#like can't the nonverbal hit when I go on break?????

[midnightmystical]

Me: Okay a stressful thing happened but I seem to be taking it well

*goes mute/nonverbal out of nowhere*

Me: ........well fuck

#Bro I'm at WORK AND ITS EARLY INTO MY SHIFT #like can't the nonverbal hit when I go on break????? #Then at least I'm not technically required to talk for the rest of the day #audhd things #audhd problems #neurodiversity #three cheers for going nonverbal while at work 🤦🏿‍♀️ #irl #work life #random #autistic

[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #lady beneviento x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #lord moreau x reader #lord heisenburg x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #x reader #silly #soft

[lino-nyangi]

— smut. mdni

BEFORE YOU READ.

sapiosexual!minho who gets all hard and horny whenever his smart girlfriend starts spouting big words.

literally all you're doing is sitting down by your desk, hair swept away from your face in a bun and round glasses framing your face. you're just going over something in your field and he's all hot and bothered about it. like going absolutely feral.

your speech is passing through one ear and out the other. it's not like he doesn't care about what you're saying, he just can't focus on the words because they're going down to his dick instead of his brain.

"you're so fucking hot, honey. do you know that?" minho blurts, snapping you from your thoughts.

you look up to see him silently gaping at you like he's going to devour you, a small fascinated smirk tugging on his lips. it takes you off guard, having been cut off mid sentence only to be hit with his comment. you huff out an embarrassed laugh after realizing you may have rambled too long.

"i've literally been sitting here all day, min. i'm everything but hot right now." you mumble, looking back at your laptop.

"no no. that's what i love the most." minho rests his head on his arm, leaning to the side and over the pillow. "tell me more, pretty girl."

you chuckle at his stance, he looks more like someone who's ready to hear a bedtime story than anything. "were you even listening?"

"... partially. but i want to hear you."

you spin in your seat to face him, a knowing smile on your face. "are you gonna palm yourself to my words like last time?" you think confronting him with something that's arguably a bit embarassing would fluster him, but it doesn't. he just cheekily responds, never breaking eye contact.

"maybe, or you can sit on my lap instead. whisper it to my ear."

you scoff, "i am not whispering technical terms in your ear, min."

will fuck you and ask you to tell him all about it while his cock is deep inside your cunt.

"fucking hell, you're insufferable." you huff up at him in disbelief, though you're smiling widely at his antics. it's kind of cute how horny it gets him.

"are you kink shaming me? say the words and i'll fill you up, baby."

alternatively and when you've have a rough couple of days and you don't want to think about anything at all because work or college has been kicking your ass, he offers to turn your brain off.

"give your smart little brain a break and let me fuck you dumb, honey. been working so hard lately."

speaking of which, he loves it when you go dumb on his cock. just completely nonverbal while he ruins you. you can't answer his questions, can't think of anything, just whimpering in response.

"feels nice, hm baby?" minho coos close to your face, cock spearing deep inside you hard and fast, "don't have to fill your head with any thoughts. just be a good kitty for me."

you mewl at his words, the idea of being his good baby with no big girl responsibilities getting to your head very fast.

"yeah, you like it? like being my good kitty? just take my cock all day, you don't have to do anything else."

he ends up actually fucking any stress from the day out of you and all you want to do after is cuddle up against him and stay like that forever— brain turned off with no thoughts but minho.

#lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #minho smut #kpop smut #stray kids smut #kpop imagines #skz smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios

[archangeldyke-all]

hellooooo, if you’re not taking requests please disregard this but please can you write a little something about sevika x autistic!reader, i’d just like to see how she’d learn to live with me. also i love your work and commitment, remember to take breaks tho, dear 💗💗💗

of course!

men and minors dni

she's going to be fascinated by any special interests or hyperfixations you have, she could listen to you talk about it for hours.

not only is the sound of your voice her favorite thing, but she's actually really interested. even if it's something she'd never care about without you. if you like a certain piece of media-- she'll wanna hear you tell her all the lore in your words, before maybe having you introduce it to her. she'd ask so many questions and find it incredibly sexy when you have an answer to each and every one.

and you can bet your ass she's always buying you trinkets or things related to your interests. anything and everything she can get her hands on she'll be lugging home for you.

i think sevika would be kind of charmed by your lack of social graces. what you consider 'awkward faux pas' when you look back on it, cringing at your past self, sevika laughs about and admires. she's usually blunt and straightforward-- she doesn't think it's strange that you are too.

like, your friend showing up late for lunch and apologizing for being ten minutes behind and you quickly correcting them and telling them, actually, it was thirty minutes, later that night it'll hit you that maybe it came off as bitchy. you were genuinely just correcting her mistake. you worry about it to sevika and she snorts.

"nah, babe, i was thinking the same thing. i was gonna say it if you didn't."

she'd love watching you stim. you always get embarrassed, but if she can catch you flap your hands or rock back and forth without you seeing-- she'll watch with a soft, admiring smile on her face.

in another way that sevika can kind of relate to some of the struggles of autism-- sevika is not a stranger to emotional outbursts that she can't control. she's not triggered by the same things you are, and she reacts much differently-- but she doesn't bat an eye the first time you break down in front of her, hyperventilating in her arms and choking out that your day's just been 'too much.' she understands that feeling completely.

imagine needing some pressure and having sevika as a girlfriend. getting her to lay right on top of you-- she'd be the best, warmest, firmest weighted blanket of your life.

if and when she buys you things to wear-- jewelry or clothes or even blankets-- she'll make sure their textures you like, she'll cut the tags out carefully for you, she'll make sure the jewlery is just your size so it won't bother you.

the first few times you go nonverbal around her, she's a little spooked. but after you explain it to her-- that you're fine but just exhausted, that you can't find your voice right now with how loud your brain's being-- she understands. and now she's great at handling you when you're nonverbal.

she leaves you alone, unless you request cuddles with grabby hands. she makes you food and delivers it to you with a firm kiss to your head, not bothering you so you don't have to take off your ear canceling headphones. the only time she asks you things is if she absolutely has to, and she makes sure all her questions are yes or no.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[candiid-caniine]

ugh, i want technology to catch up with my fantasies so badly but i'm ahead of my time, it seems.

there should be some kind of machine that keeps me maintained, for lack of a better word. something that auto-doms, that subjugates effortlessly, and isn't that degrading--the idea that sometimes a human can't be bothered to deal with me themselves. sometimes my superiors just want to kick back with a cold one and enjoy the show.

the base parts would be restraint, stimulation, and flexibility. want to alternate between edging and pain without straining your wrists? there's a preset for that, fine-tuned for my biometric profile. want to keep me in a stress position for time-out? restraints in multiple configurations, attachments for gags, punishment programs. need a hands-off way to brainwash me stupid, drooling, and nonverbal? strap me into the VR hypnosis rig, complete with constant low-grade teasing, and go about your evening.

i imagine being strapped into this rig on a lazy night when my dom wants all of the fun, but none of the effort, or would simply enjoy some high-quality begging. they strap me in to the restraints in a configuration that spreads my legs wide, my holes on display, then select the programming for the evening.

