Fragmented images flashed through his head-- What if he had kissed Patton? And Patton had kissed back? Mask, mask, mask! “I was spreading the Gospel.”

“You were spreading something , though, weren’t you?” Remus shifted the dolls in his arms and held up a masculine torso. “I know I heard Big Daddy’s voice. Play a little game of Patton- Snake , did you?”

Janus swore he could hear porcelain cracking as his heart began to race. “In all seriousness, Remus, we did reach an agreement.”

“Sounds like you reached more than that.” Remus waggled his tongue.

God, he was relentless when he was on the scent of something. Janus hid his face behind his hands, realizing a moment too late that this display of shame would only add fuel to the fire. So he took the only option left and muttered, “Boundaries,” into his palms.

“Oh,” said Remus, leaning back on his heels. “ Oh. Janus, you didn’t .”

“Of course we didn't!” Janus hissed, dropping his hands.

"But you wanted to?"

“How much did you hear yesterday, anyway?”

“Oh, I heard the whole debacle, including that heartwarming little moment at the end,” Remus said, rocking forward onto his toes. “Thanks for putting in a good word for me, by the way.”

They fell into an awkward silence as Janus once again reached for words that simply weren’t there. “I didn’t mean it,” he said finally, cursing himself.

“No?” said Remus. “Not even a teeny tiny little bit?” He poked Janus in the chest with the plastic torso, still clenched in his left hand. “Right here?”

“You,” said Janus, “are just as evil as I am.”

Remus backed off with a grin, leaving Janus in doubt that he had ever even been angry in the first place. “So where are you off to now? Roman’s got this place awfully cold; gonna go warm Patton’s snake?”

“You already made a ‘Patton snake’ joke,” Janus said, slamming another mask onto his face to hide his blush. “But to answer your question, he asked me to join him for breakfast.”

“Aww.” Remus wiped fake tears from his cheeks. “You better not start spending too much time with him or I’m going to get jealous.”

#moceit #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sorry if this shows up in the tag and catfishes the whumpers but i just wanted to say: #i specified that this isnt whump specifically because i DIDNT want to catfish y'all lmao #i just don't have it in me to hurt my babies that bad skhsjshf #anyway no judgement just not what this is #spicywrites #spicywrites intertwined

[cryptke]

First off, happy birthday month - sending all the positive energy your way, and hope you get to throw the craziest party known to humankind! ❤️

I'm on page 33/50 in the online document you had linked, just passed the scene where he led the church member to get slaughtered and thrown to the Scavengers, which, absolutely agree with Mari, absolutely fanatic on their behalf...

The book really does take the concept of cannibalism and turns it into something almost clinical in the way the author describes the whole process. It's simultaneously as fascinating as it is appalling, and seriously handles it with a kind of scary casualty. The scene at his sister's place, with those two terror twins, felt like a whole fever dream in itself - that game they played, about guessing what other ppl taste like... ugh

It kinda makes you wonder what you'd do in a society like that, which is a scary concept to think about, let alone fully grasp the magnitude of the consequences. The book, so far, really nails that down to even the distressing details, turning something so far removed from our own world, into something not so distant from reality.

don't even get me started on the actual style of writing, it's seriously amazing. Massive thanks for that recommendation, as well as for the tv shows/movies, started The United States of Tara earlier, which appears to be a *ride* on all levels

no more rager unfortunately :( got kicked out of the place i was staying at three entire days before my twentieth birthday <3 which was honestly sad because it was supposed to be my One Good Thing after all his heartbreak shit, and i had told people it was going to be like a definite THING. but my new friends have it covered so i'll still for sure be getting litty

if anything acts as a good distraction, it's reading! i can't believe you're actually so far into tender is the flesh .... it feels like one of those things that doesn't feel REAL until you pass it along to someone else like a disease, or a heavy secret. the way you describe it as "fascinating yet appalling" is so accurate. it's like something you know you should put down but you can't stop from coming back for more peeks into the next chapter 'cuz it's so unbelievably like nothing else you've ever read before

united states of tara!!! <3 for some reason, i haven't thought about that show in years despite it being my little pocket of comfort. i remember watching it for the first time while being in an incredibly dark place at like 17/18 and thinking "she's fucked up and i'm fucked up and this makes me realize that fucked up people can find love and support." it was just legit unlike anything i've ever seen before. apart from the fact that the actual *subject matter* is interesting, i remember not a single episode felt boring or overplayed. that show is addictive, seriously. like it's FUNNY.

