#so I’m gonna try to figure out whether I can trust that or not

[nayatarot777]

how does your family view you? • pick-a-card

*please remember that this is your family’s perception of you. it might not be how you perceive yourself.

• pile one •

overall, i see a very positive and empowering perception that your family has of you.

first of all, they know that you’re intuitive af. clairvoyant specifically. you can see through situations and people clearly. aspects of things that they themselves perhaps miss. they feel like you can’t be lied to or tricked, so for a lot of you, your family doesn’t worry about you being naive within your friendships, relationships, and life in general. you’re not easily fooled.

there’s something about your anger too. they might see you rebuild yourself after experiencing destruction in your life - especially if someone has betrayed you or fucked you over. it seems as though you use that anger to rebirth yourself into a more “upgraded” version of yourself. you learn lessons quickly and seem to not make the same mistakes again. and thanks to your increase in awareness after these tower moments, these newfound experiences are added to your internal library of knowledge for your intuition to pick up on if similar people or situations are presented to you yet again.

you know your own power, so your family sees you as the person who dares to possess dreams and aspirations for yourself that not many others in your family would have the courage to put trust into achieving. and they know that your rebirths are motivated by what you see for yourself and your life in the future. they feel like you have a very good self esteem - or at least a high level of trust in yourself and your abilities. they feel as though you have a figurative crown on your head. if your parents are very successful people (whether that’s due to their career, building their lives from little to nothing - especially if they’re immigrants and worked hard to build the life that they have) then they believe that you’re someone who will continue on their legacy of success in your own way. i’m hearing that they don’t worry about where you’re gonna end up in life because the trust in yourself puts trust in them that you’ll build a legacy of your own.

they also see you as very head-strong. someone who controls and leads your life in whatever way you want to. you don’t seem to take no for an answer, nor pause your journey in the face of obstacles. there’s a lot of drive that you have when it comes to determining what your world looks like according to your vision. there’s something untameable about you. almost like you don’t listen to anyone. you trust that you know what’s best for you so you’re the ruler of your own kingdom with your clear vision.

despite all of your seemingly extravagant or unconventional dreams, your family believes that you’re extremely grounded in reality. you have a great balance of living within your internal world as well as the physical world. in stressful moments of life, you can balance out your emotions and view things practically. you have a good head on your shoulders and you listen to what comes from your heart space. what you actually feel in all of its authenticity and honesty.

your family also believes that you’re extremely body confident. whether this is because you take care of your body through exercise and eating well, or because you dress however the fuck you want to. the way that you dress could be a style that shows off your body for a lot of you. your family sees your self love and your self worth through this.

significant numbers: 12, 13, 28, 24, 15, 21

astrological placements/aspects: pisces/neptune, scorpio/pluto, aries/mars, taurus/venus

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• pile two •

your family views you as someone who has already undergone or who is undergoing some type of powerful personal growth within yourself. this could be related to listening to yourself and your own intuition. your family may feel like you feel as though you can’t trust them, despite trying to for so long. but for some of you, they can tell that you’ve finally decided to listen to yourself and see them for who they truly are. they can see sadness in your eyes or in your face whenever they look at you. there’s a feeling of betrayal here - from them towards you - that they recognise.

they view you as someone who feels detached from them. they could try to show you love but they can tell that you feel uncomfortable whenever they do. they’d describe the familial “love” between you and them as strange or unfamiliar to you. this “love” could’ve come after they realised that you were growing more distant from them as a last attempt at keeping you close to them. but again, they know that you know the truth about them and so the feeling of awkwardness during these attempts at trying to show affection towards you is mutually felt. they feel like you don’t want their love. like you’d rather just be left alone by them. these family members may be very energetically draining and this is how you protect your energy from them. and there’s also a feeling of this love being forced. not genuine. it’s fake or forced out of them for a lot of you and you can see that.

they might also be aware of some body image issues that you have. or this might just be their perception of you - especially if you have any body modifications like tattoos and piercings that they don’t approve of. they view this as “mutilation” of your body. i’m also seeing them view you as someone who’s very protective over your body with the clothing that you wear. based on the way that you completely cover up or your oversized clothing. so if you do have any body image issues, they might’ve picked up on them based on that observation. at least you dress like this around them. you might be uncomfortable wearing certain things around your family because they always have some comments to make about your body. but i am sensing some shame about your body for some of you. i’m seeing that for a lot of you, your family feels like you don’t treat your body like a temple. if these are the same people who’d make negative, nitpicking comments about your body then idk wtf they expect. that might’ve been their goal tbh (for those of you with malignant ass, jealous ass family members who want you to feel like shit about the way that you look).

for others of you, it’s the opposite and your family feels like you dress “too revealingly” in public or maybe online in your social media posts. for a minority of you, your family knows about your online sex work (or this is an assumption that they’ve made about you). but for some of you, there’s something about your family feeling like you’re too naked in the public eye. this could also be metaphorical, meaning that your family may feel like you’re well-known by people but i don’t get a good energy from this (from their perspective anyway). they may feel like you’re known for something that’s not a positive thing to be known for. or like you’re just vulnerable in the public eye.

they view you as someone who takes the time to take steps forward in your life. and they may feel like you’re waiting on divine timing to make moves in your life. but some of your family members view this as you just being lost and “behind” in life in some way. like your head is just up in the clouds and like you don’t really know where you’re headed in life. they don’t understand moving forward when you feel like you should be moving.

they know that you have a lot of childhood trauma to unpack. and they feel like your heart is blocked or locked because of it. for some of you, your family would like to figure out how to unlock it but i feel like they feel as though there’s not much that they can do. you may have been a very angry child, and i feel like you’re not necessarily an angry person now but your family can tell that you’re suppressing a lot. and that in order to unlock your heart (your feelings), you’re going to have to let out a lot of anger and resentment first.

significant numbers: 41, 27, 2, 18, 24, 35

astrological placements/aspects: chiron, venus in scorpio/8th house, venus conjunct chiron (particularly in the 4th house/conjunct the ic), taurus, lilith in taurus/2nd house, aquarius/uranus, lilith in 11th house/aquarius, pisces/neptune, mercury in pisces, chiron in 4th house, chiron in 5th house, aries/mars in 5th house, sun in aries, pluto in 1st house, scorpio rising, chiron in aries, chiron aspect mars (mainly conjunct)

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• pile three •

your family view you as someone who prefers to be alone. even if you know that there are people around you who love and care for you, you still prefer to be by yourself. and some of them can tell that it’s because you only feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with yourself.

they also might view you as quite messy too, whether this is your bedroom or your home in general. but there’s a lack of energy that they witness you having that’s the root cause of this.

despite all of this, they view you as someone who’s very accepting of your solitude that you use for the sake of finding peace. you could be very meditative or very peaceful by yourself within your own energy. and they feel as though, whenever they bother you in your alone time, you become very defensive and repel them. some of you may struggle with depression, but it’s not depression that you want help with. not from them at least.

this energy is vastly different to how they viewed you before. maybe compared to when you were a child. because there was some type of sudden shift in your energy towards them that resulted in you being very isolated and repellent towards them.

they either feel like they don’t know you after this shift or they feel like you don’t really know yourself. someone in your family in particular feels like you’re forgetting who you are who where you came from. maybe even who you came from. they feel like you wear a mask around them. as if there’s always a detachment between you and them. kind of similar to pile two.

i’m getting a lot of “black sheep” energy from you guys. like your family just doesn’t understand you but they know that you’re not really interested in being involved with family gatherings or interactions. if you believe that they do know that you know who you are very well, they view you as someone who hides who you truly are from them. and if you’ve always been singled out or you’ve just always felt different to everyone around you then it makes sense.

they view you as someone who’s at peace with yourself though. just not at peace when being around them. this could make them deeply sad and upset as there’s an energy of them not being able to quite pinpoint why this is the way it is. unlike in pile two. pile two’s family we’re outwardly toxic. but for you guys, i feel like your family just don’t understand you. maybe they never really tried to make an effort to. but whatever the culprit of the reasons behind your familial connections, there are a lot of unknown things that your family feels like they don’t know or understand about you.

significant numbers: 17, 9, 17, 6, 22, 10 - look up the angel number 1717 for an extra message

astrological placements/aspects: pisces, leo, pluto in 5th house, (heavy) scorpio, lilith in 4th house, pluto in 4th house, strong sun-pluto aspects, connection between cancer + scorpio/pluto placements

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[spadesolace]

the experiment : college student! sana x fem! reader x miyeon

being a part of an experiment was not on your college bingo, let alone you didn't even give your consent for it. so, why not conduct your own?

part 1: lab rat/ test monkey

sana knows she fucked up.

seeing the bouquet with her name on the card with a very familiar handwriting. it made her feel sick, her face turned pale as she looked at the end of the hallway with your disappearing figure.

it had been a month since you ghosted sana and miyeon. your own best friend had to be a part of the whole experiment, completely aware of your heart being played just for it to be an experiment. ironic, how you were called lab rat one, as if you were already on her list of people she’ll play with.

blocking them on all socials had been the best decision you ever made. sure, sana and miyeon can’t message you or reach out to explain but what is there to say when you heard their entire conversation. biology majors taking the entire experiment on a different level.

everything you do has been a bit sloppy, sana was genuinely the first girl you really liked and it sucked that you’re left with the idea of being a lab rat. miyeon is the only one that has done her best to contact you, try to have a civil conversation but as someone who is avoidant, you keep running away.

“y/n, miyeon is outside waiting for you.” bangchan looked at you with concern as your eyes looked at the door. shit. shit. shit.

“tell her i’m busy.”

“too late, i let her in.” mingyu walked past you with miyeon behind him, you can’t run away. you’re in the middle of an experiment that needs your attention, almost done with it even but you won’t let miyeon know.

“can we talk?”

