#the more I wrote the angrier I became

[royal-hair]

I'm trying to put order to my thoughts, but seeing that I can't do it, I'm just going to write and see where this goes.

First of all, I hope that Catherine is well and recovers quickly from this. It's been and it's going to be hard, but I just hope for a full and quick recovery.

Secondly: I'm INDIGNADA. I can't find a proper/better word to describe how angry/disgusted/outraged I am about what's been happening. The ammount of memes, conspiracies, theories, malicious comments, you name it, disgusts me.

Thinking about what this woman endured since her operation angers me, and I don't even search or are exposed to the comments and conspiracies (I block all that), I just read the posts made by the blogs I follow here and a few articles by the media. Even with that little exposure I've seen things that made me mad. Was it that hard to be normal about all this? Catherine had surgery and a determined recovery time, why did people feel the need to speculate and start theorising? When someone tells me that they need to recover from something I don't give it a second thought, I just say okay and go on with my life, why can't others be like that? If they said she was going to be out for a few months, just go on with your fucking life (if you have one) and let her be!

I'm not going to entertain those theories and conspiracies, but the fact that people had fun talking about that bullshit while a woman was recovering from a surgery and the fact that she was diagnosed with cancer me indigna (really, I can't use a better word that fully encapsulate what I feel).

The internet is forever folks, so think twice about what you put out there, or better, think before you write something if you would say that to that person at their face (I'll make it easy for you: the answer is no).

Oh, and I almost forgot: WE.ARE.NOT.ENTITLED.TO.MEDICAL.RECORDS.OF.ROYALS.

Yes, they are public figures, but medical stuff is their private matters and we don't need to know. And you all made her tell you because you can't keep your stupidity to yourselves and put it out there. I'm so angry.

#the more I wrote the angrier I became #you all know I keep this blog out of these things #but this is a bigger issue #this is all over the place but if i don't get it out of my chest i'll explode #princess of wales #kate middleton #british royal family #do you all feel better cyberbullying a sick person?

[weneeya]

an awful day w/ zoro m.list | rules

note. aaaa it's been a while since I wrote with Zoro and I kinda missed it & yes I know, it's not jjk, but don't hesitate to request from one piece or anything else! <3

Your day has been completely awful. The morning was kind of okay, as you just stayed a little more alone than usual. But when you joined your friends for lunch, you understood that something was off. A nasty look directed to you, you didn't get what was happening. Apparently, they didn't want to be seen with you anymore. You didn't get more explanation than that, your "friends" just leaving you like that. After that, the day became too long to handle. You wanted anything but to be alone right now, and that's why you got to his place. 

Zoro wasn't doing anything, except playing video games on his couch. He frowned when he heard the doorbell, as he wasn’t waiting for anyone. He got up to open the door, not without a quick sigh. His frown didn't leave his face when he saw you on the doorstep.

“You okay?” he asked, and you almost immediately became a crying mess. You rushed between his arms, not saying anything. He was taken a bit aback, he had to admit ; but he wasn’t going to leave you like this. He softly put his arm around your waist, guiding you inside of his apartment. 

Zoro wasn't much of a talkative person, definitely more the kind to listen for hours if you needed to. That's why he didn't say a word and just closed the door behind you, leading you to the couch. Both of you sat here and stayed silent for a few moments. You needed to cry and he was going to give you the time you needed. . 

Finally, you stopped crying. It was a relief, because he hated to see you like this. He didn’t have the time to ask for an explanation from you as you started to tell him about what happened during the day. The first idea which crossed his mind was about going to those girls and making them regret what they did to you. But you knew him by heart, and getting revenge was the last thing you wanted. 

"Please, don't. It'll be worse,” you said as you finally met his gaze, your eyes red and puffy from crying. This vision broke his heart, and it made him even angrier than before. If it wasn’t for you, he would have gone feral without any hesitation. But you asked him not to, so he wouldn’t act against your will. 

"You can stay here tonight," he said, looking at you. It was a relief, you had to admit. You needed to stay with someone right now, and you knew that Zoro's presence would comfort you. He was a good listener, and you had a lot of things to say.

this man is making me feral but nobody's ready for this discussion yet, so let's just say that I'm soft for him lmao

#roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro headcanons #zoro hcs #one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #zoro fluff

[theirnamesarekiklo]

could u pleasee write a pt 2 to cold where they just .. grieve :’) and maybe you could weave bits of the reader in the story through flashbacks so we could get to know them? ^^

Empty Space (Cold pt2)

As it sets in, everyone has their own way of coping.

pairing: Sully Family x !Twin Sister! Reader

A/N: I wrote this in like a couple of hours I’m not sure if it’s good but I hope it is! 💔

Sitting on the sandy beach, lo’ak felt the breeze run through and past his hair. After a particularly tough day, the setting sun was his favorite thing to see. Closing his eyes, he breathed through his nose, already feeling the bubbling grief coming back up. Although times like these were pleasant, they left him stuck in his head, stuck in his thoughts. It’s been a week since she left, and it’s been racking the entire family down to sad glances and tight hugs as if the other would disappear just as she did.

¨What are you doing out here so late?”

Her voice was clear as day, a haunting memory. Quiet steps stopped right behind him, waiting for a response. She always knew. She, without fail, consistently saw the sad twinkle in his eye and always felt like the silence in his sentences hung far too long in the air for her liking. If it were up to her, she would have already begun comforting him before returning home, but she can’t force him to speak up, and she knows he certainly always will.

Turning his head, the only thing he saw was not her. Scoffing, he buried his head in his hands. He was going insane as the minutes ticked by, and his mind was suddenly catching up. Letting out a gentle whimper, he bit his lip, stopping it from quivering. He wasn’t sure what was worse—not feeling her soft gaze from across the room as she mouthed little motivations or not feeling her soul in his heart. Scrunching up his eyebrows, keeping the tears at bay, he looked at his family’s Marui pod. Ever since the funeral, he hasn’t spent more than an hour inside his home, fearing that if he took one glance at the places she spent most of her time at, he would break down and possibly do unspeakable acts that even she would frown at.

Slumping down, he succumbed to the feeling and let out tiny cries, mumbling her name between a few.

•~•

Neteyam, pushing past a couple of boys, even bumping shoulders with one, rolled his eyes as some started yelling insults at his back. Wincing at a stab of pain from his hip, he kept walking with the sack of fruits on his back. While the rest of his family either closed themselves off or spent the day growing softer, he grew angrier. He wasn’t sure what he was mad at, but he was confident that most of it was directed toward himself. If only he had run a bit faster, he would have missed it entirely and might’ve saved her.

Deciding that the throbbing wound had been annoying enough, he threw the bag on the ground. Grunting as he sat down, he noticed the eclipse coming faster than he had hoped. He planned to work outside for a while before returning home to help his mother with dinner. Taking a risky glance at his chest, her necklace sat comfortably around his neck. Before the funeral, he managed to keep it as a piece of love, but it only became a constant reminder that he wasn’t there again.

He remembers her weaving this necklace for about two days before she finished it. He had joked about wanting it for himself, and despite it being her favorite piece of jewelry, she only told him that one day it would be his. The only issue was that he expected it to be a while before it was his. Maybe she would have given it to him on his birthday, or maybe after their father had yelled at him quite angrily for something that wasn’t even his fault.

Frowning at how dull it looked now, he puffed out a breath, looking at his destination before he quickly got up and walked a bit faster this time, avoiding the pitiful stares he got from the others.

•~•

Although there had been conversations, silence spoke more than they had in the past hour. Kiri kept her gaze on tuk’s hair, avoiding her mother’s stare. She had been there; she had watched her sister die. She wondered how her brother was holding up. They were always the closest. His twin contained him just like a cup would do with water.

On the other hand, Tuk had barely registered that her sister had died a couple of days ago. Since then, she opted to sleep in the same position her sister had, feeling just a tad bit closer to her even though the truth was that she was very, very far away. She always left places with lingering gazes thinking, ¨She would like this, ¨ before smiling and walking away. Just as she did when she was here, she found comfort in her older sister.

•~•

Dinner had been relatively silent as Neytiri tried getting a couple of responses to her questions about everyone´s day. As night pooled into their home, Jake lay wide awake, eyebags much more prominent now as he desperately wished to fall asleep without waking up to a gut-wrenching nightmare from that day. He felt like something inside him had died, and it lay there clawing for a way out.

Every time he looked at lo´ak, it was like a punch to the gut. He looked so much like her, and now as he wore beads from a necklace she once wore in an armband, it simply became worse. The night she died, he spent almost every moment alone crying. Her voice, laughter, giggles, and even her scoldings replayed in his mind every second of the day despite his angry promises that he would stop thinking about his sweet, sweet girl.

¨Jake.¨

Flinching a bit at her sudden appearance, although she had been there all this time, he only felt like curling more into himself.

¨We need to le-¨

¨Every time I stare at the water, I see how scared she looked on that boat, Neytiri.¨ sharply sucking a breath in between her teeth, she sadly frowned at how she indeed saw the expression on her daughter´s face. As she held that bow with just as much confidence as she always had, her face and quivering hands gave it away, but Quaritch never noticed.

As much as Jake hated seeing how his daughter looked like her opposite, he felt guilty for feeling just a tiny bit terrified of the kid he knew to cry whenever she found a dead insect on her daily trek through the forest. Still, at that moment, he knew her as the girl who had fought three fully grown boys for simply insulting her.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he only saw how much anger she held in her eyes despite her hair covering quite a bit of her face from possibly the worst fight of her life. The snarl coming out of her as Quaritch pressed the knife just a bit deeper into her sister´s skin was engraved into his head.

