#specifically them worried over their impulsive boyfriends

[transbrucewayne]

F1 but it’s ultra specific ship dynamics that I need in order to enjoy the ship:

Versainz: baby’s first situationship (literally pentaltyboxbox’s art is my versainz thesis. “Ay, Max, no. I am not gay and neither are you” 🤨) teammates who weren’t supposed to like each other reluctantly becoming friends and then being intricately connected for the rest of their careers. But totally not in a gay way. Of course.

Chestappen: repressed catholic and some guy who needs dilf pussy so bad he wants to kill himself (this is deeply important to me)

Strollonso: Brat princess Lance. Heros and anti-heroes. I’m on the dark side. Tell Lance not to worry I just want to build a gap with the cars behind. You’re my fucking hero.

Carlando: Baby’s first situationship pt.2?? Lando with a massive crush, first real boyfriend Carlos….i need there to be angst. Lando fell first AND harder, etc.

Britcedes/Gewis: George fumbling all over himself trying to impress Lewis, Lewis just thinking he’s cute no matter what. It’s the coolest man alive/weird little freak he’s obsessed with pairing of my dreams. George: this is my boyfriend he’s cooler than me and also he’s cooler than all of you.

Maxiel: first love married divorced remarried pining missing something that maybe was never there will they won’t they one big game of gay chicken healing from baby’s first situationship etc etc etc (I adore them)

Dando: trying to find solace in another, longing for someone you can’t get back, subversion of expected dynamics (controversial: I fully believe Lando tops in this one). But also. They need to have one brain cell. Lando blabbing on about god knows what. Daniel sweating and popping a vein bc of how much he needs to kiss him.

Twinklaren/Landoscar: third time’s the charm, oh you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, tender glances, young love, first teammate crush syndrome

Danterri: we had something weird in the past. “Find another weed guy I can’t fuck with you…uhhhmm nothing personal I can’t fall in love right now and youre Everything I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah” (we’ve all seen that one web weaving.) Are you dating the female version of me?

Lecciardo: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN VEGAS. Charles needs dick from a guy with unstoppable charisma soooooo bad. Fueling each other’s impulsive sides, etc etc

Sebchal: baby’s first situationship (Charles’ version) (from the vault) I miss you so much I’m going to listen to breakup songs all night long. I still think of you every day. I named you twice in a list of drivers. You may even kiss. If it was the omegaverse Seb is so obviously an alpha.

Brocedes: if it doesn’t make me physically sick to my stomach with anguish I do not want it. I hope you die I hope we both die. Hand in unlovable hand. I still consider him my best friend in my heart. We’re not friends. Are they lovers? Worse.

Chewis (Charles/Lewis. I recognise this is also the name for Checo/Lewis. What is the Charles/Lewis name?) me and the bad bitch I pulled by being in violation of that one article section. You know the post. They suffer together. Kinship in joint pain. You’ve got a long future ahead of you. Praise kink.

Let me know if you want a part 2, if so, send ships you want!

#PLEASE SEND ME FIC RECS #versainz #chestappen #strollonso #carlando #britcedes #maxiel #dando #twinklaren #mctwinks #landoscar #danterri #lecciardo #sebchal #brocedes #chewis #my post #max verstappen #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #lance stroll #fernando alonso #lando norris #george russell #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #valterri bottas #sebastian vettel #nico rosberg #f1

[bitterchocoo]

Hey ! I wanted to ask for a Caelus (if you write for him) x male reader. The reader is like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (or Medicine Pocket of Reverse 1999 if you didn't watch Hazbin Hotel/not comfortable with it).

Just some general headcanon about how they would be together.

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Have a good day/night.

Caelus General Headcanon

Caelus | M. Reader as Alastor [Hazbin Hotel]

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"Salutations! Good to be back on the air!"

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First of all, the whole Astral Express will be telling him to stay away from this guy called, the Radio Demon.

They told him stories, tales, legends, all in efforts of trying to keep their newest member away from such a powerful being. One they shouldn't anger.

He kept that in mind of course, but somehow when he met you face to face he didn't even think that you're the one he's been warned about. You're just so.. friendly. With that constant smile and old time-y humor.

Penacony is an interesting place after all, so perhaps this deer-like man isn't that bad. You seem friendly enough. Plus, he wanted to have friends in this new place.

The moment he found out who you truly are, he was skeptical and felt a little betrayed. Someone he thought he could trust is... actually the last person you should ever trust.. He cut all communication after that, he just needs.. a little space.. some time to think through all of that..

Over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. You two became acquainted once more. Long-story-short, you two started dating! Knowing how the others might react, you two kept it a secret.

How did you two meet? At The Reverie. You were walking through the corridors until some guy ran into you. How brash.. You were about to give him a piece of your mind. I mean—who in the universe has the audacity to do that to you? The Radio Demon. That is until.. you saw how pitiful he looked. Like a kicked puppy. So you decided to show mercy and leave the poor guy alone.

The second time you guys meet will be at the Dreamscape, more specifically the Golden Hour. He saw you walked out of the tailor and decided to approach you, apologizing for crashing into you and offered to treat you to some Penacony's delicacies as an apology.

Being the "kind person" you are, you accept his apology. This little apology is practically your first date.

He loves your radio voice, it has a certain appeal to it. He could listen to it all day. Even if he doesn't understand what you're saying, he will still listen just because he loves your voice.

If you tell him you have a radio program, he would listen to it all day just so he could hear your voice.

You became overprotective of the Trailblazer and so.. you sent one of your shadows to follow him. Doesn't matter what star system he's in, you'll make sure your shadow follows him and ensure your beloved's safety.

This unintentionally became a whole running joke amongst the Nameless, because no matter how many trash cans he digs through, how many times he goes through danger headfirst, how much he would do things out of impulse. Caelus never get sick nor injured. If only they knew..

Anyone who dares touch you will face the consequences, but anyone who dares touch Caelus will meet their maker.

You would sometimes send gifts with your shadows or in some rare occasion, you'll teleport to where the shadow was just to spend some time with your handsome boyfriend.

But whenever Caelus wanted to introduce you to anyone, you immediately disappeared without a trace. Where did you go?

The reveal of your relationship is filled with surprise and dismay from everyone. Caelus? Dating the Radio Demon? Did they hear that right? The Radio Demon?!

The first few weeks, maybe even months after the reveal they're still worried about Caelus. This is you after all! The Radio Demon! Why should they let their guard down around someone like you?! You could kill all of them in an instant! Especially with that smile of yours.. that uncanny smile that seems to be permanently plastered on your face...

But as time passes by, they see how you treat your beloved boyfriend and maybe.. just maybe.. you're not as bad as they originally thought..?

Will beg you to lend him your staff. He will also beg you to let him touch your ear/hair (?)

He will be your anchor, the one who will keep you grounded to reality and not go full demon mode on anyone. As much as he finds it hot whenever his boyfriend uses his powers to their fullest potential, he doesn't want anyone getting injured or dying.

He would spend a long time at the Data Bank just to learn about old history to impress you and would definitely try learning old slangs too.

He would 100% learn how to waltz just so that he could waltz with you at the Parlor Car. The phonograph plays slow music as the two of you dance along with the vast starie galaxy.

You're a demon, yes, but you're still an old soul. So he figures you would like these stuff more than let's say... Aetherium Wars. So he's going to try his best to learn these old time-y things just for you!

#x male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x male reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x male reader #hsr caelus #caelus x reader #caelus x male reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for agreeing to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding even though I think she's making a huge mistake?

(Emojis so I recognize it 👰‍♀️💍🤵)

So my (24F) cousin Anna (21F) got engaged at the start of December. This was really surprising to me because the last time I saw her at Thanksgiving she was just starting to get back into dating via tinder after a couple bad breakups, and she wasn't actively seeing anyone yet. When I got home for Christmas break, my mother told me that Anna had gotten engaged to and moved in with her new boyfriend, Evan (~22/23M), an army guy she'd met three weeks before and that no one but her immediate family had even met yet.

Our family has always been pretty close, and this was concerning for a lot of reasons. 1) she literally just had a nasty breakup with her rebound boyfriend after a nasty breakup with her last long-term relationship, making this guy her 4th serious boyfriend this year, 2) she historically has very bad taste in men, every boyfriend she has ever had had treated her horribly and she ties her entire self-worth up into how her boyfriend sees her so she's literally never been single for more than a couple weeks since high school, 3) her older sister (28F) literally just left a 13 year abusive relationship with the guy who started grooming her when she was 15 and he was 28, 4) the groom is about to ship out for a 9 month deployment a month after their March wedding and military men are notorious for cheating or divorcing on long deployments, 5) she wants her dream wedding in March (giving us only 2 months to plan and fundraise), despite her parents already being in tight financial straits bc they started building a house right before unexpectedly needing to take in and help provide for their eldest daughter and her two kids and both my grandparents (who live with them) having sudden drops in their health to the point where my grandfather probably will pass in the next couple months and my grandmother could pass at any time (though tbf, were pretty sure no one has told Anna this since my grandparents don't want to scare her and her mom's in denial).

I also just really don't like the groom bc the one time I met him he made a ton of racist and homophobic jokes despite there being multiple black and queer family members present, but if that were the only thing I could probably bite my tongue since I don't think that's something that bothers her or anyone else in the family. I'm just really worried about her, since it seems like she's been going through something for a while and I know how hard this is on my whole family, especially my grandparents, since we all are really scared about what's going to happen to her if things go wrong and considering the circumstances, that's a good chance this will go wrong.

I want to make it clear, I do really want this to work out for her. She's head over heels in love and he seems to care about her too. I just don't expect it to go well and I've said as much to anyone who asked how I feel about it.

Here's where I could be the asshole: Anna's really having a hard time with the entire family telling her this is a bad and impulsive idea, feeling like everyone who has a problem with it isn't supporting her. She called and asked me to be a bridesmaid, specifically because "you've always looked out for and supported me even when no one else did, so I really want you to be my bridesmaid." I told her I would love to be there and support her however she wanted me to, and I fully intend to be the best bridesmaid I can be because I want this to be a happy memory for her and to take as much stress off her and her parents as possible. But now she thinks I support this marriage when I definitely don't and have been open about that with both our moms as well as her sister (the maid of honor), my SIL (also a bridesmaid), and my brother (a groomsman), all of whom are in the same boat.

So, am I the asshole for agreeing to be my cousin's bridesmaid while thinking she's making a big mistake?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[felixsmeshglove]

piercings - skz boys

writers note: ; idk something about the skz boys wearing fake piercings and real piercings truly just has its grip on me. it’s not even fair. so, i decided to write about what piercing each member would get and a little bit of ideas about it please enjoy feedback is always appreciated

oh and this is excluding all of their original piercings, i know almost all of them have some variants and numbers of ear piercings, im talking about other types of piercings.

pairing(s) ; bang chan x reader, minho x reader, changbin x reader, hyunjin x reader, jisung x reader, felix x reader, seungmin x reader, jeongin x reader

content warnings ; 16+ (suggestive but no smut), body modification/piercings, gn!reader, uhh nipple piercings specifically?

bang ‘chris’ chan -;-

the piercing bang chan would be most likely to get would be a bridge piercing! i am so sure of this, honestly any nose piercing would look beautiful on him but frankly a bridge piercing would suit him the best.

~~~~~

you would initially be really stunned when you came over to visit, your eyes immediately snapping up to the pointed silver studs placed high up on the bridge of his nose.

immediately, his face would drop to worry. “you don’t like it. aish, i knew this was a bad idea. i shouldn’t have let them talk me into it-“

“n-no channie! no.. it- sorry, its just different is all. it looks nice really.”

you couldn’t help but just stare, you thought your boyfriend couldn’t get any more attractive. yeah… you thought wrong… he was just so pretty. especially with the slit eyebrow that he’d had from a recent concert that hadn’t grown back yet.

“cat got your tongue sweetheart?” he’d say with a chuckle.

“i uhm..” you’d try to say. chan would just gently grab your wrist, tugging you into the dorm and hugging you close with another deep, rumbling chuckle.

“so i’m keeping it?”

“you’re keeping it.”

lee “lee know” minho -;-

i think falling in line similarly with a fake piercing he’s worn before, he’d get spider bites on his right lip. the rest of his features are too soft to be broken up by some other facial piercing i feel like.