“what’s there to talk about miyeon.” from your peripheral vision, you could see the pain in her eyes, she even looked worse than you. bags under her eyes, lack of energy in her movement, slouched figure, fidgeting hands, and teary eyes. one wrong word from you could lead to her breaking down entirely, but she’s the one who knew of what sana was planning.

“why are you avoiding me?” maybe it was a bit harsh to avoid miyeon as well without her knowing. although miyeon was the one that introduced sana to you, and she knows about the experiment. 

“choi miyeon, i’m in the middle of something right now.”

“what? are you gonna avoid me again like the plague? like i’m a disease that could kill you?”

“i’m in the middle of an experiment. not the one you and sana fucking planned.”

that was all the confirmation miyeon needed that you know. everything makes sense to her now, their conversation, sana avoiding her as well and making her way to talk to you at any given chance. she fucked up, she broke your trust, and she’s left with nothing as your figure walked away continuing your experiment.

after that, miyeon still waited for you to finish your experiment. walking out of the lab with your backpack and lab coat on hand. it was a bit harsh of you to not talk to the girl without her knowing what had happened, assuming right away that sana probably told her. so, you let miyeon follow you into your new favorite spot, away from the pair but still nearby, you have to thank mingyu for the recommendation.

miyeon had not spoken until you arrived at the cafe, letting her sit down at your usual spot and ordering for you two. she’s still your best friend and maybe this could be a way for you to settle things first before you decide whether to end your friendship. first and foremost, she’s your friend before anything else, it was just sudden that your high school best friend would pull something like that.

“why are you doing this?” miyeon looked at you as you placed your orders, it was a staple that miyeon wasn’t much into coffee as she was with hot chocolate.

“you’re my friend, how you defend yourself would determine if you still deserve that title.”

it started from there, miyeon had explained how sana was confused on whether she was interested in both girls and guys or if it was simply just nothing. you weren’t supposed to be a part of it, when miyeon introduced you to sana it was merely to let her college friends meet her best friend. she was also left in the dark until miyeon discovered sana’s notes about the entire thing, keeping track of your dates and comparing it with mark, the guy she’s seeing the same time when she was with you. that was how miyeon knew of it,

“i planned on telling you, i was trying to stop this entire thing before it would go longer. then you stopped talking to me, blocked me on all socials and even my number.”

everything felt clearer now, if sana wanted to play with fire, two can play that game. you’ve thought of it for a while now, you just needed to think of the perfect person to do it with. who else could fill the role as your fake girlfriend other than your best friend who is desperately asking for your forgiveness.

“then help me.”

in a span of a week, you and miyeon had slowly convinced your friends that you were dating. explaining that ghosting her was a way for you to move on and make her find someone who is deserving of her love. miyeon was persistent, she could not just let you go easily. that led to her trying to get your schedule, meeting you at your lab class and getting coffee to talk things through. people can be easily deceived and it wasn’t that long until miyeon actually acted as if you were dating.

in public, you acted like a couple; but in private, it's just you two messing with people and restoring your friendship. and it did not take long for miyeon to let you know that sana had been asking her questions about your relationship, fully understanding why you wanted to fake date.

“who said i couldn’t conduct my own experiment.”  it wasn’t like you were avoiding sana like before, she had tried to talk to you but miyeon was always within the area to snatch you away.

that was until jackson had another party where miyeon had spent her time dancing with her friends, while you didn’t drink much as you had to drive miyeon back home. it slipped your mind that sana would be within the area, that she had kept her eyes on you as soon as you stepped foot holding miyeon’s hand.

within 5 minutes, sana had you wrapped around her finger. those 5 minutes, sana had managed to steal your heart once again, telling you that she had missed you, that you’re the only one for her. know you understand why she’s called sanake.

Minatozaki Sana. she has your heart, one that you wish you hadn’t fallen so easily for her charms. 5 minutes was all it took before you’re tempted to lean to her touch and forget that you’re playing a part in an experiment to see whether she missed you the same way you did. maybe it was nothing but lies. maybe she wanted to have fun just like before. you’re fucked.

“BABE!” then you’re reminded that miyeon is there to save the day. “oh, hi sana.”

the tension between the two was something you’ve never experienced before. fully aware they were friends before you had started seeing sana but after the series of events that leads to your current position. there’s a rift between the pair.

”babe, come dance with me, yeah?”

even in her drunken state, choi miyeon always stick to the script. pulling you to the dance floor, her dancing a bit too close to comfort but maybe it was a way to let sana know you’re not someone to be toyed with. no.

that wasn’t the case when you woke up in the morning, head pounding with the worst possible hangover you’ve experienced. it didn’t make sense to you, not a single ounce of liquor touched your lips when you were at the party, and you definitely remember bringing miyeon back to her place. your clothes scattered all over the floor except for your shirt, this was definitely miyeon’s place, you would notice the full body mirror with pictures taped to it. fuck.

the door opened revealing miyeon wearing what seems to be your shirt that was way too big for her. neck and chest basically covered in love bites. what the heck happened after i saw sana?

“hey, i cooked us some breakfast.”

“what happened last night?”

“uhm… you got drunk– when i asked you to drink here at my place.” miyeon pointed between the two of you. “then this happened.”

you only wanted to hurt sana, not bring miyeon into this mess. from the looks of it, you enjoyed it but you can’t remember much of it until miyeon tried to piece everything together.

the rest of the night after you had brought miyeon home was spent in the comforts of her apartment. a bottle of soju was shared along with a few glasses of gin and tonic that you ended up finishing as miyeon had reached her limit. miyeon started it. she kissed you first and although both in drunken state, it was clear that there was tension between the two of you, one that is now sitting in front of you wearing your shirt with love bites all over her body.

by the time you and miyeon had reached a conclusion as to the events of the night were, breakfast was already done, coffee at hand and still you were completely naked in her bed.

“do you think… we’ll work out?” uncertainty in your eyes as miyeon watched your every move, it felt as if she’s back at the chemistry laboratory while your mind is running through multiple scenarios.

“we– could try. but-”

“sana, i know. you might need to clarify some things with her.” 

you didn’t expect miyeon to take things lightly when you suggested that she give you sana’s number. having it blocked and deleted, you saw no value but now- with the idea of properly dating miyeon, the need to clear the air for the sake that your best friend (possible future girlfriend) would fix their relationship.

sitting at the same cafe that sana had taken you to for your first date, the lingering idea that this might be the last time you’ll see her in the same light. the smell of coffee, light chattering from the customers and your mind buzzing with questions, running away seemed like a nice option.

“i’m surprised you wanted to see me.” you didn’t notice sana standing in front of you. pulling the chair and settling down as your gaze never left her piercing eyes. something about her changed, the cheering smile no longer there, or how her aura that was once inviting now felt guarded, and that the way she looks between your hands inches away from each other.

“wanted to clear some stuff.”

“... i’m sorry– i know you heard my conversation with miyeon.” you could only scoff at her, she knew, you made sure that she knew about that day from leaving the bouquet rotting by the biology lab along with your broken heart and trust. the girl you love merely sitting inches away from you and all you could do is look at her with so much hatred and confusion.

everything feels tight.

“i’m not here to come back. let’s give this a proper ending.”

“what do you mean?”

sana reaches for your hand, for a second you let her hold it- remember her touch.

removing it gently, as the tears in her eyes threaten to fall. you hated seeing her cry.

“you were a wonderful experience, sana. but i’m not one of your lab rats.”

“i’m sorry. you– you made me feel things i never felt before when i was wi– please don’t leave me… please, y/n… please.”

the desire to stay and throw everything out was there but you’d rather not let her break your heart again with the possibility of it being an experiment for her.

you love her but not to the point of willing to be a lab rat for her.

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[severelystrangewriter]

Cooking Together (Flufftober 2023 Day 10)

Pairing: taiju shiba x reader

WC: 734

Warnings: none

Summary: what it’s like to cook with taiju

Note: i feel like cooking with a guy who owns multiple restaurants would be a nightmare not even gonna hold you

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Cooking together with Taiju Shiba was an impossible task. And when I say impossible, I mean it. He had a very strict method when it came to being in the kitchen, and honestly, you felt that you were just in the way more times than not when you tried to help. He wouldn’t even let you chop the vegetables or boil the water without hovering over you in some way. Like, you understood that the guy ran multiple restaurants, but come on.

“Babe, I know what I’m doing!” You finally snapped one evening as you cut some carrots, “Trust me.”

“I do trust you!” Taiju argued, “...But your knife technique could use a little work.”

You pointed the blade at him jokingly, “Do you really wanna say that to the person holding the knife?”

Taiju looked completely unfazed, “Will you just let me show you?”

You sighed heavily but handed the knife over and stepped to the side in order to give him free rein on the cutting board. Crossing your arms, you watched as he took your place. He shot you a thankful smile and got started right away.

“You’re supposed to cut them lengthwise first,” Taiju instructed, “Then dice them like this.”

You nodded your head, trying really hard to find the will to care. But this was important to him, so you bit back your sarcastic remark. He finished dicing the rest of the carrots and then moved on to the onions. You figured you weren’t going to get to chop up vegetables anytime soon.

With another sigh you picked up the peeler from the counter and held it up, “Can I at least peel the potatoes?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment, and you swore that if he said no you would scream, but then Taiju nodded his head.

“That should be fine.”

With a breath of relief, you got to work right away. But after the first potato, your boyfriend was by your side again.

“You know, there’s a trick to peeling them more smoothly,” He commented casually.

“Is there now?” You grumbled with a huff.

“Yeah, here, let me-”

“Touch my potatoes and I’ll throw one at your head,” You threatened, causing him to retract his hand. “Just tell me how to do it.”

“Well for one, you need to fix how you’re holding the potato,” Taiju explained.

“And just how am I holding it wrong?” You exclaimed in exasperation.

“You need to firmly grasp it.”