Neytiri, fighting back a couple of tears at how badly this death affected them all, only took a deep breath and moved closer to her husband, who shook with quiet sobs. Her daughter was gone, and nothing was the same anymore.

#jake sully x daughter!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #neteyam x sister!reader #loak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #tuk x sister!reader #avatar twow

[canthelpit0]

Skinny

Pairing: bf!Chris sturniolo x Reader

Wordcount: 700

Summary: you talk to your boyfriend about the internet (literally just the song skinny, by Billie Eilish)

Warnings: really short, angst(?), body image, the internet, hurt/comfort (?), direct quotes, idfk

(Litterally wrote this during a 1h car trip, so it’s rlly short. I was listening to the song while writing this. Hope you guys like it tho <3)

I recently met the triplets in LA. We quickly became friends, but I always felt drawn to Chris the most.

Sure they’re all considerably hot, but there was just something about Chris that made me feel something..

Turns out I wasn’t the only one that felt it, and soon enough Chris confessed to me. Wich meant a lot, considering he has commitment issues, but he was willing to commit… for me?

We dated for a while until I realized,

I fell in love for the first time.

I may only be 20, but those 20 years felt so eternally long. Chris was everything I’d been waiting for all my life, being the hopeless romantic.

I started to go to the gym more often, and eat healthier. Not for any other reason then, I was happy.

I also started to notice that Chris’ Pepsi habits got better, and he started to eat healthier as well.

We were talking one day, both of us sitting on opposite sides of Chris’ bed.

“People say I look happy, just because I got skinny.” I sigh.

The only reason why I look happier is because I have a working healthy relationship, because I’m in love. Not because my body changed.

Chris tilts his head to the side his eyes slightly furrowed as if asking me if I’m serious.

But the ‘old’ me was still me. Maybe even the real me, my actual personality when I’m on my own, And I think she is pretty.

I never really had body image issues. I never struggled with eating.

I got famous pretty young, like 17 or so. And back then I was a kid, of corse I liked to eat. I wasn’t even that big really. I was just a kid, I didn’t care about it too much.

I’m not magically happier than I was before. I still cry.

“People say I’m acting my age now.” I sigh. “Am I already on the way out, am I ‘falling off’?”

Chris tilts his head not saying anything just trying to process my words. As if my words are outlandish to him.

“I feel like a bird in a cage, you know. With all these expectations and rumors.” I sigh softly. All these things have been bugging me for a while.

“I’m sorry.” He looks at me with not pitty but understanding. “You were my secret,” when we started dating we hadn’t told the internet. “- and I didn’t get to keep it”

But like couples do we would go out on dates. With both of us being touchy people, PDA was big. But a random fan took a picture of us kissing and it spread like wildfire.

I sigh heavily at the memories. How betrayed I had felt by those so called fans looking into my business.

“The internet is hungry for the meanest kind of funny, and somebody’s gotta feed it.” I purse my lips closing my eyes briefly.

“I suppose that’s true” Chris breaths out his eyes locked on mine.

“People really think suddenly all my problems are gone and I’m all happy, not because I’m in a healthy and stable relationship but because i got skinny.” I huff working myself up, and getting angrier and angrier at something that seems like nothing.

“Do you still cry?” I ask rhetorically, my previous breathy and small voice now loud and clear. “I mean I do.” I reply to my own question.

I look at my boyfriend and the way he looks back at me with such understanding.

We look at each other in silence. “I love you. And I’ve loved you for so long. And that’s not going to change.”

Chris says firmly a small gentle smile forming on his lips. Chris opens his arms waiting for me to come to him.

I’m not upset per se, it’s just annoying seeing people comment on my body and happiness and whatnot. It’s none of their business.

I’m a content creator. I didn’t ask for them to criticize me.

I sit up shuffling over to Chris. I let myself fall into his embrace.

But in Chris’, the love of my life’s arms, like this, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Masterlist

A/N: hope you guys like this style of writing. If h goys want to be on the taglist comment. Asks & requests are open 💕

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

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[mysticficti0n]

All my Attention part 2

warnings- swearing, fluffy/sext Tom, mentions of being cat called, romance (😏)

words- 2.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. also thank you all so much for the response to the first part! I couldn't believe I woke up and saw that many likes, I was shocked, love you all 🤍

(p.s also sorry this is quite short! but I will right more soon because I am loving this so far ★)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

"Ready?"

"yeah" I spoke again getting up and waving to the rest of the band, Tom with his newly cleaned hands held the door for me and a small smile pressed onto his face, he followed me behind and directed us out the building to the now mostly empty streets as it was around 9:30pm and not many people hung out in this area of town anyways, the feeling of night air whipping at my skin calmed me, it washed me of all my thoughts for a few seconds, we began to walk to our hotel it was around a twenty minuet walk and all on flat ground so if anything we'd make it in shorter time

"can I have a smoke?" Tom asked breaking the silence for the first time, I stopped walking to grab the packet out my bag and hand him one and get one for myself, I knew I shouldn't have really had another one but after the day I had, it was necessary "thanks" he spoke letting me light it

"no problem" we began our walk again under the flickering streetlights that pierced the night, a few cars ran by and lonely workers who were leaving the offices that surrounded the streets passed us by, my eyes found the profile of the boy next to me, still in his performance clothes and his hair tied in a cap, I was on the side where I couldn't see the lip piercing and without it he looked like a baby

"doing alright there?" his voice snatched me back as he followed his words by laugh

"I'm fine" I spoke back trying to look now anywhere but him "are you doing alright?" I spoke back

"of course, never been better!" a sarcastic tone laced his voice but I knew it wasn't intended at me "you know... I will always look out for you Y/n, especially from him- its cliche but" his steps halted, I turned myself to look at him again, our eyes locked together

"its not fair that you had to do it though Tom thats the point" i spoke, removing myself from his gaze with a serious expression "I am grateful, I am, but none of it should've happened! its bullshit" i felt myself getting angrier by the second but I couldn't stop myself

"but it's not your fault, its nobodies fault but his Y/n" Tom began following me as I picked up my pace "and plus were fine, we aren't the ones who have a broken nose and maybe a rib- who knows" I ignored his quips and kept going focusing on the mismatched patterns on the street "Y/n!" he called "slow down I can't go that fast" I stopped still not facing him, I felt if I looked at him all my emotions would spill out and it couldn't happen again. I felt Tom's hand press the small of my back and I turned around to face him, fighting back tears as I saw the look in his eyes that threatened to break me "please don't be upset"

"how can I not be upset, not fucking only did I have to see my ex in the audience but...his fucking face- and why the fuck did he look sad! . then you, Bill and Georg fucked him up and...and what if Felix is right- what if it gets out 'Tokio Hotel beats fan' and what story will he fucking tell?! and it is my fault- I should've never got with him, i don't know what to fucking do with myself. the media still think me and him are together, daily I get tagged or sent pictures of me and him saying 'Y/n and Brian are so cute' or 'Y/n and Brian are so that' and it kills me! I want to scream and yes you were right Tom, I do hide my feelings and that little fucking pathetic cry I had earlier was only fucking some of it!" my voice shook as I only got louder, Tom watched, eyes analysing everything I did

"Y/n you cannot blame this all on yourself! you didn't cause it, yes you did date Brian but that isn't your fault that dick came tonight!" Toms voice matched mine "you can't seriously think that-"

"You don't fucking understand Tom! fuck you get different girls every god damn night- fuck them and leave them and you're seen as this sexy guy! you haven't been in a relationship since Savour and that didn't go well did it? so you don't get it! You'll never understand the shit I feel right now!" I screamed shoving his body away from me, he looked shocked, eyes narrowing

"And what?! yes I fuck girls but I'm fucking looking out for you and trying to understand its not my fault you are to much of a fucking bitch to actually talk to us about it!" his words caught me off guard "I want you to be okay! but all you're doing is smoking like a fucking chimney and shoving me away literally!" with that I spun on my heal and walked away from him again, I couldn't get my head straight "don't fucking walk away!" I flipped him off and herd him groan "Y/n come on!"

after that I never looked back- keeping my head down and ignored the comments random people said on the streets about my clothes and my 'pretty little face'. I finally saw the flashy lights of our hotel and pushed the door open to a friendly looking desk women clicking away at a computer

"hiya darling what can I do you for?" she spoke glaring up at me with green glasses perched near the end of her nose

"I have a room under the name Y/l/n" she nodded and typed along the keyboard

"mhm.. okay yes your luggage was dropped earlier by a huge bus with like hundreds of other stuff..." she trailed off " here is your key number 486 on the 4th floor and if you need anything don't be afraid to give us a call" the ginger lady spoke passing me my key

"thank you..." I went to walk to the lift before I saw the door open again and a panting Tom fell through "fuck" I hummed going into the metal doors of the lift

"Y/n come on... shit" he growled "hold the door" I saw him jog toward me and I stuck my arm out before the doors could close "thanks" and all I did was raise my eyebrows, the ride up to the 4th floor felt like an eternity, stood in silence besides the slight clipping of the metal shaft

'floor number 4' the intercom spoke revealing a long corridor barren bar a few plants potted by doors, I walked out closely followed by Tom who had just caught his breath, I looked at the numbers passing by until I finally saw mine near the end, I slipped my key into the hole and turned it open, the room was small but large enough to keep me for the night, one double bed, a tv, small make up desk and a bathroom with a huge mirror

"you can go now" I spoke to Tom who was standing outside my room hands in his pockets staring at me

"no" is all he answered with "we need to talk, and I mean properly talk" I shook my head

"not tonight" I saw his face soften "I just... I can't Tom"

"okay... tomorrow?"