~~~~~

it took you longer than you cared to admit to notice. at first, you thought it was just for a music video they’d recorded. but then you noticed… minho hadn’t taken them off. you thought maybe it was for a new press style, but then.. the color changed. from silver to black. finally, while sitting on the sofa beside him you’d pipe up, “minho.. are.. those real..? did you really pierce yourself this time?”

“yeah? why not? does it look bad?” minho teased with a smirk, the smirk tugging the black rings along oh so slightly. fuck.

“you and i both know you look great, lino,” you’d say, trying to blow off the intense blush that had begun to bloom across your cheeks.

minho leaned in closer to you, ever the cocky blunt sexy individual that he was, his arm resting casually across the back of the couch. you hadn’t gotten to give minho a whole lot of love recently due to the band’s press business and whatnot, so you hadn’t yet had the chance to kiss him and notice the reality of his piercings.

“oh doll, you know i look great…” he said with a lowered, deeper voice.

almost as if he was reading your mind, he closed the gap between the two of you. cold metal tickled the edge of your lip as he did so, it seems almost somehow that this piercing made him even more bold than before.

you could get used to this.

seo changbin -;-

honestly changbin seems like a wildcard here but i think frankly an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow would suit his style the best. it’s truly a tie between this and an industrial. it depends on his mood when he was getting it honestly, as our dear binne seems to only have modes: cutie baby, and rough & dark. for the purposes of this imagine, we’ll go with the eyebrow piercing.

~~~~~

you were the first to know about changbin’s lovely little impulsive choice. why was that? why my dear y/n, this man dragged your poor ass to the appointment with him. he claimed over and over that he just needed moral support, but really it was just because sometimes it was so hard to get time with just you when he was so busy and he liked to take any chance he could.

he had the funniest response to the piercing too, as he kept an entirely stone face but tears streamed down his face.

at the end, he’d claimed it didn’t hurt even one bit. you knew he was probably just playing it up but you didn’t. changbin always made you laugh, you loved that about him.

“so, what do you think?” he asked you as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked over at you as you two began to roam the streets with time to kill after his piercing.

“looks nice on you, dwaekki,” you’d coo at him with a teasing nickname. you always thought he looked attractive no matter what look he tried to pull. at the end of the day he was still your precious dwaekki.

“its gonna look really nice on stage too, i hope you told your managers about this,” you add.

a slightly alarmed look takes over changbin’s face as his eyebrows raise slightly. this earns him a pained wince that he tries to bite back.

“right.. i should tell them, shouldn’t i?”

hwang hyunjin -;-

okay okay i will fuckin go to my grave on this one. first of all, hyunjin won’t settle for just one piercing. and no, this is not me being indecisive. i am absolutely convinced that he would get just a standard lip piercing but also nipple piercings. he’s just extra like that. that and i think that honestly him and jeongin are the most likely of the skz boys to get some sort of a body piercing.

~~~~~

you’d noticed quickly noticed as soon as hyunjin had stopped by your house that a shiny ring of metal adorned his plush lower lip. how could you not? it always seemed like anything hyunjin added to his face made him so much more stunning. the ever-doting partner you were, you spoke up.

“jinnie? did you forget to take off your jewelry before you left?”

“no? oh- this is real jagiya~” he cooed with his velvety voice, quickly resting his slender fingers against your hips and gently pulling you closer.

“when did you get that? i know you haven’t been able to visit for a bit but i figured in the pics you guys took it was just one of your fakes,” you’d responded with your face blooming with an intense blush.

“mmm almost two weeks ago now gongjunim~” he clarified, you could feel the metal that was warmed from his lips just barely brush against your own.

the ever devious little ferret boy he was, he waited for you to begin to reply. before you could even get a word out, however he crashed his lips against yours.

when you two finally pulled apart, he chuckled, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’ve got.. other ones too… but those are for later..~” hyunjin said with his eyes flicking down, a subtle gesture to his chest. cue your blush darkening seemingly infinitely.

“did they hurt?” you ask dumbly, eyes unfocused as you were too flustered to quite realize what you were even saying.

“jagiyaaa you had to ruin the moment? of course it hurt!” hyunjin whined, before the two of you erupted into giggles.

han jisung -;-

my dear sweet hannie he looks so nice in so much. i think the best thing that would fit his aesthetic though would be a nice subtle diamond nose stud. it would add such a cute asymmetric pop of interest to his face that would match literally anything he wore.

~~~~~

another ‘drag you along for moral support’ type of person but he actually needs moral support a little bit. fortunately, unlike binnie, jisung has a little more forethought to actually plan out what he wants, where he put it and actually requesting permission from the producers.

he’d even asked you. jisung knew you’d love him with anything but seeing him with a nose piercing seemed to just itch a special part of your brain the best way.

you held his hand sweetly as he sat at the chair, chewing on his lower lip nervously. you peppered his face with soft kisses before stepping back to allow the piercer to do his job. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, bracing himself for the pain. however, as quickly as it began, it was over. jisung blinked as he let go of your hand, the piercer making quick work of inserting the stud.

“good job jagi!” you smiled at him as he stood up, still a little stunned. ‘god he looks hot…’ you thought to yourself.

pushing back the thought jisung grinned and hugged you tight. “thank you for coming aegiya~”

in the taxi back to the dorm, your eyes kept flicking back to jisung’s new facial jewelry. “aegi~ aegiyaaa~” he giggled at you in a sing-song voice as he leaned forward to press a few sweet smooches to your cheek.

“it looks re-really n-nice, jagi,” you said softly, your mind finally settling out of your ‘gotta protect’ mindset and slipping back into your whipped little ‘god my boyfriend is hot’ mindset.

a wicked playful grin spread across jisung’s lips. man was he going to have a fun time with his new teasing topic.

lee ‘felix’ yongbok -;-

maybe this is my baby-stayness showing but i don’t remember any outfits where felix wore fake piercings so i don’t even have a baseline for what would look nice on him. that being said, for similar reasons that i mentioned for minho, a nose piercing would break up his gestures a little too much, but i think that he would also find too much inconvenience in having a lip piercing. thus we settle on a right eyebrow piercing to offset his left ear lobe piercings. felix already had the piercing but stopped wearing it for the sake of plot-

~~~~~

initially it was all just a joke. felix loved to send you selfies on snapchat and one day you found yourself particularly interested in the fake piercing filter. it had given him a stunning black bar eyebrow piercing, which sent a shiver to your core.

“lixie? you need to post that one,” you’d sent him in a voice message. fortunately, all of the stays had seemed to agree with you as well.

“do you really think i’d look good with an eyebrow piercing?” he’d shot a voice message back.

suddenly, your phone started to ring. felix was trying to facetime you? you answer.

when the call tunes in, your face immediately flushes a hot red as you see felix with a silver bar through his left brow. his eyes widen slightly at your reaction, before he chuckles softly.

“since when have you had that?!” you exclaim, lifting your free hand to cover your face in vain.

“i got it when i was seventeen i think, it was a stupid decision but i didn’t expect you to react this way babe,” felix says curiously as he smiles warmly. he loved seeing just how infatuated you were with him and how flustered he made you.

he felt the same exact way though, and he was never afraid to show it. you two always brought each other up. felix made a mental note to start wearing his piercing again.

kim seungmin -;-

fuck this exact thought forces my repressed seungmin bias to plague my thoughts exponentially. its hard for me to honestly pick anything other than a labret ring piercing for him. labret piercing seungmin ruins me inside i swear- also im sorry this one seemed to lean way more on seungmin’s perspective

~~~~~

seungmin didn’t actually intend to hide the piercing from you. in fact, he didn’t even hide it at all. however, you were under the impression that the piercing was simply a fake one like he’d used many times before. the producers always seemed to love seeing him in that type of piercing anyway.

you also weren’t normally allowed to kiss him while he had the fake on, lest it move or fall off. don’t get me wrong, he didn’t like the arrangement either. but alas, appeasing the producers was the choice he had to make.

this all culminated into a perfect front for him to actually go ahead and get the piercing. it served multiple purposes, he thought. as the producers seemed to have him wear the fake one more and more recently. his second, more favorite purpose was to drive you crazy. he saw how you seemed to practically drool over him especially whenever he wore the fake.

your phone lock screen was a photo of him wearing it from the last show he did wearing one for god’s sake.

he’d managed four and a half weeks before he finally cracked. most of the initial tenderness and pain of the healing piercing had subsided by then and he couldn’t hold back anymore. he just needed to kiss you again.

you’d just arrived to the studio, bags with drink carriers full of various drinks in your hands. you had barely set down the bags before seungmin seemed to usher you away from the other boys into a more secluded area of the studio.

pinning you against the wall, you try to protest in worry, “minnie your fake-“

he cuts you off. you immediately notice how this piercing doesn’t seem to move from it’s anchor point. he kisses you deeply, cupping your face with one hand and resting his opposite arm above your head. he holds the kiss for what feels like forever, before pulling away with a small huff.

“it’s real…”

yang jeongin -;-

okay, another wildcard but as the youngest i feel like in a classic himbo youngest fashion jeongin would get a belly button piercing. i don’t have much other reasoning other than that and i think he’d look hot with one tbh.

~~~~~

“y/n-ah! y/n-ah! look!” jeongin exclaimed happily as he grinned his big silly grin, scrambling up from the sofa he was sitting on in the lounge to see you when you’d entered the dorm. he lifted his shirt, and as you were about to turn away shyly and shout at him to not just undress in front of you, he stopped mid-chest.

your eyes widen as you blush, your attention immediately caught by the shiny silver jewelry that adorned the maknae’s belly.

“innie its- wow.” you say as you freeze in your tracks, stunned.

“do you like it? seungmin and hyunjin took me the other day it looks so cute right?” he giggled, the same wide silly grin plastered on his cheeks.

you definitely did like it. you were stunned, at a loss for words. jeongin let go of his shirt as his giggle turned more into a laugh.

“i wasn’t expecting you to do something so… bold?” you tried to choke out as jeongin pulled you close and hugged you. you could feel the piercing subtly through his shirt.

“i thought it would be fun and it looks nice doesn’t it? just wait until i can start using all the cool jewelry when this heals,” jeongin said with teasing excitement

“oh god jeongin-baby you’re going to be the death of me,” you said with a mock groan, laughing softly as you kissed his jawline. “i just gotta ask though, why the belly button?”

you were only met with a shrug as jeongin spoke, “not really sure, i was looking at pictures and i saw not a lot of guys get it.”

fair, but to you this was all the more reason to be so enamored by it. the rarity. jeongin was truly a special creature…

#raeraewrites #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz bang chan #skz lee know #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz han #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz in #bang chan x reader #minho x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #felix lee x reader #yongbok x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #in x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz #stray kids

[artzzyb00-27]

{❤️Brotherly Advice❤️}

Mona Lisa/Y'Gythgba is here!

Y'Gythgba. His Mona Lisa. The most beautiful and strongest woman Raph's ever met. Well lizard lady, but his opinion still stands. Despite her scaled features, Y'Gythgba has been one of the sweetest souls he and his brothers have had the pleasure of working with.