“I’m grasping it as firmly as I can!” You protested, “It’s too big to get a proper grip!” At Taiju’s smirk, you squinted, realizing how that sounded out of context. Shaking your head, you said, “Don’t you dare laugh, I’m getting annoyed.”

“You’re cute,” He replied with a slight chuckle, throwing you off guard.

Feeling your face heat up at the compliment, you shook your head again and pointed the peeler at him this time, “Flattery will get you nowhere. I’m peeling these potatoes whether you like it or not! You just worry about dicing them.”

He put his hands up defensively, “Alright, alright.”

And so you both went back to working on your respective tasks. The silence that fell over the kitchen was actually peaceful for once. When you finished peeling, you decided that there was not much else for you to do but watch him take over. He quickly got the ingredients in the pot and while that was cooking he went ahead and started washing some of the dirty utensils that were used. You took the opportunity to come up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle.

“Thanks for letting me help. Even if it was reluctant,” You told him, squishing your cheek against his back.

“I wouldn’t say it was reluctant,” Taiju scoffed, drying his hands and turning in your hold.

Now facing him, you gave your boyfriend a blank stare, “You literally took over chopping all of the vegetables.”

“You peeled the potatoes,” He pointed out.

“Only after I threatened you!” You argued. Then you groaned and buried your face into his chest, “You’re lucky I love you.”

One of Taiju’s hands came to rest on the back of your head and the other on your back to hold you closer. You smiled when you felt him press a soft kiss to the top of your head in response as he murmured, “That I am.”

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[ovaryacted]

Okay I’m home and chilled out, so I’m just gonna ramble about my thoughts/analysis that I keep having about perceiving Leon Kennedy as a sexual being. This might be long. I also want to reiterate that my word is not law, and everyone has their own hcs and stuff and that’s okay!

I know hard dom content is very popular across the erotica/smut medium as a whole. Rough sex has always been popular and trust me, I’m a fan too. But if I can be controversial for like two seconds, I don’t see Leon as a hard dom personally. Closest thing would be a rough daddy dom, but to me Leon always gave me someone who caters to their partner. He’s loving and affectionate, a little rugged and awkward sure, but nonetheless he cares and wants to give a good experience.

He studies his partner, learns about what makes them tick, what makes them moan, how their body responds to different stimuli. Leon is a perceptive human being, he observes things before fully handling them so he can take the best approach that gives him the best results. I think he’d approach sex the same way if he’s with someone that he cares for.

In a weird way, I also don’t think Leon is a sex god of sorts. He’d have to find the time and ability to actually experiment with different dynamics and kinks to figure out what he likes too. It’ll all be a learning process for him, but to me Leon is someone that prioritizes his partner’s pleasure above his own because that’s what gets him off. If you feel good, he feels good. He gets off on getting you off type of deal, that’s who he is.

I also think Leon’s sexual dynamics depend on where he is in his life. When he’s younger, he’s naive, grasping on to whatever makes sense so he’d be more inclined to letting someone else lead and show him things he wouldn’t know at first (hence why a lot of ppl write RE2 Leon as a sub). As he gets older, gets more experience here and there, he’d try building more of his own confidence and autonomy and realize he has the ability to take control. Consider RE4/ID/RE6, he’s smarter, more aged, more mature (it’s the trauma), so he’d be more able to take charge like others paint him out to be but I don’t think he’d be inherently “aggressive”, far from it really. He’s serious about communication and being vocal, because he has to hear whether or not he’s doing the right thing or he needs to tweak something for a better experience. He’s not selfish he’s a sweetheart, that I can stand ten toes on.

The period of time in Vendetta to me is where I would see the rough sex come out because he’ll be using it as a means of self harm. He wouldn’t want to hurt another person, but more so he doesn’t care about himself, so his actions will be considered “reckless” and he won’t realize the consequences of what he does until after it happens. He’s suicidal, depressed, an alcoholic, and exhausted with life…so whatever he does in the bedroom would reflect that. Leon would probably want someone to fuck him instead of the other way around, but what he says he wants vs what he really wants deep down would be considered two things. He says he wants the rough stuff and he’s detached when in reality he wants to be comforted and wants someone to treat him like a human being, not something to be discarded. He just wouldn’t vocalize that because he doesn’t think his wants or needs matter. You’d have to read him and dictate for yourself because he’s too ashamed of saying it out loud. (I will say Vendetta Leon is one of my favorite variations of him and he deserves all the love and safety his other versions get! He’s just an angst magnet lmao).

Now in DI and beyond, he has healthier relationship with things, probably more aware of his alcohol consumption and age, and possibly going to therapy. In a way, I think Leon at this age would be far more inclined to revert back to the way he was at 21, little childish, letting someone else lead because he finds safety in that. Many people believe submission assumes someone loses their power entirely, but the way I perceive it, it’s you being able to trust someone else to make decisions for you in your best interest.

So he would be very switchy as he gets he’s older, liking being submissive because that allows him to turn his brain off and let someone else take charge for him. He won’t have to make the choices for once, and either way so long as his partner feels good, he feels good.

As a dynamic character, this is just how I perceive Leon, and to me he’s more of a pleasure dom, and probably likes being dominated but it’ll take him a while to be comfortable in doing that after everything. Hence, why I want to write for sub Leon more, because I think he deserves to just feel safe in giving up control he never really had in his life.

#ovaryacted thoughts #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #yeah sub Leon supremacy #this is my brand lmao #and I’m gonna do it #watch me

[cupcakeslushie]

Okay. I've been tip-toeing around this AU for a while now, but I just got caught up, and now I think I have a (decent) grasp on what's going on. So I wanna go over everything I know so far to see if I'm right or wrong on anything. Don't know if you'd be willing to correct me or not. Either way, I hope my mistakes can help you understand what to clarify to other fans like me. But, I also have some questions. You probably won't be able to answer most of them, but it's at least worth a shot.

First, where's Venus? Like, why is she not in your comics that are (sort of) separate frome the canon now story. The ones that skip to the future way after all the turtles reunite. Did she die? Did she escape? Is it because she wasn't introduced yet when you made those comics?

Two, why do you keep on making references to the future timeline? I know you're planning on possibly making your own stuff leading up to the events of the movie. It just gives me a jumpscare when I see certain...imagery in those comics. I guess you're hinting at what your version of the future apocalypse would look like, but it just hurts to see. Specifically in the comic explaining both the events and aftermath of the movie and the bad future timeline. It's starting to really confuse my brain as to where this story is headed. What's meant to be the main focus? The Hamto's reuniting? The aftermath? Or the future?

Third, did you make all those min-comics before you started the actual AU? Or did you do them during?

Fourth, are any of those mini-comics relevant to the actual story now? Or have you changed your mind on a few things? It's just that everything is so all over the place, I don't really know whether to trust if they're accurate. I know most of them are just there for funzies, but the longer ones concern me. I guess I'm just not used to the storyteller doing sequel, start, prequel, start, sequel, prequel, prequel, sequel, and then end. Or maybe it's just me, and I'm sleep deprived.

My little observation speech is gonna take a while for me to get out in your asks because when I get theoretical, my speech gets long, and my proper English goes down the drain. So I'll be back. I appreciate your work very much. Despite the pain it causes me, it's still amazing.

I’ll try my best to clear up what confusion I can!

1. As far as Venus. The answer is kind of a mix of, I was still figuring out her design and backstory while coming out with some of those early comics, and then, once I had that down, I wanted the boys to grow strong bonds as a main cast. That’s why a lot of the side characters are only making small appearances in the Sep!AU Life stories, as those are mainly for the boys reconnecting. (Usagi shows up the most because I love him and am totally biased towards him).

This maybe hasn’t been stated outright, but I wasn’t really expecting so many ppl to like Vee as much as they do, and now im trying not to spoil too much of her story. It’ll unfortunately just take us a while to get to the meat of it. Since the boys reconnecting takes up a lot of the early s1s2 story, Im trying to follow the familiar Rise blueprint of Draxum, Shredder, Krang, and then in s3 we’ll have crazy fun new stories with the extra characters.

Ive also decided to take this little nugget from one of the Q&As, and use it for Venus instead of Jennika. It was a much needed bit of inspiration to explain why Venus sorta disappears for a while and will go through some major physical changes (not yet revealed) before the family can figure out a way to reach her.

2. I’m not sure if you mean jump scared in a bad/triggering or neutral way, but if you need me to tag anything on those posts please let me know!

The glimpses of the future timeline, are being scattered throughout wherever they parallel the present story in little ways, but that’s only for now. As we get closer to the movie plot, bigger chunks of the future will be revealed, because the future versions of the boys will have a larger role to play in the present timeline. So we will need more backstory than what the canon got. And also I just enjoy drawing my future versions so sometimes I don’t think too hard on a reason. I just like throwing them at ppl with no warning or reason.

When s2 ends, I plan on collecting all the future related stuff that’s been released, and recapping it for easier reading. Right now, it’s just little sprinkles of foreshadowing to give ppl an idea that, ‘oh crap. The doomed timeline is a bummer’. In my mind, I guess i thought it’d be kinda like a fun scavenger hunt for clues, but maybe ppl don’t like that 😅

3. All of the side-stories were written as the main comic was/is being released. A lot of them resulted from asks that just spawned the need to expand on certain ideas, or a desire to give all the turtles their time to shine.

For instance, when I was doing Donnie’s section of the main comic, it was a good few months where we hardly saw anyone but him and Venus. I wanted to just mix it up, and give Raph some love with his ‘Raph Time’ short. When Leo was front and center in the main, we hardly saw the others, so Mikey and Donnie got their little ‘Secrets’ short (and it was also I fun thank you for EW making it so far in the tmnt sep competition).

4. Anything that has been reworked/revised or just plain dropped should have an ‘Edit’ note because yes—I have gone back and changed some things, but more so from the asks i got in the early days, and some movie idea drafts.

