#it helped me feel less gross about my body type so

[mochinomnoms]

Sequel to my "Best (human) boy for periods" ranking; here comes the worsties (Affectionate)

Ace - Ultimate teenage boy(tm), is gonna make a big stink and fuss over how he doesn't wanna hear about you being on or think about it. "No poops, no farts, no periods"! kinda guy. He'll get better when he's older but in your first year as friends? He's gonna tease and antagonise you. If you're the emotional type when you'er on, you can turn the tables on him by crying and getting the whole class to go "Wow, what an asshole" at him for the rest of the week tho.

Vil - This guy holes everyone to the same standards as him, fully believing everyone can give 110% at all times. He's gonna come at you about how just because you're on the rag doesn't mean you can start snacking on chocolate bars all the time (or any comfort food). He WILL critique your skincare routine if your skin breaks out. One day he'll look back at how he treated you and thank Rook for literally carrying him away from you before you killed him.

Epel - Not really his fault, but considering his "old fashioned" upbringing, things like periods were just Not Discussed, even between the women in his family, so Epel's first reaction to learning that you're on is just a sound "I didn't hear that" slowly evolving into a "Why tf are you telling me this?" (Because I bled through my trousers and can't get up from this chair Epel, jeez). Just will not engage with the subject at hand.

Deuce - More of an inbetween than actually the worst(tm), he earns a lot of brownie points for wanting to help you and is the type to panic buy every item on the shelf. BUT! if you're the type to get moody or aggressive when you're on, he's instinctively gonna meet aggression with aggression and you two will have to be seperated for a while.

Idia - Just straight up wont deal with it, he'll send Ortho to help you. Best you're gonna get from this guy is a "RIP LMAO" when you text him that you're on :(

Honorable mention: Silver. Not his fault either, but being raised in a predominantly fairy based family unit, periods are an alien concept to him. Won't really understand what's going on when you try to explain it to him, and with Lilia as his main guide, is gonna make a LOT of mistakes before he gets things right but he get's a lot of points for trying to help. Might even use his UM to see into your dreams/memories to get a feel for what it's like, just so he can better know how to help you.

Aww, see I get that it would be realistic for some of the boys to be immature and get grossed out, but it's a fantasy world! Maybe my fantasy is that the boys are semi-educated on the human body and are gonna support me during my periods 😭

I really think both Vil and Deuce should be given more credit, though. Vil is very in touch with his femininity, and doesn't really disrespect others unless they disrespect him or cause trouble, based on his interactions with others at least. I think he'd be excellent because he can make the best pain potions for your cramps, and might be willing to give you tips on how to care for your skin during your hormonal periods. But only if he likes you.

Deuce was raised only by his mama, and based on what I know of her from the JP event, she def gives off the vibes of "I'm teaching my son how to care and respect women." He'd probably understand that you're not being aggressive with him for the sake of it, you emotions are being messed with due to all the hormones fluctuating in your body. But I do agree that he is the type to panic buy one of everything to help you out.

The others, I can see it, though I would like to this that Epel's case is less of being raised old-fashioned (nothing about him and the way he interacts with others screams old-fashioned to me), and more of being one of the few young people in a town of old people. The folk that can have periods don't because they've probably gone through menopause! It doesn't occur to them that he should probably know about periods!!!

Ace and Idia are just immature and dumb and I love them. Also, rip Silver, he's never interacted with another human outside of Sebek's dad.

Anyways my headcanon for the TWST universe is that they actually teach biology and anatomy so people aren't taught to know nothing about things like periods. Cause that's stupid why do we do that?

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #deuce spade #epel felmier #ace trappola #idia shroud

[love4jhene]

nsfw alphabet | chris sturniolo😛

omg this is kinda awk, ive never written smut or anything related to smut but wtv i think off i start writing it, these r my preferences abt chris sturniolos nsfw alphabet 😭

A= after care (what there like after sex😼)

i feel like chris isnt big on after care, cuz ooo girl after he hits his high he can already feel the wave of tiredness come rushing over him, the second his head hits the pillow hes out like a light, but dont worry hell take care of you whenever he wakes up😛

B= body part (there favorite part of your body (his body too)

he guves me the vibes that hes a breast guy, and a thigh guy hed be staring 24/7 cuz there cs smack dap in his face?? his favorite body part of his are his hands, cuz he is able to touch every inch of your body with the palm of his hands👍🏿

C= cum (what does he do with it??)

ik hes a guy that likes to cum on your face, maybe give you backshots??? or js fill u right up!🤠 (only if your on the pill duh) he doesnt like to make a huge mess since it ends up in HIM having to wash the sheets but then again its for pleasure, if you want him to cum on your face nd shit hed do it within the moment you finished saying it😉

D= dirty secret (something that you dont know about until he tells you)

chirs definitely has a mommy kink and enjoys it when you pull on his hair, its not a bad secret but its more of an embarrassing secret. it gets less embarrassing when you do it more often to the point he just wants you do to it when your out in public.

E= experience (how many bodies?)

he has never had proper sex until you, ik he was a lil player😝 but it never got that far it would only be making out, and some grinding ykyk, but yeah nothing like what you guys have done besides one time hes had a actual p in v prodution.

F= favorite position (what position is the go to?)

he LOVESSSS it when you ride him LOVES IT, cuz hes able to see those big melons bounce😏 LMFAO and because hes able to see you struggle bouncing on his cock. if you arent able to then hed be grabbing your hips guiding you!

G= goofy (are they cracking jokes?)

hes definitely the type of guy to make a joke here and there, but not all the time cuz thats kinda awk.. but he’d definitely make jokes about his brothers walking in and blah blah blah

H= hair (do the drapes match the carpets? is that how it goes idfk😭)

imma keep it a buck w you. hes probably not big on trimming cuz hes too lazy or sum LMFAOO but he trys his hardest so you dont get grosses out, and he definitely likes a shaved cooter ykyk cuz he likes when yr able to feel his stuble down there WOAH

i= intamicy (how are they in the moment?)

he knows he wants to me all lovey but he cant help making jokes about your moans heres an example. hed make fun of you for saying “its to big, it wont fit!” then a couple seconds later your asking for more hed mock your moans fs😂.

J= jack off (how often?)

i feel like if he tells you hes horny and you say no hes straight up start jacking his shit while your right next to him, but no he doesnt do it often since he claimd he does wanna seem like a “wild animal” thats a horny 24/7, only when hes on tour and he cant help it

K= kink (what are some kinks, IDK WHAT TO PUT)

he defo has a breeding kink, the thought of him “filling you up” gets him so hard for some reason and hed tell you about it while straight up stuffing you, balls deep bro ik this man thinks about you pregnet with his kids😪

L= location (what places does do you guys do it the most?”)

he doesnt likes taking risk. i said what needed to be said, if his brothers arent home, hed wanna do it on the kitchen counter or the couch, but mainly the bed cuz hes able to knock out like a light as soon as you guys are done

M=???

N= No (whats a turn off?)

ANYTHING to do with piss or body liquids😭 he would walk OUT THE HOUSE if you suggest anything of that sort, also being rough with you where it gets to the point it comes to slapping, choking, js being rlly rough in general.

O= Oral ( uhm idk what to say)

hes big on oral, if he could he would stay in between your legs for hours, days, weeks, years. he loves pleasure his lil princess😛 he also loves when he sees YOU between HIS thighs, him pushing your head down ykyk and most of all he loves it when he covers your face w his cum

P= Pace (how fast? how slow?)

he can change between paces. you want him to go fast? hell go as fast as he can, you want him to go slow? anything for you!

Q= quickie (does he like them?)

he isnt big on them cuz if you guys are gonna have sex he wants it to last, only if its needed and if your lookin supa sexc he cant take his eyes off ya😉😏

R= risk (does he take em?)

hes a risky fella and he likes to break the rules! he wont go to to far tho.

S=??

T= toys

why need toys when you got each other.

u=??

V= Volume (how loud is he)

MANS IS A GROANER AND HE DOESNT CARE, he is loudddd and hell let every one know what yall are doing he does NOT contain himself.

w=??

X=x ray (WHAT R UNDER THOSE PANTSSS)

hes defo big and he knows it, id say rougly like 7.5 soft?? 8.2 hard?? idkk thats what im getting😭

y=??

z=zzz sleep

i alr said it out as soon as he hits the pillow he is OUT but he will take care of u in the morning, he needs his beauty sleep

i hope u guys enojoy this was a pain in the ass to write but its a okay!

#chris sturniolo x reader #chirs sturniolo #sturniolo #smut

[anneapocalypse]

I have really complex feelings about the idea (often implied or tacitly agreed to be true even when it's not stated outright) that realism in sex scenes (and specifically sex scenes in fanfiction because that's what I'm thinking about) is always preferable and desirable. That it's always better to be more realistic, and any kind of unrealistic or fictionalized portrayals of sex are inferior--or in some cases, worthy of contempt and an indication of the inexperience/immaturity/poor writing skills of the author.

I have mixed feelings about it because I do think there's a place for realism. There are things that add realism to sex scenes that I really enjoy. I enjoy watching certain characters communicate their desires and negotiate activities. In some scenarios I like seeing characters employ safer sex practices like barriers. I will always enjoy when an author takes the time to figure out a form of lubrication that's appropriate and believable in the setting! I can even enjoy when a character gets up to pee after sex before returning to bed to cuddle; it's a very human touch to the scene that can itself be comforting and enjoyable to read. I like it when people who have experience with certain types of sex create helpful guides to writing those things, offering details you might not think of or know about if you haven't had that type of sex. It gives authors more to work with! It's a tool. Realism is a tool, and one that can absolutely enrich scenes and make them more interesting and fun to read.

And at the same time, something really does rub me the wrong way when I see posts that express contempt for a realism gap in fanfiction and imply that anyone writing it that way must be a) stupid, b) inexperienced (while kind of implying that writing about sex when you haven't had sex is inherently a problem, which I object to fundamentally), and c) completely unaware that what they're writing isn't realistic, which kind of points back to A. It's less on the nose than it would have been like ten years ago, when a lot more people were willing to just come right out and mock "stupid girls writing stupid fanfic" (and all the assumptions that go along with that) but still... that tone lingers. I won't even get into some of the smug posts that used to circulate about anal sex that ended up coming across as "don't you know anal sex is GROSS" in a way that was kind of lowkey homophobic, intentionally or not. Nor am I going to get into the prevalence of queer people telling other queer people they're doing queerness Wrong (in fanfiction, in original writing, in life in general).