#united states of tara subconsciously set a standard for the sort of relationship i want to end up in long term #tara and her husband are literally portrayed as like best friends sticking together instead of any gross cheap sitcom shit #where the couple in question feels stale and clinical and someone is probably cheating #and they portrayed the kids as having a LOT of independence and privacy #none of it felt like you were stuck in white housewife suburbia #i don't even think i finished the last handful of episodes just because i knew i would never find anything like it again #max is so hot

[owlsbride]

Icha Icha and prejudice:the Book Club

Chapter VI: The Plot Thikens

Sakura entered her apartment still trembling. It had been just a few silly words, but they had let her dizzy, flustered and, trembling. She recalled the words for herself once and again with her back against the door. "Have a good night you too, Lizzie." She was so naive, so childish. In an instant, she forgot their little fight about suitable marriages, and how Kakashi had shown on his behalf, that being a Hokage was much more than being a polite, pretty face to shown around towns or councils. That if something was suitable for the village, he will just go for it no matter what, without thinking twice. Meanwhile, her, the sweet and lovingly Sakura, only sees marriages as the union of two people celebrating their love, that only death could tear apart. She was helpless. Hopelessly devoted to love.

And maybe the reason why she was absolutely alone.

'That was not a fight Sakura.' Sakura rolled her eyes, stepping away from the door.

'I've been in fights, and trust me Sakura, that was not a fight.' She pondered for a moment the words of Inner Sakura. If that hasn't been a fight, what other thing would have been?

"If that was not a fight according to you. then what was it?" Sakura asked herself while making a coffee, messing everything in her kitchen more than necessary.

'It was just a talk' Inner Sakura began knowingly 'He was just stating how good the union between Shikamaru and Temari was going to be for both villages.'

"Yes, I know that" The real she was expecting something else, something more revealing. Maybe Inner Sakura understood Kakashi better than her. '

What else do you want to find, Sakura?' that know-it-all voice.

Sakura was silence contemplating her mug with the brown steamy liquid inside.

'Look, you wanted him to tell you how happy he was about the future possible wedding, how he hopped for the babies to come fast, and how much he wishes someday he would feel the same.'

"Well..." Sakura opened her mouth "Yes, I guess I was expecting something more heartedly" she finished dropping her shoulders. She never noted she was so tensed.

'Sakura are you kidding me, or you for that matter?' Inner Sakura was outraged 'You've been dating 2 years Sasuke, and now you expect his mentor to be an emotional sweet man, capable of lay all his feelings on the table just like that.'

"Maybe yes, maybe I thought Kakashi was different" Sakura was at the verge of tears "maybe I thought that he still has feelings, even if he is so broken."

'Listen to me and listen closely, cause I'm not going to repeat something that we both already know.' The voice in Sakura's head for the first time was tender, sweet, friendly 'He is broken, yes. He is as cool as a cucumber, and an aloof, but he would never hurt any of you. He told you himself that. He is a tough guy, a killer if it needed, so how can you pretend from him to just pour his heart out in a restaurant table.'

"You are right but..." Sakura was ready to protest once more.

'Sakura, you are too immersed in that book you gave him. Idealizing love and relationships, hoping that from one day to the next Kakashi transforms into Darcy' Sakura was starting to feel tired of this conversation.

"It's not like..."

'Sakura, do whatever you want, but stop expecting things from others that are not willing to give. Instead, why don't you focus on Icha Icha?'

"Yeah, like if that could help me in something." Sakura concluded.

'You never know.' Inner Sakura slowly walked away from Sakura's primary thoughts, leaving the hard work to be made by her own. Sakura went straight to the shower, hoping that it would help her to think clearly.

Maybe she was expecting too much about all these things around the books. Perhaps she expected him to notice her into another light, where they could both share life together, even if they already share one. Maybe with Pride and Prejudice, he would note some things about its characters that could be related to them. Maybe if Kakashi read some of her own thoughts there... Nah, she was being too rational and deluded and foolish at the same time. Probably Kakashi was taking the book as it was: a teasing game between them. Two idiotic friends and co-workers, who like flirting (a lot) with each other.