All the short comics done in the last year, especially the ones that are listed in my pinned post, are canon and fall somewhere in the timeline. They’re like supplemental reading though—extra meat to give the world and the characters more personality. They do have particular backstory plot and important info in them, but nothing that shouldn’t eventually be re-visited/repeated in the main story.

um I hope that cleared up some things! I know it’s kind of a crazy amount of lore. I’ve tried my best to organize it in the pinned post, huge timeline, and search bar tags, but I know it’s getting harder and harder for newer ppl to jump in as it just get bigger. Thanks for reading regardless!

#rottmnt #tmnt #ask slushie #separated au #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #sep!au infodump #ew au #Empyrean Weeping Au

[plutonianeris]

Pick a card: reclaiming what was taken from you ⛓

this is a general reading & for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Interpret & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. 🖤

artwork credit: Alessandro Amoruso

PILE ONE 🕷

Your time was taken from you. Someone expected you to put them and their needs before yours at all times and you got nothing in return. It made you resentful. It made you feel isolated and alone. there was a lot of empty promises. “I’m so sorry” “all I want is you” “please don’t leave me” “I’ll call you back.” It’s like when they were OK you were never in the picture but once their life was going to shit they suddenly needed you desperately. It made you feel like a puppet like you were being manipulated but at the same time you try to give other people the benefit of the doubt. you’re so loyal but to a fault and the way you reclaim your time is by putting yourself into a practical and logical mindset. And only then through that strength and consistency you will see yourself starting to level up. You will see these dreams that you’ve had that you keep to yourself or that you suddenly daydream about before you go to sleep can come true but you have to leave all this deadweight behind. Being on the sidelines is never going to work in your favor. It never has in the past but especially now. You’ve moved past that. Time to consider long-term goals and stability. Maybe getting that praise from people that undervalued you was enough of a self-esteem boost at the time but not anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised that once you talk to focus on yourself you’re gonna start getting a lot of “I miss you” texts. This could be old friends or maybe someone you had a crush on and you never really were sure how they felt. Putting yourself first isn’t selfish. It’s liberating and chaotic and beautiful and nothing like you have ever experienced I promise. You’re strong enough to do it.

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PILE TWO 🕷

Your sense of identity was taken from you. Whether it be some thing to do with your personality or the way you express yourself to even your religious and spiritual beliefs. There was someone on the other side that told you that you were wrong that what you believed was wrong or maybe that you were just wrong or broken. Getting the sense that you’re into very alternative type of music or forms of dress, you may like tarot or crystals. You may be into astrology or the ocult. you were disappointed and hurt by the rejection. You were already a little bit afraid to share things about yourself in the first place so that really was the nail in the coffin. you’ve tried to seek alternative methods of finding yourself or maybe getting a response. You’ve been waiting for someone with more knowledge or someone that is wiser than you to give you the answers when in reality that’s not going to help you. this pile really is all about helping yourself. It’s calling you to take time to yourself and maybe to be a little bit reclusive for a while to figure out your shit. This is a rebirth. In a way it’s like you’re halfway there. It’s like your split in half. A part of you wants to completely change and do what you want and say what you want and find your own people but another part of you wants to stay around to convince others that what you care about is worth it. Don’t do it. don’t push back against this change and stop ignoring that little voice inside your head telling you FUCK IT!!!! that hair color or that change in behavior or anything else, I promise just do it. You don’t have to explain yourself or give anyone a warning before hand. “Why are you acting like this?” “Oh they’ve changed” “oh they’re acting brand new” “they’re so weird” you’re going to hear all of that but you’re gonna be too busy feeling amazing to even give a fuck. Stand up straight when you walk even if the confidence feels fake it’ll eventually feel normal.

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PILE THREE 🕷

Your sense of trust was taken from you. Someone betrayed you, maybe a lover or a friend but you never saw it coming. the song “somebody that I use to know” just popped up. The person that betrayed you could’ve been from childhood or someone that you’ve been close with since you were a teenager. if you were feeling nostalgic or you already trusted them, maybe that’s why you were letting your guard down. I know it hurts and this may not offer any comfort but this is telling me two things. The first thing is that the world is a much bigger place in this tiny box you’ve been living in. Believe it or not all that grief and disappointment and frustration can be transformed into something else. I’m not trying to be corny or say that it’s suddenly going to go away but you need to get out of your comfort zone. You’re not trusting your judgment and now I need to get more in tune with your body so that when you have a gut feeling about some thing you don’t end up in a weird ass situation anymore. And the best part about that is that once you trust your gut and you’re in tune with your body not everything is going to feel like a threat. SO THEN when there is an actual threat you’ll be able to save yourself and avoid any bs. Whoever that did you dirty is going to get their karma. i’m not saying they’re gonna break every bone in their body but once you’re gone they’re going to notice that they had some thing special. then it won’t be you stuck thinking about the worst or the “what ifs” anymore. after this you’re going to feel more powerful and beautiful and you might be a little bit colder but it’s just that not everyone is going to have a chance to experience you. They’re going to have to earn that.

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[mr-bas00nist]

I Don’t Wanna Crush You!

Sub! König x Dom! Male! Reader

Cw- Facesitting, slight masochism, asphyxiation, rimming, overstimulation and insecurities

König was the anxious type. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. Whether it be something physical or mental. It didn’t matter what it was there was still always a lingering fear. One of the things he was especially anxious about was your guys relationship.

your relationship was perfect but König was still always scared that you were gonna leave him. If he wasn’t perfect on the inside or the outside would you stop loving him? And one of the things he was most insecure about was his body.

He was tall, muscular and chubby. He could never lose that extra weight all that would happen is it would turn into muscle and he would get even bigger. He was insecure and had no self esteem whatsoever.

Than you came. You made him see his worth even if he still didn’t see it that much he worked towards it every day but, there were some days that he needed a bit of extra help from you.

You walk into the bathroom to see König looking at himself disgusted in the mirror. You walk up behind him until you were in view of the mirror. “O-oh didn’t think you were gonna come in…” he speaks nervously. You wrap your arms around him from behind.

“What are you insecure about today König?” He holds onto your arms gently. He looks down before looking back up at you in the mirror. “M-my weight.” He explains. You smile pulling your arms away. “I can work with that.”

At first König was skeptical about the whole face-sitting thing but when you got him on you it was game over. He cried out with a moan as you held onto his hips quickly devouring him. He let out a scream when you pushed him down even farther.

When you brought him to his first orgasm he took control of the pace. So now you had a 6’10 man who was built like a tank riding your face. Your lungs were burning with exertion but not in a million years did you want him to get off.

You wanted to make him feel good about and he was certainly feeling good. He kept a tight hold on your hips, arching his back even more to feel you deeper. He was getting rougher and rougher by the minute too.

Your heart was pounding but you weren’t sure if it was the fact you were suffocating or if it was just him. (Probably the suffocation) He started babbling German but you paid no mind only trying to give him the most mind numbing orgasm for the second time this night.

“Scheiße!! so nah so nah~ werde, cum so hart, so verdammt hart!” With a scream he cums shaking from the aftershocks. After a little he realizes you were still under him. He lifts up to see you under him hyperventilating with a smile.

You gasp loudly taking in all the air you can. He’s never seen a man so greedy for air…

“W-Why didn’t you make me get off!” He asks concerned. “I didn’t care! if I died I would’ve died a happy man!” You smile. He rolls his eyes with a sigh getting off of your face. He lays next to you putting his head on your chest.

He breaks the silence with a simple thank you. You smile at him. “Glad I could help, I’m gonna go get a towel for you.” Before he can protest you stand up going to get a towel. You return quickly admiring his dazed look.

“Did I do a good job?” You ask smiling. He nods with a groan as you throw the towel away. You go back in bed with him laying next to him. “I’m glad, let me know if your ever insecure again.” His mouth curls into a smirk, “I-I won’t come to you just when I’m insecure trust m-me, fuck…” You laugh at his response.

“I’ll be right here go to bed König.” You rub his back slowly lolling him to sleep.

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[moonstruckme]

In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)

Pirate!Steddie🤭 (or just eddie, your choice)

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pirate!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 897 words

You keep your eyes steadfastly on the horizon, scanning for any sign of land. The water gleams blue-black in the moonlight, and you’re not sure if you could make out a landmass even if there was one, but you don’t have anything better to do. 

“You gonna stay there the whole time?” The boy drawls from his hammock. It’s the same one who’d helped you onto the ship earlier with long-fingered, calloused hands. “You sea sick or something?” 

“No,” you huff. “Just thinking of making a swim for it.” 

The pirate snorts. “How far are you thinking you can swim, sweetheart? The closest land is the island we picked you up on.” You turn to him, and you must look as ferocious as you feel, because he raises his hands in a lazy don’t-shoot gesture. “Hey, you’re welcome to go back if that’s what you want. Since apparently being rescued doesn’t suit you.” 

“But rescued by whom?” you spit. “Being stuck with pirates doesn't seem like a very good alternative to being stranded.” 

His mouth curls up on the right side. “You make us sound so nefarious, gorgeous. We’re trying to make ends meet, just like everyone else.” 

“Everyone else seems capable of staying within the law.” 

“But whose law?” You make no answer, and after a minute, he climbs out of his hammock. You stiffen as he comes towards you but don’t allow yourself to move away, even when he leans against the edge of the ship, barely a foot from you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he says, and the gentleness of his tone surprises you. “What’s your name?” 

You narrow your eyes. Isn’t that sort of thing valuable information to a pirate? What if they think to hold you for ransom?

If he’s put out by your silence, he doesn’t show it. “Fair enough. Mine’s Eddie.” 

He sticks out a hand, and you shake it warily, eyeing the knife at his belt all the while. 