To bring a personal angle to this, I'm a nearly-40-year-old bisexual cis woman, married and monogamous, chronically ill, and with some lifelong undefined sensory issues that I don't have any kind of diagnosis for so I'll just call them that. For me personally, due mostly to sensory issues and some physiological quirks, sex can take a lot of energy. Sometimes it's just a lot of work! That doesn't mean I don't want it or enjoy it, or that my partner is failing in some way; I have an active and fun sex life with a very thoughtful and caring partner (and I am not looking for advice on this post, so let's not get sidetracked). There's just challenges! And sometimes I wish my own body made it easier!

So sometimes, when I'm writing smut which is definitionally for fun and primarily for me and my own enjoyment, I find myself caught between: do I want to make this character's experience of sex very realistic in a way that's relatable to me? or do I just want to indulge in the fantasy of sex being easy and low-effort?

At this very moment I'm having difficulty answering that question about some things! There's pros and cons to both, and I don't think either one is wrong. Because at the end of the day, my own enjoyment is the goal of this piece of fiction. It's self-indulgence either way. No matter what I write, these pixel people I'm writing about are not real and their sex scenes are still a fantasy. It's just a question of what kind of fantasy I want to indulge in.

There was a good post I saw recently about the fact that a lot of problematic tropes are problematic not inherently but by scale--in other words, because their prevalence reinforces ideas and narratives harmful to specific groups. And I will be the first to acknowledge that even in the realm of fanfiction--a sphere with relatively low impact on the culture at large--it can be frustrating to constantly run into the same tropes that we find unrelatable or just plain unenjoyable, whether it's rigid top/bottom roles or easy vaginal orgasms. I don't want to come across as like, scolding anyone for just being annoyed, or venting about that sort of thing. It's fine. Some people's forms of self-indulgence are irritating to me, and my self-indulgence is undoubtedly annoying to someone else. I also want to reiterate that talking about what is and isn't realistic in the context of fiction is fine and good and there's absolutely a place for it, and that I enjoy a lot of elements of realism in fiction. I just also want to leave room for fiction to be fantasy. I think that's okay. And everyone's gauge for just how much realism is enjoyable is going to be different. I think that's fine too.

#well that got long! #writing stuff #talking about fanfiction smut sex some real life stuff

[ghostfacesvalentine]

How do you not fall in this thing? - Billy Loomis x Short!Reader (1/15)

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader, I tried my best to make it GN, but just to be safe, I’ll label it as fem.

Warnings: Y/N knows Billy and Stu are the Ghostface killers, slight mention of Y/N joining the boys, nothing graphic really.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: 589

Prompt: “Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” “Shut the hell up.” Y/N discovers Billy’s one of the ghostface killers, opts to try on the costume.

Notes: I wanted to do a mini series based off these prompts here. They’re super cute. I was just talking to my s/o about how I will lie about my height whatever chance I can get. I’ll add two inches, so this makes sense to me, naturally.

To say you were over the shock over Billy and Stu being the Woodsboro ghostface was an understatement. You had a small inkling that they’d be the ones to be dumb enough to massacre the student body, but also smart enough to get away with it for this long.

You were sitting on Billy’s bed, feeling his eyes lock onto your figure as you examined the generic Halloween cloth before your lap. It was such a cheap costume idea, there was no actual way to trace it back to either of the boys, they were fucking geniuses. So far, at least.

Your eyes trailed up to see Billy, leaned against his door frame, watching your fingers line the seams of the costume. 

“How do you not fall in this thing?” 

You wondered out loud as you stood up, pressing the costume against your chest, looking to the half mirror before his bed. Hearing a chuckle, you kept your eyes on yourself, wondering if you could be the third killer on the loose. 

Probably not, your clumsiness would be their downfall. Somehow you managed to be less coordinated than Stu, if you joined, you three would be in a cell block or a padded room in no time.

“Stu did. Still does a few times.” You heard the amusement in Billy’s tone as you shifted your body, side to side attempting to imagine yourself in it. The actual killers costume.

Your hands began to shift through the fabric, seeking for the holes to snuggle your head through. Without even asking, you slipped it on.

“Oh god, you look like Wednesday Addams trying on Morticia’s clothing” Billy snorted as he looked to your figure loosing itself in the robes. Your eyes darted to a laughing Billy Loomis. Narrowing your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, crossing your arms as you looked at him.

“It’s not that bad-” You fought, your hands gathering the fabric towards the sides of your legs, trying to find your footing.

To no avail, you fumbled forward, catching yourself with the end of Billy’s bed. It was dramatic sure, but you didn’t expect your feet to get this tangled up in such a measly costume.

Putting on the ghostface mask was a dead no, you could barely manage with part one of the attire, there was no way you could comfortably wear the whole thing.

Everything was draping, the sleeves, the legs, you could barely shift around in it, but that didn’t stop you from trying to prove a point to a giddy Billy.

“Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” 

Your cheeks became hot, contorting your mouth to hide a smile as you looked down to the ends of the ensemble. 

“Billy. Shut the hell up. Now help me out of this thing.”

You scolded in defeat, standing in one place as Billy walked towards you. Too busy trying to shift the ends you were fumbling your feet over, you didn’t even notice the mask in Billy’s hands, tucked away behind his back.

When he stood behind you, you looked up, trying to find his face only to see a devious smile reflected in the mirror. Before you could utter a word, your frown soon disappeared into a cloth. 

It smelt like blood and sweat, gross.

“Billy!” 

You wailed, trying to find the ends of the sleeves to use your hands. Though it seemed like the costume covered everything, it definitely didn’t cover your ears from listening to Billy’s snort again.

#Billy Loomis #Billy Loomis x Reader #Billy Loomis one shot #Billy Loomis Blurb #Ghostface x Reader #Ghostface one shot #Billy Loomis Imagine #Ghostface Imagine

[1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess]

I have been having this thot for a while

just imagine hoshi having a crush on cheol's gf, keeping it a secret from everyone, being hurt whenever he sees them together acting all lovey dovey with each other.

he knows that they love eachother but he cant help but think that if, what if it was him insted of cheol, loving u, kissing u, taking care of u, making love to u.

he didnt realize when his soft pure feelings for u turned into this intense passionate lust to make u his and his only.

having wet dreams about u two having this almost animalistic sex, he cant help but jerk off in the middle of the night.

oh....oh my.. the more i read on, the messier this got and yet i can't help but wish i found myself in a situation like this.... let me write you all the closest we'll get to this. and anon pairing: soonyoung x reader (indirectly) warnings: soonyoung is downright delulu for oc, shit ton of jealousy, fantasies of infidelity (fucking another man's girl), use of the nickname (sooyoo) and pet names (baby, sweetie, honey) NUMEROUS times, oc has size kink(loves how big sooyoo is, with that said...), dig bick soonyoung, "oblivious" cheol, lowkey not so humble bragger (loves letting everybody know 'you're his' type shit) cheol, jihoon & jeonghan feature, alcohol consumption, sorta subspace soonyoung??? (not proof read)

Open Arms - Kwon Soonyoung

soonyoung lazily turned the front door knob to his dark and cold apartment. The silence that enclosed him in the space made it all the more apparent that for yet another night, he was lonely and you were far from being his. the smell of his spirit-tainted clothes and mouth, clinging to him the way he'd hoped your body would've by the end of the night.

it's not that soonyoung wasn't happy for his friend seungcheol... actually, that's exactly what it was. he himself was taken aback by just how sincere-sounding his laughing along with everyone throughout dinner was, as you recalled how seungcheol had forgotten to transfer yours and his photos of your recent vacation from the disposable camera before he absent-mindedly threw it away this morning.

"well, excuse me, miss 'let's get a disposable camera to embody a true traveller's lifestyle' tsk" he pitched his voice a few octaves higher to mimic your statement from two weeks back. "ok bitch, first of all, I don't sound like that," you pinched seungcheol's cheek, leaving him scrunching his face in what the rest of the group members couldn't help but laugh off and interpret as pure agony "ow! damn what'd you pinch me for?" soonyoung rolled his eyes, "sickening..." he murmured to himself, dragging out a sip of his chilled bourbon, "and secondly, it's not my fault they haven't figured out a way to make 'em automatically transfer to your phone?! you'd know if what you had bothered to read the instructions token, mister" you playfully huffed.

"yeah, well, that'll teach us to never buy a two-dollar camera again. besides, I've got all those pretty pictures of you engraved in my mind" he chuckled, coming teasingly close to you, soonyoung with a frown less than containable, paying careful attention to the hand that danced its way around your waist from above the table. the hold on his glass visibly tightening, "ehem..." jeonghan pulled him from the boiler room of his thoughts. "you know, I never took you for the jealous kind." he jeered. "oh yeah? that obvious is it?" he placed his glass down on the table, the ice having burned his hand from how long it cupped it. "well, we've changed the conversation about three times and you've been staring at the...lack of a gap between cheol and y/n's waists for the past three minutes or so" his eyes now back to momentarily facing the place of general conversation, returning to see a ticked-off soonyoung. "c'mon aren't you of all people even a little grossed out by the excessive amount of pda right now?" he gestured his hand to the direction of yourself and seungcheol, who currently were giggling to yourselves about whatever seungcheol fucked up this time around. "I dunno, I think they're kinda cute" jeonghan teasingly knocked his shoulder against soonyoung's. he lived for the sole purpose of annoying his friends, and soonyoung was no exception. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air." he abruptly stood up from the table, all eyes now on him, a mix of unphased and all-the-more apparent confusion splashed across the table's faces. "everything alright, sooyoo?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, glossy pillowy lips turned down all just the same. oh, how his heart ached and his ears perked all at once at the nickname. expression softening at your concern "just peachy!" a wide grin making its way unknowingly across his face, "let us know if you need anything bud." your boyfriend just couldn't help himself could he. always feeling the need to butt in and ruin things. the sweet gaze you'd bestowed him, he'd quickly tattooed in his mind, now turned bitter by cheol's genuine remark of concern. "will do." soonyoung thumbed up, not even turning to face cheol as he walked out the door.