mechanical arms crowd in with the first implements: a slim, vibrating probe enters my ass, and another descends on my clit, teasing around it and up and down my cunt, which is already dripping. another set of arms start stimulating my breasts, massaging the nipples methodically, maddeningly, and it's a matter of minutes before i'm straining against the bonds, seeking more. they barely creak. my dom reclines on their favorite chair, watching me with lazy interest. i'm ungagged, so i know they want to hear begging, and i'm quick to start. i always beg to cum. it never gets me anywhere, though.

they laugh at me. "don't be silly, pup." those teasing arms get me right to the edge, then punish me with a sharp burst of pain: a pinch on the clit, a zap to the nipples, maybe. quick as they stopped, they work me back up again. i know this program, the basic parts of it, at least--it changes things up each time, but i know what's coming, and, sure enough, the machine starts a strategic series of moves designed to keep me right on the edge, and no further. i miss the early days when it didn't have such complete knowledge of me, when it still messed up once in awhile.

i grapple for my thoughts, the last thoughts i'll have for awhile. my cunt is still empty, so maybe they want me to beg them to fill it. i start begging for their cock, debasing myself further and further as my desperation hits a manic edge. please fuck me turns into please i need your cock turns into please fill up all my holes i want to be your little whore please gods please let me earn your cum. "you're so cute," they coo, wandering over to the machine and raising their hand towards my face. i strain to lean into their touch, but they pull away, a smirk on their lips, and return to their seat. they start playing games on their phone.

i've been on the edge for minutes now, minutes in the double digits. i start to beg them to turn it off. whatever it takes, i just want it to end. it's maddening: an orgasm is so close i can taste it, could have it if i could only lean into the vibration just a little. my dom is so close, within arm's reach, if i could even use my arms! it's around minute 30 that i start to cry, my voice breaking with every mindless word coming out of my mouth. i barely hear what i'm saying, but it's something like please sir please fuck i can't i can't i need please fuck, incoherent and useless. they pick up the remote and turn the TV on. every once in awhile, their eyes flick to me with vague interest, and i start to cling to those moments, counting the seconds until they do it again. 10, 11, 12...10...no, was it...it must be 20 by now. what comes after 20?...11, 12....

before i ever realize it, my mind is gone. all that's left of me is the bleeding edge, my world shrunk to the aching radius between my legs and the tugging thread between their eyes and mine. i stopped saying actual words forever ago. has it been hours? time doesn't mean anything to a creature like me anymore. there is only Now. they bring me a cup of water, and i suck it down only because it's what they want. it's mindless. i'm broken.

it takes me ages to register that the stimulation has stopped, that the TV is off. my chest is cold and damp--i've drooled everywhere, and my eyes won't focus. i whimper as feeling returns to my arms and legs, the restraints undone, and i spend blissful, warm, drifting moments coming down in their arms. i feel safe, and so, so tired. "good job, sweetheart," they murmur. "i'm proud of you, you know? you made it a whole hour this time." no, it was much longer than that...wasn't it??

"let's try for two tomorrow, hm?"

#denial #h/d #for genderinclusiveslut #dizzy #only barks

[starsurface]

Hii! Can you do hcs for little Kenshi from mk1 please?

Man I adore Kenshi!! He's super cool. :3

TW: Mentions of the Yakuza, references to hitting, and references about his eyes

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Kenshi Takahashi HCs

❤️ Regressed to about 3-6

❤️ Very rarely, but sometimes he'll regress to almost babyspace

❤️ Found out about regression from Liu Kang

❤️ The God was worried because before age regression, Kenshi's coping mechanism was fighting/sparring or training until his feet gave out beneath him

❤️ Was a bit, lot, skeptical of it at first but ended up slipping very quickly with Liu Kang's help

❤️ His main CGs are probably Johnny and Liu Kang (Tomas too, avid Smokencage shipper over here)

❤️ Likes having Raiden, Kung Lao, and Syzoth baby sit him from time to time

❤️ Sento will also help too!! That's their grand baby after all!!

❤️ Sento’s actually a slightly difficult provlem because sometimes Kenshi wants to see when hes small but also has a habit of unsheathing the katana

❤️ ^ Luckily Sento's Guardians will scold him because he knows he's not suppose to play with the pretty sword

❤️ Which is so totally unfair btw, he might be small, but that doesn't mean he'll hurt himself!! >:/ (has accidently cut himself multiple times while small and came blubbering to you about it)

❤️ Well, he can't exactly cry because, uh, he has no . . . eyes

❤️ But his lip will start quivering and his face will get all red and he'll make the sounds of crying

❤️ It also kinda stings a bit, since his tear production will works, even if it's damaged, but doesn't have anywhere to go

❤️ Will sometimes freak out over his eyes and start gawing at them with his hands

❤️ You've gotta gently grab his hands and tell him that he's hurting himself and can't do that

❤️ In moments like these you just gotta hold him and rock him, letting him feel your heartbeat and hold onto something soft like his blankie

❤️ He's normally very good with the rules and doesn't like breaking them

❤️ Like, he knows if he draws on the floor or the walls, he's gonna have to clean it up and his pretty art won't stay, so why try it?

❤️ But if he does get in trouvle, he has a small habit of throwing hissy fits

❤️ Foot stomping, raised voice, throwing whatever he has in his hands at the ground (never you though, even in these moments he doesn't wanna hurt you)

❤️ These can usually be delt very quickly with an arms crossed and that look that just screams he's in trouble

❤️ I know he just yelled at you, but don't yell at him please

❤️ Stern voice is okay, but he will be fearful if you raise your voice and try to go hide away somewhere to feel safe again

❤️ Don't hit him either. There are times he might flinch when he knows your upset and then go completely silent on you

❤️ You've gotta just hold him and remind him that he isn't with the Yakuza anymore, they can't hurt him anymore

❤️ Best punishments for him are the naughty corner, but he has to be able to bring his blankie (more on that later)

❤️ He doesn't exactly baby regress but on days where all he can think about is his Yakkuza life, he feels very small and fuzzy and all he really wants is to be held, comforted, and loved

❤️ ^ These days he goes mostly nonverbal, and can get fussy if you don't immediately know what he wants

❤️ It's not your fault, nor his fault, he's just feeling a lot of negative emotions right now and doesn't know how to process them

❤️ When he does get that small, I can see him being a padded regressor out of comfort, but I dunno

❤️ Absolutely adores sippy cups (and cried one time because Johnny teased him for it, don't worry!! Johnny apologized for it and they made up)

❤️ Favorite regression item he owns is this smallish soft, fuzzy blankie he owns

❤️ He had to kinda hike his knees to his tummy if he wants to be wrapped in it, but it's still his favorite

❤️ This blankie is his best friend and he will drag it everywhere (never actually draws it though, kinda just holds it in his arms or on his lap)

❤️ His favorite part of the blanket is how soft and fuzzy it is because he can just shove his fave in it and appreciate the textures

❤️ Gets absolutely destroyed when you have to wash it

❤️ No amount of explaining will help your case, he'll either sit by the washer going ‘🥺’ until it's done, or will steal your blankie because it smells like you

❤️ Cuddles and physical affection is a must, especially is Sento isn't around

❤️ ^ Even if Sento is around, he still wants (silently demands) cuddles

❤️ Favorite little nicknames are Kenny, Honey, Little Guy, and Baby

❤️ Although if you called him any nickname, he'll be all giggly and hide in your shoulder

❤️ I can also see him as a kitty regressor

❤️ Will paw at your leg and snuggle on your lap, demanding head scratchies

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

He's my baby, I love him. 🥺

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regressor #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mk kenshi #mk kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi #Regressor Kenshi #regressor kenshi takahashi #little kenshi #regressor kenshi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi x reader

[generic-sonic-fan]

OFFICE COFFEE DELIVERY

Summary: Rouge needs an extraction. When Omega is presented with a situation he can't shoot his way out of, it turns out he's more crafty than she thought.