“Listen,” he goes on, undeterred by your hostility. “I know you probably have lots of ideas about pirates, and how we’re all wild, evil brutes, but no one here is going to hurt you.” He looks you in the eye, raising his eyebrows imploringly. “I promise, okay? We’re hoping to make land by the end of the week, and then you can run if you want, or I can help you figure out how to get wherever you wanna go. Sound good?” 

You look at him, the contrast between the warm brown of his eyes and the cold steel of his knife confusing you. You don’t know if you can trust him, but you suppose you don’t have much choice. 

“Okay,” you say finally. “Why would you do that, though? Why even bother taking me with you?” 

Eddie shrugs, relaxing a bit now that you no longer look like you’re going to take a dive over the edge of the ship. “Why not? We’ve got enough food to feed an extra mouth, and we’re still making money whether we help people out or not.” 

Making money…”Through robbery, you mean.” 

Eddie doesn’t bristle like you expect him to. “Depends on who you ask. If one group of people takes money from another and we intercept it somewhere in the middle, is it any more stolen than it already was?” 

You go quiet again, and Eddie gives you a soft sort of smile. “I’m not trying to lecture you, sweetheart, I just want you to understand that we’re not bad guys. At least,” he allows, “we don’t see ourselves that way. You’re safe here.” 

“Alright,” you say quietly, finding yourself closer and closer to believing him. “Thank you.” 

Eddie’s grin looks almost goofy. “No thanks necessary,” he assures you. “Think you might be able to sleep now, though? I find being stuck on a ship with the same people every day does not mix well with sleep deprivation. Don’t need you getting snappy with the Captain tomorrow.” 

You gnaw on your lip, looking warily around the ship for a safe corner to curl up in. You don’t want to go below deck with the rest of the men, but you don’t like the idea of one of them stumbling upon you up here in the morning either. 

Eddie seems to wisen to your dilemma, nodding pensively. “You can have my hammock, if you want. I’ve got an extra few blankets, I could make myself a bed right next to it so nobody bothers you.” 

You look at him hopefully, too exhausted and on edge to feel guilty. “Really?”

He chuckles, nudging you in the direction of the hammock. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll figure out something better in the morning.” 

You climb into the hammock, shifting around awkwardly until you find a comfortable position. You watch over the edge as Eddie folds the blankets he’s stored nearby, making a little sleeping pad for himself. You try to imagine this boy holding his knife to a sailor’s throat, laughing at bloodshed, burning villages to the ground. He looks up at you as he gets settled, flashing you a smile and a dorky thumbs-up. You can’t picture it. 

“Goodnight,” you say quietly, letting your body relax into its fabric cradle. 

“Sleep tight,” Eddie sing-songs, and with that last reassurance, you let the shushing of the waves lull you to sleep.

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[eddiediazismyhusband]

honestly im just so done trying to speculate about what’s going to happen in the finale bc this season has tried to fit a full 20-something episode season into 10 so i wont be shocked by anything atp

honestly nothing from 7x8-7x9 has shocked me either

the moment that a doppelgänger of eddie’s ex wife showed up i kinda checked out in regards of trying to figure out just wtf tim minear is doing bc i have so many feelings on how ooc this feels to me… like i can see an angle to this eddie storyline but ig i also don’t trust tim’s trolling ass or the network writers to actually play it out that way so im just kinda here until something that i can take seriously actually happens (i dont mean about the bobby or henren plots but even those i have certain feelings towards that i dont want to get into rn)

sending hugs to those who are validly legitimately scared about the finale tho i really feel bad for yall 😭💀

(and no this is NOT me closing on buddie before anyone tries to jump down my throat, I’m just kinda at a point where i have to think about my own mental health because i cannot keep putting my brain through mental gymnastics trying to figure out where Tim is going w any of this and whether or not i trust him…. like i said, until something serious actually happens, i’m gonna just ignore this whole vertigo plot bc……… yeah…)

#911 abc #911 spoilers #911 #911 season 7 #911 on abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #eddie diaz 911 #eddie 911 #eddie x buck #eddie diaz x evan buckley #eddie diaz x evan buck buckley #eddie diaz x buck #tim minear #911 discourse #911 discussion

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @porculain-skelly for this commission with their amazing OC, there's nothing I love more than two handsome mafia skeletons fighting for someone's hand <3

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“need a hand?”

... She had been trying to reach the top shelf, stood up on her toes, reaching as high as she could get and only just managing to trace the edge of the dish soap bottle. The voice right behind her made her jump- she immediately fumbled and dropped her grocery bag, startling back and whipping around to face the owner of the voice. 

... 

The skeleton monster in front of her looked, in a word, harmless. Big round sockets, bright white eyelights, a wide smile of pearly white teeth... he held her grocery bag in one hand- he’d caught it, definitely averting disaster. Dressed in a nice blue suit shirt and black pants, he was smiling with a soft, low smile.

“ah, jeez. sorry.” He held her bag out to her. “didn’t mean to spook ya. hope i didn’t scare you a skele-ton.”

...

She let out a tiny laugh, mostly out of a mixture of shock, and relief that the guy who’d snuck up on her like that clearly wasn’t anyone to worry about that. Her posture eased a little, and she accepted her bag from him.

“I-it’s fine.” She let out an exhale of relief. "It wasn’t you. I’m... I’m new in town. I’m a bit skittish right now.”

...

His eyelights flickered to her chest, then back up to her face again. For a split second, it felt like he was sizing her up. But his eyelights settled on her mouth... and something about him shifted. 

She didn’t know what it was. Something loosened, something warmed. Something frozen about him melted. Perhaps in his face, or in his posture, she really couldn’t tell- it was one of those things that you felt rather than saw. But it was like a switch flipped, and a mask of faux politeness disappeared... where before, his smile had been almost customer-service-esque, it now looked like the kind of smile you’d wear around a beloved friend of many years.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, meeting her gaze. “... i guessed you were new. can’t say i’ve seen you around here before. i’m sans.”

“... Skelly.” She tucked the grocery bag under one arm. “I, uhm... I just moved here a few days ago.”

“oh, really? with your family?” He asked, innocently.

“No, just me.”

“i see.” He smiled. His eyelights, soft and white, seemed friendly. Inviting. “you’re gonna meet a skelly-ton of new friends, i bet.”

... She couldn’t help herself, she let out a little laugh, face brightening. She wasn’t expecting to hear a pun made of her own name. 

“You... I think you already used that one?”

Sans snickered, and shrugged. “ah, what can i say. tibia honest... my jokes have been a little barebones recently.”

That one got a smaller laugh out of her, mostly out of disbelief. His eyelights all but sparkled- he seemed to still enjoy the encouragement.

“how’re you finding the area?”

“... It’s nice. Everyone’s friendly.”

“good.”

She couldn’t explain why. But talking to Sans, in that moment... she couldn’t figure out whether she trusted him or not.

Everything about him indicated there was nothing to be nervous about. Opposite, in fact- his aura felt so trustworthy, it was almost comedic. He was small, soft, borderline cartoonish, with a relaxed and lazy posture. She’d known him for a few minutes at most, and all he’d done was tell silly jokes and rescue her grocery bag from falling on the floor. Surely, a friendly and reliable guy, right?

... But there was just something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She had always been perceptive, and whatever it was about Sans... it was setting off a tiny alarm bell, in the far far corner of her mind.

... She tried to ignore it. Perhaps she was just being overly paranoid? She was always skittish, in a new environment, and she chalked this up to her mind just being on unnecessarily high alert.

(Sans’ expression flickered.)

“... hey. just so you know...” He said, casually, pulling one hand out of his pocket, suddenly holding a little card between his phalanges. He offered it to her. “i know a lot of people and places around these parts. been here a long time. i know moving to a new place where you don’t know anybody can be stressful, so if you need anything, just let me know. ok?”

“... Awh. Thanks.” She said, cheerfully, accepted the card. It had a phone number on it, the fact that the numbers were written in the comic sans font made another smile rise to her face. She put it in her grocery bag- the gesture was definitely appreciated. “It’s nice to meet you, but I should probably get going. I was just gonna grab the...”

She looked up at the shelf. The bottle she’d been trying to reach- it was gone?

“dish soap?”

... She turned back to Sans. He was holding up his hand, and... he was holding up the dish soap bottle. 

Huh? 

She looked, confused, back and forth between the shelf and his hand. Sans had a big smug smile on his face, evidently delighting in her confusion. When had he grabbed that? Didn’t he just have his hands in his pockets, moments earlier?

... He was standing... kinda close to her. Just on the perfect boundary between acceptable and too much, still wearing that polite smile. She could see the stitching on his shirt.

... Skelly swallowed, pulse picking up. Her gaze flickered around his face... he had a nice face. Why... did her own face suddenly feel so... warm? 

...

Sans chuckled. While she stood there, frozen, he passed the dish soap to her. She accepted it purely out of instinct- she didn’t even look at it, trapped by his eyelights.

“nice meetin’ you too, skelly.” He said, warmly, taking a step back. She could suddenly breathe again. “i’ll see you around.” 

Sans turned, and walked away, passing around the corner of the aisle.

... She didn’t need to follow him to know that if she went around the corner and looked... he wouldn’t be there.

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She had barely finished mulling the interaction over, while on her way home that evening, when she encountered yet another skeleton.

She was passing a small bar with a purple flame logo on the front- there was a guy standing just outside of it, his back against the wall, silhouette illuminated gently by the sign’s magenta glow. She couldn’t help but look at him; he was much larger and rougher-looking, big and jagged where Sans was small and round, his eyelights a burning red. A cigarette was perched between his clawed phalanges, wisps of smoke drifting out from between his teeth... the orange glow of the lit cigarette reflected in his single golden tooth, he was pretty attractive. He had a crimson shirt on, dark pants, a very loose tie around his neck- judging by the grouchy expression on his face he looked like he’d just finished a particularly annoying workday.