"what was that about?" jihoon now sat adjacent to jeonghan, filling soonyoung's seat, "mmhhm," he shrugged, "something about bitter and sweet..." it had only occurred to him now as he replayed the night's events that he'd never actually turned back and had gotten all the way home. "fuck..." he muttered. too drained physically and emotionally to turn back and apologize for taking long, even though the bar was across the street. "what's that asshole have that I don't?" he thought, taking his shoes off before placing them on their spotlit shelf before hurriedly moving to the primary bathroom. now disrobing himself and hopping into the shower, the tension leaving his body as the steam fogged up the glass of the box and mirrors. he thought the anxiety had fully rid itself from him, only for it to creep back once he'd made his way out of the shower to see two notifications from you, one being a missed call. his mind raced, thinking of how upset or hurt you must've been for him to have walked out, judging by the time, he was almost certain dinner was long over by now. he hesitantly played the voice note, only to be pleasantly surprised with your honey-coated voice and the soft humming of the car. "hey sooyoo, you left your coat on your seat and you weren't back by the time dinner wrapped up so cheollie and I took your coat for you." a humph of satisfaction erupting from him but your boyfriend's nickname left a bitter taste in his mouth. "hey bud,' the male's voice interjected, blaring through the phone's speaker, turning the volume down in annoyance he continued to listen "y/n thought about dropping it off for you but we'll swing by tomorrow. i told her, knowing your rowdy ass, you're probably not even home yet so we figured we wouldn't bother you." he chuckled, to which soonyoung involuntarily rolled his eyes in distaste. "anyways sooyoo, drink some water and get some rest. we'll see you tomorrow around noon-ish... if you ever need anybody to talk to...I'm here." he was in agony. oh, how badly he wished you wouldn't speak to him as a mere friend, how he craved for there to be space to drop the formalities, so desperate for you that he'd let you speak to him wherever and however you wanted. he loved your cute voice, how it deepened a bit in your fits of rage, how raspy and raw he'd imagine it to be if you had chosen to spend the night with him. in all the apparentness of his loneliness, the closest he had to physical consolement being his silk pjs and his weighted blanket. their respective embraces only prompting him to shift deep into thought.

how he wished it were him instead of seungcheol whose arms you found solace in. how he wished you'd laugh at his jokes with nearly as much relish as you did your boyfriend's. how he wished you wouldn't have to enlighten him of your support of him, how if it was you and him, you'd be there with open arms, and without the exchange of a single word, he'd fall into them as you encasing him tightly with your plush arms. he yearned for your kisses peppering his face as tears rolled down his soft cheeks. he ached for your words of comfort.

"it's ok baby, i'm right here." you rubbed his head, pampering him with soft pats and rubs along his back. "I'm all yours, I promise." you spoke softly to him, not wanting to break the intimate bubble encasing the two of you. "mine?" he sniffled staring into your eyes, the eyes that only softened when they saw him. the eyes he got lost in frequently upon your encounters. wanting nothing more but to drown in your pupils. "mhm." you agreed with a soft smile which only ever melted his heart. you found yourselves in his bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed, angling your head to close the gap between the two of you "but what about seungcheol?" the feeling of jealousy now replaced with genuine concern "like I said baby, I'm all yours." hesitance soon forgotten as he leaned in, your lips even softer than that of what he imagined, hints of cocoa now smothered on his top lip from your gloss, not that he minded.

he was in ecstasy, the one person he ached for most in this world, was right in front of him. he'd long forgotten seungcheol whose obliviousness he chuckled at, as he replayed your words in his head "yours..."

soon after, your figure was sandwiched between his thighs. his towel licking a long stripe up his length, your doe eyes staring up into his through your B9 false lashes, too lazy from the night's festivities to remove your makeup, you summoned the remainder of your energy to make him feel special and feel special he did, the maintenance of eye contact sending a shudder along his spine. "you're so nice and big honey, " you tease, leaving a kiss on his tip, staining it with your lip gloss "can barely fit you in my hands, let alone my mouth." soonyoung's chest heaving in desperation at this point. you'd teased him for what had only been a mere 45-second interval but to him, resembled a century. "please baby, don't tease." the sight of his own tip flushed an angry pink tone, precum threatening to leak and splotches of your glittery lip gloss had him ready to explode.

"so impatient..." you slapped his thigh lightly, his abs flexing upon the sting post-contact. before he could get another word in, you sunk your mouth onto his length for the first time that evening. "oh fuck," the sight of you so eager to please him, and so abruptly too had him in a frenzy. "I knew your pretty mouth was good for more than just talking" the globs of spit that remained on the sides of his cock each time you glided up soon forming a pool at its base. you collected some and used it as lube to tug at the parts of him you couldn't fit. "just like that, sweetie" he praised you as your hand and mouth worked rhythmically in unison. the pet name had your pussy drooling. you were so cock-hungry, the portion of him you already had filling your mouth wasn't enough. you took it upon yourself to push yourself all the way down on him, nose touching his pelvic bone and his tip reaching the far back of your throat "fuck that's it, baby, fuck-, just like that sweetie" soonyoung was nothing short of a gentleman, he wasn't one to be a pusher but he couldn't help but to be eager. especially when you sucked him off so good.

tears welled in your eyes as you repeated the motion, you wanted your baby to feel good, judging by how his hitched breathing and whines got more audible, you were doing a great job. "fuck sweetie, I love you so much" the rambling mess he'd become was a clear indication he was close, a few more tugs of his cock and you had him cumming all over your pretty face. the sight made his cock twitch. being the freak he was, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, creamy white goodness and all.

the only thing stopping him was the sudden knock on the front door. pulling him into a void of post-nut clarity, allowing him to open his eyes to the pathetic sight of his empty, now un-fitted sticky bed sheet, with the only token of gratitude, he imagines you to have left him being a new stain on his favourite ivory satin sheet.

"well shit..."

AN: AHHHHHHH my first full length fic, fucking hell i'm so excited for you all to read this. like WHAT? I ACTUALLY LIKE MY WORK FOR ONCE (I'll definitely come back to proof-read my work in the morning and be like "what the fuck?"). to the person who mad this request. thank you so much my love, you;ve helped me regain my confidence and I'm so very sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, I know you asked me in the early parts of this year and I just couldn't pull myself out of this slump. thank you and I hope you like it. much love to you all and keep requesting! xoxo, gossip girl... just kidding 1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess.

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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Three

A/N: HEY IM ALIVE. I am so sorry it’s been two literal weeks I got stuck in a rut and then like couldn’t figure out how to write from there for the life of me 🫠 BUT HEY I figured it out eventually and Ngl I think this chapter turned out pretty fun and cute! It is the first time I wrote Mikey for a long period of time and a little bit of Donnie too so like, apologies for any OOC moments. I’m still learning TvT But yesyes, enjoy the read and thank you for your time <3 Also I’ve decided Mikey and Salena’s duo name is gonna be Pink Tangerine anyway byeeeeeeeee

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Chapter One

Disclaimer: Chapter involves light manipulation, light sexual harassment, curse words, and violence. If you’re sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe <3

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The mushy brown grub splat down on my tray.

I stuck out my tongue in disgust. School lunch might honestly be the worst thing known to man, the bar is so low the devil plays limbo with it. Yet somehow this school still puts everywhere else to shame.

I overheard from some of the upperclassmen a while back that the food used to be on par with others, apparently it got worse after they hired a new lunch aid. No one ever told him anything, though. We’re all way too scared of him.

We sat down at a table and I began poking the food with my fork, mentally preparing to stomach it down. Jaiden looked at me with similarly dead eyes from our meal.

“God, this is so gross. I get that this lunch is supposed to be healthy and all but sometimes I’d rather just eat burger grease.”

That was the second reason I never said anything to the lunch aid. As much as I shit on the food, it’s actually healthier than the usual microwaved fries and stuff. I’ve noticed the effects too, ever since I joined Roosevelt High last year my body admittedly felt much less sluggish.

“Well, food is food. Let’s just be grateful it’s even human food at this point.”

They giggled and scoffed. “Yeah, barely.”

Trying to distract myself from how squishy my mouth felt at every bite, I focused on Jaiden instead. They don’t really emote often, they’re the type of person to have a resting-bitch-face 24/7. But of course, one of life’s greatest ironies was blessing Jaiden with one of the heartiest smiles I’ve ever seen.

For a moment their lips curve, their forehead wrinkles, and their tooth gap is on full display. Eyes shut, all their thoughts were too focused on whatever brought them so much glee, completely forgetting to worry about how they looked or were being perceived. I wish they could be like that all the time.

“Hello? You’re staring at me like a creep again.”

“I know, I know. I’ll stop.” I rolled my eyes, knowing they didn’t actually mind.

“You really should smile more often, though. You’re gifted with such a pretty smile but you never show it off, Jay.”

It went quiet. Before I could spend too long worrying if I said the wrong thing, they broke the silence.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

“Is that even a question? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Well yeah but…it’s kinda relationship related.”

Oh dear. I straightened up and focused all my attention on them. I may be ass at understanding romance but by god, I still tried my best to help Jaiden with theirs.

“So…Was he distant again?”

“I mean, yeah technically. But it’s not even just him anymore, I haven’t been the best at reaching out either. I don’t want anyone else to know this so you better keep it a secret.”

I nodded and they continued.

“I guess I just can’t find any reason to catch up with him. He barely talks to me, stopped complimenting me, and I just can’t like him like that when it feels like he doesn’t even remember we’re dating. I haven’t felt happy with him or confident or anything cause he doesn’t! Talk! About! Me!”

“Ah y-yeah, that’s…that’s pretty bad.”

“He knows how I feel about this stuff. I’m worried he’s not into me anymore. I haven’t felt beautiful in so long because of him. I feel invisible Salena.”

I thought back to our old school. Jaiden had a huge crush on one of our classmates and miraculously got asked out by him just a year later. It was quite the celebratory moment, we stayed up for hours gushing about it over the phone that night. That memory still makes me feel warm.