"maybe" I spoke back to which he breathed and opened his arms calling me in for a hug- even if we had the worst argument, wanted to murder each other, we'd always hug each other it was just one of those. I walked into his arms and they curled around my hip pulling me tightly, my forehead landed into his neck to which he rested his head on top

"I love you" Tom whispered pressing a light kiss to the top of my head

"love you too"

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RING RING RING

my heart stopped hearing my phone go off next to me in bed, I squinted trying to avoid the bright light that was now illuminating my room 'Mom' I sighed happily and picked the phone up holding it to my ear "hello" my voice was groggy and full of sleep but I tried to sound as awake as I could for 5:25am

"hi sunshine! how are you?" she spoke and I could feel the smile through the phone

"I'm okay, tired but all good here, how about you?"

"well we're missing you, your sister has been asking when her big sister will be home, oh darling- how are the boys? they doing good to I hope" hearing the mention of my sister warmed me, my mini me, my little Stella, she was only 2 and was just the best thing in the whole wide world to me, her cute little blonde curls that decorated her head and her bright green eyes, she was gorgeous

"ah I miss her so much, tell her soon I only have one more show and its a day show so I could try be home today to see her, and the guys are good, me and Tom walked back last night from the show- but nothing really interesting has happened since- how's home?"

"well, I've been spending a lot of my days cleaning, playing dress up with Stella and cooking dinner so not at all fun compared to what you're doing sweetie... but I did call you to ask something" her voice went serious, she never had these sorts of conversations with me unless something bad happened "so I was speaking to Tom last night-"

"Tom who?" my heart dropped "Kaulitz or not?"

"mhm, Kaulitz and he said to me-" my stomach dropped she doesn't know yet, I didn't have the mind to say to her that me and Brian broke up, she admired him... "well he asked if me, your father, Stella, his family, Georg and Gustav's family would like to come see your show today as it being a day show we can bring Stella and I think she'll love it, I mean you remember when she sat in the practise studio and clapped when you and Bill gave her the show of a life time" thank fuck

"OH! Oh my god yes that would be amazing! yes do come" I called, my sleepiness soon going into adrenaline realising I get to see my family again after a month "and of course I remember performing for Stella, she loved it, oh but please mom come" I herd her laugh and shift herself in whatever seat she was in

"okay darling we will- I'll best leave you for now and I'll see you tonight, love you sunshine!"

"love you mom see you later" the line ended and I did a lying down happy dance, I was ready to preform that second, I couldn't contain my excitement, I quickly got up running from my room to go to the room of the guitarist, my knuckles going red from hitting so hard

"fuck I'm coming my god-" as the door opened I ran into his arms "woah what the fuck!"

"thank you so much!" I chanted squeezing him tightly, I pulled away and his face went from looking scared shitless to a shy grin

"shit I thought you were a crazy fan or something Y/n, and why are you thanking me?" he wrapped his arms around me relaxing

"inviting mom and dad and Stella and everyone else, just... ahh I can't wait!" we pulled apart and I started jumping around "I get to see my Stella!"

"Oh no problem, I thought she'd love to see our show as were her favourites, obviously" he smiled, scratching his head- for the first time I actually looked at Tom properly, I realised he was in his boxers which fit in all the right places according to him and nothing else besides the necklace he wore every day... thats also when I realised I was still in my little black number with a sheer mesh top just about reaching my thighs

"I can't get over it!" I laughed perching myself on his bed

"scuff what I said yesterday, tonight will be the best show we ever do" he walked over to the other side of his bed and lay back down, one arm resting on his stomach and the other went behind my back and held my hip giving me a feeling I'd never had before from Tom- butterflies.

"oh absolutely" i huffed "I am like completely awake now"

"good, well I mean we've gotta go in like an hour ish for rehearsal" I nodded relaxing more into the spongy mattress, we sat there in comfortable silence, his hand still holding me ".....im sorry for last night- not for the fight- the way I spoke to you.. It wasn't right, I was so close to just knocking on your door and saying this all but I had a feeling you would beat me up if I tried" he laughed looking up to me causing me to do the same

"so you take back calling me a 'fucking bitch'?" he nodded

"yep- all of it. I think I was just... worried for you, you know how much I care about you and seeing you looking upset all day was just... ugh I don't even know"

"I know... I'm sorry I know you were trying but I am just.. a twat really" he rolled his eyes "what?"

"you've only just realised?" he spoke sarcastically, lifting his head from the pillow to look properly at me

"hey!" I shoved him and he nearly fell from the end of the bed, quickly I moved to grab him before he slipped and panic shot though his body

"Y/N!" he called reaching out for me before his body slammed into the floor with a thud "ow"

"Oh- Oh my god! are you okay!? I'm... fuck... I'm sorry" I spoke through stifled laughter as I held my chest, Tom sat back up and rubbed his back, I have no clue what made be laugh harder but I fell stomach first on to the bed and belted out another cackle hearing Tom join it with me

"you are such a fucking idiot!" he called scruffing my hair, I got back up leaning up on my elbows, he still on the floor, when we sat like this our faces were only a few inches away and the room fell quiet, smiles still spread across our faces. I watched his eyes, those brown eyes there is something bewitching about them. They can be warm and inviting, or mysterious and brooding, they flickered between my Y/C/E eyes and my lips giving me a nervous ache through my body "I meant what I said before that all though Y/n" my name coming from his pierced lips made me feel different then any other time "I care about you so fucking much it's crazy-" the tension between us grew, he leaned in closer to me, my heart racing with excitement. the only source of light emanating from a small lamp on the bedside table which just about illuminated his face but i could see the meaning in his movements as his hand reached to cup my jaw, he drew me closer, our foreheads knocking together "I want to kiss you right now" he spoke in a whisper, it was just loud enough for me to hear, our eyes flicked back together and though no words left me, he knew exactly what I wanted to say

As he pulled me closer, my heart was beating so quickly, it felt as if it could leap out of my chest at any moment. Our eyes met for a brief moment again before he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I melted into his touch. Every inch of my body was on fire, my mind could only think of Tom, Tom fucking Kaulitz.... who knew I need it so badly. Without breaking the kiss he stood back up and brought me to my knees, his hand holding my face to his, I tangled my arms around his neck trying to get him closer and closer "fuck" I spoke and it came more as a whimper as he tugged gently on my hair, I felt a smirk appear to his face. We pulled away and immediately I felt coldness but I soon melted as he brought my gaze to him

"you don't understand how long I've wanted to kiss you Y/n"

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tokio hotel imagine #tom kaulitz x reader #00s #germany #tom kaulitz imagines #kaulitz twins #2000's music #fluff #tom kaulitz fanfic

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Could you please write something for prompt 37 and 71 from the normal prompt list? Maybe the reader has atopic dermatitis and during a bad flare up people start making fun of her online so Christian has to comfort her.

If you're uncomfortable with the topic maybe you could change it to something else with the prompts that you feel more comfortable writing, I love your stories

37: “he/she said what to you?”

71: helping you/them feel better

Fic type: fluff

Word count: 1049

Warnings: mention of horrible comments

Link to masterlist

Hi lovely, just wanted to say (and for those reading) that topics like these are absolutely fine for me to write! Like I mentioned on my pinned post, I’m an open book. I’m comfortable writing about pretty much anything besides the few that I mentioned! I appreciate you checking in though, but I hope I wrote about this okay. I tried to get it as accurate as possible. As someone who has mild eczema, I feel the pain 😔

Happy reading 🩵

“The food at the venue was so fucking good tonight, right?” Christian exclaimed, a wide smile on his face. It was a successful show that night. He had finally returned to the ring after a few weeks away. Not only was he excited about being in front of the crowd again and being in front of the camera with you, but also for the food. At this arena, they always served the best meals. You returned the smile, kissing his cheek as you made your way into the hotel room to sort out a small problem you had been facing.

Due to the weather becoming warm again and dealing with the heat of the arena, your skin had been playing up. The heat around you was a humid one, making you sweat a bit more than usual. And just your luck, moments before you and Christian were due in the ring for a promo, you had a flare up. Your skin was red, dry, sore and itchy. Beyond the uncomfortable feelings it was also painfully obvious on camera. That day, you had chosen to wear lighter colours to contrast against the black that your boyfriend wore which meant the condition of your skin was far more obvious than usual. So you sat on the stool by the dresser, applying the lotion prescribed by your doctor to try and soothe the pain that, thankfully, stuck to your arms alone.

Christian sat his cute little butt in the middle of the bed, laying back with a content sigh. He was still very full from the food he had eaten that evening. Laying there with his phone in one hand and the other resting on his head, twirling his hair, he decided to scroll through Twitter. It was a fun pastime for him; he’d get all sorts of stuff on his feed ranging from cats, to cooking videos, and back to wrestling. Feeling the urge to put himself over, he looked up the tag of his name to see what everyone was saying about his appearance on the show. But as he looked through recent posts, his smile faded.

A good portion of his “fans” decided to take shots at you, calling you rude and disgusting names, making fun of your skin. The more he read, the angrier he became at their disgusting comments.

“Oh…that’s a bit…” you said, voice trailing off. Christian hadn’t noticed you pull out your phone after getting notifications of direct messages on your Instagram from those aforementioned “fans”. The bullying had continued across most social media platforms and thus one particular message had completely shattered you. Normally you wouldn’t let comments like these get to you as they only looked for attention. But it was particularly harsh that you allowed it to pierce your heart.