644 words

Five minute break. The boss had finally stepped out of the room. Rouge put her head down on the table and rubbed her temples.

She jerked back upright, however, when she heard a familiar set of mechanical footsteps turning the corner of the hall outside. There was always plenty of warning with Omega around. She spun around in her seat to greet him.

"Hey, big boy, what's up?" She asked with a smile as he opened the door.

He entered with his right shoulder first, straightening once he was through the doorframe. To her surprise, in his enormous left hand was a tiny styrofoam cup. He handed it forth. The smell of coffee hit her nose.

"CAFFEINATED SUBSTANCE DELIVERED."

"Shadow tell you to do this?"

"NEGATIVE. YOUR CALENDAR FORECASTED YOUR EXTRANEOUS THREE-HOUR MEETING TODAY. I DETERMINED YOU WOULD NEED MY STRATEGIC BACKUP."

"Aww, thanks. I appreciate it." She took one of his claws in her hand.

There was a cough from the other end of the table. Another officer, something corporal adjacent, someone less useful than a paper bag full of air, looked up from his laptop and at Rouge.

"You've got the robot to deliver you coffee? Man, that's awesome. Could you get it to get me some coffee too? Two sugars, no cream."

Rouge looked back at Omega and smiled. Well, not really smiled, per se. More like parted her lips in a way that might indicate, don't maim him or we're both in trouble.

But to her surprise, Omega simply turned around and left the room. Her facade cracked for just a moment as she stared at the door. Not a single word? Not even a nonverbal threat?

"Sweet, thanks." Mr. Air-For-Brains said. "Man, this meeting is sure going on for a long time, huh?"

Because you wouldn't shut up about your new little proposal, Your Airiness, Rouge sniped back in her thoughts.

"When this meeting's over, want to go, I don't know, blow off some steam?" He winked.

Ugh. His wink was some droopy, twitchy motion, where is other eyelid closed halfway as well. He'd clearly never practiced in front of the mirror. Did he think it was effortless?

Before Rouge could snap and tell him to shove his head where the sun didn't shine, the boss came back, looking rather confused. He resumed his seat at the head of the table, and stared as Omega squeezed through the door after him.

"Oh, my coffee, thanks." Sir Winks-A-Lot held his hand out.

Omega's optics flashed. Rouge recognized the glint immediately, and scooted her chair out of the way.

In a testament to the targeting system of the Ultimate Robot, the largest splotch of coffee hit dead center on the guy's white button-up. The rest trailed behind, splashing all over his face. He howled and began scrubbing his face off with his sleeves. When those became soaked too with brown, he grabbed his suit jacket from off his chair.

"E-123 Omega!" The boss stood from his chair. "What is the meaning of this?"

Omega didn't look at him, instead continuing to stare at Mr. Coffeeshirt, before announcing, "YOUR COMMENTS TOWARD AGENT ROUGE HAVE BEEN RECORDED."

-And there was the coup de grace. A metaphorical execution so clean that Rouge would have applauded if she could.

"Agent Jenkins?" The boss said sternly.

"The robot burned me! It burned me, and I didn't say anything to her! I-"

"Agent Rouge, you're free to go. Jenkins, you and I are going to have a word."

Rouge slid out of her seat. Omega held the door for her before following her out.

"Thanks." She said once they were a few hallways away from the carnage. "A lot more subtle than your usual style, hmm?"

"I EMULATED THE MOST COMPETENT PERFORMER OF SUBTERFUGE I KNOW."

"So you can be taught." She grinned. "Who would have thought?"

#e-123 omega #e123 omega #rouge the bat #in which teammates tend to take notes from each other #Omega was thrilled to learn there was a way to burn people without getting in trouble for it! #I feel like every team dark fic writer has to write some office shenanigans for Omega at some point #here's mine!

[grismavessel]

Heyyyy Jules, it's been busy so I haven't been on Tumblr a lot so return art! Killer into for Axe killer Gris

You *rattles you like a maraca* I have ideas i have ideas to go with an axe killer gris hehehe

So what goes REALLY WELL with a crazy axe man? A crazy forest/wild man

I thought of, you know, the woodsman and the big bad wolf go hand in hand and are usually enemies, but what if they were lovers instead heheh and I also pictured that one princess Mononoke scene, Gris threatening to off Ingo and all Ingo could do is admire Gris.

So, thought process and au ramble time + art: (sorry I wrote a lot :3)

Gris is a crazy, deranged axe murder in this au (haven't come up with a name), they're in the forest and wilds and will terrorize any outsiders that come near them because they're very bitter about other people and wants their space.

So for Ingo, train man enthusiast, to fall for this villain, he'd also need to be chucked into a wood chipper and look extra ragged and hobo-ish with a dash more angst :3

I'd imagine this version of Ingo, 'Hunter' Ingo I'm calling him, would've had his head hit just a little harder when he gets eeby deebied. So on top of having no memories, the injury basically wipes his memory. Also he isn't found by any pearl clan members but by wild pokemon (I was thinking either Sneaslers or Zoroarks but I can't really decide what fits better), so Ingo creates new memories and thinks he's just a weird looking wild pokemon. He was always that and needs to rehabilitate himself so he can be a contributing member of the pack.

He does get separated from his pack one day and finds an abandoned camp with some various items such as a mirror and a broken festival mask. He sees the mirror and immediately recoils because he hasn't seen his face in months and had no memory of what it looked like. When he does see his reflection, he doesn't like it because he can feel something in the back of his mind wanting to come out and break free, long lost memory just itching to come out but it hurts his head. So he dawns the mask to prevent anymore bad feelings coming back.

He's in rough shape, he's stronger and faster but he's very reclusive and nonverbal.

They way Ingo and Gris would meet in this au would be just somewhere out in the wilds. Gris is hunting for food and spots Ingo, but they can't keep up with him. It isn't until Ingo pounces on Gris that they realize Ingo was the one hunting them. They scuffle and eventually Gris's mask falls off.

Ingo sees and has a tarzan moment where he realizes that he's not a pokemon and the reason why he feels so different than his pack was because he's actually human, and Gris is the first human he's seen since he woke up in the icelands.