“What are you gonna do now?”

“That’s what I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do or how to take all of this. Nothing really feels the same anymore.” Their face fell back to its usual deadpan stare. “Honestly, I’m wondering if it would be better to just break things off.”

“…Well, whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

We sat in awkward silence. I wish I was better at comforting people. Jaiden isn’t a huge hugger either so I can’t even try that.

“By the way I…I think I’m starting to like someone else, actually.”

Their voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could ask who, a tray slammed down between us.

“Hey, guys - Jaiden move over a bit - what’d I miss?”

“Hey Zane!”

“Hiya Zane.” I gave him a small wave and Jaiden and I made room for him between us.

I started zoning out a bit while Jaiden and Zane caught up with each other. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking about what Jaiden said. That they like someone else. I mean, it’s not a wild idea considering how they and their boyfriend barely count as a couple anymore but still. Last I checked, Jaiden pretty much loathed the kids in our grade and neither of us get crushes that easily so I wonder who actually got their heart all soft.

I jumped from a sudden sharp pain in my legs. Jaiden and Zane’s conversation paused as they redirected their attention to me and my agony.

“Hey dude, are you okay?”

“Yep! I’m fine, just been working my legs a bit too much I suppose!”

Damn it Leo and your stupid persuasiveness.

What he promised would only be a “weekend thing” turned into an “almost every night thing”, leading to my legs cursing me out from how much pain consistent parkour brings them. Worst part is I can’t even blame him entirely, I’m a druggie for dopamine and caved in at the first mention of doing it more often.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Your legs keep hurting lately. Do you need painkillers? Or do you wanna go to the nurse? I can take you there!” Zane reached out and grabbed my hand.

I could feel the hair on my arms rising for the wrong reasons. Panicking, I pulled my hand back and rushed to reassure them both I was perfectly okay. Thankfully, we moved on and Zane started to ramble about some guy in his class annoying him today.

Or at least, he moved on. I was still trying to recover from the contact. I mean, this isn’t the first time he’s held my hand, our friendship was always very physically affectionate. But I just haven’t been able to handle any touch from Zane for a while. I hate that everything feels so different now knowing that he likes me. It’s not like he can control it, why do I have to be so weird about it? A little hand-holding shouldn’t get such a repulsed reaction from me.

I decided to stop my brain’s downwards spiral and calm myself down. I took a quiet breath and joined back in the conversation.

I caught Jaiden glancing at his hand. They were quieter than usual after that.

***

I walked out the building as the school day ended, the afternoon sun lit up the schoolyard. The weather was getting pleasantly warmer as spring truly settled in.

Zane walked beside me with a lollipop in his mouth as we both waited for Jaiden. The two of them have an elective today but Jaiden had to run a quick question by the teacher and told me to keep Zane company for the time being. I had my own plans but it’s no biggie, all electives start ten minutes after school ends so we’ve got time. I already let Mikey know I’d be running a little late.

“I know I’m not Mr. Sunshine or anything, but I’d be lying if I said it isn’t gorgeous out today.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it really is!”

“...You’re still thinking about Jaiden aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah sorry.”

I could tell Zane was getting a bit irritated. My attention hadn’t really been on him much today, I just couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong with Jaiden. I know they don’t really talk much but they got abnormally quiet after lunch even for them.

“I told you they’re fine Salena. I even checked in twice for your sake.”

“I know it’s just… Nevermind, you know me, I get paranoid easily.” That’s only half true. I’m paranoid but I’m not stupid.

“Hey actually, I was wondering.” He leaned closer and started playing with a loose strand of my hair, prompting me to lean away “Jaiden seemed really tired today so maybe they’d wanna go home early and rest. Do you want to-“

“I’m here.”

They stared at us with a frown on their face. Their voice was monotone. It was always monotone but usually it’d have a bit of charm mixed in with the whole dead-inside vibe. Something wasn’t right.

But no matter! They’re both here now and I should honestly get going. Zane’s here with them so I can worry about Jaiden tomorrow.

“Great! Seeing as you two are ready to go, I shall take my leave as well. Bye guys!”

“But-“

They cut him off. “Bye Salena.”

I don’t know what I did but something definitely happened with Jaiden.

Even though I didn’t manage to fully suppress my thoughts, the walk to the alley where we agreed to meet drifted my attention back towards the beautiful sunny day. The sky was cloudless, a soft spring breeze. For once the air wasn’t clouded with the stinging scent of garbage and car smoke and instead smelled fresh. Woodsy even. Don’t really get a day this perfect often here. It must’ve been fate for today to be the day I’m actually spending time with one of the guys.

Thanks to Leo’s reassurance that night, I gained some confidence and took his advice on talking with them more often. Mikey was definitely the most receptive to that. He and I bonded pretty quickly due to us being the same age and having a similar (and superior) artistic taste so obviously I had to say yes when he asked to hang out, even if it took a while for our schedules to line up.

I did one last scan to make sure no one was around before texting Mikey of my arrival. He popped out from behind a dumpster, eyes matching the bright blue sky.

“Hey hey hey! Ready for the world’s most epic hang out ever?”

“Hell yes I am! I’ve been waiting for this all week! But uh, you’re 100% sure being out in public during the day won’t be a problem considering…this whole situation?”

“We’re fine, chill. No one will recognize me with my super amazing Raph-approved disguise on!”

…His disguise was a hoodie and pants.

I mean, I guess it is New York so no one will probably care enough to notice. Or care even after they do notice. I think I’m just a little nervous since it’s my first time out in public with him.

Besides, his fit was on fire! He wore a cropped orange hoodie with white accents matched with baggy, light cargo pants. He actually looked a little taller from the pairing, maybe I should take fashion tips from him. He did remind me a little of those orange-and-creme popsicle sticks though.

I heard thumping in the distance and cocked my head to hear better.

Clomp, clomp, clomp.

Footsteps? Loud, heavy ones. They remind me of…

“Mikey, you have to hide! S-someone’s coming!”

“But I’m disgui-”

“Trust me just go!”

As he jumped back behind the dumpster, Zane came around the corner and found me leaning against the wall pretending to be on my phone. I mentally high-fived myself for the spot-on guess.

“There you are.”

“Hey! Did you need something?”

“Oh, no. Or well, yeah actually but first, what are you doing next to a garbage bin?”

“I’m waiting for my friend. We have plans today.”

“W-what?” His brows furrowed, pained eyes pierced mine “Plans? With who? Jaiden isn’t even free today.”

“I have other friends too, Zane.”

He scoffed and shoved his hands down his pockets.

“Like, who? Druggies?” …Homie what the hell?

“What kind of people are you friends with that have you meet up with them here?”

“Uh, why are you getting so mad anyway? I’m just meeting up with someone.”

“Well, I don’t want that someone to be dangerous! I’m just looking out for you.” He sighed. “And also because I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out with me today.”

Confused, I stared back at him. “But you and Jaiden have an elective today? The one I just left you two at?”

“Yeah and I told Jaiden I was gonna skip. It’s a nice day, I wanted to be with you. Looks like I did all that for nothing.” Another sigh.

“Oh. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know- Wait, hold on, you left Jaiden?” Oh god. I subconsciously started biting my nails. “Zane, they were already visibly upset today! They need someone with them!”

Stomping my feet, I tried searching for a solution. I couldn’t just cancel on Mikey, we’ve had this planned for so long! But I can’t leave Jaiden on their own either. They have certain tendencies and I can’t risk that again. Ugh, everything would’ve been okay if at least Zane was with them!

“Zane, you have to go back. Jaiden needs company and I’m busy today anyway.”

“Don’t panic so much, they said they’d be fine.”

“And you believed that? You know they’ve lied about that before. Several times before! They didn’t seem okay, I need you to be them.”

“But I want to be with you. Not Jaiden, you. You can’t expect me to just control these things, Salena.”

This dude! Why is he being so difficult?

Okay, calm down Salena. Not a time for anger.

“I-I know, but it’s just one day. Jaiden’s your friend, too. And besides, you’ll both have fun this way!”

My attempts to shoo him away changed his angered face. He suddenly looked so disheartened I can’t tell if it was better or worse. I’m a little annoyed he left Jaiden on their own but he must’ve planned this out for a while if he seems this disappointed. I guess I’d be upset too if I was in his shoes. Though I also would’ve asked the other person ahead of time but different people, different mindsets I suppose. I softened my tone.

“Hey, Zane? I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you. And we can even call when I’m done, okay? But right now Jaiden needs you. And I need this. Just…can I please have a few hours away today?”

He looked at me, conflicting eyes switching between both of mine. Third sigh, more whispery than the others “...Fine, you know I can’t say no to you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pat my head, slightly ruffling my hair “Don’t forget to call me when you’re free.”

Hearing the heavy steps fade as he got farther and farther away, I let out the biggest exhale of my life as my body slumped over.

“Ooh mama, that was rough.” Mikey, somehow already next to me, matched my relief. “Does he always act like that?”

“Well, ‘always’ is a strong word…”

“And you’ve never told him how you feel about it? Never, you know, put down boundaries?”

My eyes scampered around to focus on anything but his face while my body shrunk. Guilty as charged.

He sighed and whipped out a pair of round glasses, swinging his arm over my shoulder “So, I know Dr. Feelings is supposed to be on vacation for the day, but since you’re a friend you get special privileges!”

“Um…D-Doctor who?”

“Tell me about this guy, Salena.”

After recovering from the reveal of his secret therapist mode, I told Mikey about Zane and our friendship as we made our way to an ice cream parlor. According to him, talking about your feelings is always better with a sweet treat to distract you from your crushing crippling depression.

“Wait wait, before we start, what flavor?”

“Oh, chocolate obviously.”

His eyes lit up as he happily hummed “A person of culture! Begin~” He handed me a chocolate cone and got the same for himself.

I felt a little guilty for using him on a day we were meant to relax but at the same time, the thought of having someone to talk to about my weird dynamic with Zane made it weirdly hard to resist. Plus, Mikey just has a very calming presence to him, one that makes it so easy to open up and word-vomit your entire life story to.