“What is it?” Christian asked as he jumped off the bed, walking towards you. Unfortunately, you were completely unable to speak without risking a breakdown in front of him. So you handed him your phone to read the message in which this person had compared your appearance to a certain horror movie character, and suggested that you “off yourself”.

“He said what to you?!” He practically shouted, anger getting the best of him as another message came through, making fun of your appearance yet again. Realising that he was giving those people what they wanted by paying attention to them, he put your phone down and began pacing, chest heaving with pure anger. You looked at your phone, sadly wondering why some people could be so cruel over something they didn’t understand. At this point, the pain on your skin returned.

“Here, let me put the lotion on for you.” He said, voice softening at seeing the uncomfortable look on your face. The more you thought about their words, though, the more upset you became. Christian gently rubbed the lotion into your dry skin with the tips of his fingers. He knew that this was the least painful way of rubbing it in. He peeled up to see tears well up in your eyes as you avoided eye contact with him. You had cried in front of him before but it still didn’t change the fact that you hated doing it.

Sighing, he pulled you in for a hug once he had finished up. Rocking you side to side, he stroked your hair, whispering “shh, shh” into your ear as you let the emotions take hold.

“I know that it’s hard to accept loving words,” he began, letting his hand drift down to your back, “but you truly are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. Skin issues or not.” He pulled back to look at your beautiful face, cupping your cheeks with a genuine smile.

“Having to deal with this must suck in every way possible. But the way you handle it is so beautiful to me. I love how you never let it affect your confidence, you still wear whatever you want whether you have a flare up or not. I love how you always take comments in your stride, and educate those who don’t know any better or are curious. I just…I love everything about how you deal with it. And I love you, unconditionally. I want you to remember that you are the most beautiful person I know. Inside and out.”

You leave forward to kiss him, ignoring the tears that rolled down and stained your cheeks. He was truly the best thing that had happened to you, and you were forever grateful that you had him in your life. It was hard dealing with situations like this but knowing he would always be there by your side made it so much easier.

“You wanna take a quick selfie for my Instagram?” He asked, knowing it was something you enjoyed doing. He’d always shower you with love and affection when he posted you. So despite knowing you’d get some negativity, you agreed with a big smile. You could never say no to appreciation from him. Once the photo was up, as expected, the horrible comments continued. But you did your best to ignore them, choosing instead to allow Christian to love all over you, kissing every inch of your body to the delightful sound of your giggles.

#christian cage #captain charisma #christian #christian wwe #jay reso #instant classic #christian cage imagine #christian cage fanfic #christian cage x reader

[jihyocentric]

cant stop thinking about daddy nayeon… i noticed that jihyo got a size kink so may i please request something a long the lines of nahyo bought a new toy that’s the thickest jihyo ever tried (maybe it’s a knotted toy 😳)

but anyways, nayeon is filming the process of preparing jihyo to be able to take the entire toy and when jihyo finally hilts the entire thing, nayeon is praising how pretty jihyo looks stretched around the toy and how proud she is of jihyo being able to take all of it. saying that she’s a dirty girl being all messy and unable to speak coherently

maybe jihyo squirts around the toy or is extra sensitive, up to you or you can totally ignore this. i just needed to share this bc that most recent nahyo post got me 🥵

jihyo is really the number 1 size queen, nobody likes a challenge more than her. based on this fill.

-

"hyo, talk to me!"

nayeon is nearly whining when she grips jihyo's arm, making the wolf in sheep's clothing that was her girlfriend turn her head around.

jihyo had been a pragmatic and unapproachable to nayeon ever since they've met. later on, nayeon realized that jihyo was only like that to her, and nobody else. to others, jihyo was a total sweetheart, the type of person to share big smiles and light up the room, but nayeon was an exception. and if nayeon was an exception, in her mind, that could only mean that she was special to jihyo. (she wasn't all that wrong.)

after jihyo gave nayeon a chance, an actual chance that was not only corresponding to her flirting but really making things official (and nayeon made sure jihyo wouldn't go back on her decision of becoming her girlfriend by making her sign a fake contract that she quickly wrote down on a napkin), nayeon came to the conclusion that jihyo was not that threatening or unapproachable. jihyo became a soft girlfriend who loved to be in her arms and hear anything silly nayeon had to say, and it really took nayeon by surprise.

it was when they had their first fight that nayeon realized that, despite being adorable, her so called 'babygirl' could look scary at times. it happened mostly when jihyo thought nayeon was being too much and gave her the cold shoulder, or when nayeon fed bbuyo more than what he needs and makes her cat look huge with the amount of canned food nayeon gave him (in her defense, he kept asking for more and she couldn't resist his cuteness because he was just like his owner), or when nayeon didn't stop girls from flirting with her and it made jihyo's blood boil under her skin.

that look of displeasure on jihyo's face was hot, but it was particularly scary and nayeon didn't know if she loved it or if she wanted to hide, afraid that if she said anything jihyo would get even angrier.

"you want us to make a sex tape? is that what you're suggesting?" jihyo asks, her voice low and eyes focusing on the tv nayeon had back in her room. it was smaller than the one at the living room, but it was a perfect setting for when they wanted to cuddle and watch movies.

jihyo didn't look happy to hear what nayeon had to say, but she didn't look unhappy either. she was frowning just like she did when she was angry, and had her arms crossed. unfortunately, nayeon didn't know how to explain what she wanted in a better way.

"i-i'll be away for two weeks, hyo... i just want to have something to remind me of you when i'm touring. i even bought a new toy for us to try out!" nayeon tries to sound serious but it comes out more like a blabber, and jihyo looks at her with a straight face that makes her shiver.

being clearly more mature than her girlfriend, despite their two year age gap where jihyo is the youngest, jihyo thinks about the possible consequences to nayeon's wish.

"aren't you worried about it leaking? what if someone finds the video and posts it online? nayeon, we need to be careful with those things." she says it softly, sighing because suddenly the idea of getting recorded while nayeon went down on her sounded way too appealing.

"i won't have it on my phone!" nayeon is quick to reply. "nor the computer. i bought a camera for this, and the video is staying there. it'll be even less likely to leak, you can trust me on that," she says, then clears her throat, knowing that if she showed jihyo the other item that she'd bought, maybe the younger would change her mind. "wait, i'll show you the toy."

before jihyo gets a say, nayeon gets up from the bed and runs towards her wardrobe, getting a box from there and then placing it on the bed. jihyo gets curious, sitting on her knees as she watches nayeon untie the ribbon on it, in order to open the box.

"i thought about giving it to you as a gift," nayeon says, taking the toy from the box. "it's why it's baby blue! so you'll think of me when i'm not here!"

jihyo wants to slap her own face when she sees nayeon holding a dildo while acting as if that was just a regular gift. nayeon smiled like a cute bunny, and jihyo didn't have the heart to find it ridiculous. instead, she found it precious. it doesn't even look like nayeon is the same person she calls daddy and makes her see stars in bed, but jihyo was used to that contrast already.

"is that a..." jihyo's eyes widens when she realizes there's a bump at the base of the toy. "is that a knot?"

nayeon nods. "it is! i thought you would like to... you know... get knotted by daddy."

instead of slapping nayeon anywhere her hands can reach, because nayeon does sounds ridiculous now, jihyo blushes at the dirty thought of getting that thing inside of her. all of it. it looked bigger than the biggest toy they owned before, and jihyo didn't know if she'd be able to get it in deep enough for the knot to fit, but she was definitely going to give it a try.

if it is a challenge, then jihyo won't say no.

"okay." jihyo says, taking nayeon by surprise when she seemingly agrees to indulge her.

"really, baby? can i record us?" nayeon asks, and if she had a tail it would be wagging fast at that point.

jihyo nods. "okay."

it's all jihyo says, and nayeon takes it as a permission to go get the camera. she places the box somewhere else and sets the camera in a place where it would get the bed in a good angle, where she was sure they would appear clearly and nicely.

as nayeon knew that the new toy was considerably thicker and lengthier than what jihyo was used to taking, and that jihyo always wanted to start with fingers first (it was the better way to stretch and get jihyo wet enough), she helped jihyo take her clothes off and went straight to her favorite place, eagerly placing kisses across the valley of jihyo's breasts.

that was truly what nayeon loved the most. watching as jihyo lost composure and became a person no one but her knew about was delightful in many ways, even more so when the younger was already writhing at the slightest touch on her tits — nayeon found it endearing even, and she couldn't help but get wet with the fact that the same girl who was making her quiver in fear just minutes ago when she looked slightly angry, was now calling her daddy as she sneaked a finger inside of her dripping pussy.

jihyo was stiff at first, she couldn't help but be extremely conscious at the fact that they were being recorded. not only could that video leak, but if nayeon wanted to watch it when she wasn't supposed to and any of her band mates saw jihyo as that whimpering mess, entirely submissive to nayeon (or, as jihyo herself calls, daddy), she'd dig her own grave and bury herself alive.

nayeon seems to notice it and she stops, keeping her finger in jihyo but taking her mouth off her nipple. "relax, babygirl. what's going on? do you want to stop?"

jihyo shakes her head. "it's okay. one more finger, please."

nayeon complies, sliding another finger in her slick entrance, placing a kiss on jihyo's neck. "if you want to stop at any point, tell me and i'll stop recording..."

"no, it's alright. i want to give you something to remind of me when you're away, too. just promise me you won't show it to anybody. and that you'll be careful with that camera." jihyo says while looking into nayeon's eyes. she trusted her, obviously, but she wanted nayeon to give her reassurance.