The two go their seperate ways and retreat because neither one wants to be dinner.

They run into one another again and again, but hostility lessens each time. One because Gris sees that Ingo's very off, he's not civilized at all, and two Ingo wants to know more about being human and so far Gris is the closest one for miles.

The 'trying to kill each other for food' stops at some point and they forge a friendship. They hang out and exchange food. Gris would teach him manners and how to talk (I'd still think Ingo would be very quiet, but when he does speak it scares Gris half to death because of the seer volume he has).

At some point Ingo decides that he can no longer live with his pack and moves in with Gris. Together they form the local legend of the Axe Man and The Hunter.

Neither one is doing well (cough cough i would draw a proper aze murder gris n ingo but I'm not feeling blood atm (maybe for Halloween >:D)), but they fit comfort in one another still because they are in love and can be cute and deranged together because I said so <3<3<3

#dude I feel ya I've been working almost 30 hour work weeks and it's killing my drawing time #sorry if the ingo I drew isn't that close to your design it's just that my brain saw the little teef and it just went- #Wild animal Ingo would be cute with crazy forest gris #and my brain zoomed #this may or may not have given me a fic idea but saving it for later hehe #pokemon #pokemon fanart #submas #pokemon legends arceus #ingo #pokemon oc #pla #pokémon legends #pokemon legends ingo #warden ingo #pokemon au #oc x canon #digital art #rambles #au rambles #answering asks #woodsman gris would be unhinged #gris #grisingo

[tigergirltail]

Past Self

It's been on my mind a lot as part of my Trans Journey, what if I had an opportunity to tell my younger self everything? What if I could gift her that insight and understanding twenty years earlier?

---

The door opens, and a crowd of children of various ages starts to walk in. Looking around at the rest of the gathered adults, I try to gauge their reactions. Some seem excited, others seem to just barely be holding themselves together.

I suppose when you're given a real opportunity to speak with your actual past self, it's hard to know what to say.

Most of the others look like they've chosen their clothes and done their hair to look as familiar as possible to their younger selves. Not me, though. I decided early on that if I was going to do this, I was going to go all out. No more hiding who I am. I had on my favourite purple and black dress, a simple necklace I'd picked out from a thrift store months ago, some elegant shoes with inch-tall heels, black lace fingerless gloves, purple nailpolish, I'd even made sure to do my makeup and refresh my hair dye for the occasion. Full goth witch look. …I should have worn a witch hat.

Gods, I'm going to be fucking unrecognizable to myself.

The first wave of kids have already found their future selves and are heading off to side rooms and sitting areas with them. I take one last steadying breath and look. If I know me, I'll be trying to blend in somewhere near the back of the pack. Unobstructive, anonymous, boring, and safe.

There I am. Bland, plain-coloured clothes, dorky haircut, and the eyes. I'll never forget how empty and dead my eyes used to look. He's standing around, awkwardly looking at people, trying not to have an anxiety attack, probably about ten seconds until he does.

I wait a moment for the crowd around him to disperse, and then I start to approach. Remember, confident, but caring. Don't scare myself off.

"Hey, kiddo. You look a bit lost, are you okay?"

He looks up at me, and pauses. A little surge of awe lights up his eyes. Even at that age I loved the goth look, I just couldn't find it in me to admit it.

"Yeah, uh…" He's struggling to speak. Maybe I overdid it.

"Looking for your future self, right?", I offer.

"Yeah, don't I… Am I…"

I have to brace myself to keep from crying. Of course he thinks his future self is dead. I thought way too much about suicide back then. Gods, didn't anyone think something was WRONG with that??

"I'm sure you're around here somewhere.", I reassure me. "What's your name?"

He hesitates before he answers. I have to suppress the urge to cringe when I hear my deadname cross my own lips.

"That's a good name." It's true, it was a good name. It just wasn't MY name. "It's been a while since I heard it."

That response throws him off. Here we go, now or never. Brace for impact…

"My name's Alexis, and I'm your future self."

Younger me's brain just… stops. He starts looking around, sure that I'm playing a trick on him, but all the other 'futures' have already met up with their pasts. It's just us two left.

"…But you're…"

I smile. Technically, I'm breaking every single letter of the Trans Prime Directive, but none of the 'pasts' will remember this as anything more than a particularly vivid dream.

"Yes, I am. And so are you."

She's standing stock still, struggling to process this. I see her eyes widen, and a little bit of light creep into them. That spark of life trans people get when we awaken. It hit like a truck for me, it must be even harder for her.

"No, I can't… But… But that's impossible!"

I reach out and gently take her hand. "It's… a lot, I know. How about we sit down somewhere and I'll tell you everything?"

She nods. She's gone nonverbal, I can tell. I lead her over to one of the open sitting areas, sit down with her, and try to project an aura of calm. She's staring at me intently, but trying not to look like it. It looks like I'll be taking the lead here.

"So, to answer the obvious question, I'm you in another 25 years, and yes, we're a girl." She's still struggling to process what she's hearing, so I continue. "The way we always felt more comfortable with other girls than with boys… The way we'd always stare just a little too long at a nice dress… The way we'd play with our hair in the mirror and imagine getting it cut to look like Cardcaptor Sakura… All of that meant something, something much bigger."

She's blushing now, burying her face in her hands, trying desperately to stop existing. Gods, I just want to hug her, but there's no way she'll accept being touched right now.

"You aren't going to learn this word for a while yet, but we're transgender. It's something beautiful, and it's a normal part of the grand spectrum of human experiences. There are lots of us out there, even in your time, and you're going to love being one of them."

When I said the word 'beautiful', I saw her peek out from under her hands. She's crying. That's probably a good thing.

"What… What happened to your hair??", she manages to ask between sobs.

I twirl some of the purple strands around with my fingers. "It's my favourite colour!", I answer happily. "I can't remember if it's yours yet…"

She's stopped crying, stopped hiding in her hands, stopped pretending she's not staring. "No, I mean… It's long."

Oh. Right. I smile, and silently laugh a little. "Well… Getting our hair cut sucks, right? So in about five years, you just… stop. You let it grow." I run my hand through it. "It's the first time we ever really feel happy about how we look." I see another little spark in her eyes. She's letting herself imagine. Maybe this will change something after all.

"S-so why are we… Why am I… What was that word? Trans…"

"Transgender?"

She nods.

"Nobody really knows the whys and hows, but basically, you're a girl brain in a boy body."

"But you look so much like a girl!"

"There's medical treatments for it. They can't do everything, but they can do a lot. Most of the rest is just clothing, hair, voice… You know, presentation." She doesn't know, but it's the best explanation I have in me.

"…Needles?" She looks a little nauseous asking.

"…Yeah, sometimes. They need to check my blood to make sure the girl juice is flowing right."

She suddenly gets really quiet. Poor girl still has a debilitating fear of needles. I should change the topic.

"We also have a job! And a romantic partner!"

"…Really?" She sounds more skeptical than curious.