Still, I tried my best to not overshare and disrespect Zane’s privacy so I kept things brief and broad, only mentioning what I felt was note-worthy. And probably better to keep his crush on me hidden for now, at least.

Instead, I briefed him about Zane’s home life being the classic “rich kid with absent and narcissistic parents” trope and how much his older brother, or better known as the golden child, emotionally abused him growing up. I could sense Mikey softened a bit at that.

I mentioned Zane’s anger issues, habitual bullying, fear of abandonment. His slowly-developed kleptomania. I told him about the people Zane hung out with and of my secret disapproval of them. If Zane seems bad, those guys make him seem heavenly.

And lastly, I talked about our unlikely friendship. How he gradually became nicer to me. How he told me how different I was to him the day I asked why he stopped bullying me. How unexpectedly sweet and protective he can be.

And how scared he’d get sometimes that one day I’d just ditch him like everyone else did.

“That’s awful! It must’ve been hard for him dealing with all of that.”

“It was. That’s why he’s so clingy towards me. He feels like no one understands him the way I do or even wants to try.”

“I’m guessing that’s why you deal with it.”

I quietly nodded. “I know he can be a bit much sometimes. But I don’t ever want to leave him. He’s like family to me, it just wouldn't be right if I abandoned him.”

Mikey smiled at me “Yeah, don’t worry, I get that.”

He took another bite of his cone and stared out the window. He looked strangely timid, I’ve never seen Mikey so mild-mannered before.

“Do you remember when I told you about our dad Draxum?”

“Oh yeah, the sheep guy! You mentioned he had a ‘bad boy’ phase. Heh, ba-a-a-a-a-ad.” I giggled to myself mimicking a sheep as Mikey looked at me with horrific disgust.

“Leo must love you, doesn’t he.”

“Oh hush, it was funny. Anyway, you were saying?~”

“Well during his ‘insert ruined joke here’ phase, Draxum used to try to kill us like at least once a week. He went on and on about wanting to ‘destroy humanity’ and ‘protect Yōkai kind’ and we were made to do that.”

We started walking outside as he continued his story.

“But, my brothers and I could never. We love humans, I mean you guys literally invented art! And even though Draxum made us, he wasn’t attached enough to not brutally murder us for that disagreement. He threw Leo off a roof once, too.”

“Sorry, what now?” It’s making sense now why Leo was so careful about me not falling when we hang out.

“Yeah, I felt so bad! I mean, Raph gets to see something as cool as that happen but I’m stuck being used as a tug-of-war rope for a giant spider lady! The universe can be so unfair…”

“Your priorities are confusing but go on.”

We made our way on to a roof to enjoy the city’s view. Mikey went on a tangent about all their adventures stopping Draxum and the poorly-named Foot Clan from assembling this mythical shredding monster guy. Whoever named these guys needs originality lessons.

“Then after they finished making the Shredder, they betrayed Draxum. They only wanted to use him so the armor thing would work. And I know that we’re supposed to hate him and stuff, but I felt really really bad for him.”

I thought back to how I felt every time someone I thought was a friend ended up stabbing me in the back “Honestly, I would too. Villain or not, betrayal still sucks.”

“Exactly! And to make matters worse, I found him living on the streets later! He’s a wanted criminal in the Hidden City and had nowhere to go in New York. So obviously, I set him up with a nice, top tier home and helped him adjust to humanity. My brothers doubted us a lot but he’s doing great now. He even has his own job as a lunch aid!”

His bubbly smile dropped as he looked off to the distance. Up until now, Mikey’s been pretty animated when he talks, using his hands and sometimes whole body to enhance his speech. Right now though, he was still. Very still.

“But back then, sometimes even I thought I was crazy. I was trying to change a guy who’s fear-response was genocide, that’s not an easy thing to do. So many failed attempts at getting him to like humans, so many failed attempts of him trying to throw kids when they got on his nerves. Don’t get me wrong, it’s more than worth it in the end but when you’re actually doing it? It’s so exhausting.”

Exhausting. I never realized how fitting that word sounded until he said it. Exhausting.

“That sounds like a literal nightmare. Especially without any external support…” Oh god this was hitting too close to home. Abort! Abort!

“Wanna know what kept me going?”

“Yeah?”

He turned towards me. His blue eyes were illuminated by the sun. Actually, there were some new spots on his body that were glowing, too?

“Draxum made us. He was family to me. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon him.”

Oh.

He turned back to look at the sky. “I know you care about Zane and I can empathize with that so I’ll say this as nicely as I can… ZANE IS A WHINY PIECE OF SHIT.”

I forgot how loud Mikey screams oh god.

“He’s clingy, he’s rude, he called me a druggie for choosing to meet up in an alley, I mean what’s wrong with either?!”

“Micheal my ears, please.”

He took a deep breath and by the grace of heaven itself he calmed down.

“Look, I don’t know if you can help Zane the same way I helped Draxum. Some people don’t want to be changed, that was my biggest fear with Drax. But that’s not my point.” He put a soft hand on my shoulder, the tone of his voice sounded different. “What I’m saying is, I get it.”

My throat felt itchy. I hadn’t heard words like that in years. Having someone say they understand me, not being judged or getting weird looks for feeling the way I do. And I can’t even help believing him, after everything he’s told me it sounds like he meant it. I don’t really know how I feel right now. But then again, maybe I don’t have to know.

We stayed in comfortable silence listening to the city below.

There weren’t too many people out right now, everyone who had been outside enjoying the nice weather before were returning home from shopping or leaving cafés. Not many cars on the street, either. All in all, a nice and peaceful day.

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

A giant pink food truck with a weird stake on the top raced by definitively over the speed limit. Another large vehicle following it. It was green with a disk on the back, it kinda looked like a shell? Or maybe I’ve been talking with turtles too often-

“The Turtle Tank?”

“YOU GUYS HAVE A TURTLE TANK?!” Oh my stars! They just keep getting cooler every day I see them!

“And Meatsweat’s truck!”

“Oh, it’s Mr. Oinkerton.”

In the distance we could hear a familiar angry voice screaming vulgar words at the pig mobile through an oversized megaphone. How’d Donnie even get in this situation?

“So like…should we check in on him?”

“Nah, Dee’s probably fine.”

“Okay fair, but he’s partaking in chaotic activities without us.”

“...You know what, I like the way you think! Come on!” He rolled up his sleeve revealing a black band on his wrist and excitedly spoke to it as we both started running to catch up with the trucks.

“Hey Dontron! Why’re you on a chase with Meatsweats?”

“Mikey? You can see me? Are you in proximity?”

“Yeah! We can see you from the rooftops. I’ll wave!”

“Ugh, good I could use the help, Meatsweats upgraded his stupid truck so now it’s too fast to keep up with! Listen, he kidnapped some guy off the street and I don’t know what he’s gonna do so if you could assist-”

“On it, Dee!”

Seeing Mikey speed through the roofs was astounding! He bounced from building to building, doing flips and spins whenever he could. He looked so graceful while doing it, too. Kind of reminds me of ballerinas. Compared to him I was a heaving mess in the back. I’m faster than I was before, that’s for sure, but still had a really hard time keeping up with him. I’m starting to think Leo went easy on me…

But compared to the car chase down below, even Mikey could barely keep up.

“Man, Donnie wasn’t kidding when he said the truck got upgrades. Meatsweats was never this fast before.”

“Mikey, how long are we just gonna tail them? We’re not really getting anywhere like this.”

“Well we can’t run fast enough…” he looked at Meatsweat’s trying to fight Donnie off, leaving the back door to his truck wide open. His eyes lit up “But we can fly fast enough! I’ll swing you!”

Donnie’s voice returned to the comms “Mikey where are you? Could really use that help right now!” Meatsweats was starting to close the door.

Seeing this in my excited adrenalined nature, I rushed to approve the plan. “Okay, let’s do it!”

One of his nunchucks wrapped around me and my legs left the ground. I cut through the air getting flung right into the truck, somehow not breaking any bones after crashing in. Probably should have thought about that before.

I looked out and met Donnie’s panicked glare. “SALENA?!”

“Hi Donnie!” The door shut and my attention turned toward Meatsweats and a terrified boy with a bag covering his head in the corner.

“Who the hell are- oi, you’re the annoying lass from before, aren’t you?” Oh damn, he remembers me. “What’s with you and ruining my dinner plans?”

“Wait, dinner plans? You’re gonna eat him!?”

He looked so unbelievably offended at that, because of course it was such a stretch to come to that conclusion “What are you, stupid? I was a human before getting mutated. I was a world renowned chef, Rupert Swaggart!”

“Your name was Rupert? Ew.”

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Oh right, this is a hostage situation.

“Sorry, sorry, distractions. So what you’re saying is, you’re not gonna eat him?”

“No, of course not, human meat is an atrocious flavor.” That’s a relief! “However, they make a lovely meal for mutant livestock. And now I can feed twice the amount.” Oh.

He charged at me with his enormous tenderizer and I quickly got up and prepared my body for the attacks.

Go left! Now right! Right again! DUCK! He’s so swift with his strikes it’s almost too much for me to handle. I tried looking for any openings out but it was useless! All the doors are locked and he’s blocking the switch.

“How come he gets tied up but I have to be killed now?”

“Personal grudges.”

I got backed into a corner and narrowly avoided a butcher knife thrown straight at my head. Whatever greater force is keeping me safe, I owe you my life.

Wait! He threw a knife!

Genius struck me as I pulled the blade out from the wall. I charged at him, getting all my energy ready for the blow. Meatsweats chuckled.

“Aww, you really think you can fight back with a tiny cleaver?”

“Not quite.”

Instead of the slice the idiot pig prepared for, I planted my foot firm on the ground and swung the sharp blade to the left, smashing right through the window.

“What the-”

Perfect! Now to take care of the swine.

I darted around the room taunting him, now being the one to control where he’d strike. My heart was beating at the speed of sound, legs quick and light. My reflexes took over completely. It’s crazy to say this but I feel like I’m really in my zone!

Once I annoyed him enough to turn his blows even more aggressive than before, I ran right behind him, clinging on to his back. He took the bait and smashed down. The metal hammer hit him smack dab on the head as I dodged away, knocking him out.