"of course i promise," nayeon pecks her lips softly. "i'd never let anybody watch my girl getting fucked."

jihyo sighs and pouts. "there you go ruining the moment."

nayeon smiles and kisses her pout before she dives back into her tits. nayeon could never get satisfied, latching on jihyo's nipples hungrily as she thrusts her fingers in and out, feeling proud when jihyo moans and her narrow walls tightens around her fingers, knowing she was doing a great job.

without pulling her fingers out, nayeon inches away from jihyo's breasts, placing gentle kisses over her tummy and then her thighs, then looks up at jihyo as her mouth finally went to where jihyo needed. nayeon was way better than jihyo had originally thought — her ego was too big and jihyo thought she was all bark no bite, but then she found out about how talented nayeon was in bed and everything changed.

jihyo's back arched, closing her eyes tightly when nayeon kisses her just right in her most sensitive spot, she was already too sensitive and they hadn't even gotten the toy yet. all it took was nayeon's command for jihyo to come and the younger's thighs were suddenly trying to close, despite nayeon's head being right there to prevent that from happening.

"there you go, babygirl. did that feel good?" nayeon asks, placing a kiss over jihyo's tummy.

jihyo hums. "more than good." she touches nayeon's face and brings it closer, letting her hands on nayeon's cheeks as she kisses her deeply. "i'm ready now, daddy. give it to me."

nayeon nods, almost eagerly, taking her fingers out and sucking them dry as jihyo watches. she takes the strap, placing the new toy where the dildo should go, and jihyo flushes at the thought of really taking it all. the reality finally hits her and she finds it too big. perhaps her need to win had taken her too far this time, and maybe she should give up. but then she saw nayeon happily lubing it up and she didn't have the heart to tell nayeon that she was chickening out.

jihyo took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was no coward.

"i'll go slow." nayeon reassures, placing the bottle of lube at the nightstand where she could grab easily if needed, although jihyo was wet enough by herself and the amount she'd spread across the shaft should work just fine.

"you better," jihyo hisses, letting nayeon settle between her thighs.

"feisty kitten." nayeon coos. "i should get you ears and a tail when i come back. you'd make a pretty kitty."

nayeon is such a sweet talker that jihyo almost doesn't feel the tip of the toy sliding inside of her. almost, because it's impossible to ignore it when it was that big, and the first reaction she has is to sink her nails in nayeon's shoulders, making the aspiring rockstar whimper at the stinging pain.

"this is too big... i can't," jihyo whines, part of her enjoying the intense stretch, but she also felt pain. nayeon lets jihyo discount the pain on her shoulders, moaning at the way the harness brushes against her own clit, pushing it further in despite jihyo's disbelief in herself. "daddy!"

"it's already halfway in, babygirl. you look so pretty," nayeon inches closer, brushing their lips together before she takes jihyo's lips in hers briefly. "even prettier when stretched around my cock."

the sensation of pain jihyo feels at first becomes more bearable and she starts to enjoy it. nayeon doesn't try to sink deeper, keeping short and slow thrusts that makes jihyo moan huskily against her lips, until she feels jihyo's legs wrapping around her waist as a sign that she should keep going and stuff her more.

"want more," jihyo asks, almost pleads, feeling vulnerable at nayeon's mercy. "think i can take it."

"of course you can. my pretty girl can take anything i give her." nayeon praises, moving her hips forward tentatively and reaching deeper, watching closely as jihyo's eyes start to water. "crybaby."

"faster!" jihyo asks, hands getting lost on nayeon's back.

nayeon doesn't refrain from putting more effort behind her thrusts, she knew just how jihyo liked it — intense and rough. slow and passionate could wait for some other time, because all jihyo wanted was to keep getting more of that shaft inside of her and nayeon complied, loving the way jihyo cried out whenever she pushed in deeper, until jihyo could feel the bump at the base of the shaft prodding at her entrance. the same one she'd seen earlier.

the feeling made her legs tremble, finally acknowledging that she had managed to take the entire shaft inside of her. jihyo even dared to take a look between them, cheeks getting red when she noticed the slight elevation on her tummy. that toy was that thick and jihyo took it proudly.

jihyo started to love the way it stretched her sooner than nayeon would've thought. it was intense and left jihyo breathless, but she kept wanting more. nayeon was evidently more than happy to give her anything she asked, holding jihyo's waist with both hands as she sped up, almost drooling at the sight of her girlfriend's pussy being greedily stretched by the toy, wanting to know what would be jihyo's reaction if she slipped that knot in.

it was certainly tempting and nayeon would love to see her messy girl cry and struggle to take it, but she wouldn't do anything jihyo didn't want. yet it seemed as if jihyo had read nayeon's mind, tapping nayeon's big hands that secured her hips, asking for her attention.

"i want you to push it inside me." jihyo asks, needy and all flushed, making nayeon slow her thrusts down. jihyo whines at the lost of pace, walls clamping around the thick shaft, one of her hands slipping between them so she could rub her swollen clit.

"ask politely." nayeon says, almost growls, feeling as if she was losing her sanity by seeing jihyo trying to fuck herself on the very same shaft she had thought she wouldn't be able to take.

looking up at nayeon with her eyes dark with lust, jihyo licks her lips, knowing exactly what she should say to absolutely break nayeon.

"please knot me, daddy."

"fuck." it's all nayeon says before she takes off, kissing jihyo deeply as she speeds up.

jihyo doesn't have to wait much, gladly, because nayeon forces the knot in soon enough, and it makes her moan loudly.

she cries, her cheeks get wet from the painful stretch but it feels better than anything she'd ever experienced, guiding her into a strong orgasm that makes her sob into nayeon's neck. she stops rubbing her clit and hugs nayeon as she comes down from the edge, nayeon's sweet words muttered close to her ear helping her get back to normal.

"are you alright, hyo?" nayeon asks softly, pressing kisses down jihyo's shoulder.

jihyo lets go of nayeon and lays limp on the bed, regaining her strengths ever so slowly. she can't answer with words, so instead she nods.

"can't even speak, huh?" nayeon coos, moving away so she could gaze at her well done work. "just one time won't be enough, though. it's two weeks that i'll be away. you better get ready, hyo."

jihyo can only shudder when she feels nayeon nibbling at her neck.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #rockstar au #fill #i'm nahyocentric atp

[un-naturalworld]

i was writing a long-winded post about this topic but the more i wrote, the angrier about the internet’s current state i became, so i’ll just give my original assertion: intro to html/css & javascript should be a required high school course. thanks

[genlossneg]

Oh my god I literally cannot convey to you that stumbling on this blog felt like seeing the sunlight again after being trapped underground for months. I thought I was crazy for finding fault with genloss because I have not seen any actual valid criticism anywhere and I thought I was losing my mind for not seeing the glory that is the, ‘next wave of indie horror content’.

Please.

There’s more horror in an average retail store on any given weekend than this entire series has in its three episodes.

Christ I don’t even know where to begin with this thing.

I’m not a film student but I’ve read the other film student anons’ posts and they are so incredibly right. There is so much about the series that felt hastily thrown together and I also loathe the phrase ‘intentionally bad’ when it’s something that’s been hyped up for as long as it has and yet, fell so incredibly flat. I have never been more bored, irritated, and confused watching a piece of media before, and have continued to feel this way as I watch diehard fans of Ranboo tout how great of a series it is?

Hey, Boobers- cmere, let me tell you a secret, genloss ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

It’s a lukewarm, lackluster production at best, and if I didn’t know going in that this was supposed to be Ranboo’s passion project, it literally feels like a school assignment he had only the bare interest in putting together. God this thing has no soul. It has no spark. And it hurts so much to know that this is what this great incredibly hyped-up project became, because from how they talked about it, it's obvious Ranboo loves this thing, and I wanted to love it too.

But it ain’t good. And someone should’ve told him long before now it needs massive edits, and I get it, getting hard criticism is painful and isn't fun, but if it makes your end product better, your piece of entertainment content more enjoyable for the consumer, then you gotta listen and bare it.

I’m an author and I know they do it because they love me, but whenever my editors are like ‘ayo this shit is whack wtf you talking about’ it does hurt my pride but!!!! But!!!!!!!! I go back and take a harder look at that section and sometimes I stand by what I wrote, but other times I now see what was wrong with it and make the edits. Sometimes entire concepts have to get cut to trim down the story and make it more cohesive and that also sucks, but you just tuck those ideas away for later or another project, and tbh I do not feel like anyone did this with the genloss concept.

This entire story feels like it is stapled together and there is literally no through line!! It is a random bag of ideas mashed together to form what I imagine an AI would generate if you typed in ‘mall, horror, evil cooperation’. Fuck it hurts. It hurts so much to be someone that is so passionate about storytelling and writing to see genloss get the attention it has, and for Ranboo to be praised for their ‘excellent writing skills’.

I do understand this was probably their second real attempt at writing a story for public consumption (first being his character’s arc in the dsmp), and like, nothing anyone writes on their second attempt to tell a story is gonna be great. Mine wasn’t, no writer’s is, and that’s okay I really genuinely get that, my problem is how the production was hyped up, how the budget was apparently blown on so much wasteful crap, and then how no one with experience telling stories took a look at his concept before production began.

It makes me sick to know that box cost 18k. Do you know what I, and many other small creators, could do with that kinda money?

This was a few weeks ago? Maybe last week? But Ranboo said over here on the tumbles that they were thinking about genloss in written form, IE a book, and I think I literally blacked out I got so angry. I am also writing a book (hahahaha hi it is not easy!) and I honestly don’t think it's half bad, but I have still been fighting tooth and nail to get eyes on it and nothing makes me angrier than knowing Ranboo could slap some half-baked shit into a word doc, get whatever kind of fancy printing they wanted, and sell more copies than I likely ever will.