... He must’ve noticed her stare as she approached. His eyelights flickered over, meeting her gaze... he looked her up and down.

...

His shark grin raised, and he winked at her. She flushed immediately- what the hell? She put her head down, deciding to just ignore him and...

... She tripped.

She barely had time to let out a little squeak of surprise as the floor rushed toward her; quickly, a large arm wound around her middle, saving her from faceplanting into the tarmac, she immediately knew who had saved her as the smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne washed over her. The red-eyed skeleton drew her back up to her feet... a huge hand curled over her shoulder, steadying her where she stood.

She looked up at him. Quite a ways up.

“woah there, doll.” He purred, grinning from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear. “fallin’ for me already?”

...

“Fuck.” She blurted. “I-I’m so sorry... I’m...” 

Her face was on fire. How absolutely mortifying- nearly falling flat on her face, right in front of an attractive guy. She didn’t even register his pun, she couldn’t look him in the eyelights, she just stared at his chest and wished the floor would swallow her whole.

“easy, easy.” A soft chuckle filtered out of his ribcage, he brushed her shoulder gently. “you gotta pay more attention to where you’re walkin, sweetheart. this is a shitty area with shitty roads. you new around here? i’m red.”

She managed a choked laugh at his comment, still dying inside. “I-I’m... yeah, I’m new. I’m Skelly.”

...

... Then she realised what position he had her in.

Somehow, in the process of catching her and righting her again... ‘Red’ had managed to position her between him and the wall. He was a big guy. Just by standing in front of her, he blocked most of her view of the street.

“I-I...” she couldn’t get words out. Her whole face was colouring even more.

Red was, clearly, enjoying the interaction. 

“... you gotta be careful around these parts, beautiful.” He drawled, casually leaning on the wall next to her, blocking her in even more. “pretty lady like you, all on yer own... some real unsavoury folks might find ya.”

“Un... unsavoury?”

His eyelight glinted, smile getting more mirthful. “pft. yer really new around here, ain’tcha? this place is a rats nest for organised crime.”

She blinked, taken aback. She had no idea.

“Oh. U-uh. Are you...?”

“me? a criminal?” His tooth flashed in the low light. “c’mon, doll. course i am.”

... His honesty caught her off guard. But for some reason, she... wasn’t afraid? Even though he was admitting to being a criminal while not-quite-pinning her to a wall, she wasn’t scared. Just still massively embarrassed.

“... You’re pretty, uh... open about that.”

“got nothin’ to hide.” he hummed. “especially not from you, doll.”

... His tone got a giggle out of her. There was something... oddly charming, about it? And about him. He clearly had nothing to hide, nothing to lie about. His complete honesty was refreshing.

“... I-I... appreciate the save.” She said. “... I need to get home, before it gets too dark, though.”

“ah... course. i should go back in an' pay my tab, too.” Red stepped back. She really, really liked that he backed off as soon as she asked. “i'd say i'm sorry fer keepin’ you so long, sweetheart, but that'd be a lie. see you around?”

She was surprised she felt comfortable enough to tease him. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Not if I can help it, hah.” 

... He clearly liked her tease. He grinned.

“heheh. well, try not to fall for me again on the way home, yeah?”

“I’ll sure try.”

///---///

She thought she wouldn’t see either of them for another few days, at least. Sans and Red, they seemed... well. They just didn’t seem like the kinds of people she would see regularly. Besides, it was a big world, right? No chance she’d encounter them again for a while. It’d give her some time to mull over their interactions.

... Fate had other ideas, though.

It was literally the next day, in the park. She was still getting used to the area, visiting all the local spots, trying to feel more at home in this new place- when she heard her name being called from both directions.

She looked up, surprised, glancing both ways. On one side, Sans was approaching, just as friendly and harmless-looking as she remembered him at the store. And on the other side, Red, who seemed very pleased to see her, striding over.

... Then both of them noticed each other.

“O-oh, hi!” She said, noticing their glares as they drew to either side of her. “Do you two... know each other...?”

Red’s face twisted. “sans.”

Sans’ eyelights flashed. “red.”

... She took that as a yes. They clearly weren’t happy, staring furiously into each other’s Souls- she could feel their auras darkening. 

(She suddenly felt like a deer, pinned in on either side by two equally vicious wolves. She was trying her best to appear invisible.)

... Red’s head cocked. He was all but growling, when he spoke. 

“whatcha think yer doin’ here, shorty? this ain’t your turf.”

Sans’ tone, on the other hand, was calm and easy. As was his face. Completely dissonant with the situation. “i was going to talk to my new pal.” 

“oh? yer pal?” Red shifted his eyelights over to her, his tone easing juuust enough for her to know he wasn’t directing his anger at her. “don’t listen to this snake, sweetheart. you don't wanna be his pal. he’s a serial liar, can’t trust him as far as ya can throw him.”

... Huh? She looked to Sans. He looked calm, he looked easy, his smile was unmoving. But his eyelights were absolutely razor sharp as he looked at Red. For some reason, the fact that he seemed so carefree and controlled in his manner... it was icy. It was just as intimidating as Red’s increasing aggravation, if not more so.

... Fuck. She wanted to shrink. A quick glance around told her people were pointedly moving away from the three of them. This can’t get any worse.

Sans raised his brows in mock surprise. “you’re one to talk about trust, red. you seriously expect her to trust a murderous thug? i’m shocked that you managed to stop thinking with your crotch long enough to string this many sentences together.”

“at least i’m honest about what i am.” Red was staring to bare his teeth, gold tooth glinting in the sun. “i’m not a psycho who likes to cosplay as a halfway decent guy.”

A psycho? A murderous thug? The fact that they knew each other and were describing each other so viciously made her regret being so friendly with them. She felt fear prickling up her spine- just what the hell had she gotten herself into?

...

“this is stupid.” Sans said, breaking the silence. He reached over and gently took her hand- she nearly jumped, but his movements were precise and his tone was sweet and disarming. “c’mon. let’s get out of here.” 

“like hell i’m lettin’ you be alone with her, you crazy fucker.” Red snarled, snatching her other hand and holding it tightly. “we’re getting out of here. right sweetheart?”

Both of them were suddenly looking right at her. Sans, with soft eyelights that hid a terrifying amount. And Red, with blazing frightening eyelights that hid nothing.

“... I-I...” she looked back and forth between them, fear glueing her words to the inside of her throat. “I-I, uh... I’m...”

She had kinda trusted both of them, before. Now she absolutely trusted neither. 

“look, you idiot. yer scarin’ her.”

“i’m scaring her? seriously?”

... It was all too much. She yanked both her hands out of theirs and ran.

...

The two skeletons stood there, equally frustrated and dejected, as she disappeared out of view. They both knew chasing her would only make things worse.

“... crap.” Red grunted.

Sans rubbed his forehead. “... i think we scared her.”

... Red glanced at the shorter skeleton, folding his arms. “gotta say, i knew we’d fight about somethin’ eventually. but i thought it’d be territory, or weapons, or whatever. never figured it’d be a cute girl.”

Sans returned the glance. Now that she had gone, he'd dropped the harmless aura. “do you know where she lives?”

Red glared. “course i do. do you?”

“obviously." Sans’ eyelights were unreadable. "look... we both really like her. maybe it’s best we give her a little space, for now? time to chill out. if we chase her up now, she won't like either of us.”

... Red clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “... aight. fine. but if i find out you’re visitin’ her anyway, i’ll have someone break yer ribs, shortstack.”

... Sans chuckled.

“sure you will.”

#commissions

[enid-rhees]

Rosita Espinosa x reader where rosita and reader dated before outbreak but got separated shortly after it started and was found by Glenn at the beginning, and were reunited again. Reader has changed and matured a lot due to thinking she loss rosita turning her more quiet and alert.

I don’t see much of rosita nm </3

i absolutely love this idea and the song is so good for this !! hope you enjoy !! 🫶🏻

warnings: besides like killing walkers, none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i’m working on a ton of stories that’ll hopefully be posted throughout out the week so stay tuned for those :))

you breathed heavily, and sweat dripped down your face as you looked up, facing the hoard of walkers coming towards you. there were already multiple dead by your feet, but they still wanted more.

your right hand raised, the grip you had on the rusted machete tightened. when they got closer to you, you started to slice their heads off with ease. you didn’t care about the dead blood splashing onto you in that moment.

before you could slice the last walkers head off, someone had beaten you to it. you looked over with a glare, “who the hell are you?”

“i’m Glenn.” he spoke cautiously, almost like he was slowly approaching a wild animal. “okay, Glenn. what are you doing here?”

“my group has been keeping track of that hoard. i went to check on it but i saw they were all coming after you. figured you needed help.” he explained.

“i don’t need your help. or your groups help. you can go back to them now and leave me the hell alone.” you hissed out.

“are you out here alone?” he asked, ignoring everything you just said. “yeah, i am. why the fuck does it matter to you?”

“if you come back with me, you’ll be safer than you are now. we have food, water, and everything you’ll need.” he offered, he had a trusting voice, but you couldn’t give in so soon.

you scoffed, “how dumb do you think i am? for all i know, your entire group are just a bunch of freaks waiting to kill me right when i get there.”

“we won’t kill you unless you give us a reason to kill you.” he stated firmly. “we know the difference between good and bad.”

“good for you.” you told him. “now leave. i don’t need your help.”

“you don’t have any food or water, what are you gonna do when you can’t find any at all? give up? if you want to live, then come with me and my group. we have what you need to survive.” he said, his voice raising slightly.

the two of you stared at each other for a long while. you didn’t know what to think. Glenn was certainly the nicest person you’ve run into in this apocalypse, but something inside you just kept telling you to run and stay away from them.

“you don’t have to trust us right away.” Glenn spoke up again. “but in this world now, we’re the good guys. whether you see it or not, we are.”