"Yeah! Let me tell you about them…"

We spend the rest of the time we have talking about the life ahead of her. Learning to make costumes… Going to conventions… Getting into tabletop RPGs, meeting new friends, falling in love… Moving out east to find herself… Going to a college she genuinely loves… And the morning she's lying in bed and has that moment of grand revelation - the moment she awakens. The more I tell her, the more there's something in her eyes and voice that wasn't there when she walked in. Hope. Even if this all seems like just a dream to her, that hope might just become real.

It feels too soon when the alarm goes off for the three-minute warning. A temporal connection like this isn't sustainable for much longer. We pick ourselves up and make our way to the exit to part ways. She stops short of the doorway.

"…Promise this is all for real?"

I step forward and pull my past self, the boy I used to pretend to be, into a tight hug.

"I promise, it's real. You're beautiful, and you're brilliant, and you're going to mean so much to so many people."

She buries her face in my shoulder and starts crying again.

"I love you, Alexis.", I tell her. "And I'm going to be there for you."

We pull apart right as the 60-second warning sounds. I watch her leave through the open doorway, but as she turns back, I see something on her face that I could never quite do when I was her.

She smiles.

And in the year of 2001, in a warm bedroom, a teenage girl wakes up crying happy tears, and she doesn't fully understand why.

#trans #transgender #short story #short fiction #suicide mention

[lostnfounder]

[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Jasper Rush, God of the Dead, Demon King.] 

R: Alright, I think it’s… yeah, it’s recording. Here. You take it. I’m driving. Huh- Oh, bye Chase! Yep. Okay. Ready?

J: I’ve never been in a car before, but sure. If lying down is fine to do in these. 

R: I- I was gonna say you can have shotgu- okay, and you’re crawling into the backseat. Alright. Let’s go.

[For a second any other sound is drowned out by my car starting, but I did catch Jasper startle from the sudden movement, tail hitting the door hard enough to make him wince before he seemed to ignore it or recover quickly from whatever pain might have happened.]

J: You forgot I have the inconvenience of a tail that makes seats my personal enemy. The wings would have potentially made it worse, what are these straps for?

R: Wha- Wait, yeah, the wings aren’t… what happened to the wings? Those are seatbelts, stop pulling them out that far, they’ll break.

J: You have torture straps in cars? Odd. Oh there’s the buckle thing, I see, it’s like a safety of some sort, like a less useful harness. 

R: Yeah. Uh. It’s to make sure you don’t go flying through the windshield if we crash, or something. Anyway, Are you ready? 

J: Yes, I am. And ah, my wings. Well... I suppose you could say that, I came to accept my bird being gone, and my letting go of the spirit as tight as I had been, let the last of it disperse. It... certainly hurt a great deal to do, but the weight is gone. 

R: Oh… That’s. It seems like a bit of a bittersweet thing, but. I’m glad you were able to move on, dude. 

J: Yeah... Maybe I can contact the ghost more reliably now, but I haven't tried yet. Maybe later. 

R: I have an ouija board in my closet somewhere if you need that, though, uh. I imagine demons have more effective methods of contacting the deceased.

J: Demons don’t, I do, it’s only really a power that the god of Death has. Demons would have no need to contact anyone dead. Uh, it’d take a lot more than a little... board thing... to summon a demon. Ghosts of dead people can't leave the afterlife once they’ve entered. I suppose a ghost who got lost and stayed on Earth would be able to, but not well unless it wasn't the first time ever interacting with one. 

[The audio gets a bit funky for a few seconds because he used the recorder to tap his chin as he thought. It was unpleasant to listen to on the play back.]

R: Ah. That… would explain why none of my seances have ever worked. Damn.

J: Sorry to disappoint, I’m sure you had a great deal of curiosity for some ghosts. I noticed when I arrived you seemed... like someone hiding in a blanket for some reason. What prompted such a response?

R: … Ah. Uhm. I just haven’t had a good week. Saw a… Nevermind. What, uh, kind of shops do you think you want to go to? 

J: Just... a store, generally? Food and things, whatever place might have a nice basket thing for food, and something softer then a picnic blanket. I doubt those are comfortable on a hard surface. Are there not stores that have everything?

R: Oh. Yeah. I guess there are. Sorry. I’m… a bit brain fogged.

J: Hmm, did you hear the sirens in the forest a few days before? They were quite loud, I imagine very close they could contribute to such.

[Nonverbal input registered: A quiet scrunching sound, almost like someone is tightening their hands on a steering wheel.] 

R: Yeah. That’s… That’s why. I couldn’t sleep, that night. Because of the sirens and for no other reasons. 

[The silence is replaced with a curious hum I hadn't heard at the time from Jasper]

J: You were in the woods, weren’t you? Were you doing your investigating research thing, and ran something that scared you? Like a bear, or maybe my friend Argus?

R: No, no, it- it wasn’t alive, man, stop asking.

[Silence for a bit, with some grumbling from Jasper, but he doesn't say anything more about it]

R: Uhm. We’re almost there. You wanna go to… Walgreens? They might have picnic baskets.

J: I suppose, I don’t know anywhere that’s better currently. Do you want me to take this in with us when we arrive, or return it to you?

R: To be honest I’m not sure they’ll let me record in there. I, uh. Don’t exactly have the best track record with… the staff here. Uh. Long story short one time I was convinced one of the patrons was actually a vampire. So. They kinda keep more of an eye on me.

[Laughter from Jasper]

J: What caused you to believe so, don’t tell me it was due to something about sunlight, or garlic?

R: I. I don’t know, to be honest. That was back when I was more into vampire conspiracy than demons, so. I guess any remotely alt-dressing person would be on my suspicion list. 

[He looked obviously amused, grinning as he chuckled]

J: Hmm, so I suppose you know what a proper vampire is now then yes? Well, sort of, anyway. I always thought it was funny, the whole stake to the heart thing. That kills anyone, it isn’t special to vampires. Not that it’d kill a vampire, when they are already dead and don't have beating hearts. 

R: Yeah, I always kinda figured that was bullshit. Same with the silver bullet thing… Wait, shit, is the garlic thing true?

J: If the vampire were allergic, perhaps. Or had a silver allergy. 

R: Huh. Maybe they think that because one guy killed a vampire that just happened to have a garlic allergy. … Ah, there’s the Walgreens.

J: Oh good, it does look big, like something that would sell quite a lot of things. How do I turn this thing off?

R: Uh, you should just be able to press the red button in the mid-

[Transcript end.]