I don’t wish anything ill on the dude, he seems like a nice person and I hope he succeeds, but jesus christ, someone needs to be real with them on their writing and story construction. TBH I think a large part of the problem is how rabid his fanbase is, so any kind of criticism gets buried under threats and just, people blowing smoke up his ass, and that is not helpful to him as a creator!! Dude wants to grow and improve, stop telling them genloss is the best thing since sliced bread!!

Let him get his feelings hurt over this, let them take that and make it their drive, let him know he can do better.

If you keep settling for mediocrity, you never push yourself to do something great.

But that’s just my two cents. Thank you for letting me word vomit in your inbox, I have been going crazy and I will likely be back <3

-the author anon

this blog is collecting anons representing all the creative aspects of gen loss like pokemon. first film student anon. now author anon.

but in all seriousness i'm glad this blog is a breath of fresh air for you <3 you're right! my first couple attempts at writing (mostly fanfiction, some original) i am very glad they do not exist online. part of writing well is being kind of really bad at it for a bit. ive taken a writing class (in college) and the entire foundation of that class was "we will write and then your classmates will give you feedback" and it made a lot of my work so much better. feedback is like. how you get good and i feel like you're right, the fanbase does drown a lot of that out (hence me making a dedicated blog!)

i hadn't heard of the gen loss book concept before this but. i can't imagine it would be super great at the current form of gen loss is in. and writing is so much more than "here's the plot" like. establishing a good setting and sense of place and making us actually connect with the protagonist and. author anon that awakened something in me

Let him get his feelings hurt over this, let them take that and make it their drive, let him know he can do better. If you keep settling for mediocrity, you never push yourself to do something great.

anyways. great thoughts! reposting that quote for those in the back :)

#ask #gen loss neg #gen loss crit

[ghostofskywalker]

hi <3 can i request more of platonic bucky x reader pls? maybe how their friendship started and how they became so close? the blurb you wrote for them is so cute 🥺 thank you!

hello!! you absolutely can, i'm not sure if this was exactly what you envisioned but i really enjoyed writing it :)

words: 1,100

summary: you thought that everyone in the compound knew not to touch your favorite coffee mug, so when it starts disappearing more often, you decide to get to the bottom of the situation.

prequel to this fic || bucky barnes masterlist

First Come, First Serve

Everyone in the compound knew not to touch your mug. Well, it wasn’t exclusively your mug, but it was the one piece of kitchenware that you used every single day. It was the perfect size for what you wanted, it was painted in your favorite shade of your favorite color, and it fit perfectly in your hands as you sat and enjoyed your favorite hot beverages in the morning. And everyone had seen you with it enough times that they tended to avoid using it altogether.

Until one day you noticed that it was gone from the cupboard, and eventually you found it sitting in the dishwasher, clearly having been used for someone’s morning coffee. You were fine of course, it wasn’t your piece of property to begin with, but after having spent so much time where it was always at your disposal, you started to wonder why things were changing now of all moments.

It didn’t happen every day, but little by little you could tell that you weren’t the only one using it. And your curiosity got the better of you, so that observation became something of an investigation, a way to see who also had an affinity for your favorite mug in the entire compound.

You watched Wanda first, you knew that the two of you shared a similar love for your favorite color, but whenever you saw her drink tea or make some for Vision she always used a pair of matching white mugs, decidedly different from the one you had noticed in the dishwasher the day before and the one you were used to using every day.

After that theory was disproved, you thought Steve might be the culprit. He always woke up before you and most of the time, he had already finished his morning coffee and workout before you had even pulled yourself out of bed. But one morning when you staked out the kitchen (you set your alarm for about the time when you knew Steve liked to eat breakfast and you checked to see what mug he was using), you found that this hypothesis was also incorrect, and you were back to square one.

At this point, you were going a little bit mad. Of course various “logical” explanations crossed your brain, such as the one that this was not the work of just one person but rather each person in the compound using the mug once or twice, making the crime a here-and-there thing. But you still couldn’t shake the idea that it was just one culprit, so you kept investigating, even when it turned up no leads.

Eventually your suspicions were confirmed, when you happened to head out to the compound’s kitchen in the middle of the night needing a drink of water, and you were shocked to find out that you weren’t the only one awake at this hour.

The mug, your mug, was sitting on the island, full of what you assumed to be a cup of chamomile tea and steaming slightly. And once you registered who had their hand curled around it, you weren’t too proud of your next words.

“It was you!” A little angrier than you originally wanted to sound, there was no mistaking that you were annoyed, and Bucky Barnes looked like a deer in headlights as he registered what you had just said to him.

“I’m sorry?”

“The mug,” you said, pointing at it on the counter, sitting there like it was somehow taunting you with the explanation so simple it should have been high up on the list of possibilities. Although he had been living in the compound for upwards of six months at this point, Bucky Barnes was still the newest member of the team, and it was more than likely that no one had briefed him on the mug situation when he first moved in. It was a complete coincidence, that he had a natural tendency to fall into a routine and a shared affinity for your favorite color, hence why the mug you had long considered to be “yours” was now showing up dirty more often than not. “I’ve used that mug almost every single day that I’ve lived here, and usually everyone leaves it for me,” you explained. “I was losing my mind trying to figure out why it was never there when I wanted a cup of coffee or tea, and I didn’t realize it had been taken up by someone else.”

“I didn’t mean to-” Bucky said, his eyes growing wide as he stared at you. “No one told me that everyone had their own mugs.”

Shit. You hadn’t meant to alienate him, of course he wouldn’t have known. You didn’t even know him that well, and you had already botched your chances of a good first impression. “No, it’s okay,” you said quickly, hoping it would wipe some of the guilt off his expression. “I’m sorry for my outburst, I just wasn’t expecting to solve this mystery at two o’clock in the morning, that’s all.”

“From now on I’ll pick another mug,” Bucky said.

“You don’t have to, it’s not like there aren’t others in the cabinet.”

“No, if this is your favorite I can pick something else.”

“But clearly it’s your favorite too.”

Now the two of you were locked in a challenge, neither wanting to back down. It continued well into the night, with you sitting down next to him at the island, sleep long forgotten. As you started to talk more about other things, you realized just how similar the two of you were, and soon you were laughing together like you’d been friends for years. When it was finally time for you to go back to bed (your body was like two seconds away from a full shutdown), you had a completely new outlook on Bucky Barnes.

That friendship only grew a few days later, when you walked into the kitchen one morning to see a box with your name on it sitting on the counter. Inside was what you thought was “your” coffee mug, but it soon became obvious that this was another one, based on the note tucked inside, written in slightly scrawly handwriting.

Found a couple extras at the store today, with the help of Steve. Now we both can enjoy the best mug in the compound, without any fuss or worry.

The (Accidental) Mug Thief

You couldn’t help but smile as you read the note and held the mug in your hands, knowing that you had just found a best friend and kindred spirit for life.

- the end -

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #platonic bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x best friend reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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Self rec fic

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thanks @annaofthenorthernlights for tagging me!

1. Pretty Please (Kristanna, E) This is my very favorite fic ever. Anna and Kristoff have this super intense relationship based on love and trust. And yeah, maybe Kristoff likes to wear lace panties and be told he's pretty. I wrote it for @99goosebumps for the 2023 BDSM exchange, but I know it's not for everyone. More than anything, though, I wrote it for me.

“Show me how bad you want it, Kristoff. Show me how bad you want me to spank you.” “You think I only want to sink my tongue into your $!@# so you’ll spank me?” His smile made her heart flutter as much as his words, but she tested him anyway. “Pretty men say pretty please.’” “You think I’m pretty?” he asked, each word punctuated by a sloppy, wet kiss on her thigh, "when I wear my lace panties?" When she didn't answer, he looked at her with lifted brows and puppy dog eyes. She cupped his cheeks and said, “You're not pretty, Kristoff; you're very pretty."

2. The Chaise (Gaston/Adam, E) It's seduction via flattery. This one sort of happened in a fever. The idea just kind of snowballed, and I'm still extremely tickled by the fic. Adam knows how vain Gaston is and that Gaston just can't keep his clothes on when someone wants to admire his muscles. I still go back and reread it and giggle out loud.

Adam debates buying a small chaise longue at his local antique shop until he finds out it comes with an extra large delivery man.

3. The Jakku Lantern (Kristanna, E) I wrote this as a birthday present to a friend that's deep into the Mando fandom. (And for Kristanna Halloween 2022). I wanted to combine our favorites. Kristoff's Mando helmet is stuck! Kristoff makes the most of this protection against his social anxiety to woo Anna in a way he wouldn't have been able to otherwise. It was so fun combining fandoms like this. Plus it's a Halloween fic, so it's extra fun.

It’s Kristoff, his Mandalorian helmet, and Olaf the Pumpkin King, against Raggedy Anna and Elsa AKA Maleficent, in a pumpkin carving contest judged by Sandy Claws Sven. Will Mando get a happy ending, despite the helmet that just won't budge, in this alternate version of the charades scene from Frozen II?

4. Boom, Clap! (Kristanna, E) I wrote this one for Frozen Smut Week 2023. It started out as just another S&M fic, but turned into the story of a war-injured vet who discovered the answer to his pain was more pain. And he didn't expect his heart to be mended in the process. It became something much more meaningful the more I learned about some of the things soldiers face at war and the things they face when they come back home.