“fine.” you spoke. “i’ll come with you. but if any of you try to hurt me, i’ll have every single one of your heads sliced off your bodies in seconds.”

he chuckled, “you’re definitely gonna get along with someone in my group. what’s your name, by the way?”

“Y/N.” you responded as you started to follow him to wherever he was going. it still felt insane to do this, but you couldn’t turn down food or water. especially since you haven’t been having any luck in finding any. 

“Y/N,” he repeated. “we’re not far from where we’re staying right now. just a few minutes away.” you nodded. while he walked mindlessly through the woods, you kept checking your surroundings.

the rest of the walk was silent. and after a few more minutes, a barn came into your sight. “we’re staying here for now. until we find a safer place. but we just escaped some bad people so this was the best we could find.”

you shrugged, “it’s better than any place i stayed in.”

he stopped at the door, and put his hand out in front of you. “stay here for a moment. everyone gets defensive when there’s a new person.”

“oh, good.” you mumbled under your breath. Glenn opened the barn door lightly and peeked his head in.

“hey, guys? i uh, i found someone.” he spoke hesitantly. he then motioned his hand for you to walk inside the barn with him. you walked in slowly.

immediately, everyone had raised every weapon they were holding at you. you dropped the machete and put your hands up to show you weren’t going to hurt them.

“guys, this is-“

“Y/N?” another voice cut Glenn off. the way they said it was so familiar… and so comforting, but it couldn’t have been what you were thinking. that’s impossible, right?

you looked over in the direction of the voice, and then they lowered their gun and their face became visible. “oh my god,” you choked out.

“Rosita.” you whispered. she stepped out from where she was standing, and didn’t waste a second to run at you, engulfing you in the tightest hug. “you’re alive.” she cried into your neck.

“you know each other?” Glenn asked. Rosita removed her head from your neck, taking your face in both of her hands and pulling you into a deep kiss.

Glenn looked at the others with wide eyes, and they all mirrored the same look.

“are you okay?!” Rosita asked worriedly after pulling away from the kiss. “are- are you bit? or scratched or-“

“i’m fine, Ro.” you chuckled, your demeanor completely changing within those few minutes. “just a bit bloody. was fighting a hoard.”

“i found Y/N fighting the hoard we were keeping track of. almost couldn’t get her to come back with me.” Glenn told Rosita. she turned back to you, “why were you fighting it alone? do you even have food? or water?”

you shook your head. Rosita looked over at the rest of the group, who were still looking at you like you were an alien that just flew down from space. “can someone get a bottle of water and a can of something?”

one guy stood up and started to dig through one of the many bags that lied around the floor. while he did so, Rosita pulled you into a corner of the barn.

“why were you fighting it alone?” she asked, “you could’ve gotten hurt. or bit, Y/N. and with no food?!”

“i had nowhere to go and they just kept coming. my only choice was to kill them. and- i couldn’t find any food. i haven’t for days. even the fucking squirrels are gone.” for a reason you didn’t understand, Rosita laughed at that last sentence. you furrowed your eyebrows and was about to ask what was funny, but then the man came up to you with food and water.

“Y/N, this is Rick Grimes. he’s the leader of our group.” Rosita explained as he handed you everything. “Rick, thank you.” you told him.

“of course. is it… okay if i ask you a few questions?” you opened your mouth to respond, but Rosita talked first. “not now, Rick. just let me be with her for a while.”

he nodded understandingly. you sat down on the floor as you opened the can, digging right into the food. you didn’t care what it was or how bad it tasted, you would eat anything that was offered at this point.

“i thought you died.” Rosita said quietly. “i-i went to your house after it broke out, and you were already gone. it was empty.” her voice cracked slightly as the memory came back to her.

“i spent so long looking for you. and- in order to think clearly about this, i had to assume you were dead.” you set the can down and moved closer to her. she leaned her forehead on yours, “i thought you were dead, too.” you admitted in a whisper.

“fighting like this, i did it for you. staying strong no matter what the truth was, i’m still here because i did it for you.”

Rosita connected your lips once more. you forgot how heavenly this felt, her lips moving in sync with yours perfectly. “i love you so much.” she whispered against your lips.

“i love you too, Ro. i’ll never stop loving you.” you whispered back, connecting your lips once more.

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita twd #twd rosita #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

[scaredshadowsswap]

SCP Personnel and Snooping

In the SCP Foundation, there are loads of secrets, and it’s natural to be curious. However, not every senior researcher will let you view information above your clearance. Here’s what I think you could get away with.

Clef

Clef is tough. You can hypothetically get away with anything, but he won’t make it too easy. If you ask him personally, he’ll give you a different answer every time, and any version of his stories could be true. If you try to use his clearance to view something, he might laugh and help you, or he might report you. His motives are…generally unclear, so while you could hypothetically figure something out, think about how he could possibly react. You’ll probably eventually realize that he is a very clever manipulator, and will say whatever he can to try and prevent you from searching for information not meant for you. By the time you realize, it’ll probably have worked. He’s not gonna react the way you think he will, but consider how me might react anyway. Don’t think for a moment that he believes that you’ve “punished yourself enough by learning this” or any of that garbage. If you screw up, he’ll come up with some creative punishment on top of the paralyzing fear or whatever natural consequence came of it. If he thinks you’re prying for something that extends beyond the realm of “being curious”, he might shoot you right then and there. For example, looking for SCP-001 is just basic curiosity, and he’ll stop that soon enough. Looking into MTF dockets and reading every piece of information on them is suspicious, and you will die. You have no reason to be there. Also, if the Foundation ever figures out, he’s not gonna get in trouble for your actions. He’d most likely lie if it paints him in a better light. He’ll sit back and laugh as you get demoted.

Kondraki

Kondraki is known for water cooler gossip, so he gets how enticing information like that can be. He probably won’t care at all and won’t try to stop you, unless you put him at risk of getting in trouble. Things like using his clearance or looking through his desk will get you in trouble for sure. Other than that, go wild. He’s definitely found out stuff he wasn’t supposed to, so he’s not gonna get upset if you do the same. However, he’s not gonna help you run from the consequences of your actions, either. Whatever the consequences are, you get to deal with them by yourself. Kondraki takes a very “hands-off” approach to this, which gives him deniability. He didn’t see you do anything, he won’t say anything. One of his earlier assistants died after looking at a cognitohazard. When he was interviewed, Kondraki simply stated: “Dr. ████ fucked around. Dr. ████ found out.”

Gears

Gears will absolutely not help you learn anything you’re not supposed to. The Assistant Director of Site-19 did not get there by being lenient with restrictions. That being said, I’m not sure Gears would catch on that easily to what you’re doing. He’s generally emotionless, which doesn’t mean he can’t read others’ emotions, but it means he could miss tiny details that make you look suspicious. With Clef and Kondraki, there’s no way you could hide the fact that you’re looking into Foundation secrets. With Gears, he would probably miss it, whether that be due to his ability to comprehend emotions or sleep deprivation. Just don’t get caught, and you’ll be okay.

Glass

Glass is reporting you and then firing you immediately. I’m not actually sure if he has the power to fire anyone, but he will make sure it happens. The reason is simply because the information he works with is heavily confidential, and although it can be accessed in some situations, Glass’s morals stand strong. Unless he gets a direct order demanding anything else, he keeps strict confidentiality on what his patients tell him. You accessing any of his files is a huge breach of trust for his patients, and even if the specific file wasn’t confidential, there is no way Glass’ll trust you enough to work with you anymore. If you’re trying to figure out something about an SCP…why? You don’t work with them. If it’s an SCP, Glass’ll probably just talk to you. Maybe he’ll file an incident report, but at least he won’t think that you’re breaking the trust of others.

Shaw

Shaw will outright tell you stuff you don’t have clearance for. Considering they have clearance to pretty much everything, you just need to ask. However, you’ll probably have to explain why you wanted to know, and that can get embarrassing sometimes. If they’re putting you with Shaw, they’re expecting you to keep them in check a little, so you probably wouldn’t be the snooping type to begin with. Shaw doesn’t really report to anyone, so go wild I guess. It’s up to them if you get in trouble, and I don’t think Shaw would do anything unless you were acting super suspicious.

Strelnikov

It’s hard to find out any information as a researcher. As a Task Force member? They don’t even tell you vital info about the things you’re trying to contain. Strelnikov won’t report you for looking at stuff not meant for your eyes, but don’t think for a moment that he’s okay with it. He believes firmly in loyalty, and that loyalty means blind trust sometimes. If you’re looking at files above your clearance and he catches you, he’ll assume you don’t trust him or the other agents on your team. How can he trust you if you don’t trust him? Your next missions will be dangerous because he doesn’t trust you.

Rights

Rights is gonna be disappointed. She’ll be calm about it, but she’ll probably put restrictions onto your electronics and stuff. She may or may not fill out a report depending on what you looked at, but she’ll tell her friends about what you did, so you’ll have to deal with random people knowing what SCP you were researching. If you looked at the MTF dockets for information on an agent you had a crush on? You’d never live it down. Shaw would loudly proclaim your love in the cafeteria, and then everyone would know. Regardless, she gets where you’re coming from, but you need to understand that the rules are in place for a reason, so do not expect any help from her when you’re trying to break them.

#scp headcanons #scp #scp fandom #scp foundation #dr alto clef #dr clef #alto clef #agent strelnikov #dr gears #gears scp #dr kondraki #benjamin kondraki #dr rights #simon glass #dr glass #dr shaw

[lorelei-system]

I’m gonna try to explain something I’ve been wanting to post about all day. It might not make much sense (it did last night), but I’ll try.

I was able to feel “the fear” again. This strong emotion that comes sometimes at night, without any connected memories.

It came last night, when I was trying to “dig” again, going through memories and trying to figure out what could have happened (trying to remember trauma that I can’t even prove happened).