Cutting my celebrations short, I rushed over to the boy and helped him up. He flinched at my touch, the bag still blinding his sight.

“What’s happening?!”

“Your rescue, that’s what. Now, come on!”

I helped him avoid the loose shards on the bottom while getting his body out the window. I stuck my head out and yelled for Donnie, who was still right behind us relieved to see me in one piece.

“Donnie I’m throwing him out the window, tell me when Mikey’s ready!”

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE RESCUING ME!”

After getting the thumbs up from Donnie, I pushed the boy out to the streets and sure enough, Mikey’s chains caught him and pulled him up to wherever he was on the roofs.

I heard a grunt behind me. Meatsweats was awake already? God I can’t believe I was scared I actually hurt him.

I scampered up to the roof of the truck. Unfortunately got jumpscared as the vent flung open and Meatsweats tried going through it. My bad for wanting to catch my breath, I guess.

“Salena jump!”

I took his suggestion and ran forward, avoiding the grimy mutant pig, and leaped over to the tank. A hole opened up and allowed me inside with Donnie looking back, setting the tank to autopilot and checking me for any serious injuries.

“So which one of you dum-dums thought it was a brilliant plan to send the untrained non-mutant human into the murderous chef’s vehicle?”

“Oh, was that bad?” Well, at least it’s over now.

Mikey’s voice came through Donnie’s own hand wrap. His were larger than Mikey’s, covering his entire palm compared to Mikey’s wrist bands.

“Donnie! Is Salena okay?”

“Physically or mentally.”

“Yepperoni. I’m right here, Mikey.”

“Phew good! And uh, by any chance, are you guys still following

Meatsweats?”

“Uh, I’m about to stop the tank, why?”

He nervously laughed “So um, you know the person we just saved right? Apparently he had a really important USB with him and he thinks it fell out in the truck…”

“OH COME ON!”

And so the chase continues as we scrambled to find answers.

“Are we really going to keep tracking Meatsweats for a USB drive? Who even uses them anymore!”

“He sounds super panicked so it must be bad, Dee. What if it’s something dangerous?”

“He’s a teenager, Micheal, why would he have dangerous intel?”

“Aren’t you two teenagers?”

“We don’t count!”

“How do we even get it from Meatsweats’ truck?”

Donnie switched over to the control manual and got a bunch of missiles ready “That’s it! I’m going lethal!”

Mikey’s face appeared on the monitor “Donnie don’t! You could destroy the drive thingie.”

“But my moment…”

“Donnie!”

Red lights started blinking, warning about the tank’s declining gas.

“Fine but we’re running out of time, what else can we do?”

“Want me to jump back in?”

“Do you want to die?”

“Sometimes.” They stared at me wide-eyed as I had the dawning realization “Oh wait that was rhetorical, wasn’t it?”

I forced my three brain cells to try and be useful.

C’mon, brain. Think, Salena! Think!

I saw the cleaver I still had in my hands and got an idea.

Bingo!

“Donnie! Drive to his right!”

“What? Um okay. Wait, where are you going!?”

I climbed back out the hole on the top. “When I count to three, stop the Turtle Tank.”

“CAN ANYONE COMMUNICATE THEIR PLANS WITH ME BEFORE IMPULSIVELY JUMPING IN?”

I threw my hair back letting the rushing keep it out of the way.

“Ready Donnie?”

“No.”

I aimed the cleaver for the front right tire and began counting “One…”

Pulled my arm back, getting ready to throw “Two…”

I took a deep breath. Arms don’t fail me now. I swung forward and felt the handle leave my grasp.

“Three!”

The tank jolted to a stop, knocking me forward. Donnie came out and helped me to my feet.

“You good?”

“Well, I’m alive so.”

We looked up and saw the blade successfully puncture the tire, sending the truck skidding to a crash at a light pole.

“Great Galileo, you actually did it. I’ll confess, I’m impressed!” Is this what validation feels like?

The round tangerine joined us not too long after with the boy strapped to his back and came running towards me.

“Salena, you were amazing!” Validation and a hug on the same day? Have I been blessed?

“Hey can someone get this thing off my head now?”

I looked at the boy, then at the horrific scenery behind him. “Uh…maybe we should get to a less chaotic place first.”

Mikey handed me the USB he found in Meatsweats’ truck. ”Sorry our day got interrupted Salena. You can always come back after helping him!”

I was about to agree but felt a buzz on my skirt pocket. I took out my phone and saw a pestering text from my aunt as well as the time being 5:00pm.

“I would but, I should probably get home anyway. You guys okay with um…all that?” I pointed to the passed out pig in his broken down truck.

Donnie pat my head with one of his extra robot arms “No probbles, we’ll take care of it. You’ve helped enough.”

I guess he’s always been nice-ish to me but still didn’t expect affection from him.

I saw him and Mikey chatting while cleaning up the mess, Mikey beaming as Donnie ruffled what would’ve been his hair if he had any. I smiled. Maybe I just never looked close enough at Donnie. Seems like he’s always been this way.

I lead the boy away from the mutant havoc and into a more public area before taking the bag off his head.

“Are you okay?”

He blinked and I studied his features a bit more. Dark eyes, short black hair, and round glasses. “Yeah I-I think. Thanks for saving me.”

I handed him his pen drive and after a few more thank-yous, he left. As promised, gave Zane a call. He didn’t pick up though. I shrugged it off and started walking back home. What a day today has been!

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Next Chapter

#rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt season 3 #nickelodeon #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt oc #oc x canon #rottmnt s3 #rottmnt mikey #mikey hamato #rise mikey #rottmnt moths fly in packs

[magicinkjasp]

The Spirit Bares it's Teeeth- Book Review (Part 1)

The bolded leaders indicate the CAWPILE method. (characters, atmosphere, writing style, plot, intrigue, logic and enjoyment)

Before I write my book review on "The Spirit Bares its Teeth", I would like to echo the author's sentiment. This book is hard, it contains SA, body harm, graphic violence, ableism, pregnancy and other such topics. It touches open nerves. It will hurt, especially those who have scar tissue built. There is no obligation to read it, and those who don’t, I too applaud you. There is more bravery in walking away that words can ever express. The Spirit Bares it Teeth follows Silas in 1800 Victorian England. In this world building there are people with violet eyes who can manipulate the veil between the living and the dead. These people are called speakers and they have their own little government.

(C)The characters in the book are written with care, each of their voices and characteristics are unique. When it comes to the main character, Silas, there is no doubt on his motives and what drives him to do what he does. The secondary characters of Louise, Charlotte, Isabella, Daphne, and George were a whirlwind to watch. They were each equally memorable, with their placement in the story and their actions that lead to certain events. Even the characters we never met first hand were memorable, in the way the other characters describe them. The cunningness and their depictions drove the story forward and into the heart. They each helped turn the story into the beauty it is. Between them, I did not particularly see growth, but more so a crumpled piece of paper turned flat. As the whole story progressed we were able to see them for who and what they truly were. It is something I deeply appreciate in this novel.

(A)The book was highly immersive, I could clearly picture everything that was being described. It was gross when it came to the medical gore. In some scenes I did notice the use of less description, and this too was amazing since it allows the audience to imagine what they view as more grotesque. The scenes were palatable, and convincing in the twist and turns of organs. The time period relevant language also did an amazing job portraying the atmosphere of the time. When it came to the multiple conversations of gender, it was also convincing. As a trans individual, the way Silas described their feelings made total sense, it mirrored how I felt in my own body and gender. The book made me angry, and I hope that was the point, since it is noted that Andrew Joseph White, writes out of anger. The injustices queer people, neurodivergent people and anyone else ‘othered’ by society can be reflected in our modern society. It points to what is still wrong and what people everywhere are trying to solve, what they die fighting for.

(W)When it came to the writing style, I enjoyed it. It was not difficult to follow and all the medical analogies and jargon were easy to pick up. With that it added a whole other dimension to the book. The addition of the rabbit in the book was an interesting concept, but perfectly describes the way people try to stay alive, even if it is not the best. It was another part of the writing that added dimension. In about the first half I noticed more narration than actual dialogue. It was not a truly bad thing, I liked being in and out of Silas’ mind. As the action picks up, there is more dialogue. The quirks in the writing made it all the more engaging and interesting to read. With the type of writing style A.J White had, I will be sure to pick up more books of his.

(P)The plot was both direct and indirect. The pacing was a rather even one, it felt slightly slow at the start but it really wasn’t it, it was leaving everything to build up. Once the pieces of the puzzle started to click, it seemed obvious as to where the plot was going, but at times I would stop and question if it really was heading that way. For me, that made it all the more engaging, to see which way it truly went. It allowed me to cheer for the characters and lament their losses. The plot itself was not the most complicated one I have seen, but a good middle, it has threads to tie up rather than just a string. With the ending of the book, there were pieces left behind, but it gave the characters life beyond the pages. It is also something I enjoy, when characters live past the book, when a life can be envisioned for them.

#booklr #book review #reading #books #ajw #andrew joseph white #hfwu #the spirit bares its teeth #tsbit #cawpile #writing #literature #horror #queer community

[babybeauty]

My Favourite Lip Balms

Shiseido Moilip: this is more of a cream, and I like to layer it beneath occlusive balms on nights when my lips are especially dry or when I need to heal chapped lips. It’s listed as a medicated lip treatment but as far as I can tell, its main ingredients are Vitamins E & B6 and glycerine.

Dr Dennis Gross Hyaluronic Marine Collagen Lip Cushion: this is another cream-type product, but I find that it soaks in quickly and soothes in a different way from Moilip. It’s more expensive and so I use it mostly after microneedling or filler in my lips, as well as if my lips are sunburnt.

Lhamour Sea Buckthorn Oil Lip Balm: this is my favourite balm to carry around in my handbag. It’s very moisturising but it’s not sticky or greasy at all, I find that it sinks in quickly but I can still feel it protecting and moisturising my lips for a long time. It contains sea buckthorn as well as lanolin and sheep’s tail oil, which is one of the most absorbable oils for our skin.

Lasinoh HPA Nipple Cream: this is pure lanolin and you could find it cheaper elsewhere but what I like about Lasinoh is that it doesn’t have that scent lanolin tends to carry. It’s for this reason that this is usually my last step at night, it’s very occlusive and healing without keeping me awake with a sheep smell.