Boom, clap! A sharp pain sears across Kristoff’s face from the force of Anna’s hand slapping him to the present. Stars twinkle just inside his field of vision as he rubs his cheek, and his heart beats faster in excitement. He hasn’t felt this good in years. Until an irate voice says, “What the fuck?” Anna stands in front of him, angrier than ever, and he smiles a little more. “You think that’s funny?” she asks. The correct answer is no, of course, but the right answer is that he’s elated. He looks down to hide the smile he couldn’t make go away. That’s when he sees his brace and remembers his injured leg. The only pain he feels, though, is on his cheek. “I had it handled,” she says and shows him the red rhinestone-encrusted mace attached to her keychain, which her thumb sits on top of. He grins, and says, more bravely than he would have had he not been floating on Cloud 9, “Or you could just slap me again.” Her red lips slowly curve into a cat-like smile. She folds her arms and coolly leans against the wall. Her eyes glitter with mischief, and she purrs, “Well, now you’ve got my attention.”

5. The Refugees (Kristanna, M) This is my baby. I've done some really hardcore world-building and created this really intense love story about soul mates who overcome immense obstacles to be together. I wrote this for the people who, unfortunately, knew after chapter 3 where this was going. Honestly, though, I last updated in April and I've been working up the courage to continue with it.

Kristoff, a refugee of the Northuldran genocide, and Anna, an Arendellian immigrant with a hole in her heart, fall in love and have a complicated and intense relationship.

I'm gonna tag: @99goosebumps @true--north @dei2dei @nonamemanga @jessi-skylark and anyone else who wants to show off their stuff!

#frozen #kristanna #gaston/adam #the refugees #pretty please #the chaise #boom clap #the jakku lantern

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ARC - V Month Day 8 - The Regular- ah, Standard Show

Late post again! Sry, @arcvmonth!

A/N: Man im not sure how this turned out exactly, but I'm quite fine with it.

I wrote this before the day but didn't finish it lol. I did now and this is more just a Yuya/Yuzu kidfic (where they're kids. Thats what kidfic stands for right?) rlly with some random things here and there... But yeah.

(For the song mentioned, the beat & tune is from the one made by Sleeping at Last btw! Just look up [the song title] by Sleeping at Last. If u want a diff tempo tho its ok)

Oh, word count is just 2k in average. And Yuya & Yuzu r 'round 11 here.

Pairings: Yuya/Yuzu

Warnings: None. Just some mentions of getting bullied if that counts

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Yuya sat at the part of Maiami that overlooks its huge stadium—the place he always goes when he’s sad or wants to go away to a place away from people.

What happened this time is something more mature people would consider ridiculous… for the first part, anyway.

Today, he saw a group of kids climbing a tree together with Yuzu and Gongenzaka as they went home from school.

Little Yuya wanted to try climbing the tree himself, ignoring Yuzu and Gongenzaka’s protests and warnings because he wanted to try what the other kids were doing.

This… did not end well.

The other kids wanted the tree for themselves and as a result, they dueled for it, and Yuya lost greatly.

What was worse, they made fun of his dad, reminding him of how he was a coward because he didn’t show up to his duel against Strong Ishijima.

Now, Yuya didn’t like that they said that and got into a physical fight with them. Gong helped out, and so did Yuzu, but at some point he couldn’t handle it—the painful reminder of his dad, not the fight—anymore and just… ran.

The kids called him a coward too for doing so. It hurt, though they were right… The truth always hurts, as people’d say.

So what was supposed to be just him wanting to climb a tree had turned into a remembrance about his dad.

It’s always his dad, huh…

‘They didn’t need to remind me that…’ Yuya thought, looking at the sunset through his goggles, which was filled with quite a lot of tears.

“Yuya!” Yuzu’s voice echoed from behind him.

He quickly took his goggles off, dropped the water from them, and wiped his eyes.

“Yuya…” He heard the relief clear in Yuzu’s voice. Turning around, he saw Yuzu happily running up to him, her little pink dress a bit dirtied from all the pushing earlier.

Yuya gave her a smile—although it was fake—to hopefully give her some more relief. “Hi…”

“You just ran off!” she scolded through panting breaths as she stopped beside him. “I’m sorry for saying this, but that was very chicken of you!”

Yuya frowned. “I know…” he muttered lowly. “I didn’t mean to…”

He felt his heart starting to throb again. His eyes also swelled as if tears were to come out any minute. He clenched his fists.

“You shouldn’t have started that fight,” Yuzu went on more gently, sitting behind him. “They were trying to make you angrier on purpose, you know that.”

“They called my dad a coward…” Yuya’s breathing became quick again, but he tried to stop it—tried to tell himself not to cry, to keep that feeling of sadness from oozing out of him. “I wished I had been better—better at dueling, better at fighting…!”

But no one can keep such a feeling to themselves forever. And when your body and mind feels like it really needs to, that feeling will come anyway despite one’s efforts to hold it in.

He put on his goggles again and pulled his knees to himself to hug them.

He then buried his face there to hide it from Yuzu as he continued to cry.

That feeling was too much. It had grown too big to just keep it in now, and for some reason, it thought to let itself show now.

It’s so stupid, Yuya thought, rubbing his fingers together and curling his little toes in his little shoes.

He then hugged himself tighter.

“Why’s there people l-like this…? Why can’t they just…” he tried to speak, his breaths and voice shaky. “Disappear, and though I dont want to think bad of other people: be gone?”

“Yuya, those kinds of people will always exist…” Yuzu muttered. ”We can't really do much about them.”

That didn't seem to work, though.

He continued to sob, shaking his head. Great, his snot was starting to go out. He wiped it off with his shirt-jacket.

Yuzu just watched him, not really knowing what to do to calm her best friend down.

She looked out to the sunset as if it’d help in any way.

Of course, the sun isn’t exactly gonna help calm Yuya down, but… it made her remember.

Remember this one, specific, certain little song.

It’s helped her feel better during the times she herself was down, and there won’t be any shame in sharing or trying it with Yuya now, right?

And with a hum of the beginning, she began…

It's a world of laughter, a world of tears…

She closed her eyes.

It's a world of hopes, and a world of fears

She heard Yuya stop sobbing for a bit. Probably wondering why she just started to sing.

There's so much that we share,

It's time we're aware,

Pausing for a bit, Yuzu observed the landscape in front of them, how the sun’s light shone beautifully off the glass dome of the stadium.

She then sang the last lyrics of the stanza.

It's a small world after all…

She then got up and put her feet at the bottom bar of the hand rail and her arms atop it.

There is just one moon and one golden sun,

Yuzu looked up at the horizon, trailing her eyes to the setting sun.

And a smile means friendship to everyone…

Before smiling, as this line reminded her of Yuya’s cool smile philosophy.

Though the mountains divide, and the oceans are wide,

She traced the outline of the bridge and stadium with her little index finger,

It's a small world after all~

until she reached the conclusion.

She then just sang from there, not noticing how Yuya had already removed his goggles, now just dangling on his neck, and smiled at her.

It's a small world af~ter all,

It's a small world after all…!

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small world…

She hummed the instrumental.

As she did, Yuya went and joined her by the rail, also watching what was left of the sun’s summit on the horizon.

This surprised the former, although she liked it.

It's a world of laughter, a world of tears,

A world of hopes, and a world of fears,

She likes how her plan actually… worked on Yuya.

And for some reason, he sang the next few lines with her.

There's so much that we share

It's time we're aware

It's a small world after all

(Yuzu) There is just one moon (Yuya) and one golden sun,

And a smile means friendship to everyone…

Yuya giggled a little while singing this part, and Yuzu couldn’t help but smile as well.

(Both) Though the mountains divide and the oceans are wide,

(Yuzu) It's a small, small world.

(Yuya) It's a small world after all,

(Yuzu) It's a small world after all,

(Yuya) It's a small world after all,

And now they just raced on who’s gonna sing next

It's a small, small world.

They giggled at themselves and went off the railing.

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small world…

They faced each other and held the other’s hands in their own.

(Yuya) It's a world of laughter, (Yuzu) a world of tears…

She looked down.

A world of hopes, (Yuya) and a world of fears

Yuya gave her another sweet smile. “Let’s sing the last parts together…”

“Sure.”

There's so much that we share,

It's time we're aware,

It's a small world after all~

For a few moments after this, the two just sat there for a while, sitting down there behind the green handrail.

They relished in the salty scent of the sea brought about by the cool breeze that brushed past them, as well as the glow of the sun setting yonder.

It was a nice, peaceful moment. And the realization that it's just the two of them here made the experience even more amazing.

Finally, Yuya felt a bit of… True, solemn tranquility within his heart and mind.

“Yuzu,” he began, listening to some far away squacks by some seagulls, “why'd you sing that song to me?”

“Oh, silly…” she laughed, “it was… To make you feel better, ya know?”

She looked towards him. “I know I yelled at you, but I also know that that alone won't make you feel better. And I didn't know how else to help calm you down, and I thought that the song helped me calm down… So maybe it will calm you, too.”

“Oh…”

To be frank, the song actually did help calm him.

And he was grateful for it, for if it weren't for his precious friend and her soothing song, who knows how long he would've stayed where he was — just dwelling on those awful thoughts and events.

He turned to Yuzu, observing her happy, serene expression as she looked towards the stadium.

“Who knows, Yuya,” she started out of the blue. “Maybe someday, you'll be able to avenge your dad and defeat his annoying opponent.”

“You're right.” He stood up. “You know? I'm gonna do it—one day. Not today yet, but at some point in the future. Soon enough!”

Yuzu giggled and stood next to him as well. “I'll be looking forward to that day, Yuya. But for now, learn to defeat me and Gong first! If you can't, you probably will never survive even just a minute with the guy!”

“Don't worry, Yuzu. I will!” He gave her a determined smile. “I will do my best!”