{Final notes: Immediately after he pressed it, he commented that usually, for him, a red button would set off explosives, and he was seemingly relieved that I didn't have an active bomb just… on me that was in danger of exploding. Which is… odd. I don’t know who he’d be around that has that much immediate access to dynamite.}

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse #encoreverse blog

[queerkuro]

bestie hello i just saw the trans arankita post (which is so absolutely correct in every possible way) and. i am here for the autistic hcs pls tell us them

el!!!! i can go on for so long about this too

so i'm not writing a novel tonight, i'll just do some of my favorite hcs. it'll probably be all over the place lmao

should i clarify that i'm autistic before i start

characters i don't have to explain: kageyama. ushijima. aone. i don't have to explain bokuto but i love him so...

bokuto: emotional dysregulation anyone? hiding in small spaces? being upset about shit that doesn't make sense to other people? come on y'all. volleyball is obviously his special interest (like many other hq characters...) i think he also gets sensory overloads, like lights, sounds, textures, etc. being too much

kita: that bitch is autistic. just look at him. kita has so many routines. everything has a certain order it should go in. everything has a place it should be. he's generally very calm and it takes a LOT happening for him to get overstimulated. he's also so confused by social interactions all the time and has a hard time identifying his emotions. aran is his neurotypical and emotions interpreter

akaashi: is it projection? stfu. maybe. anyway. have y'all seen his interactions with people? have you seen how analytical he is? it's the autism. he's very aware of other people and makes sure he's following societal rules that he's taught himself. he can get overstimulated easily because he's super anxious. he has a lot of food sensitivities in the sense of like of like his food might suddenly taste Not Right and he can't eat it anymore. he also has trouble recognizing hunger and thirst cues. sh tw - i think if he has a really bad meltdown he tends to hit himself no i'm not projecting leave me alone

kuroo: hear me out on this one! kuroo is really "manipulative" and good at socializing because he's really fucking good at mimicking and masking. how shy he was when he was a kid? that was just autism. and his special interest was volleyball! but as he got older he got really fucking good at masking. but with that, he ends up draining himself a lot because he never stops masking. he never gives himself breaks and will run himself into the ground. i think he'll also go nonverbal sometimes, kinda like back when he was a kid, but it's in the "words hurt to come out" kinda way

kenma: i really don't need to explain him either, you all know why. but i'll give some of my hcs. kenma will ignore hunger and thirst cues. he knows he should drink/eat, but will not take care of it sometimes. i think he can get very overstimulated and sensory overload, especially when socializing

the twins: i'm gonna lump them together, sorry lmao. i think they're both autistic and share a lot of similar traits like emotional dysregulation to a certain extent, being oblivious to social cues, overstimulation (but in different ways). they both like routine but again in different ways, atsumu likes daily routines in the sense of things have an order they go in, things happen at a certain time. osamu likes routines in things staying the same. he doesn't like change that he's not prepared for. (when sakuatsu start dating, he hates kiyoomi for a while because it's something different with his most important person) i think it took a lot longer for them to realize osamu was also autistic because he spent a lot of time accommodating atsumu. atsumu would be a lot more vocal (aka loudly upset/having meltdowns) over shit that bothered him, but osamu wasn't as noticeable. but! osamu does also have meltdowns, they just look different. osamu's meltdowns look like blind anger, and once atsumu realizes that, he doesn't always respond to osamu's anger with violence

i have other hcs and there are other characters that i think are autistic, but here's some of my favorites!

#thank you for asking 🥺 #i really could go on for so so long #i have...so many thoughts #asks #hq #hq hcs #kita #bokuto #akaashi #kuroo #kenma #osamu #atsumu #miya twins #wtf jordan #i'm on mobile so i can't put it under the cut this time sorry everyone

[fizzingwizard]

I can hear the fireworks going off at the Tenjin matsuri. Thought about going but knew it would be hot, huge, and crowded, and anyway already planning to go to a smaller festival in a couple weeks.

Glad I didn't plan to because i absolutely would have backed out. I'm next level exhausted. Got weird muscle pain that I can't describe. I know I pulled something in my shoulder, but there's also head to toe soreness more like being sick than anything else. Not really any other symptoms except some vertigo earlier so we'll see.

Lots and lots and lots of teachers out sick and it's the first time this year I've seen my boss look panicked trying to figure out how we're going to meet teacher studio ratios. We did it, but mostly thanks to the unpredictability of student absences. I was asked to work overtime again. I've been making sure to take my breaks today and yesterday because I can feel how exhausted I am even though when I'm running around I usually don't notice it till I have a chance to sit. Also I'm done with those evaluations, although I still have a lot to do before the end of August.

Yesterday it was just me and my new young coteacher all day. The kids were difficult in the morning, but lovely after lunch. Today was the opposite. It was me and my experienced coteacher, plus a sub, and the kids weren't just lovely, they were amaaaazing in the morning. I have three kids who are behind the rest of the class: not understanding the daily routine, freaking out over minor transitions, running in circles non-stop, kicking, shrieking... that sort of stuff. During lessons one of them can sit and the other two usually can't. Every year we have kids like this and every year I wish we had training and support to care for them better.

But we do our best, and today, for the very first time ever, two of those kids not only sat through the entire lesson, but they actively participated. They only recently started to be verbal, and today they were talking and answering so clearly. One has never understood attendance. When I call their names, the kids raise their hands and say "I'm here." This student always runs up to me. Every day for four months, no amount of encouragement and modeling and watching other kids and even hand-holding has convinced her to do anything except run to me when I call her name. But today, she did it. Not only did she raise her hand, but she said "I'm here" perfectly. I was floored. Honestly could have cried.

And on top of that, a second kid, who has been probably my most difficult this year, was also able to do attendance very well today. It's not the first time for him, but he generally refuses, and today not only did he do it well, but he joined in every activity without any help, and spoke on his own without needing me to guide him through the words. I have been feeling across the board that my kids' bonds with me have been getting stronger, which is typical after being together a few months. But even though I'm not new to teaching ECE, I tend to forget at the start of a new year with new kids just how long it can take for all the kids to feel comfortable and start coming out of their shells. The majority of kids are fine from the start, so it's easy to be worried about what I'm doing wrong when the handful who struggle seem to keep struggling for months. It's especially challenging since they tend to be nonverbal, and even when they can talk, are just too young to know how to describe what they're feeling. Now we've been through a full quarter together and my kids are seeking me out first when they're upset, and also when they just want to have fun. They're recognizing me as the person who helps them with their problems, not just some buzz kill who doesn't let them hit each other with toys :P It's a big pick-me-up tbh, especially after last week's tantrum. And I felt that the tantrum student became closer with me after going through the tantrum and its aftermath as well. One of the very rewarding parts of teaching this age. I get a lot of stress and want to cry a lot, but when kids start to hit those goals and are happy and enjoying themselves, as well as enjoying their teachers, I remember why I still don't really want to do anything else.

And a bit of silliness to end: Before going home with her parents today, one of my kids came over and showed me her finger, where she'd put a toy like a ring. I admired it, but figured out she actually wanted me to remove the toy. So I tried... and it wouldn't come off x'D poor thing was starting to get upset. I didn't want to yank too hard and hurt her! I can't believe how tight she got it on her finger. But I did manage to get off without needing to find the pliers, lol, and she went home happy. I would ask why she put it on her finger in the first place but I know the answer was "she's three years old, it fit her finger, therefore on her finger it goes" XD

#fizz's life #work

[bear-of-varley]

I need to rant about my cousin and his daughter who has Autism. Like. Rant, rant.

I'm currently seething in my bed right now because my aunt told my mom over the phone that her granddaughter's most recent visit to the doctor had the doctor telling her parents that her autism would go away by age 6 and she'd be normal by then.