Surprisingly enough, basing their initial opinions on an alien ship that landed in the water of the Hudson without people suspecting anything. When Donnie's UFO detectors went coocoo over a giant Star Trek looking navigating system, they all immediately panicked thinking it was another Krang attack. Turns out the Salamandrians were only there to retrieve an old artifact left by there ancestors on midgard while it was still in it's early stages of evolution.

Unaware of the fact that the turtles were friends and not foes a battle broke out. Specifically between the commander and his right hand. Their advanced spears and knives surprised the brothers but they were to hold their own. For about 8 minutes. Y'Gythgba came in and swept through the quartet and dazzled the second oldest. Her style of fighting resembled Tai Chi and Kung Fu mixed together.

Efficiently sweeping the red-clad turtle off his feet. Literally and poetically. After explanations rang out she pulled them up off the floor despite the height differences and apologized profusely.

"It's alright."

"Don't worry about, I respect a well trained fighter."

"No worries girl, I'll gladly get my ass kicked by a pretty girl."

"........" The brothers turned to look at Raph who was looking,... shy?

Gaining weird expressions Y'Gythgba thought Raph was angry at her still and went up to him.

"I really am sorry, I wouldn't have attacked on impulse if I knew you were on my people's side and would get upset about it." Shit. His heart sped up. By a lot. Panicking he quickly shot down her thought process.

"No, no no no! I'm not upset! I'm actually impressed you're really strong and kick ass!" Okay now Donnie thinks he's having a stroke. Cause how the hell did Raph get his ass handed to him by someone who's a whole smaller than him(he's 7,1) and not get embarrassed when she used her tail to lift him up like a 5 pound weight.

After reassuring that they weren't here to take over Earth, the turtles returned to their home and began questioning their brother.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

"The way you got all shell-shy with that lizard lady?" Leave it to Mikey to bombshell everything. This time though, Leo would let it slide, especially when his little brother seemed to gained a puppy crush after years. The only ones they've had were on celebrities. Men and women.

"What? She's awesome. I wanna take her to Tom's, sue me." Raph gained a nervous smile but was lost in thought. Leo smirked, he's got it bad.

"Wow, you've really got a crush on this Salamandra hottie?" Raph semi-glared at his little brother who through himself on his brother with an arm over his shoulders. Whilst Donnie smacked him on the back of the head for his brother. But continued on from the comment.

"I'll admit I'm surprised she's your type. She's smaller, stronger, and a more efficient fighter than any of us." Nodding in slight agreement, Leo thought about it a little. He didn't expect Raph to like a girl Y'Gythgba. He expected someone more cutesy and human. That is till-

"Exactly! What a woman." Yup. He's gone. Well, if it was going to continue, he wanted Raph to actually know what he was doing before hand.

"Well if you want any advice-"

"Please! You and bunny boy are going strong, no? You two can help-, no offence guys." The other two siblings shrugged and walked off to do something around the lair. Mikey probably went to go find Splinter and Donnie to work on an unfinished project. Rolling his eyes, leader in blue thought fondly  of his small boyfriend. They'd been going strong for about a year and a half. So Leo became the Sudo for his younger brothers on how functional relationships work.

"Alright hold up, lemme call him." Pulling out his phone, Leo smiled into the call and asked his lover to come over. Raph found himself smiling too. Thinking it must feel nice to have someone be your outer-soul. Raph didn't like "other-half". To him personally, he was already whole, he's just adding some sprinkles to the perfect milkshake.

Ten minutes later, Usagi sped into the lair and threw himself at Leo who caught him and spun him around. Clearing his throat Raph turned their attention to him.

"Cute, but can we get back to my problem please?" Rolling their eyes they all went into Leo's room and closed the door for privacy.

"So what do you want to know?"

"Well I know how you got together, I was there." The pair smiled at the memory. These sick fucks. "But I want to know if you had plans to confess differently."

Thinking for a bit Usagi shook his head and turned to Leo. Sighing he started talking pulling Usagi closer.

"I wanted to ask him in place important to us. So first things first, form a platonic bond first. And not just one that's on and off talking. One where she becomes one of your best friends. That'll be easy seeing as you don't have many other friends to begin with." If he could, he would flip of Leo.

Usagi got the message somehow and pinched Leos' side with a smug look.

"If I hadn't been caught rambling about how hard I fell for this guy then I probably would've shown him somewhere that's important to me and confessed their. Like my hidey hole. Only Leo and Uki know where it is." That's why Leo turned off his location sometimes. Gross.

Thinking it over, Raph decided the next time he had the chance he would ask if Y'Gythgba wanted a T-phone to communicate with all of them easier. With the side intention of speaking one-on-one. Even better because the could set up private meetings easier without scouring the Hudson for an invisible ship.

So that's what he did. At least what he tried to do. When he found the ship he Y'Gythgba sitting on the edge of the ship looking out to the city. Piulling off some ninja moves(totally not to impress her) he landed next to her and sat down.

"Hi."

"Hello." She smiled. Ralph could only gaze into her eyes slightly. They were cognac brown and she had weirdly shaped pupils, but for some reason he found it cute. Made her more interesting to him.

"How you liking Earth so far?"

"It's beautiful, although I wish we didn't have to hide from most of the population."

"I hear you. Me and my brothers have to stay hidden to protect them. Sucks that they don't even know it's us and not the people who are supposed to defend them."

Tilting her head in confusion and thought she spoke again.

"That doesn't seem fair. You risk your lives for a civilization that doesn't even appreciate you."

Ralph chuckled softly. It was nice for someone other than him to be frustrated by the fact that, yeah, they risked their necks for people that would scream at the mere touch of them.

"It's not that bad. At least we get to pull pranks on people sometimes."

"Pranks?"

Light bulb. He knew how he could bond with her and show her how to relax Earth style. May Loki have mercy on Donnie's lab experiments.

#bay tmnt #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #bayverse turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2016 #tmnt #bayverse tmnt fanfic #tmnt bayverse #tmnt oots #raph x mona #bayverse mona lisa #mona lisa #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt fanfic #tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt mona lisa

[thebardisabird]

This came entirely at the inspiration of @trashmansketches​ so thank them for this! Tit for tat baby, we’re clearly horrible influences to each other lmao

Here are some headcanon-y, scenario-y things for how the brothers would react if you shaved the side(s) of your head! No gender specifics here, because obvs anyone can shave their head! 😊 Under the cut:

Osomatsu

With Osomatsu you felt like things were so simple. So why did you feel so nervous?! You’d been planning to do this for months now, so when the buzzer finally took off the last of the hair you lined it up to, your nerves started to get the better of you. Unluckily for you, you didn’t have much time to think about it.  “Baaaabe, where are youuu, let’s go get fried ri-”  He stops short as soon as he sees you. Your blood runs cold. Turning around you stutter out, “O-Osomatsu, well, you see-” “Woahhh you look cool!”  This surprises you for a second. He liked it? “You...you think so?” He sports a reassuring grin, “Hell yeah! I mean you were always hot - but this makes you look super hot!” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, though you had to admit, it made you feel so much better. 

Karamatsu 

“Okay...” you breathed, checking both sides of your head in the mirror, “Looks about right.” You felt tremendously good about this. Almost like a weight was off you. The apprehension you felt in your chest was from whether or not Karamatsu would feel the same. You tie your hair back for the moment, still deciding what you want to do with the rest of your locks.  You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to quickly grab a drink,  “Ah, my heart, I was hoping to catch you, I-” he blinks at he stops to take in your appearance; his stare beelining for your new haircut. His eyes become a bit too much for you and you snap your own shut, stumbling on an apology for not telling him what your plans were, but he shushes you with a quiet gentleness.  “Can I touch it?” asks your boyfriend. You peek open your eyes and give him a slight nod. His fingertips connect with your jaw, sliding up your cheek and carefully graze over the freshly buzzed area. His sigh is soft, and when you open your eyes his face spells out a look of sheer adoration. You feel his thumb stroke just behind your ear before he delicately croons, “You look wonderful, my love.” 

Choromatsu

You had to keep telling yourself it would be fine. He’d understand right? It’s just hair! It’ll grow back! Oh god, what if he hates it? The nervous chatter in your mind had you digging your nails into your leg. Choromatsu would be home any moment now and you had made quite the impulse decision with the way you’d cleanly shaved the hair off of the side of your head. However, you didn’t expect to love it the way you did. Yet...you couldn’t deny how much it worried you what your significant other would think. Choromatsu ran it pretty straight laced - and impulse decisions got him bullied by his brothers often. Would he truly dislike what you’ve done? Snapping you out of your thoughts, the lock turned, one green plaid matsu shuffling himself into your shared home. “Ah, the line at the store was long, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting!”  When he saw, your appearance had him stunned. The bags in his hands fell with a heavy thud. A response that made sadness start to rise in your belly. To your surprise, he hollered your name with a high pitch keen - suddenly on his knees in front of you. Hearts swirled in his eyes, his hands clasped in lovesick delight. “So cute! So cute! So cuuuuute!” he screamed, wiggling in boyish admiration. It finally hit you that he was fawning over you - clearly being quite the fan of your new look. 

Ichimatsu 

There was pride on your face after the first few swipes. It was something completely different for you, but something you've been wanting to try for a while now. You were right to do so too, it felt great to have the sides of your head on the lighter side. The buzz of the clipper hid the sounds of feet that had made their way inside the house. You blew on the appliance, loosening a few stuck on hairs before flipping your stance to start on the other side. "Ha...? You didn't tell me you were changing your hair," came a tired voice. The yelp you let out was indicative of how easily he snuck up you. Ichimatsu leaned on the doorframe, his eyes wandering over the side of your head that was untouched, and the side that was already long gone. Drifting downward, he took in the lost tendrils of hair on the ground, separated from you. You bit your lip in apprehension, did he not like it?He hummed to himself, approaching you slowly. His fingers gently took the end of a lock of hair that sat on your shoulder, twirling it in his fingers. A small smile crossed his lips, "It looks good...think you could do mine when you're done?" The feeling of your heart soaring was indescribable.

Jyushimatsu

"Helloooooo in there!" came a sudden shout at the bathroom door. You heart was sent into your throat, you hadn't expected your boyfriend home so soon. The soft buzzing at your head had only completed half of your task at hand. "J-Jyushi! I'll be out in a minute!" you called back. He jovially replied with a quick affirmative and bounced away from the door. A sigh escaped you, and you carefully went back to work - making sure both sides were even. It took a few more moments before you were completely satisfied, and a few minutes after to clean up the remnants.

When you opened the door you were met with a wide smile and two very curious eyes. Jyushimatsu tilted his head, giving you a good once over before exclaiming, "Oh!" With his curiosity building, the yellow matsu bounced around you, his sounds of "Oh!" "Ohhh!" "Oooooooh!" chiming away. His arms shot up, sleeves moving in a wavelike pattern, "I LIKE IT!" You smiled instantly, "You do, Jyushi?! Does it look okay?" He nodded furiously at your question, "I like it a lot! Good for wind resistance!" It was your turn to shake your head, "Jyushi..." He laughs softly, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I really do it like it though!" The warmth in the way he beamed at you reassured you he was being nothing but genuine.

Todomatsu

If there's anything you felt you'd made a great decision on, it was this. With some bravery and a really good buzzer, you finally managed to shave the side of your head. You took a good long look at the lost hair on the ground, nodding as you mentally doubled down with how pleased you were. Your boyfriend was waiting in the living room idly scrolling on his phone. Initially you told you were just going to the bathroom before you would sit down and catch up on your shows together, but this was actually your plan. He heard you step out of the bathroom, "Finallyyy" whined Todomatsu, "I thought you'd never get out of..." You had swept what length of your hair remained to one side, the neat shave of the buzzed side out on display. Todomatsu's expressions started at shock, slipped into an open mouthed grin, and ended with a delighted smirk. "Wowwww" he purred playfully, "The edgy look suits you perfectly, gorgeous." You flushed at his words, "Todomatsu..." He sat up, his laugh light at heart, "I'm serious! You look really good like that. Did you do that by yourself?" He was impressed when you said yes, leaning in close to inspect your work. His nod was one of approval, "And here I thought you couldn't get any cuter." "Todomatsu!" "Ow! Don't smack my arm!"