What I take away from that experience is:

Someone made us legitimately afraid for our life. This fear wasn’t caused by someone just doing something to us. We were threatened. This fear is the absolute certainty that we are going to be seriously hurt or killed.

I got the idea that it was very likely connected to a place or person we afterwards avoided. I remember the feeling of avoiding certain places at all costs. Only one of them I can remember. If something happened there it was likely a stranger or neighbor.

I’ve always figured it was most likely a family member (for reasons I’m not getting into right now). I’m not sure about that now. I also have a particular memory that may have been a dream that could be the reason for this fear. That is if it is a memory. I don’t know. But that dream/memory suggests that it was a group of strangers.

The memories I was cycling through last night triggering “the fear” means, to me, that I may be close to the truth. Still, there are several possibilities, and I would like to know which one is correct.

I know digging for trauma is not great. But I hate not knowing what happened. I want to be able to finally tell family members. I don’t want to feel like I’m keeping secrets, even from myself. I can’t trust anyone because I don’t know whether they abused us or not. So yeah. I will keep digging. I can’t help myself. Nothing could be worse than not knowing, and feeling like I’m crazy or just making it up because I don’t remember.

#did alter #did osdd #did system #actually did #osdd system #osddid #poppy speaks #this is mostly personal #dissociative amnesia

[wormbloggign]

Glenn Chambers wore plaid pants with red and green, and a pink dress shirt, His belt bore a buckle with the PRT logo on it. His hair had changed too, parted neatly into what I assumed was ‘geek chic’, and the glasses had changed as well, with thick, round frames. An ID card hung around his neck. He didn’t fit any of those particular archetypes.

i love how shit his fits are. this man CANNOT dress. let him micromanage every aspect of your persona.

“Go, and hurry,” Glenn said.  “Tell them to fix it and cast another prototype before the run starts.  These are toys, they’ll be in the hands of children and collectors both.  The people who are buying these are fans.  What’s it going to say if their most immediate association with Esoteric is the broken toy sitting on a shelf?  It’s going to convey that he’s flimsy.”

ok thats just poor organisation, you'd have the base construction and elements of the doll figured out WELL before you start working on its visage. glenn has dropped in my opinion of him

“I asked to speak to you because I wanted you to know about the damage that’s being done.” “Ah, this is about the butterflies.” “It’s about a lot more than butterflies.  It’s the whole mindset.  The attitude of the heroes.  I’d talk to Chevalier, but he’s too busy.  I’d talk to Rime, but she’s recovering from being shot three times.  You’re the only other person I’ve met so far who really seems to be in a position to know what I’m talking about.  Besides, as far as I can figure, image and PR seem to be at the heart of the problem.”

she's back to her favourite pastime. (i genuinely love everytime she does this)

“The focus isn’t on lethal or nonlethal,” Glenn said. “It’s on whether we can trust you to keep on the path you’re walking. If you start taking shortcuts now, what happens a year down the line? If we decide you can go all-out in one specific situation, does that open the door for another?”

genuinely good point, good to see glenn is trying hard to properly vett new capes

taylor goes so hard as a monster i really do love it

“Until I turn eighteen,” I said, feeling a little hollow.

that's less than a year, you can handle that.

Chevalier approached.  “You murdered two people.  Three, going by your admission while in custody.  Two PRT directors, one major hero.  When Dragon and Defiant suggested we bring you on board, we were divided.  It was Glenn who offered the compromise that we ultimately agreed to.  This compromise.” I glanced at Glenn, who shrugged. Glenn?

glenn wanted an excuse to integrate hexagon tiling into NEW PRT advertising didnt he

“That’s why you’re waiting two years?  You think that it’ll take that long to vet me, before you can give me actual responsibility?”

two years? didnt she turn 17 around the time coil did his big bombing run? did she just forget?

LETS FUCKGIN GOOOOOO

that's genuinely horrifying, thanks

Mail from all around the United states.  From strangers, from fans. Words of support.  Criticism.  Death threats.

this is functionally the first time the general public has had the chance to communicate directly to her. yeah i expected as much

hes bumbling 🥺🥺🥺

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! what the fuck???

aishas doing great actually

lisa is lisa-ing

Atlas died.  I wanted to let you know.  Tattletale had him, but he wouldn’t eat or move.  We asked for him, and we found a place for him.  The guys say they think they know a good way to make a mold.  They’re covering him in brass. A way of saying you’re still with us.  Take care of yourself. -Char

MY BOY ;-;

silly goofy, rachels going through it.

overall, taylors polycule miss her and the others have their own thing

Withdrawing a notepad, I started sketching out the designs I was thinking of. Alterations to the costume, weapon ideas, tools and concepts.

!!!! !!!!

The costume Defiant and Dragon had given me was theirs, not mine.  The fighting style that had been dictated was Glenn’s and Chevalier’s. This, this would be me.

im gonna have to draw her new costume too when it get out arent i.

(we are pretending like im not incredibly excited about this development)

#liveblogging worm #Drone 23.3

[devils-dares]

M!reader x Matt Murdock 19 and 4 from childhood best friends prompt

#4 - being much more open with each other than with anyone else

#19 - waiting for the right moment to confess their feelings (bonus: it has been ages)

wordcount: 581

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He felt the sadness rolling off of you in waves before you even said a word. The aura of stress surrounding you was strong, and he knew why, he just wished he had a way to help.

“Family again?” He asks, and you just simply nod before bursting into tears in his arms.

“God they’re just so exhausting.” He rubs your back, tucking your head in the crook of his neck as he lets you sob more.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He says.

“Look at me, complaining about my family, I shouldn’t have come to you for this.” He shakes his head.

“It’s okay, it’s like filling in all the blank spaces of everything I missed. I live my family life through yours.”

“Even the bad parts?”

“Especially the bad parts.”

“I’m sorry for barging in here and crying.”

“You’re good, I just wish there was some other way I could help.”

“Just a hug is enough.” He smiles softly and squeezes you tighter, dragging you to the couch once you pull away.

“C’mere.” He says once you sit, lifting his arm so you can tuck under it.

“You know,” you say, settled into his side, “no one else other than you knows about it.” He nods.

“I guessed as much. It’s a pretty sensitive topic. I’m just glad you trust me enough to tell me about it.” A moment of quiet rolls over the two of you, your ear directly over Matt’s heart to hear his steady beats.

“Look at us, hm?” You say.

“The apartment of dysfunctional families.” He answers with a laugh.

“Yeah,” you say, laughing as well, “but at least we have each other.”

“That we do.” His arm, slung over you, holds your arm and shakes it gently.

“I love you, Matty.” You say, nestling further into him.

“I love you too.” He knew your words were completely platonic, which sent a guilty twinge through his chest knowing his weren’t.

He’d learned of his feelings years ago, enjoying your presence a little differently than how he should’ve. What used to just be boys' night now turned into full sleepovers because he loved to be near you. Your voice sent warmth through him and he was scared of the fact that he was in love with you.

“You okay? You look… pensive.”

“Yeah,” he chokes on his words, “aces.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” You tell him, placing a hand on top of his.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re withholding information?”

“I’m not- I don’t-”

“You should know by now that you can’t lie to me.”

“I just,” he looks deep in thought for a few moments, trying to figure out whether or not he should say what’s on his mind.

“You like me. Like like me.” You say nonchalantly, whereas Matt’s choking on his own spit.

“Wha-”

“It’s obvious, lover boy. Nobody spends this much time with me willingly. Plus, you laugh at all my jokes. That’s just embarrassing, even for you.”

“Did you know I hate you?”

“Mhm.” You reply cheekily.

“Okay.” He lets a few more silent beats pass by.

“Okay, I’m gonna kiss you.” You grab his face and kiss him, his little squeak of surprise passing quickly before he responds with more fervor.

You part, both of you gasping for air but refusing to let go of each other.

“Was that everything you wished for?” You ask jokingly. He chuckles.

“Everything and more.”

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yeah i agree bringing the dsmp into why qsmp!quackity cares about q!wilbur is ridiculous. gotta say that bringing in the meta of cc!quackity loving to do roleplay with wilbur is kind of fair because when you discuss the qsmp story it's hard not to have a little bit of meta. like how characters having stronger relationships based on the fact that creators play more with other creators that have similar time zones as them. or an egg having a difference in personality because another admin is playing them. or the characters having strong relationships right off the bat because the people playing them knew each other before the qsmp even though it doesn't make much sense in canon because these characters have just met. like phil and tubbo for example, q!tubbo canonically doesn't remember anything before defrosting but he immediately trusts q!phil more than anyone.

in the end q!will is always going to have a place in q!quack's heart and honestly it does make sense in canon as q!will was q!quackity's friend before he went on tour. you can argue they haven't had that many interactions but q!q hasn't had many more interactions with richas than wilbur. and had even less with tallulah. and it would be sad if roier was the only one on the list as he is the only person quackity interacted with a ton, was close to, and cared for him in return.

if you dislike it because of the shipping then that's fair but q!quackity does care for q!will whether it's romantic or platonic. apologies for the essay but I just constantly see you talk about how much you dislike q!tntduo and how it keeps being part of q!quackity's story soo

man, if this is about what i posted on my alt, i’m just gonna point this part out

i didn’t say qquackity doesn’t care for qwilbur. i said it’s canon that he does

but i don’t like bringing other servers into it, and i don’t like doylist explanations for character behavior. i see a lot of this coming from qtnt fans because i’m a quackity main and they make up a massive portion of the fanbase, so it’s really, really hard for me to avoid when i’m trying to find any content about the character i like.

i’m not even going to address the other points here because honestly i’m too tired and it’s not worth it. i’m trying to figure out how to say this politely, but like, man, if it upsets you that much, you don’t have to follow me on two different accounts? it just sounds like i’m really bothering you, and i don’t know what you want me to do about that

#tnt neg #long post