Topicals Slick Salve: I’ve only started using this recently, but I like it a lot. It gives a really lovely plumped and juicy look to my lips, it stays put for hours, and it feels as though it both hydrates and moisturises. I find that this is useful to keep in my bag during cold or windy weather, as a thicker protective layer over my Lhamour balm.

Phytopharma Apricoderm Lip Balm: this is the stick balm I like to use during the summer, because it contains SPF. It’s almost as moisturising as my Lhamour, and doesn’t leave any residue or taste like suncream at all.

Rhode Beauty Peptide Lip Treatment: this, to me, is like the Topicals balm but I like that it comes in a vanilla flavour. It’s shiny and a little bit sticky, it doesn’t last quite as long as Topicals but for me it feels less thick and it matches with my perfume and body lotion, so this is often my ‘top-up’ balm throughout the day.

Homeoplasmine: this is like Vaseline but matte, which is why I like to smooth the tiniest bit on my lips in the morning as a base for my lip makeup. It’s like a primer in that sense, but it’s also very healing, since it contains antiseptics and homeopathic elements, and when slathered on thickly it makes an excellent occlusive.

Bepanthen Ointment: this is an occlusive and it combines petroleum and lanolin with panthenol to moisturise and heal. It’s thinner and more creamy than Lasinoh or Homeoplasmine, but it’s also more difficult to absorb. I find it works best on dry skin around my lips but sometimes I use it on my lips themselves when they need extra help with healing.

#beauty #skincare #lip balm #product

[holyluvr]

Really sucks knowing that your doctors failed and wasted your money and put you through psychological and physical Hell because they were lazy, bigoted, or didn’t want to admit to not knowing something. Like years and thousands lost along with brain cells, and my body is still falling apart without having language I feel confident using to express what’s happening to me and without creating a treatment plan or plan for diagnosis.

The type of symptoms I have are so widespread and apply to so many different conditions that it could be anything from ME/CFS to cancer to lupus to CNS disorder to endocrine disorder to mixed connective tissue disease to degenerative disc/joint disease to anything else that starts to wear down the body and mind and causes a bunch of weird, painful, gross symptoms expected of someone getting near dying of old age, yet disables 20 year olds in the span of around one year of noticing onset. Anything like that. & they didn’t care 👍

I don’t know how to start again, who to go to, or how I will react if the next doctor I see does or says anything out of line about me or dismisses me as if I’m not paying for the appointment.

Don’t know if I should. Maybe I should rot. Don’t know anything. It doesn’t sound accurate to say I’m Scared of the doctors as much as I’m scared of repeating the past, exhausted. I can’t do anything without help, but where is it? How many years ago now was i supposed to get the first surgery? I’m tired. & the specialists for orthopedics/spine/pain were correct(the only ones who believed me because it’s hard to pretend and get away with not noticing multiple damaged areas and missing structures and multiple cysts with a lower spine needing a sharply torn and dried out herniated disc swelling my muscles and leaving my nerves in constant danger of injury removed and replaced— in documented MRIs). They said that the surgery was high risk at causing a domino effect that repeats spinal fusions over time, but that it was going to happen to me anyway and the degeneration is faster without a fusion/replaced disc(unsure if he was set on a typical fusion through the side of my abdomen or the newer one with the artificial disc that mimics a natural one better. He said he would be making an incision on the side of my lower abdomen but nothing about what he was putting inside of my spine lol or I forgot 🫶 but it doesn’t matter because I have to start over). It’s getting worse and way faster. 12 months before I lose insurance. I’m fucked. It was the worst possible timing. Can’t afford to even see my psychiatrist in a few days that could have me hospitalized or force pills that hurt onto me (yep. he sure can) if I do anything to make him feel I’m too unstable or high risk. How will I afford to go through a process of diagnosing and treating this? Whatever this is.

On top of needing a double mastectomy, thyroid care(if that’s disconnected to the undiagnosed problems lol), 4 impacted wisdom teeth removed, orthodontic surgery and braces to correct my jaw misalignment and save my teeth from being doomed to continue to break, hysterectomy to stop the diseases early that disable and nearly-kill women in my family and cause traumatic birth complications and difficultly with carrying to term anyway, I need multiple less invasive (but equally expensive if added up to the end of them being necessary) procedures for a few organ systems, like. Add physical therapy and psychotherapy and my eyes deteriorating into worse and worse astigmatism with nearsightedness and my nasal structure needs reconstruction to avoid sleep apnea,….

I just don’t know if I’m even supposed to be alive. Who can I make myself into like this? How can I make a life for myself and become the person I want to be?

#…

[elfyourmother]

I want to tell you how UTTERLY GREAT it is to see a taller and thicker femme character on my dash.

Putting aside the level of "big Booba good", it's just rare to see that kind of thing and it's really really gratifying to see.

I have an OC that I've been scared of posting about because she IS that curvy, not for fetish reasons but just because body types are varied.

So while yes, Gisele is hot af (and she is!), I'm also thanking you for the representation.

Nonners I just need you to know that you have no idea how much this means to me. No idea. I teared up even, in a good way.

Gisele has a lot of strikes against her, even setting aside for a sec her size. She’s the least popular clan of the least popular race for f!WoLs (no shade against Duskwights, I love them, but sometimes I feel like I have the only Wildwood in fandom). She’s Black, and fails the brown bag test. Her main ship is her and 5 NPCs and I ship her with a ton of others—Gisele is never going to be that WoL that is Known for being with 1 specific NPC, her “hat” as it were is polyamory. She’s an isekai protagonist from an entirely different RPG franchise, to add insult to injury.

But even among people in this part of fandom, (the RP/OC fanfic community), even among folk who game on PC and do use The Dark Arts(tm), I have literally never seen another character who looks like Gisele. The only spaces where I have ever seen characters of Gisele’s size are on Discord servers and they are only ever posted as nameless hypersexualized spank bank material by and for hentai fetishist dudebros. And that was before she went up a top size very recently. Thick femmes (TRULY thick femmes, not “no. 2 pencil rather than vanilla toothpick” misappropriated columbused white fandom definition of “thicc”) are just…MIA around here. Especially being shipped with anybody much less NPCs. In the shipping corner the preference is absolutely small & petite women with all these tall dudes. (It’s why I’ve developed a visceral dislike of the “size difference” trope). Preferably pale. If big women are allowed to exist it’s solely as fetish objects to domme the shit out of much smaller people or they are masculinized or both. They are not allowed to be dainty or ethereal. These are words that people do not associate with fat femmes.

And it makes it very fraught and anxiety inducing to put Gisele out there. It is fucking terrifying. It is always so scary to be The Only One being out there doing stuff that nobody else is doing, especially in a modern fandom culture rife with purity wank and respectability politics. Ask Dandy about how badly I was kicking myself for Gisele going up another top size, I had an almost crippling fear of being “just like those gross dudes”, especially given how unapologetically sexual Gisele is.

But I did not make her thick out of a fetish, though she is ridiculously hot and shorts my brain out a lot. I made her thick because I just plain wanted a tall, plus size heroine. She was forced to be short and petite in DA:O but she has always had an hourglass figure in my head and she has never been a size zero regardless of the stupid chargen. I’m always laughing about how it took her being imported to a whole other game and m*dded to death to finally get her on screen appearance to match how she’s always looked in my head. I am desperate for body diversity that just does not exist in this game but especially not in JRPGs and never in FF. And that’s a very lonely place to be in a fandom that only seems to produce and value small, petite (and mostly pale) femmes.

Like…I very nearly did not use that pic of her in the character flaws post, because of how big her booba is in that dress—I haven’t done any shoots with her in it, despite the fact that it’s her actual size now, because I know how many notes/reblogs she got in the vanilla dress, which made her skinny. I know she would get a fraction of them. It doesn’t help that she’s not min height anymore either.

But thicc!Gisele makes me happier than I can ever express. I am so happy that my WoL is plus size and gets to be a daring lady adventurer and loved and desired by tons of really hot people and is admired in universe for her beauty and sense of style. If people don’t reblog her as much, it is what it is; I have to be true to myself. (Frank N Furter is deeply problematic so forgive me for quoting but the only thing I can think of is him screaming “I DIDN’T MAKE HIM FOR YOU!”)

And maybe, just like way back when I was damn near the only Mass Effect writer on here regularly posting a dark skin femshep, it will help others be less afraid, and I won’t be The Only One anymore. My therapist told me once, when I brought up how it feels like shouting into a void, that if even 1 person is inspired or encouraged by the work then it’s not shouting into a void at all. So if you need permission from someone, I’m going to tell you that you and I and everyone has the right to put our OCs out there regardless of if they meet fandom’s arbitrary and frequently oppressive appearance standards. The WoL is absolutely allowed to be a tall, thick femme who takes up space, figuratively or literally. Let me repeat this, for your benefit and for mine and for anyone still reading this long ass response:

Fat femmes have a right to exist in our fantasy worlds because they exist irl, and they have a right to be heroes, they have a right to be loved and admired and cherished by as many other OCs or NPCs as they want. They are not fetish objects. They are every bit as well developed and complex as skinny, vanilla sized characters. We are not pervs for wanting a diverse Eorzea or even for finding thick people hot.

So. Be brave. You might help someone else too, not just yourself.

#this is the kind of ask that I’m going to cherish for a very long time #and turn to when I’m feeling bad about myself and gisele #seriously it means the absolute world to me #long post #warm fuzzies #testimonials #anonymous #ask bisho

[pacifymebby]

So idk who needs to read this right now but, razor burn is such a real issue right now and also chaffing too, also yeast infections. 30 degree heat and having to walk places (cruel that as women we are expected to walk around in 30 degree heat) (or at all) does unfortunately lead to some pretty uncomfortable situations but

Do not be embarrassed besties, do not feel gross, these are all unfortunate but entirely natural things we can sometimes experience

Also if you are experiencing any of these things, because idk about you lads but actually the summer is cruel to my vagina, here is some advice...

For razor burn/nappy rash

🌿 Don't pop the spots!!