The both of you would talk about the possibility of giving him an undercut after that.

#ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu x reader #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #karamatsu x reader #choromatsu #choromatsu matsuno #choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu #ichimatsu x reader #ichimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu #jyushimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu x reader #todomatsu matsuno #todomatsu #todomatsu x reader #x reader #ososan imagines #osomatsu san imagines #ososan fanfiction #osomatsu san fanfiction #hairstyle

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

warning: anon ask referring to self-harm and relapsing.

last night i relapsed on my self harm streak of about 1 year. feeling so guilty and so shitty. worried my boyfriend and felt so fucking disgusting about that. i hate myself i hate that i did this because it was all for nothing. im just as anxious as i was and feeling even worse bc i left my boyfriend so fucking worried. i havent spoken to him since last night after i told him how sorry i was that im getting him involved in this bs. i know i know i cant expect him to not worry or be scared but i feel so bad that he is doing that in the first place. i hate that im scaring him and i hate that i make him feel like he cant help me. i went off all my socials and told him i need sometime. i want to talk to him about this, i want to not be so impulsive and anxious and i want to not let him be so scared all the time. i hate this i hate it sm. send helpppp

"I'm stuck." "I did all that and I'm still like this." "I haven't changed." "I'm never going to change." "I can't break the cycle." "I fucked up and I can't get away from these thoughts, I worked this hard for this long and somehow I'm still trapped by my demons and one day I might..."

Yeah, I know.

"Lose."

I know you might feel as if you're back to square one, but you're not. Things are different this time. He may not understand why you have closed off like this, but one day he will because you will be able to explain it to him. You at least told him and that was what you were ready for at this time, but at some point in the future, maybe not in this heavy headspace, you will be able to find the words to say what you're going through right now.

You might know this already, but I'll remind you: self-harm is a habit. Habits are hard to break. Sometimes, at just the wrong time, a series of events will hit you in a certain place and shit goes down. It doesn't mean you can't stop it in the future simply because you couldn't stop it this time. It doesn't mean you've weak either for giving in. Look for the stressors and the situations you were in that pushed you over the edge. Think about ways for how to mitigate the impulse in the future. Make it really fucking difficult to get to your self-harm tools. I'm talking annoyingly difficult. If it is too inconvenient when the impulse comes, you're less likely to follow through. But it's been a year, so you might have your own system. Let's refine it more. This is not the end.

It might be someday, but it is not toady and we are going to fight for tomorrow.

It is up to you how you talk about it. I tend to think it's better to speak about it when you have a clear head, but sometimes you need someone there when you're going down. I get that. Just understand that not everyone has encountered or lived this. And even if they have, they might still say the wrong thing because they simply don't know what to say or they end up saying what they would like to hear, but that doesn't mean that is what you want to hear. And sometimes you don't even know what you want to hear. It's a fucking mess. I know.

Despite all that, you want to tell him and I think you should, because he can't understand you unless he has at least a glimpse of what is going on in your head. Please don't put the pressure on him to have the answers. There are no answers anyway. Instead, come to the conversation with ways that he can support you or brainstorm them together. What are the things you want him to say? What can he do to help you get your mind off it? What can he and you do to prevent or lessen the stressors? What are some signs you exhibit when you're especially anxious or impulsive? Are there patterns? Specific days / times / cycles? He will be less scared if he feels more prepared and knows you better.

I hope it doesn't happen in the future, but if it does, you are not shit. You might act shitty sometimes, but not that does not mean all the work you've done so far is for naught. Finding your signs is one of the most important things you can do. Try various solutions. Don't get discouraged if one doesn't work. Trust me, the same solution / distraction / what worked last time will not work every time and that is okay. Humans are changing creatures. We may have patterns but we also have the ability to break the ones we no longer want by reframing how we think about them and changing our mental environment. This is not all you are.

It is part of you but it will not be the end of you.

Trust me. You have already begun the change. You can talk about it and that, in it of itself, means you are not weak. I might be a random, but I'm also not, hm? I'm not a therapist, but I've lived it. Heh, listen to Yoongi. Future's gonna be okay. One day, you'll look back and see how far you've come. It's murky now, but the fog and the clouds will lift. You have the tools to move forward. You can, and will, do this.

[yugiohnfts]

The Dahmer series was one of the most positive influences on my life.

There is just so many things I want to express here. This series changed my life. I don't normally pay attention to true crime dramas. It just never interested me. But Dahmer was just so relatable in this show. And before some ignoramus says some shit said a thousand times before about how Dahmer was a monster or a psychopath, you're the exact person who needs to read this or you can just get lobotomized like that brown kid did.

1: Dahmer explicitly states it's neither nature nor nurture specifically. Yes, he grew up a weird kid and had violent impulses. But so does Jeff Besos, and look at what a productive guy he is. Dahmer did have a lot more self loathing than Jeff Besos, this is where I can start relating as my parents tried to force upon me self loathing. All my life I had to hear shit about how I was schizo, autistic, this or that. Not once did I ever hear "maybe I was wrong, maybe I over-reacted, I wanna hear your perspective."

2: Dahmer actually had an ok upbringing. His mom was off her rocker and his dad was a stubborn mule of a boomer, but they still loved him as best they could and he knew that. Not everyone has that. And it was openly stated in the show and by records of Dahmer that broken households aren't the reason people turn out that way. If it were, you'd have to abuse moderators forever to turn them into the depraved lunatics they are.

3: We view Dahmer as this irredeemable force of evil because he killed some guys. Meanwhile you're getting banned right now by some paedophile loser and you're blaming yourself for it. There are a slew of people out there whose entire day revolves around harassing and assaulting you with bans, and you're worried about Jeffery Dahmer, whose dead btw. Talk about living in a bubble. Why aren't mods on death row? Wtf are my taxes going too? Not justice that's for sure.

4: Dahmer helped me come to terms with my heterosexuality. I've dated trans. FtM and MtF. I was in love with a MtF. I wanted to help her every step of the way and try to understand her pain. I was bombarded with accusations of being gay, degraded, and it was just incorrect. I never felt gay. I like feminine and petite things in a sexual way, I've never had a desire to BE the petite and feminine one. Apparently that's not a good enough answer. So these people wanna decide my sensuality for me, just like they wanna determine others gender. And unfortunately my ex gave into that. Her internalized transphobia caused her to detransition, and I tried to be supportive of that too, but she was not supportive of herself and she distanced herself from me. So she just kind of decreed we should both be miserable and alone because some stupid people who aren't happy with their own lives said so. This is the basis of all wrong-think. They LIKE being wrong, it's an orgasm and a religion to them to be wrong and it's all so disgusting.

5: As said. People will define you and take that shit to the grave. Dahmer wasn't known as the homosexual serial killer, he was known as the cannibal. The dude ate like one finger out of curiosity, now he's forever known as the cannibal. That's how people are.

6: Dahmer never wanted to be famous, he just wanted to be left alone, have his hobbies, have a boyfriend. I think what he needed more than anything was just understanding and patience but that's a very finite resource. He was not just devoid of emotions, he wasn't filled with bitterness and hate. He was just some guy with morbid curiosity and a bit of a sexual fetish. And the glorification of human stupidity is what escalated that. Dahmer didn't have victims, he had people who got exactly what was coming to them for their personal choice of being ignorant and homophobic. Everyone that died or was impacted, was at least semi self-responsible. What ought to happen is instead of just parroting the tired line of Dahmer was a bad guy, force kids to watch this amazing Netflix show in classrooms so they actually learn something. They learn about what the pressures of society do to people, all the people it hurts, they learn some empathy and putting themselves in others shoes. At the very least they learn that the only real villain in that show was the she-boon Karen who couldn't mind her own God damn business. Let people enjoy things Karen.

#lgbtq rights #abuse survivor #parental abuse #dahmer netflix #jeffery dahmer

[krushkreates]

i was there when the rain tapped the way down your face

based on big black car by gregory alan isakov,

aka elliott being the best friend and comforting sunshine during their worst heartbreak while having to pick up his own broken heart in the process

pre-confession elliott and sunshine

read here

He knew something was wrong.

His phone had been cold the past three days. The suspicious lack of texts and daily updates from Sunshine’s garden steadily loomed over him. A squall slowly formed in his mind as he habitually checked his phone again. With a frustrated huff, he turned the thing off and shoved it into his pocket. Why was he so irritated by this? He knew they’d be on a trip with their boyfriend. It was their anniversary yesterday, and they went on it early, since Sunshine couldn’t take that day off from work.

Elliott ran his fingers through his hair in a pitiful attempt to calm himself down. there wasn’t a reason for him to be so worried. It’s not like something was horribly wrong. granted, he didn’t particularly look forward to that specific day. The familiar ache in his chest burned numbly, a full reminder that he wasn’t supposed to think of sunshine like that. They were his best friend. They had a boyfriend, for god’s sake. They were happy with him and as long as Elliott got to be their best friend, that’s all that mattered.

So why did he feel so on edge? The hair on the back of his neck had stood up for the past few days. The air around him felt like the tension right before a lightning strike. He was anxious. He was impulsively picking his cuticles again, something he knew sunshine would chastise him about. The thought of hearing them say “you have to stop doing that, it’s so bad for you” as they would grab his hands and hold them to stop him brought a small smile to his face. He missed them a lot, and while it would sting to hear how wonderful the trip was, Elliott wouldn’t care as long as he got to hear his love’s voice: his own aural ambrosia.

In the past 72 hours, sleep’s comes fitfully for sunshine. every type of stability in their life has been crashed into. The waves finally eroded the limestone columns, the chunks of it hitting their cheeks. The tears are acrid and acid, staining their face and burning their eyes a vibrant shade of red. The phone’s nearly dead and sunshine has the vague feeling that they feel a bit like that cold piece of metal they discarded on their desk. The floorboards warp and wobble their feet under them. It’s a feeling that makes them feel seasick on dry land. A lifelong sailor that finds themselves stranded on an island, unable to feel the calm rocking of the waves that stabilized them for so long.

On the fourth day of bleeding onto the floor, their fingers subconsciously sought out the comfort that was four floors down. Trembling fingertips and lips accompanied an equally trembling voice and breath.

“Hello? Sunshine? Are you there?” The waves stopped momentarily and the sinkhole that threatened to swallow them closed its gaping maw.

“Hi.” It was small. Cowering in pain and fear and Elliott felt a strike of lightning hit him with such a force. The world lit up in a flash of yellow and purple and settled into a bright crimson. Before either could say anything, feet thundered and rumbled the stairs, breaths of anger and protection exited him and pounding wood sounded. He swore the air became more humid in a moment and the portal to hell opened.

They stared at him, eyes wide, a deer. An injured animal, with blood on the floor and tracks leading from the scene of the crime. Their open wound barely staunched by tissues littering the floor, and the dam broke. Shrieking echoed in his chest, agony dripping onto his shirt, the two of them embraced and sunk to the floor. Betrayal scented the home that had been haphazardly torn apart with a relish so evil it nearly made him keel over from the pungent smell of backstabbing and decay.

They trembled violently through the torrent, fingertips carving themselves into his skin. Waves crashed into them, the only lifeline being the familiarity of those calm waves they could feel underneath it all. The screaming and battle that resulted in deep wounds died a slow, agonizing death. The world closed for another 96 hours to reconcile with the carnage and carcass that was so raw.