I don't fucking know why they can't accept they she has autism. They just ignore her and don't do anything for her development and I know I shouldn't be wasting my breath because exactly five years in July when bitchface revealed she was pregnant I said "god help that child" because they are terrible people and I hate that I was fucking right.

Like these people are so fucking narcissistic and self centered that they will accept anything that shows that this poor girl doesn't have a disability even though she can't talk. Can't read. Can't count. Can't understand what people say, only parroting a word or two. Can't draw. Can't identify objects. She hasn't hit a single milestone expected of a child her age and is far, far behind. The only thing she can do is dance. Her parents won't do floor time with her because God forbid her mom's nails break and her dad is probably playing fifa when he's not doing his jobs.

I'm not allowed to bring up the disability because I'll get yelled at by him even though I literally have a master's degree in this topic like fuck everyone but fuck that doctor especially if he actually said that because I want to throw hands so badly. There is no cure for autism and the ONLY way to help her is to accept the disability and create a plan. I'm seriously concerned that she is minimally verbal to the point of being actually nonverbal.

Like seriously, fuck everyone in this situation. I hate them all. The only innocent person is the child and her sister I guess ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (sister is also academically delayed because her mom never put her in school until she was like 8 or 9). The ONLY silver lining in this situation is that she does go to a specialized school and is getting her supports and forming connections with her teachers and peers better than her family can.

#hi yes I am mad and I need to vent #and on disability pride month #I want to backhand everyone #my mom is right that if this were the US she'd be taken away on the basis of child neglect #child neglect #I'm related to a fucking idiot #I grew up with this man like he just lives in his own reality #5 years ago he broke up with his ex for this witch who immediately was pregnant #it's extremely sus since the timing was kind of suspect and we believe that she might be his daughter but whatever #the ex was a sweet girl who I think was too young for him but that was her choice but anyway the breakup fucked her up so bad #that once she found out the other woman was pregnant she immediately was like I'll do it too #she's actually a pretty decent mom thankfully and her son is doing great #he is the worst #I'd elaborate but I know I shouldn't #if I hadn't maxed out my program I'd vent to them

[ectoplasmjelly]

Gachi Oc

Rynet my baby

I don't have a last name for her yet

Have some random hcs while I act like I didn't drop of the face of the earth for a month

Rynet literally cannot be left unattended in thrift stores or flea markets. Zanka and Rynet have a side arc where an event comes around town that's basically a huge annual flea market and is amazing for Rynet because she can find all sorts of fabric and materials for cheap. She gets carried away and easily excited about it though and might get scammed or kidnapped since she's so distracted, so she has to be supervised during the event, lol. She takes Zanka because he's rich and also will bail her out if she gets into deep shit

Rynet takes pretty good care of her hair and likes experimenting with styles, but doesn't let Riyou mess with it just to spite her

Rynet gives Ghibli style hugs. Just straight up tackles people.

Her tongue is forked for backstory reasons but half of the Cleaners don't actually know that

Rynet is particular about sweets but would murder for anything strawberry flavored. Enjoys cold desserts but doesn't like biting into them because her teef are sensitive

She bites as a form of affection. It's light and barely leaves an imprint, she just does it as a nonverbal 'ily :>'

Rynet enjoys sharing food with someone but also dislikes eating in front of people

When Zanka gets badly hurt, Rynet blames herself for not being there for him when he was there for her (At the time of the mission she was still recovering from her main story arc- she had lots and lots of broken bones and torn tissue. She also kept ripping her stitches by moving when she wasn't supposed to and not giving herself proper rest. Girly cannot sit still, she was itchin' to get back to it) and so she doesn't visit him at first out of guilt. She ends up missing him too bad and feeling so bad about it that she visits him at night (past visiting hours so she technically breaks in) and she apologizes for not being there (while he's asleep, she can't face him while he's awake). She also had overheard Rudo talking about the artificial flowers, and she ended up making fabric flowers for him out of scrap fabric. She talks a bit about how rare it is for her to open up and how she feels like she needs to get stronger so she can be the one to bail him out. She reaches for his hand but decides against it since she doesn't wanna touch him while he's asleep and heads for the window to leave. Her one leg is over the sill when she hears something.

"Where are you goin'?"

Rynet falls out the fucking window.

She's okay!! She caught herself with one of her needles from her jinki and Zanka helped pull her back up.

"You rich prick!! You didn't say anything- how long were you awake for?!" She practically hisses at him, hitting his shoulder as she gets him back to his bed.

"Calm down, quiet, I heard ya-" He gets back in bed and Rynet sits next to him, leaning her head against the wall as she plays with his hand. She's evidently still annoyed with him but willing to let it go.

Zanka talks a bit about how she doesn't to worry about him and Rynet in a moment of honesty tells him that if he's gonna pull risky shit that she's going to have to worry. She clears her throat and adds on that she'll get tired of mending his clothes if he keeps fucking them up.

Zanka goes quiet. He notices the small delicate bones of her hand and the little ring of thread around her middle finger. He absentmindedly slides it off and tries to fit it on his own finger, but he only gets it down to the second knuckle. Rynet snorts and takes the ring back, putting it back on. She playfully blows the hair out of his face to see his nose scrunch. He scowls at her and she sticks her forked tongue out at him.

After a while, both of them have nodded off, with Rynet going first. She had been working overtime even more than usual since she was backed up after being on bedrest. Zanka followed shortly after.

(If phones or cameras exist, Enjin def took a picture.)

Any, that's off of the top of my dome

I realized that I can just ramble about whatever I want and no one can stop me so expect more of these :>

#rynet #zanka nijik #gachiakuta oc #gachiakuta #gachiakuta zanka #gachi oc

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 6 ~ Painkillers|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Use of Medications as Drugs

- Mentions of Past Overdoses

- Swearing

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I stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror as if it personally attacked me.

It basically was. It showed me how horrible I looked. It was a painful reminder of how badly I let myself go.

I pulled the mirror to find all the medications sitting on a shelf behind it.

I grabbed the bottle with my medication. They were supposed to be for when I was experiencing chronic pain, but sometimes I liked to just take them.

They made me kinda drowsy, which was exactly what I wanted to feel. I didn't want to think about anything, worry about anything,, I just wanted to feel nothing and relax.

I shut the mirror cabinet and left the bathroom to head back to my room.

I entered the room and jumped a bit when I saw Kaiden sitting there on the bed, arms crossed.

"What are you doing." I ask as he stands up.

"I could be asking you the same thing." He sighed.

He eyed me up and down, and his gaze settled on my hand that held the meds.

"You're in pain?" He asks as he looks back up at me.

I stumble over my words. "Yeah- I mean.. Kinda- uh.."

He stares at me. "Give me them."

I hesitate. "Uh-"

He gets closer. "Now."

I hand them over. So much for relaxing.

His serious tone doesn't go away. "How long have you been taking these?"

I wrap my arms around myself. "I don't know.." I mumble.

He grabs my arms. I flinch and my head whips to the side, expecting the worst.

He takes a deep breath. "Karyme.. I'm not going to hit you."

I don't dare look back at him.

"Look at me, please."