🌿 Wear loose clothing, no super tight thongs or skinny jeans

🌿 Moisturise with something like coconut oil

For yeast infections/thrush

🌿 First of all, don't mistake this for an STI, I remember the first time I got this as an adult I thought I had some kind of STI

🌿 I hope this isn't TMI but thrush can be identified via a few different things

- dry/sore itchy red skin

-internal itching

- creamy/yellowy discharge, kind of lumpy/stringy and thick (internal thrush, external thrush looks different)

- maybe white bits around external areas of vagina area, sort of looks like little bits of tissue, this is external thrush, comes with the dry red itchy skin

- just itchy/uncomfortable down there

🌿 Secondly, you're not gross or dirty for having it, yeast infections happen when the PH of our vagina changes and the usually useful bacteria which is always living there gets a bit trigger happy and multiplies wayyyy too much.

🌿 The best ways to deal with this are...

✨ Clotrimazole cream (external thrush) apply pea sized blob to external areas that are sore

✨ Cold shower to the area numbs the fuck out of it, literally the most blissful relief

✨ Drink lots of water, helps restore pH balance and flush the issue out.

✨ Eat less sugar, sugar can make the pH change and encourage growth.

✨ Fluconazole - antibiotic that you should definitely take to help your body fight the bacteria off. Does tend to work within 24 - 48 hours, I'd be dead without this stuff honestly.

✨ Cotton pants!!!! No nylon, no sweaty polyester type materials, just nice cotton, loose fitting pants that will let air get to your vagina and also lessen the ammount you are sweating!!!!!

✨ Again, no super tight clothes, no skinny jeans and things that like ride up and give you wedgies.

For Chafing

🌿 I looked up vaginal chafing the other day and it turns out this is a problem a lot of runners experience so there is actually rather a lot of advice out there to tackle it

🌿 Using something like vaseline on areas that chaff can be good to stop the chafing (but be careful to identify that the soreness is definitely chafing and not thrush because sometimes stuff like vaseline can encourage yeast infections)

🌿 Be nice to yourself, granny panties, no thongs. Nothing that will rub and chaf more basically.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this brief interlude. Normal posting will return shortly.

If summer is also being a pain in the arse (almost literally) for you then besties, don't be embarrassed, don't feel gross, this stuff happens, it's all natural!!!!

And if anyone ever does want to ask me advice like this then you can come to me and ask me anything, it's all good.

#I know this was random but I was talking to a friend earlier and we were all omg I wish people told us this shit when we were in school #Because its basic summer survival skills #look at me giving advice

[balladofthewhitehorse]

🥺 🍦👀?

Thank you so much for the ask <3 I love recieving them. 🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? In a recent fic still in progress, for me it's when Germany and England are kissing with bruised and cracked lips. They're so tired and they know this peace is temporary, so they make most of what little moments that they have still. I just love moments of tenderness in the most ROUGH of environments; Something about kindness existing in the darkest of times, a beacon, a lighthouse guiding a sinking ship and so on and so forth. I'm a slut for such tropes. 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? Oooof, I tend to write angsty fics - but I do recall a body worship fic I wrote of England and Germany a long time ago, where they were kissing and tracing one another's scars, as well as the fact their bodies have changed a lot since the war days (such as England putting on weight). It was definately the sweetest fic I ever wrote and I might try to write it again now that my style has changed a little.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! I've got many wips, my friend! One of them is 'And Abel said to Cain' about England and Scotland, where upon it is set in the first Scottish War of Independence and England reminsces over their brotherly relationship before ultimately killing his brother who says stubbornly staring him in the eye. Another is 'Longbow' Chapter 2 where I explore Wales and England's relationship with one another; It will be set sometime after the Battle Of Hastings and maaaybe just before the 100 years war, still working it out. I also have a 9 page fic called Rocky Roads which is all about GerEng and I mentioned it in the 1st emoji ask you asked me. I also have one about the Coopers Hill cheese rolling competition which is meant to be more light-hearted and silly (considering the competiton itself is rather silly)

I also have a bunch of other fics with less defined plot-lines that are more character exploration such as Pink Floyd (England and Finland friendship fic, where they go fishing and tease one another), A Century and a bit of being an arsehole (England declaring war on France during the 100 Years war, this is more plot-lined), Better The Devil You Know (England having a breakdown after helping an old lady and being a bit startled at being called 'Kind' and 'Sweet') and By The Lamplight (England and Germany making out in an alleyway in like the 18th Century cos I have a thing for gross old repressed men making out in dank, dirty alleys and then blackmailing one another about it cos god forbid I let the Rat have a good time for once).

#hws england #aph england #hws germany #aph germany #not tagging them all since they're only fic mentions sfgsuydf #thank you so much for the ask #i appreciate it <3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I'm a little more confident to not do anonymous but I have yet another hanma headcanon i headcanon him as the type to like have messy hair in the morning and he also has a thing for stroking his s/o hair in the Morning as his muscular yet lanky shirtless body glows in the light that comes through the window in the morning and also he likes too take pictures at night of his s/p on top of him asleep

:)))

Hi again! I'm so happy you're not shy anymore! Well, less shy, anyway? I love to see who's asking for what!

I went a little off the rails - but just a little. Hope you like it!

C/W ::: Language. Lots of fluff, sweet Hanma (SHUT UP, I KNOW IT'S POSSIBLE! 🤣), sneaking photos of your lover when they don't know. 👽 maybe!! I read this like 13 times, no joke. If I missed anything, cw-wise or whatever, lemme know! Thanks!

Hanma woke up in the middle of the night and looked around on the bed for his phone but didn't see it. He scans what he can see of the floor without disturbing your peace. But it's not there either. Finally, he tracks it down on his nightstand.

He turned it on to check the time. It was 4:17 in the morning. You were sleeping soundly on him, so that's not what woke him. He's not sure what did, but it could've been his freakishly supernatural ability to detect when you were in an especially embarrassing position.

See, Hanma just loves to sneak pictures of you while you're cuddled up against him. He knows he's not the most meaty or cozy guy. But that's not to say he's all firm and no flex.

You're pleasantly surprised when you fall asleep on him for the first time. For such a tall, lanky man, he's very warm and soft (for you).

He looks down at you and smiles when he sees you're still glued to his bare chest.

He smiles even more when he notices the puddle of drool strung from your mouth, connecting to his pecs.

"Oh, watashi no hana, you're so gross." He says, his hand softly grazing the back of your messed up hair. His fingers sneak in and give you a gentle tug. "Hana, wake up with me." He tries. But you're so comfortable on him that you're oblivious to his hands tangled in your locks.

"You're gonna be so pissed if you ever find out about this. But I just can't ... I just can't help myself. You're my one weakness, hana."

He turns the camera on and lines it up as best he can with your face. But it's so dark in the room that he's got no idea where he's pointing the lens.

The flash lights up the whole space and he panics. "Shit shit shit ... don't. Don't wake up, hana." He can't help but take a peek at moment he's just stolen.

It's perfect.

You're perfect.

He sits the phone down beside him - in case another photo-op presents itself, he'll be ready.

Hanma woke up the next morning with his hair a beautiful mess. Black and yellow hair is laying in a crazy mop on top of his head, framing his still sleep-heavy golden eyes.

You're starting to stir against him, but you don't open your eyes just yet. Enjoying the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek and arm, you want to stay there as long as possible.

Hanma's giant hand reaches up to stroke the side of your hair, tucking it behind your ears.

"I know you're awake. Your breathing changed." You can hear the faint trace of a smirk in his voice.

"Good morning, Shuji. I had the strangest dream last night that the room was filled with a really bright light and then it disappeared. Crazy, huh?" You giggled because you have a feeling you know what it was.

Hanma's breath hitches in his throat. "Aliens. It had to've been aliens."

Sitting up, you take in all of him in the soft glow of the sun's first light.

For such seeminlgy cruel man, he truly is a kind sight to behold. His slightly tanned skin radiates even more warmth in the space around you. All you want to do is lay against him again.

Instead, you just stare.

"What is it, hana?"

You put your phone on silent so he wouldnt hear the shutter of you capturing him at his most beautiful. Opening the camera, pretending to answer texts, you angle it so he's in the shot, and snap your own picture of him at his finest and most messy hour.

"Googling if aliens just come into people's rooms to check them out and then leave." You looked at him and snapped one more photo (for good measure), putting it in your very own secret folder.

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Not the same anon as before but im in the same boat as them (for me its because of medical issues and a genetic disability that messes with my body a lot, so i look really gross lol 💀 ive made peace w it tho 🥰) and firstly i love that you write for a less represented body type. I still love to read your stuff nmw and its so good to see, even if i dont fit the image your portraying its still such good writing that i love to read no matter what

i think maybe (im just assuming tho) what that other anon might mean is that they were looking for a story where reader being skinny/underweight is framed as a negative thing at first or its something that the reader is insecure about? cause yeah theres lots of stories where the reader is thin or their body isnt described at all, but thats different from stories about an underweight reader whos body is a source of bullying (like mine has been for me) or they hate their body or it causes them anxiety. thats something that not a lot of people write about if they write a reader insert story that has a skinny reader yk? its a very specific kind of thing tho so tbh im not surprised that people dont really write it

and jsyk im not saying that you have to write anything you dont want to! and im not requesting that you write something for a reader w a body type like mine either. im just giving my thoughts on why someone else might have requested it or what their intention might have been, just in case that helps makes things clearer? idk i just thought id give my 2 cents haha. Like ive been targeted for really really nasty bullying because of the way i look (like people full on saying kys to my face lol its so stupid) but im not gonna ask anyone to go outside of their comfort zone to cater to me specifically yk? but i just thought that the other anon wasnt necessarily asking in bad faith so i wanted to chime in. You dont gotta reply to this message btw, anyway have a good day!

Thank you for your message dear. I personally didn't see that last message as mean in any way, i believe the person has innocent intentions and i respect that. I'm just not comfortable writing for underweight/skinny reader bc I've never been in that position before and i don't think i can properly speak for those that are underweight/skinny. I have no ill will towards those readers, it's just not something i can relate to, so i don't feel comfortable writing it. I'm not mad in any way btw, im just trying to be open and honest :)

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