Through heaving sobs and waves of confession, they wove the deceitful tale that made Hamlet seem like child’s play. Caesar was not worthy of standing next to them in the words of love, betrayal and not just from one pillar of their life, but two. Friend and boyfriend, acting as agents of deceit, parasites of good faith. Fair weathering the one person they knew would let them both into their home and rot it from the inside out.

Elliott’s muscles were sore the next day from keeping himself still enough to listen through the red that covered his vision and roared in his ears. 106 hours of heartache had suddenly been worth it.

And burning his stuff had been good for the two of them too.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted elliott #redacted sunshine #krush fics #angst #hurt #comfort

[roxy206]

listen here | watch here

Is this a fucking vibrator?

I still use [Tumblr] for porn — …

You & I first bonded over you explaining mung diving to me — a tale as old as time 😂

What is your ancestry White

Are you insinuating that drug users might be impulsive, impatient, & a little bit reckless?

The Desperate Housewives mention

Katya not liking drag names that are drug related — honestly this whole convo was a bit ☹️

Wait hold on … Marcela’s dad was president of Mexico?? Or was this a guest at the wedding

Katya being like I could be a cult leader 😂

No but the way Whitney was like if you have to have sex with them & they’re Virgos & Katya asked a different question instead

I just turned 40 & let me tell yah it’s everything you want it to be & more

I convince myself that this thing [smoking] is going to make me feel better, I know it to be true. It’s an indisputable truth in my life. It’s not true

No matter how bad my life is going, no matter how bad the situation in my head or how intolerable it is, I can just go away & smoke & everything’s going to be fine. But it’s not fine of course

It’s like when Trixie started wearing like hats, like fedoras, & I was like oh so we’re doing that now

I’ve never had a boyfriend for more than 3 months, never had a serious relationship, I’m 40 & I like it

I will often get lonely & I’ll often like romanticize — I’m a huge romantic fantasy person. But I know enough about the reality of living with people & spending a lot of time with them that it’s like, there’s good times & then there’s a lot of not great times. And so I mean I love being alone & I love having really good friends & I love working with, like, cool people & I like traveling — or being able to go travel & not have to worry about anything, but I dunno. I’m like totally, totally at peace

Katya the over-tipper 💕

Her having a crush on her Starbucks barista

I hate this age thing The thing we do not talk about enough is ageism. We talk about sexism, racism, homophobic, all that. Ageism is a big one I’m over it, I’m over it because I am over like, if I weren’t famous, especially like gay famous & walked into a gay space looking the way I do out of drag I would be invisible, absolutely invisible

Ohhhh this is what it takes is a Sharon Stone thing

Oh. Trixie must be paying those people to do that to me at my shows. That makes sense, I’m not bad

Omg her laugh 🥺

I am always about to cry. I can pretty much cry whenever I need to I feel the same way, but not when there’s cameras

Crying is super contagious to me

Not Katya’s dream way to go being dying on stage

Her saying if she didn’t live in LA maybe she would live in Europe & specifically the south of France

We’re learning Mandarin — okay so she is making Eden learn with her

I’m like the antidote to her ambition. I’m like the, the, um like you know in Nightmare On Elm Street where the stairs get all marshmallow-y, toothpaste-y & it slows her down, I’m like those stairs to her ambition. So like I need to keep her like from going too fast

She truly is a, I’m going to say workaholic. Like, whatever. I don’t think anything’s going wrong … yet

She works, I smoke

#kimmy listens #Katya on Good For You #but your dad just calls me katya #katya #katya zamo #katya zamolodchikova

[yandere-monoma]

in bed waiting for these painkillers to hit lmfao so WHOO KYM 4 COMMENTARY

I WAS SO NERVOUS ABOUT RELEASING THIS CHAPTER LOL. this update was so goddamn scary lmfao it is very rare that i actually give a shit about my audience's reaction but i was SO WORRIED about possibly backlash from this chapter because it is such a TOPIC. and not only is it a TOPIC but it is a TOPIC that i've only written about... just the once? i'm pretty sure kym is the first time i ever wrote about miscarriage yeah. so more on that later but everything about approaching this chapter was scaring the shit out of me at the time it's rly funny to look back on hahahfjgsdfg

SO!!!! fun fact, the miscarriage plot was entirely created via me and a friend and collaborator of mine (yall know her as yanderetodoroki, who is actively helping me with KYE!!). we were brainstorming and the following exchange happened:

(i'm the black, yanderetodoroki is the blue! tw for miscarriage/abortion/reproductive issue discussion)

and so that was the outline i was going into the chapter with!!! and once again, i literally adore taking a brainstorm session and actualizing it into prose and i'm super proud of how it came out nyehehe

ANYWAY, to the actual chapter!

i have so many thoughts on this conversation because it was probably one of the first kym scenes i wrote (i actually wrote and finished so many of the pesterlogs super early in the process cuz i fucking LOVE writing pesterlogs lmfao)

it's also one of my favorites because of the way it really showcases how in love the both of them are. there's no preamble or preparation or prose to explain how both of them are feeling. i've mentioned it before but such an interesting aspect of the pesterlog function in homestuck is the way it really only shows what characters are feeling but rarely sits there and spells it out for you. and a fun part about taking that format and putting it in fic form is the way that you're also robbed the ability to see the setting in which these conversations take place. it's fun to write conversations without showing the way they're hunched over their keyboards, biting their lips and fretting as they look for the words.

(it's also a fun stylistic difference between KYM and KYD. one of those accidentally-on-purpose things that's completely influenced by the difference in narration. jake as a narrator is far more willing to show the in-between moments in conversation. he'll share his reactions to the things he's reading; he'll share his thoughts as he's gathering his words... SOMETIMES.... but rose won't let you see shit)

anyway this convo was so fun because it's a sudden soft and intimate moment that really showcases that puppy love between the two of them, with dave being clearly infatuated with her and incredibly open in showing it, while rose is actually shy because of the topic and the vulnerability it's taking to have it. she actually allows dave to take the lead for once, and actually reaches out and, most importantly, tries to believe him. because i think sometimes she just sees their relationship as a game

because that's definitely an aspect of their relationship that they both don't outright acknowledge but absolutely understand. especially when they got together, it was all to play a part. dave and rose playing boyfriend and girlfriend, going through the motions of teen love because that's what everyone their age is doing. and there's something stable in playing that role. it's normal. they both want to be normal so badly and they're so willing to use each other to do that.

but it's not a game!!! it's not just a superficial relationship born out of impulse and convenience. they actually care dearly for each other and rose reaches out specifically to ask dave just how serious he is about this, because something serious and scary is happening to her that she can't tell him or anybody about and she wants so badly to know that there's someone out there she can depend on. and dave provides her with all that and more!!!

and aughghfhgg i love the thought of rose suddenly getting hit with the realization that dave has been thinking about this for so long. it's easy to watch him claim to want to save her but to have an actual plan for it (and it's a clumsy idealistic plan, but a plan nonetheless!) shocks her. it makes it so real that she can't quite handle it. he offers her a home while simultaneously offering to throw that home away for her if she asked him to and it's... AHH!!

also dave being open with how much he loves her, actually saying it out loud (sheepishly and absolutely flustered and expecting it to be thrown cruelly back in her face) and rose retorting like she always does, brushing it off, downplaying it and trying to tease him until she can finally reduce the moment to a biteable size juuuUUUUUUST enough to fight through the strilonde-isms... JUUUUST enough that she can perhaps actually honestly admit that she wants this too

AUGH

i forgot about this line LMFAO LAUGHED

my rendition of yanderetodoroki's sentiment here:

and this moment was still so fun because i think rose rarely gets to be wistful and soft like this and it's so rare for her to be introspective, too. and i just love this plotine and i'm so glad we ended up coming up with it and i'm so glad i doubled down on creating it because i think this connection rose has with motherhood (which is such a HUGE THEME in the lalonde storylines) and how sburb somehow doesn't manage to pry it away from her despite the change in role, how it still defines her and how she still becomes a 'failure', how that perceived failure is almost doubled because of the fact that she doesn't have someone to 'reflect' her trauma back at her. roxy and rose are two sides of the same coin, but in the killverse, 'beta' rose miscarriages while 'alpha' rose moves on to psychologically batter her son jake, knowing full well how badly he'd be affected from it and not even really having the.... '''excuse'''??? of simply creating a narrative parallel between herself and the former guardian that raised(???) her.

(which DAMN that's a thought i've never sat and thought about before, that alpha rose specifically knows that it's jake she's preparing for. ... gurgles blood)

Hell, even trying to consider it makes you realize you’ve never expected to even live long enough to get the opportunity. 

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i LOVE rose introspecting and considering her life circumstances for the first time in like a decade UGH

SOB SOB SOB

rose's attempt at redemption was so bittersweet to write but also so fun because i knew everyone would yell at me because of it and so fun because everyone Does yell at me about it HAHA

it was also especially fun to drop different details hinting on what could have actually caused the miscarriage themselves. like, this moment is truly not about what specific incident caused it. it's the fact that her environment itself was just so cruel and harsh that there was no way in hell there was ever a chance. and the fact that her actively working towards her own recovery was, in itself, a leading factor as to why she miscarriaged (as one lovely commenter even pointed out, which was AWESOME, i love when you guys notice shit like that +_+)

she doesn't really say it here, but another aspect of what feels good is finally being able to think in a way that's more independent of bro. sure, she falls into that usual habit of thinking about his opinion before her own, but then she forms her own thought, and actually realizes she prefers it.

and that's such a first for her. and ugh i'm so PROUD OF HER I LOVE YOU MY BABY...

and then, of course, that moment is ruined.

and tbh the way it's ruined specifically cracks me up because the very first critique i ever got on my writing by a professional editor was that i have a tendency to only write happy scenes when i'm preparing to immediately ruin them directly after. and it's funny cuz like. damn RIGHT i do cuz that's the BEST LMFAO

rose refusing to play along with bro's game for, again, what's probably the first time in a decade. attempting to keep the role up without committing to the worst parts of it. immediately getting cruelly beat down for fighting it, a reminder of why she's been so firmly cemented into this character in the first place.

the drowning scene formed out of the following thoughts:

i was horny and-

i have a drowning during sex fetish and-

sometimes while writing a porn tragedy fic i go 'oh no my readers must be so bored cuz there hasn't been PORN in a while' which is a silly thought but it is a thought i can't help but have so anwayy

i definitely wanted a BIG scene to 'blame' the miscarriage on. it's not the actual cause, especially because of all the details that came before it, but i wanted a final nail in the coffin. i wanted something that said 'this is literally what she deals with every day, this is her LIFE, but this is also an escalation and a punishment and exactly what happens when she steps out of line'. it took me a while to pick what that would be exactly, because it wasn't enough to just write a rape scene when that's already been happening over and over and over again. and, personally, i can write noncon again and again and again and again, but i wanted this to stand out compared to the scenes before it.

the sheer amount of times i have to reread the first few acts just to remember details about the strider household lmfao. on one of my skims i noticed that the strider sink had a garbage disposal (shown in the scene where dave completely wrecks a smuppet and also one of bro's webcams, which, on a recent reread, just gave me SO many thoughts on how dave is characterized and how i wanna try and start characterizing him more in the future, because quite honestly??? this boy is fuckin VIOLENT in canon lmfao) which made me go 👀!!!!!