I small whimper escapes my lips and he pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that.. It's just- I'm worried about you." He explains.

I bury my head in his shoulder. He holds me tighter.

"Let's sit and talk, yeah. I promise I'm not mad." He says.

I shake my head yes, yet my minds screams no.

He let's go of me and we sit on the bed. My nails dig into my skin and my body shakes.

Great. First I go nonverbal and now I'm anxious.

Just great.

Kaiden grabs my hands and holds them.

"Look.. we- you can't do things like this." He starts.

"I don't know what you're feeling but this.. this isn't how you solve things.."

He squeezes my hands tight.

"Fuck.. I-I can't lose you again.. I don't want to see you ever lying in a damn hospital bed ever again!" His voice breaks.

I look at him, tears forming in my own eyes. I can't keep doing this to him. All I do is hurt him further.

All my issues are like spikes, digging into his skin everytime he holds me.

I pull my hands away from his.

I suddenly feel the urge to get away. Get away from him. I have to get away-

"-baby?"

I look at Kaiden. His hands cup my face.

"I love you." He says, and the dam breaks.

I hug him tightly as my body shakes with sobs.

"We're gonna get you help, ok? You'll make it through this." He says.

'Help..' I think.

Help sounds like hope.

Hope that I'll be ok.

I don't ever want to see him like that again.

Broken.

Hurting.

And if for that to stop I have to get help, then that's what I'll do.

I'll fight this battle, even if it means I have to go though hell to win.

#whump #whumpril #whump writing #day 6 done!!! #im sure yall are tired of these same 2 characters but they are my comfort characters + my comfort ship so get used to them #this hurt to write the angst almost made me cry #these people really need to go to couples therapy #like the type of therapy that tweek and craig from sp went to in tfbw

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GMM Pillars Acting Ranked (as of 1/1/2022)

Rankings based on BL work only. Only including established pillars and the newest generation who are the lead couples in their own shows.

7) BrightWin: Don't think there's much to say here. They are by far the weakest acting pair on this list. Bright is Bright and Win has that new-actor smell on him still. While both were better in Still 2gether, I find both lacking in multiple major areas--too many to rate them above pillar #6.

6) PondPhuwin: Pond is, at best, as good as Bright, and Phuwin is, at worst, marginally better than Win. That said, PondPhuwin has the biggest growth potential of any pillar on the list. Phuwin is the standout of course, and on his good days, I feel like he's better than either actor in pillar #4. And with their new drama, Never Let Me Go, I can already tell Pond's improved a bit and Phuwin is even significantly better than he was in Fish.

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5) TayNew: Currently (that is, Never Let Me Go notwithstanding), TayNew is a huge step up from PondPhuwin. While I don't find either to be individually better than Phuwin, both are probably just as good (with Tay having the edge over New for range). Of course, both are worlds more proficient than Pond (which, no shade to Pond, this mostly comes with experience). Still, I find New to be lacking in a couple key areas. He's best when he's replicating love and playing himself, but everything else is usually too exaggerated. And because of Tay's good work alongside other partners (see: 3 Will Be Free), this further leads me to believe that a combination of lack of experience at the time of their series and New's hit-or-miss acting is what brings these two slightly below pillar #4.

4) EarthMix: Wouldn't consider these two significantly 'better' than TayNew currently, just different. Mix, I believe, is individually better than each of Tay and New but Earth is at least marginally worse than either of Tay or New. As a result, it's a close call between the two, with EarthMix edging out TayNew based on potential (see the Moonlight Chicken trailer to understand what I mean). What's more is that I find these two have the biggest upside of any of the pillars. This might be controversial given the current OhmNanon craze but EarthMix's role selection (and continuance as a pillar) tells me that they're wanting to really challenge themselves and break BL molds of what it means to be a 'good' actor.

3) KristSingto: Both individually better than either Earth or Mix. While I find Singto's dialogue delivery to be a bit awkward at times, he makes up for it with decent nonverbals. But what really makes this pairing stand out is Krist. I don't know that I've seen a panicked gay played so well as he did with Arthit in SOTUS. In fact, a lot of times I find Krist better than even some of the actors in the pillars ranked ahead. However, I have a really hard time ranking this pillar ahead of the Top 2 b/c I can't really connect with Singto's characters.

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2) OhmNanon: I'm just gonna say it--Ohm is so incredibly inconsistent for me. At worst, he's on the level of Singto, but at best, I'd argue he rivals the other 3 actors up here. He's sooooo good at deep, slow, yearning love and incredible at sad emotions. But he loses me during comedic moments. It's just his delivery isn't always appropriate and it can make those moments feel forced. That said, he's never worse than Singto for me. Nanon on the other hand... I don't know if I even need to say much. While Nanon has his areas he could work on, his good far outweighs his weaknesses. And, ironically, despite his most notable (non-BL) roles playing angry characters, I find anger/hatred/vengefulness doesn't suit him as well as sadness, happiness, comedy, and romance. That said, these two have the second most upside of any other pillar.

1) OffGun: I have to be honest here--I found OffGun's acting prowess inconsistent whenever they played Pick and Rome versus when they played Khai and Third (or now, Sean and White/Black). Particularly with Off, he's more 'meh' than 'hit' and his misses work to rank him below Singto and sometimes even Mix. But what stands out to me about Off is that despite his established place in GMM and the industry generally, he's constantly growing beside Gun. It started with his believable portrayal of Khai in Theory of Love and has blossomed into this (so far) quite compelling portrayal of Sean in Not Me. And the [controversial] fact is, Off's best BL acting is better than everyone else's best BL acting outside of Nanon and Gun. With such a high peak and potential for even the worst actor in this pair, I feel comfortable placing OffGun above OhmNanon.

Now Gun ATP on the other hand...What hasn't been said about this man? Gun is a masterclass in acting and has only improved over the years. While he's always been good with the sort of in-your-face teary-eyed sadness of a character like Third, in Not Me, he's showing the type of nuance tragic characters need. Through his BL roles, Gun has proven he can pretty much do anything with the best of them. And while I find Nanon's strongest acting to rival Gun's acting generally, it's at best, too close to call, and, at worst, not as dynamic, subtle, and believable as the practiced Gun. This is not a knock to Nanon of course--just that one scene of Nanon's BL work really isn't enough for me to crown him superior over Gun's incredible body of work. Especially considering that, while Nanon is incredibly expressive, he often lacks subtlety--an area Gun excels in. If you want to understand what I mean, look at Gun's microexpressions in scenes w/White's father in Not Me versus anything we've seen from Nanon in Bad Buddy. That said, I don't want to completely blame Nanon here because obviously the script of Not Me (including tone, dialogue, and actual plot) calls for a much less exaggerated form of acting than a slightly angtsy romcom like Bad Buddy. But still, even in the muted, angstsy scenes, Nanon's work doesn't trump Gun's for me.

#gmm pillars #brightwin pondphuwin #taynew earthmix kristsingto #ohmnanon offgun #2gether fish upon the sky never let me go kiss me again dark blue kiss a tale of a thousand stars sotus bad buddy theory of love not me