But, cause there is always a but, Sakura found herself asking why Kakashi has addressed her, not once but twice, as Lizzie. Of course, Elizabeth was the main character of the story, but why her? He could have called her Jane. Yes, Jane, always looking for the right husband, the real love, a suitable one but a man splendid as the sun, a true gentleman, honoured and lucky. Or he could have called her Mary, the intellectual Mary, the one who is always felling apart. Mary, who doesn't relate with Jane and Lizzie, and neither with Lydia and Kitty, because she was exactly in the middle. The outcast girl that someday will be ready to explode all her professional habilities and became the most notorious nin doctor of Konoha.

'My God, Sakura, I can't leave you alone for five minutes, and you are already ruining an excellent shower?'

"Why? Why did he call me Lizzie."

'Because is the main character's name?'

"Yes, but there has to be something else. Kakashi is no that simple."

'Sakura...'

"What if he is reading underlines? What if he is cryptically answering my question about Darcy or Wickam?"

'So which one is he then?'

"Oh..." Sakura blushed her self "I think I can't know that. At least not for sure."

'What do you mean' Inner Sakura asked already knowing the answer

"The thing is that I know Kakashi" Sakura started drying herself comfortably in her heavy and comfortable towel "He's obviously a Mr Darcy: dominant, gentleman, sure of himself, proud, well-positioned. He usually sticks to his principles and above all things he consciously considers absolutely all situations. He's rather lonely, so yes, he's a Mr Darcy."

'So... where are your doubts then?'

"I don't know nothing about Kakashi's love life," Sakura said simple aplaying some hydrating oil for the skin, she liked the one that smelled of pears.

'Does he have one?' Even if Inner Sakura was right.

"Come on, you're not going to think he is a virgin right? you are too bold to think something like that" Sakura reply thinking that for once she had won her Inner self

'Of course not, idiot! I'm not talking about sex. I'm referring to relationships, but coming from that man, I wouldn't be surprised if he is actually a virgin' Inner Sakura pondered, and Sakura herself darted her thoughts to unknown places.

'You are terrible after all, Sakura' Inner Sakura was laughing, 'You are already thinking in all the things you could do to him just to teach him.'

"Oh, come on! Not even Ino would dare to say something like that" Sakura defended herself. '

Call her and check for yourself. And Sakura?'

"What?"

'There is no need to keep on playing with that oil. You are already moisturized.'

Sakura left the bathroom in a flash of fury and went straight to her room. She jumped over her big comfy bed just wrapped in her not so much dry towel. Inner Sakura, was nowhere to be found in her head so she could rest a bit. She knew that she had to change into her PJs, but somehow she didn't feel like. Sakura was feeling comfortable and a little bit rebel? Yeah, almost a punk. If someone were to enter her house or room, they would find her barely covered by a large towel slightly dropped from one side and nothing more. The situation was tempting but pointless and disappointing: Nobody was going to visit her tonight, or the next one for that matter. So, pushed by this new femininity and sensuality found almost like chance, Sakura took Icha Icha in her hands, and began to read. If Kakashi could handle Pride and Prejudice, she would do it with the little orange book full of secrets.

"He found her underneath a leafy tree. The rays of the sun filtered through the spaces between the leaves, drawing on her skin magical patterns that he longed to travel with his hands, his lips, his tongue. She would leave for a few moments and then push it away, as she always did, it would slip through her fingers like flower petals in the wind. The fire awakened in his body would be unbearable. She knew that he would follow her to the end of the world, to the flames of hell that were nothing compared to the fire of passion that awoke every time they were together, within reach of his curious hands—a sigh of difference."

Oh boy... This was going to be a long night.

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Notes:

Hello Everyone!!!!!! How you've been? I want to apologize for not updating before, in journalism, we say that we don't publish the excuses. I think I Kind of feel like I ow it to you. The thing is that I'm starting to quit smoking, and you have no idea (or maybe you do) how hard it is. Even more, if one of your greatest pleasures is writing while drinking coffee or something stronger and a cigarette!! That's what took my time. Try to write only with a sad cup of tea. But I guess I'm starting to improve in that area. I will end like L, full of candies, sweets, and coffee around me! If you are interested in following my process as a hilarious journal, I can leave you my Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/owlsbride

Now with the story, What is going on with Sakura and these new sensations she is living? What do you think? A virgin Kakashi? I don't think it fits him, as I don't think that womanizer thing fits him either.

Well, I'll be waiting your comments and kudos and follows and love, which is very much appreciated it right now.

Well Next chapter in a few days, we are going to see what happens in Suna,

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