You block a blow to the head and scramble back, wrenching open the refrigerator so that the door can obstruct his path. In a second, it’s cleaved in half, wrenched off its hinges, being thrown at you, jesus christ–

STRIFES ARE SO FUN TO WRITE WHEN YOU LEAN INTO HOW RIDICULOUS THEY ARE grrrrr hate when homestuck is fun

and just in general i have such a deep love for writing combat scenes i love working with fight choreography i love writing action and i get to do it so RARELY U G H

fetish moment there is something so satisfying about breaking glass on someone's head ok

also there's something to be said about striders training themselves to not react to pain, especially when this reaction is largely influenced by adrenaline and dissociation and bro pretty much being a flesh puppet who is only barely connected to his nervous system at best HJDKFG

TINY BABY ROSE MOMENT I LOVE TINY BABY ROSE i love intrusive memories popping up at the worst time i love that everything and every moment in life is always connected with each other i love the way trauma heightens the power that the past has on you and i love bro wuving his lil baby baby daughtersisterbrotherboyson

Now that you’re not strifing, his full strength is back, lazily settling into place as he fondles you to his leisure.

fun line because i think that's just a detail about bro i'll always be fixated on, like you are fully just beating up a child for literally no reason, you are literally SO so SO strong and powerful and you're taking it out on a kid for WHY??????

btw i wish i could say there was a deep reason why bro decided to do anal in this scene but honestly it just felt right and it was fun to write

line i need to MONETIZE ONE DAY cuz i love it

MMKAY ONE OF MY FAVE PARTS EVER

the miscarriage scene

there wasn't much planning for this tbh!! it came super naturally and was written up in a goddamn jiffy. for anyone who is familiar with my original work (or even just my more experimental fics), yall will recognize that i just LOVE a meta reversal moment. i love when characters, not just identities but the idea of being a CHARACTER is referenced in a piece and used to further manipulate and destroy someone. i love when watching one character become forced to play out the role of another in a way that is seamless within the narrative itself, never really called out or explained, but it just happens and the audience is left with the result of that change.

and it's super fun here, in a piece like this where the characters get to take turns playing at being a narrator, not even realizing that this is a gift that can not only be robbed from them, but also weaponized and used against them. rose is forcibly ejected from her own story, no longer given the ability to make 'choices' (but who was making the choices? has she truly ever been making them if someone else has been the person to dictate them?) the narrator (who is the narrator?) mocks her and the audience, too, because this is a story that's aware of itself. the story knows its an angst fic, the story knows the reader read (OR SHOULD HAVE READ) the tags, the story knows that not only were there ample warnings of what's coming, but it knows how foreshadowing works, it knows how pacing works, it knows that despite the fact that everyone would know that rose is going to miscarry, people will hope that it won't end up exactly the way they think it will

(which in turn makes the comments that chapter received that much cuter, because people did admit to doing that very thing and it gave me a pretentious lil hehe high-five moment LMFAO)

and i just love this image of rose suddenly becoming trapped within the commands of the story, trying to beg in the only way she can by attempting to order it but having no narrative control to do so. i love the thought of this as a nightmare sequence, because the miscarriage is something she'll wake up to, so as she's asleep, her consciousness is trapped and her body is doing this awful thing in rejecting her child while she can't do anything about it.

did you know i just fucking love poetic structuring like this and i try and sneak it everywhere HAHA

i can't remember if i ever talked about this here but i'll TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN but my conclusion after a great deal of classpect meta (especially based on me and my friend's fansession that we will never sit and create but i love so so so much) was the following:

so if we approach sburb as a story generator, princes as the character who gets BEAT to hell and back for the plot™ of it and everything they will unleash on others because of it and light players as the main characters™ with a whole lot of influence and understanding over the narrative, then the prince of light's role in the story is to have a narrative focused on their suffering and the suffering they will promptly dole out to others. thinking about dirk breaking the hearts of others and breaking himself into pieces in the process, and the way KYM is the set-up for something similar, rose destroying the light in herself, rose erasing herself, rose setting herself up for failure and taking that legacy she's meant for, the entire purpose of her 'character', and destroying that too.

but not yet :D no first we gotta be mean and bully and break her until she gets to that point HAHA

and the blood! dear god, the blood!!!!!! that line was so fun to write!!!!!!! so satisfying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the note on this update is so funny too HAHHJSDFG i'm unfortunately very strilonde-coded where i love pretending i don't feel emotions cuz i'm dumb and especially with my writing, for the most part, it's a very emotionless process. FORTUNATELY i've been doing this thing called therapy lately HAHAHFJGSDFG which is getting me more in touch with my feelings and blahblah which has done some INTERESTING things for my writing in that suddenly i get just so goddamn immersed to the point of it being AGONIZING and it is SO FUN. i was actually shocked how incredibly cathartic it was to write this chapter, like SUPER PAINFUL my chest hurt SO BAD this shit ACHED and i was NOT about to try and express all that in the a/n but that's how it FELT!!!!!! holy FUCK it was like something punched my soul it was great and i love love love writing so much and i love love love this piece so much and i miss kym so much DAMN

#verse: killswitch #fic: kill your masters #director's commentary #meta #rose strider #HOO

[legendaryinternetpersona]

The Demise of my Mother: Live and in Technicolor!

With each passing day she drifts further from us... well, from me. That last vestige of my former life in living form. The constant. The guiding, albeit neurotic, star. 

My brother didn’t call her on Mother’s Day. It is likely to be her last Mother’s Day with us and he’s clearly in denial and primed for an epic collapse once she ultimately passes. 

My dad knows she was the love of his life now and feels terrible about everything he did wrong to her and doesn't have words to express it, since he doesn't speak feelings so much, so he just avoids the entire situation, as is his usual modus operandi. 

I made a video today. I found a nice park by the river and poured a bit of my heart out. I just have so many exceedingly valid reasons to be sad in life, but also a great many reasons to be thrilled to pieces about life. And it’s a whole lot to take in at times.

While I miss and worry about my children I’m also grateful that I don’t have to worry as much as their father does currently about their care and upkeep while I attempt to right this ship that is my life, for the first time in my life. 

I was primed and ready to move in with one of my girlfriends as an au pair for her two high functioning autistic step kids but I’m unsure, after last night, and witnessing her bipolar in all of it’s terrifying glory. Echoes of my ex when he was drunk and ‘excited’. It had my alarm bells blazing. Klaxons sounded in both my ears. it was ... jarring, to say the least. I need to try and figure out a way to talk to her about that because, to hear her boyfriend tell it, she's doing that to the boys too. Now all the snark from the oldest towards her and solicitude of the youngest makes much more sense. And my mama heart breaks for those boys. But I’m also afraid this will be the end of a friendship I and her both very much treasure. 

I’m currently sleeping on a couch owned by a wonderful friend of mine. Inhabiting a corner of his living room with my writing desk. A corner graciously sacrificed by his daughter, who didn’t use it for her artwork anymore. Instead she does her art on her phone, and on a computer, lying on her bed. And I think she writes some too. I’m unsure. She’s 13 and guarded. Same age as my daughter. 

I feel like, in another dimension, her and my daughter are friends. Just like I feel like, in another life my children are friends with my girlfriend’s step children. They’re all the same ages.  And my oldest would come over and “babysit” but really we’d just be giving him money to come over and be the awesome older brother guy that he always is... I just feel like they would all get along. They all have similar traumas. With the same origins. All of it mother wounds. Parental pain I wish so much I could heal. If only I knew how. May the Good Lord see fit to guide me with the right words, and help me to hear His direction. I want to help so many people. A heartbreakingly overwhelming number of them. But I also refuse to do the emotional labor of everyone else. I will do my best not to offend but I will not compromise my values... and ...about those.... I’m not as sure. I still need to define those, specifically. I have a pretty solid idea what they naturally are, and what I want to tweak but I need to sit down and... that’s another post. 

I’ve been doing good with keeping up with my journaling lately. I’ve struggled with my impulse control, and on working on my goals. I’ve been scrolling, largely blindly, and driving around, trying to avoid the awkward of this house these days. When I’ve not been working, that is. 

My wonderful friend, who is putting me up and keeping me fed, and is so sweet and kind, is woefully and desperately in love with me, after a fashion. He loves me enough to want my body but not enough to stop destroying himself, which is the criteria I already stated for me to be able to even consider him as a candidate for a mate. I can’t watch someone I love do that again. I thought I told him this. I feel like he maybe missed that conversation. Or he was drunk. Things are... strained. I haven't figured out how to broach the subject again yet. I’m so scared he’s gonna kick me out, or something. Even though I doubt very seriously that he would. I’m pretty sure he’s a good honorable fellow. I will keep the internet posted for all my zero readers, as things progress. 

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The man just made me cry. I sobbed. Wept real tears over the poor downtrodden little redheaded boy he was, absolutely desperate for his mother’s love and denied it when he needed it most, to the point where he now loathes himself and by extension, existence. An attitude which has somewhat infected his daughter as well. Depression can be a learnt behavior, as I myself am an example. It is so excruciatingly heartbreaking, listening to him putter around the house muttering to himself “no one wants what you have” and “no one cares, why are you even talking?” and I hear it and I’m like “Please, I care, and it pains me to hear you speak so cruelly about yourself” and he just says “this is my way” and I just... All I can see is that little boy, deprived the love of a stable mother, forced to be honorable, even to his own detriment, for the duration of his existence. And I cannot love him the way he so desperately desires to be loved. What he wants is his mommy back, he wants his childhood back, he *desperately* needs therapy. Will he ever go to therapy? HA, no. He will not. He doesn't love himself enough to do that, which is why I can't love him. I cannot force myself to endure another front row seat to a slow motion suicide. No matter how beloved the person may be to me. I just can’t put myself through that again. You have to love you as much as you want me to love you. I can’t do that for anyone.  So he takes that as an ego injury, I think... If he truly understood it at all when I attempted, I think I attempted, to explain it again, but he was drunk again tonight too, which is another huge trigger for me that I don’t particularly want to live with, and im so scared to broach any topic that might possibly be touchy when someone has been drinking. And thats another thing he’s completely disinterested in stopping, along with the smoking.... all these things I so badly want to stop doing to myself, that I am surrounded by, in everyone I know. They’re all so unhealthy and it hurts my heart.... 

And I’m back on the vape again. Mom doesn't know, but I do, and so does my body, and God, so I’m lookin askance at me and my frustrating lack of impulse control and I want to correct this issue post-haste. I want to correct all my issues. 

The story of my relapse is rather funny though. I mean, I think it’s funny. In a morbid, funny oh no kinda way. Mom has been sleeping more as I mentioned. I’m quietly falling back on my largely ineffective and deleterious coping mechanisms of overt muscle tension, nicotine consumption, delta/thca vape abuse and doom scrolling. I even caught myself entering Publisher’s Clearing House again even though I’ve been told a bunch of times that’s never gonna happen and I need to give it up already (I've already won twice, small prizes, but still). But anyway, already in near freefall relapse, bumming hits off every vape, or known vaper, I see, I worked the Breaking Benjamin show the other night at Thompson Boling. Benjamin himself left his lil blu brand vape on the drum riser, along with two nearly full packs of gum, and I pilfered the lot of it as we cleared everything off after the show. The whole shebang, took. I had no shame. I knew the roadies were just gonna chunk all of it, none of it was special. The man had a brand new, fresh charged vape on the bus, 100% bet. And probably enough gum left at the end of that tour to get him through the rest of the month, even with an avid chewing habit. Plus which he’s a ding dang rockstar and I’m verifiably impoverished victim of the state, as well as larcenous junkie for nicotine, apparently. At least I seem to play one on the stage that is my life at present. Benjamin himself acted as an agent of Satan for me that night and he didn’t even know it. Was completely unaware. And I bought more pods for it today. Even after writing down, on paper, just this morning, that *that* was exactly what I had decided NOT to do anymore, that was the line, the rule: ‘no more spending money on inhalable nicotine’, to be followed by ‘no more intentional damage to the lungs’. And then I rationalized the whole thing in my head to excuse this breaking of that rule, not even 18 hours later, even knowing that everything I want in this life and the next lies on the other side of this addiction.... 

Well shit, I guess the story isn't all that funny. It’s actually pretty sad. 

...like the rest of my life, at present, from most angles.

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#growth #Healing Journey #nicotine #addiction #abuse recovery #recovery #honest #enthusiastic #determined #writer #mom #motherhood after 40 #neurodiversity #adhd #cptsd

[naminethewriter]

Logan Lost

A while ago, @thecrowslullaby sent me a horrible challenge to start a cooperative story with the prompt

"What do you mean you misplaced [them/him/her/etc.]"

While it was intended to only be the start, I had a solution in mind, so I thought why not share that! So here is my version of the story but here is the last addition to the original thread.

I also made it a Loceit story, a little thank you to Crow 💛💙

Here on Ao3

“What do you mean you misplaced Logan?!” Janus exclaimed, staring disbelievingly at Remus who shrunk a bit under his gaze.

“I wanted to show him my new castle so we went to the imagination. I took the lead and told him about my process, you know he likes to know the steps, but when I turned around he was gone! I went back the whole way calling for him but nothing!”

“So you’re saying he’s on your side all alone?!? How many monsters do you have roaming around out there?!”

“He should be fine! All my creations know he’s not to be harmed, same as you!”

“What about injuries! Tripping hazards! Cliffs! Spikes! You have those everywhere!”

“Well, what do you want me to do?!”

“Find him obviously!”

“I tried!”

“Try harder!”

“What are you two yelling about??” Janus grimaced for half a second before turning to face the other twin with a forced smile.

“Nothing important. Remus simply… misplaced something that’s rather dear to me on his side of the Imagination. I was just asking him to retrieve it,” he hissed, glaring at Remus, daring him to say anything more specific on the matter.

“And I was telling him it’s not that easy,” Remus shot back, pouting a little. Roman looked between the two warily.

“Must’ve been something rather important to you if you yell like that,” he commented. Janus simply shrugged, not willing to say anything else. “I could help look if you tell me what it is.”

“As much as I appreciate your kindness, my prince, it is my understanding that you are not very welcome on Remus’ side and constant monster attacks would be more distracting than helpful, I’m afraid.” Roman frowned.

“Remus can just tell them off, right?” He turned to his brother. Janus stared pointedly at Remus but he didn’t need to worry.

“I could, but I’m not gonna. It’s too much fun. Plus I don’t think I could stop myself from stabbing you in the back when you least expect it.” His grin was wide and made Roman shudder.

“Fine, fine. Don’t say I didn’t offer. Good luck to you then.”

“Thank you. We better be off then. We wouldn’t want to miss dinner and make Patton worry.” Janus moved to grab Remus and pull him toward the portal but Roman spoke up again.

“Wait! Have either of you seen Logan? I can’t find him and I need his input on the next script.”

“I haven’t seen him since breakfast,” Janus said, trying to stay composed.

“Remus?” A pause and Janus prayed that Remus could keep his impulses under control.

“Haven’t seen him in a while,” he chirped finally. Technically the truth, Janus thought before again pulling Remus toward the portal.

“Sorry we couldn’t be of help, Roman, but we must be off now. Good luck on your search!” he called over his shoulder, shoving Remus through the gate and quickly following after before Roman could protest.

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The search was long and filled with bickering. The worry for his boyfriend had Janus on edge and Remus still didn’t understand what the big deal was. His side of the Imagination was great! Logan should be fine. But if Janus was going to be snippy with him, he was going to shoot back. Maybe just because he thought it was fun.

After one and a half hour Janus held up his hand, causing Remus to slap his own over his mouth and stopped him mid-rant. He growled to show his displeasure but Janus just shushed him.

“Do you hear that?” Indeed, there was noise coming from deeper in the woods, off the path they were currently walking on. Voices. Still unable to speak, Remus hummed in acknowledgment. Janus, as if he just noticed what he had made Remus do, let him drop his hand.

“Let’s go see,” Janus said before carefully stepping through the underbrush. Remus simply strut forward, stepping into thorn bushes and sharp stones without even flinching. Janus rolled his eyes but let him take the lead. It didn’t take them long to find the source of the voices.

Logan was sitting on a large tree trunk, notebook in hand and fiercely scribbling something down. Across from him lay a gigantic… creature. Janus couldn’t even begin to describe it but a large portion of its body disappeared overhead into the trees as it was wrapped around several pines close by. He might guess that Remus had been inspired by Chinese dragons initially but whatever had added afterwards to make it look like it did he had no idea. Logan seemed entirely fascinated by it though. His hand never stilled, continuously writing down information as he asked question after question and intently listening to the creature’s answers. Neither seemed to have noticed their approach. Janus stopped, cautious of the creature but Remus sauntered up to them without hesitation.

“Poodle Noodle! What are you doing with our nerd?” Janus knew of Remus’ naming convention but still the silly name surprised him. The creature – Noodle apparently – turned its head towards them.

“Your highness,” it said in greeting, its voice carrying a sense of old wisdom. “What an honour to meet you once again.” It dipped its head in a way that Janus could only assume to be a bow. Remus waved them off.

“Don’t be formal, it’s gross.”

“Very well. I came across your ‘nerd’ observing a swarm of spiderflies. I thought it better to warn him not to touch them.” Janus sighed, turning to Logan who looked properly embarrassed, cheeks tinted red.

“Darling, did you wander off to research Remus’ creatures again? We agreed you would not go alone.”

“I apologize,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses and nervously fiddling with his notebook. “I saw something move in the corner of my eye while we were on our way to the castle and I only intended to stop for a moment to see what it could have been. I must have unintentionally followed it and when I realized I was for off the path. I was trying to find my way back when I came across the colony and that’s when Mx Noodle came by and offered to answer some of my questions.”

“I was going to escort him back once his curiosity was sated,” the creature added. Janus massaged his temples. Having both Remus as his best friend and Logan as his boyfriend could be so stressful. Their impulse control was nearly non-existent, he really wondered if he could leave them alone with each other anymore.

“That was very kind of you but I’m afraid his curiosity could never be sated.” Logan had the decency to flush an even deeper red before clearing his throat and getting up.

“I guess it would be better if I returned with them for now but I enjoyed our conversation immensely, Mx Noodle. Thank you for your time.”

“I did so as well. Please feel free to come visit again. His highness knows where to find me.” With another bow towards Remus, the creature slithered away, deeper into the woods though it took about a minute until its tail appeared from the treetops and subsequently vanished after them. Janus sighed again.

“Another incident like this and I will not allow you two to come here unsupervised. Or chained together so you can’t lose each other.”

“Kinky~” Remus grinned. Janus just rolled his eyes before grabbing his boyfriend’s hand.

“Come on. Roman was searching for you and it’s almost dinner time.”

“Alright.” Logan followed without complaint but spoke up again a few minutes into their trek. “I apologize if I worried you. That was not my intention.”

“I’m aware. But please be more mindful in the future.”

“Of course.” Janus squeezed Logan’s hand still grasped in his own and his boyfriend smiled slightly before squeezing back.

#namiswriting #my writing #prompt #loceit #platonic dukeceit #platonic intrulogical #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #logan sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #💛💙

[starshipsofstarlord]

Marks of Love | Alex Summers

Summary; the morning after in Alex is peaceful, that is until you leave his room. Then, it’s pretty obvious what the pair of you had been up to.

Warnings; smut, hickeys, swearing, cheesy Alex, mention of virginity loss, swearing, Kurt being an innocent boi

Alex groaned as he forced himself up and out of the bed, he scratched his blonde head, groaning lightly as sun broke through his curtains. “Shit.” He spoke to himself, looking at the time.

He was late. And so were you, considering the fact that you were still in his room, and naked underneath his sheets.

It was against the rules in the X Mansion, for girls and boys to be in one another’s rooms. There was so much freedom in Charles’ open home, everyone was allowed to be their true self.

However, you were all still kids and teenagers. It was something Charles had put in place, but it made Alex feel better, knowing that many others did not abide by it all the time either.

“Last night was amazing.” You stretched your arms out, your voice inclined Alex to look over at you, and clamber back onto his mattress.

“It was.” He spoke, getting pulled back into the amorous serenity, and leaning down to intertwine your lips. “I’m so happy we bit the bullet.” He bit his own lip, his blue eyes gazing into your y/e/c eyes.

“Must have felt good then.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, laughing as he nodded, blushing from the mention of your involvement.

“People say first times are clumsy and messy, but ours... it was perfect.” He smiled, his worry for his lateness to class disappearing.

“Yeah, it certainly was.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin and stroking his tongue against it. “Al.”

“I love you.” He mumbled against your flesh, situating himself to lie atop of you, dressed in nothing more than his boxer shorts. As his lips began to move more vigorously, so did his hips, tutting against you with the layering of his duvet between.

“I love you more.” You lulled your head back into the cushion, which smelled just like him, and as he pulled the covers back, leaving you exposed, he removed his boxers, so that he too was dressed in nothing but his own skin.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled, groaning as there was a harsh knock at the door. “Give me a minute.” As he stood, he pulled on his underwear, wearing just that as he went to the door and opened it just enough so that he could peek outside.

“Dude, why aren’t you in class? We had a test.” Sean reprimanded him, and Havok could only roll his sapphire eyes.

“A test is the last thing that I care about.” And it was currently, he had just gotten laid, but he would not tell his best friend. Sean already figured that Alex and you had already done the deed, from the PDA, it was what a lot of people took from the public interaction.

“Okay.” He shrugged, causing Sean’s gaze to travel down, and he felt a feeling swell in his stomach. Banshee couldn’t hold it for long, he burst out laughing, earning a frown from his friend.

“Nice neck.” The redhead pointed out the dark blotches scattered against Alex’s neck, he no doubted that yours was the same. Alex huffed, his attitude showing well as he clenched his jaw, and rested his arm firmly against the door. “If Scott knew the things that you were doing...”

“I’m not taking a bribe to keep your mouth shut, if my brother’s told, he’s told, simple as.” With that, he shut the door in Sean’s face, rubbing over his own with his palms as he began to return to you.

“Fuck, I studied hours for that test.” You whined, covering your head with a pillow, of which Alex was fast to remove. “I was gonna get all the answers right as well, Jubilee dragged me to the library and we went ham for hours.”

“Talking about going ham for hours.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to snort at his efforts. But nevertheless, you allowed him to continue his intentions, breathing in the smell of sex that had glued to his skin as he leaned over, reaching for one of the drawers of his bedside table, and rifling blindlessly through for a condom.

He plucked it up with his fingers once he had located it, sitting back on his knees as he toyed with the packaging. For the bad boy of the school, your boyfriend sure did know how to be adorable. Instead of wearing his usual smirk, his eyes were squinted, as he tried to open the package.

“Give it here.” You extended your hand, opening the wrapper almost instantly after you had received the foil dressed protection. Alex took it back, holding onto his base as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

The sight of him handling himself had you biting your lip, a hunger growing in your chest. You leant back, waiting for him to clamber over top of you, which he did, as he began to position his tip at your entrance.

“You good?” He asked, placing one of his arms beside your head, enclosing you between him and the luxurious mattress. To answer his question, you jutted your hips towards him, gripping his shoulders, and so, he began to push into you.

Alex remained slow in his pace, stopping for a moment so that you could adjust to his size, only beginning to thrust when he knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Oh my.” It felt better than last time, perhaps it was because you had grown and stretched to accommodate him once before. But nevertheless, as your eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure, Alex quickened his administration, cussing himself because of the pleasure.

The two of you had done things before last night, but it was different going all the way. There was something so sensual about having him inside of you, it was as though it connected your souls, or perhaps it just felt that way because of the hormones.

You moved your legs, lodging them either side of your boyfriend’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper. It reviled a groan from his throat, increasing the pleasure for both him and yourself. “Fuck.” He hissed, feeling himself begin to get close, and so he snuck his hand down and past your abdomen, and rubbed your clit.

“I’m cumming.” You informed him in your state of bliss. He too felt near to bursting, he doubted that he could ever feel better, but he could definitely feel predominantly worse.

“Nice neck.” Peter spoke to you, and it only drew the attention of your friends as well. Jean stifled her laughter as she heard your thoughts on how you could kill that fast running bastard, but Kurt was confused.

“Vhat iz it?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he tried to study the strange marks. They were nothing like the religious symbols that he had crafted into his skin, there was no definition to the. They looked like bruises, and as Alex and Sean walked over, Banshee advocated himself to answer.

“They’re marks of love.” Alex kicked him, causing him to trip. Scott shook his head at his older brother’s behaviour, not surprised even a little by it.

“Just shut up.” Alex sighed, sitting on the grass beside you, and wrapping his arm around you.

“You also have them.” Kurt realised, looking at Storm for answers. Surely she would know, or at least tell him, no one was being specific enough.

“They’re called hickeys.” She sighed. “And it’s what two people give each other when they really really like each other.”

“And I’m going to guess that is why neither of you were in class this morning.” Scott spoke, his expression half unreadable due to the ruby quartz glasses, however, the image of him pretending to puke was far too visible.

“You are correct.” 

“Stay out of my head Jean.” You shook your head at her impulse to do so, it couldn’t be helped, you knew that, but sometimes, you liked some privacy.

“Well... Charles is gonna have a field day giving the pair of you the talk.” Peter said, and it was clear that he had endured that experience far too many times.

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[chaeinedup]

Kindness kills

Pairing: Hyunjae x reader 

Summary: A helping hand never hurt no one... right?!

Content warning: probably just jealousy

It was a beautiful day so you decided to invite all your closests friends for a lunch that was served with an amazing view of the ocean. You had set the hour for 1pm, it was now 12:30pm and you called your boyfriend to check his location.

------------call inicited------------

Hyunjae: Don’t worry I’m on my way.

Y/N: If you hadn’t a track record for being late everywhere I wouldn’t have to worry dummy.

Hyunjae: Well the dummy here is trying his best okay.

Y/N: I know, how would you live without me though?

Hyunjae: It’s simple I wouldn’t. Alright miss “always on time” I’m here you can come down. 

------------call ended------------

You locked everything and took the elevator to the first floor, where your boyfriend awaited parked infront of the main door of the building. You entered, pecked him on the cheek, signaling “hello”, he did the same to you and now you were both on the way to the beach. You missed your friends a lot, with school and work everyone was drowning in responsabilities and it was hard to get the whole group together but somehow today it worked out and you coulddn’t be happier. There’s one friend in specific, Hannah, that has been going through a hard time and you really want to be there for them, so many times you talk about doing something nice for them with Hyunjae so he can brainstorm and give you more to work with. 

Once you both arrived you entered the restaurant and sent a warning to everyone on the groupchat that said “feel free to enter once you get here, we’re waiting inside :D”. Not long after everyone was reunited all around the table sharing big laughs and the excitment that such impulsive meeting brought to everyone. After having a little conversation with almost everyone at the table you asked Hannah how she was feeling, making sure she felt as comfortable and cared for as possible. And your boyfriend was doing the same, it’s easy having someone like him comfort you, he says the right things and he’s a great listener, he cares a lot for the people he keeps around. That’s why you didn’t mind them sitting next to each other and talking the entire lunch, but you couldn’t lie that some of it was scratching the wrong part of your brain. You know this is nothing more than your vulnerable friend needing support and your boyfriend being more than willing to give whenever it’s needed but you did feel a little left out. 

Everyone said theyre goodbyes and parted their ways, Hyunjae noticed you were quieter than usual and asked if you were okay. You not wanting to over react or bring such topic to light dismissed his question and disguised it with a simple “I’m just tired”. The ride back was awkward silence, not even the radio could drown the uneasyness you were exuding, and so Hyunjae asked again.

Y/N: Yeah why do you ask?

Hyunjae: Are you sure you’re feeling okay?

You sighed in defeat, you didn’t want to admit that some silly little thoughts made your mood completly change.

Y/N: Before i start i just want to say that it’s probably nothing and I know it but I’m still gonna tell you because you deserve to know how i feel. So after seeing you and Hannah so close and cheery without me kinda hurt... I’m not mad that you acted that way torwards her and I’m most definetly not upset with her either. But seeing both of you having so much fun and I wasn’t included...that led me to feel a little jealous to be honest and I’m sorry for it it’s not like you did anything to make me feel that way.

Y/N: Just come upstairs and I’ll explain it.

Hyunjae: Because I know you and also your leg hasn’t stopped shaking, you’re fidgeting with your purse and if you bite your lip any longer it’s gonna start bleeding soon.

It’s safe to say the route you took back to your apartment was probably the most excruciating experience you’ve evere had, a million ways of explaining what you felt without sounding crazy or hurting his feelings were crossing your mind, but none seemed good enough. You unlocked the door and asked him to go sit on the couch while you changed clothes, after a few minute you shoowed up in the living room with pijamas on and sat on the floor in front of him.

Hyunjae: No, I’m sorry I never wanted for you to feel like that, you’re the person I love most in this world, if I ever hurt you I’m not going to be able to live with myself. You shouldn’t apologise for having feelings and I’m ver grateful that you love so much to always be so honest and pour your heart to me.

He got up and sat himself next to you the floor and held both your hands.

Hyunjae: I hope a situation like this never happens again but if it does don’t think you’re being crazy, cause I know you didn’t say it but I know you thought it.

You layed your head on his shoulder trying to hide your face as much as you could. You were embarassed you even felt that way but he’s so understanding and sweet it makes you feel guilty. Hyunjae learned a lot about you in this 6 month relationship, he knows how hard it is for you to open up and be emotional so he doesn’t ever invalidate your feelings or makes you feel bad about them. If anything he ends up doing is always pampering you and clinging to you for the next 24 hours, just how you like it.

Y/N: Thank you dummy, I’m sure I couldn’t live without you either.

Hyunjae: Now that’s what i like to hear. Come on I’ll make us some sweet pancakes as a snack.

He pulled you up and kissed you, once again reassuring he’s never going to live your side, if kindness killed you’d sure be dead by now.

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[wasabito]

➽ impatient collab masterlist — hosted by the lovely @ultimate-astridwriting

➽ words: 1.0k

➽ prompt: “really? you wanna have sex... here? now?”

➽ cw/tags: heavy-petting, fingering, nipple play, pet names, established relationship & fun times in a public gym lol

Shouta Aizawa was the last person anyone would’ve called impulsive. He was a straight-laced man after all. It wasn’t in his nature to do things unpremeditated. Things were always planned out to the letter and executed with the utmost precision. A fact that held true even as he continued his career as a pro-hero and eventually a teacher at his alma mater. 

Nearly everything about him, down to the socks he wore each morning, was deliberate and intentional. 

However, life was fickle in contrast; realistically speaking, nothing really ever went according to plan. Sometimes, one had to learn the beauty of improvising.

Which was exactly what he was doing, lips locked with yours, two fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. Let no person say that Aizawa couldn’t be spontaneous when given the perfect opportunity, because that simply wasn’t true.

“Really? You wanna have sex…. here? Now?”

You had sounded so surprised, unsure even, when he first broached the topic. It was a novelty he was not accustomed to.

The 24-hour gym facility the two of you had discovered was somewhat of a hole-in-the-wall. Perfect for a hero like him who wasn’t fond of being accosted by civilians (though that was rare). You both had so much energy left to burn even after a full day's events, what better way to do so than with brazilian calisthenics. 

Who cared if it was well past midnight?

He kept his gaze on you nearly the entire time. With every twist and turn of your body, Aizawa felt his mouth go dry. The way sweat licked at your skin, glistening under the bright lights. The way your gym clothes clung to your body like second skin. Every move you made seemed to douse his libido in gasoline.

Forty minutes into the workout, and you had begun to breathe heavy. You bent over to stretch, perky ass tooted in the air—Aizawa would’ve accused you of teasing him if he hadn’t known any better. You looked about ready to topple over, there was no faking that.

“Let’s hit the showers before you pass out.” he said while he toweled off his neck. “If you faint, I won’t bother dragging your butt all the way home.”

You had pouted softly before taking a sip from his bottle. “So mean…anyway, I feel gross so there’s no need for empty threats.”

Grabbing your gym bag, you headed towards the communal showers, completely unaware of the downright debauched look your boyfriend was giving you while he silently followed behind. 

Despite your initial confusion, persuading you hadn’t been hard at all. You merely smirked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your fingers made quick work of his shirt, tossing the hindrance overhead. You’d backed yourself into a corner of a random shower cubicle with him in tow, providing yourselves with a barely passable amount of cover. 

“I really wanna ask what’s gotten into you, Shou. But whatever it is, I think I’m diggin’ it.”

Aizawa gave nothing more than a groan as you palmed his growing erection, wondering how long he had been enduring the strain in his pants. He had little to worry about though, you were intent on taking care of him.

You tugged on his waistband, and at the same time, he fumbled with the straps of your sports bra. 

“Here, let me.” Grinning wickedly, you pulled it off in one fluid motion. Your breasts were free for only a second before Aizawa had them in his hands, squeezing lightly and peppering them with kisses. 

It was a good thing the entire facility was empty. At almost two in the morning, the chances of you being interrupted was negligible. 

Aizawa’s tongue darted past his lips to lick and suck at your pert nipples. He rolled each one with his tongue, giving equal attention to both. All the while, you grinded into his bare thigh, desperate for some form of friction. Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way up your collarbone and neck until his lips were just shy of your ear. “Need a hand?”

You shivered and nodded.

Getting your leggings off was no great feat, but the strength to keep his shit together in the face of your naked body—now that required mental fortitude. You reached for him again, stroking him slowly, loving the way he panted in your ear. His calloused fingers had already slid between your thighs, prodding you. Soon enough he was slipping a single finger in, then another right after that.

“O-Oh, right there,” you breathed, backed against the cold tiled walls. “God—I can’t believe I let you talk me into this—” Your words were cut short by a moan falling from your lips.

“Oh, kitten~ you’re so cute, making those sounds for me. You can relax; I’ve got you.” 

At the sound of his rumbling voice, you felt as if butterflies had been set loose in your stomach. Though you could barely make out anything more with the way your heart was pounding in your ears. The fingers he had in you crooked, pressing against a specific bundle of nerves that had you quite literally seeing stars.

“Fuck, Shou—don-don’t stop.” You felt yourself tense against him, fingers digging into his shoulder blade. Your legs were like jelly, but thankfully, Aizawa held you flush against him. With your breasts pinned against his chest, and his fingers pumping in out of you, your attention was divided. You didn’t know what to focus on, except the fire burning under your skin. 

Aizawa pressed firm kisses along your jawline, trailing up until his lips were stitched with yours in a searing kiss. “Such a pretty kitty,” he whispered against your bottom lip. “Look at how wet you are. This all for me?”

You wanted to respond. But a half-second later, you both were shot with a spray of ice cold water, causing you to yelp, scrabbling further into Aizawa's fumbling arms.

“Shit—” 

“They’re automatic!” You squeaked. 

Apparently, the shower head that hung over the two of you was motion sensitive. And sadly, you had taken the brunt of it, leaving you chilly and shivering, your lust momentarily mollified.

Aizawa pushed his hair back with a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this at home...any objections?”

With a pout, you crossed both arms around his neck, leaning your weight on his sturdier frame. Maybe you could get some of his body heat too.

“Not really… so long as you don’t fall asleep on me, ya bum.”

Your only consolation was a chuckle from him as he wrapped an arm around your hips.

“Trust me, I won’t. Not until I wear you out at least.”

You’d just have to hold him to that promise.

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