Later, they met up with Gong again. For some reason, they decided to try and climb a different tree anyway, as Yuya so desired.

To a nearby hill they went as quickly as they could so as to go home before it gets too dark.

And when they got to their preferred tree, Yuya scaled it at once and, when he reached the top, was rewarded with the perfect, small view of Maiami.

Some buildings had their lights turned on already as night was approaching fast, and it was… Really nice to see the nice orange-pink-blue contrast of the sky above them combined with said buildings and other structures.

When they climbed down, he fell at some point, but… He was fine with it (even though it did, in fact, leave him with some bruises and scars).

It was just four feet anyway.

He got scolded by Yoko a lot when he got home, of course, and he took it to himself to listen to her.

And when he was finally in bed, he smiled remembering the stuff that happened that day.

Sure, there was that, but then again, good things can't happen without bad things, and the same vise-versa. How will something be considered good if there is no bad?

And as Yuzu had sung, this world…

It was one of laughter, as well as tears… A world full of hope, but also fear.

And those things do coexist.

But yeah. He got to climb the tree too, that was fun.

He raised his hand to glance at the bandaged scars he got and giggled. They were just a small price to pay for such an amazing view.

And that thing he talked about with Yuzu… How, one day, he'll beat his dad's annoying opponent. And Gong and… her, too, of course.

Maybe even, he hopes, beat his own dad…

He just knows it.

Turning to his headboard, he picked up his pendulum and made it sway. Back and forth it did.

Yep. One day, things will swing his way…

He exhaled happily. One day. There will be a day for all those one day. Not now, but soon.

But for now, what he needed to do was sleep.

And, looking at his glowing stars and duel monsters scattered across his dark ceiling one last time, that's what he decided to do. Of course, he put his pendulum back onto his headboard gently first.

It didn't take long for him to fall into deep slumber.

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Ending A/N: kinda just wanted to find an excuse for Yuzu to sing 'It's a Small World' to Yuya :P

#arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #fruitshipping #yuyayuzu #arc v #01's writing #yugioh arc v #this... spawned from a wip i have where serena sings to yuri actually lmao #and then i accidentally listened to its a small world in a random playlist amd got a wave of nostalgia and immediately thought DANG thisd #fit Yuya & Yuzu sm man #it's a small world #its 2 am here dont be like me sleep early. im gonna sleep now

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Hilarious when the dudebros say stuff like where's Namor??? "That's not him" "they didn't use the source material". Recently I saw a dude claim that the design is fine but he thought they would use someone "greco-roman" and I was like. Now you're just being racist with different words. I'm not that familiar with Namor but I learnt a lot of things about the character and boy did he quickly became one of my favorites. But even *I* can tell he's not a white dude. Tenoch looks amazing as Namor, comic accurate with a new design/twist. He has the little wings! And people saying they look silly but aren't they comic accurate? Like, are you going to complain about his design because it's comic accurate now?? pick up a struggle.

Comic Dudebros Opinions aren't worth our time, lol.

I am SO HAPPY about the ankle wings, it's exactly like I always pictured it would be and it even has that Hummingbird motion I always headcanoned and wrote into my fanfics.

So many people said Namor's wings were stupid and they shouldn't put them in a movie so it's more "realistic" (he can lie for hundreds of years and breath underwater but wings were too unrealistic? :/ ) but they don't understand the history behind them or why it's so important to his character.

I have an old post here and more recent twitter thread here talking about the Biracial Coding of Namor's comics but I will have an updated version out before the movie is released so I can talk about the Tenoch casting since so many people have taken me pointing out that in the comics Namor isn't white and has had East Asian coding in his past as me saying "Only an East Asian actor can play Namor" and are trying to use my meta out of context when I even say that any actor of color could play Namor.

I never thought that Marvel would ever cast/see Namor as a non white character and the idea that not only did Coogler do this but also make all the Atlanteans non white is so wild to me because I was just trying to get people to see that we should at the bare minimum make sure we have a biracial/non white actor for Namor in order for it to be true to his character. This was like asking for a small slice of cake and someone handing me the whole thing, and I'm so pleased it's happening.

I know a lot of people like the Greco-Roman Aesthetic and it is a part of Namor's background but his original creator, Bill Everett, never made Namor Greco-Roman, the only inspiration he had for that was Namor is Roman backwards as his name because he like how regal it sounded and the ankle wings being a nod to Hermes. The original Sub-Mariner and his people were literally Original Characters from the Antarctic waters and the Atlantis stuff wasn't mentioned until later and then finally cemented in the Silver age. I will have everything laid out with examples in a better post later even though it will sound like I'm repeating myself but then again I feel like I've been on the same loop of this topic for years. lol.

I know it's hard to believe but I actually mentioned the idea of the Atlanteans reminding me of the Mayans back in 2019 on the Namor CBR board. It was just such a good idea that I never pushed it or tried to convince others because I never ever thought it would happen. I'm not trying to brag that I came up with these ideas; it's so there within the underlying context of the comics that anyone who reads into Namor comics could come up with the same conclusions, Coogler certainly did and went with the Mesoamerican inspiration.

All these Comic Dudebros want is the "White Male Self Insert Power Fantasy" they pushed on Namor's character and something that Fanon!Namor is full of because no one actually takes the time to read his comics and know his actual character so just go off what they think it should be. Namor has never been what they thought he was.

I think if this was a few years ago I would be angrier and getting into more arguments with those fans again, but I try to not let Fandom be a negative place for me or other fans if I can help it. After all where were all these fans all these years when I would promote Namor's comics? Or when I created fan events like Namor Week and other fans joined in and put their time and effort into making fanworks for? I won't let them ruin this for us like they have ruined so many other characters and fandoms. Nothing makes a dudebro angrier than not getting the attention they want. lol.

Right now I'm just smugly scrolling through posts as they whine and cry because in the end I was right and they were wrong and Tenoch is going to be so amazing as Namor!!!

#namor #mcu namor #tenoch huerta #black panther: wakanda forever #imp answers #namor was never white to begin with #sorry this got away from me #lol #long post

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[𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽] 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 [𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻]

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓞3

Prompt 16. “what happened to us? really, what the fuck happened?” For Anonymous - hope you enjoy! 💖

When you heard NIN were returning to Cleveland for a one night show, you suddenly found yourself purchasing a ticket the night of the show, your better judgment be damned. As you stood in the crowd, anxiously waiting for the band - waiting for him - to come out on stage, you wanted to slam your head in the wall for doing this in the first place. What were you even thinking of coming there? You knew seeing him again would only make your heart ache more than it already did; after all this time, the wounds hadn’t healed.

No matter. You reminded yourself that, if the anxiety became too much, you could leave at any time. No big deal.

When the opening band finished their set, you held your breath. In the years since you saw him last, you avoided hearing his music as much as you could, ignoring his CDs when you went to the music store, changing the radio when the radio hosts announced they were playing a new single of his…you had no idea what you were expecting when the hellish guitar riffs started gradually building in volume. When it ended as soon as it started, something else that was new to you began-

And with “I am the voice inside your head…” bursting out of his lungs and into the mic, Trent made his characteristically dramatic appearance, and any thought of leaving early was gone when you laid eyes on him for the first time in forever.

His whole look had changed since you last saw him. Gone were the dreads, replaced with a wild and dark mane framing his face. He was dressed from head to toe in black material, and covered in a thin layer of starch; black shorts and garters that showed off his legs, black boots for him to stomp around on stage, a baggy black t-shirt that clung to him as the show went on and sweat dripped down his back. Some things didn’t change though - Trent rammed into his bandmates, threw his instruments like a bratty toddler, and screamed his heart out with every note. It was just like the old days, when he was starting out and you attended as many gigs as you could.

Despite the pain of the past, you couldn’t tear yourself away from him the entire night. It felt like it was only yesterday that he was performing in tiny clubs while you watched from the sidelines, and there he was now surrounded by people shouting along with the lyrics he wrote. And then there was the music itself - uglier, angrier than before, and utterly hypnotic.

The night winded down with a song you knew all too well, one that haunted you ever since you first heard it. A spotlight beamed down on him from high above, and you found yourself singing the exact same words as him.

“Everywhere I look, you’re all I see…just the fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.”

For a brief second, you wondered if he could see you in the audience right then.

–

After the show, like someone possessed by a powerful spirit you felt your legs walk all the way backstage, avoiding security as much as possible. When you got to the door leading to the greenroom, you couldn’t sneak past the guard in front of it.

“Your backstage pass,” He demanded.

You sighed, defeated. “I don’t have one.”

“Then I’m gonna have to ask you to lea-”

“Wait a sec,” Said a voice from behind the guard.

You didn’t need to peek your head over to see who said it.

The guard turned around, still obscuring your view, and nodded his head. “Fine.” He moved to the side, and you stepped into the room, your pulse like thunder in your eardrums. The other band members, all changed out of their stage garments and into fresh and sweat-free clothes, looked on with curiosity.

Standing in the middle of the room, Trent stared at you. “Hey,” He said, not even trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Hi,” You said back stiffly.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark gray cargo shorts. “Long time no see, I guess.”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

Trent sighed. “Um, it’s gonna get loud in here in a few minutes, because of, um, people coming by to drink and stuff. Do you want to…?”

“Go somewhere else?” You finished. “Sure.”

Wordlessly, he led you deeper into the backstage area. Members of the opening band, roadies, and groupies passed by you both, asking Trent where he was taking you; he ignored them. When you two were finally away from the afterparty that was beginning, he leaned on a wall and crossed his arms. You stayed standing and kept your distance, not too close but not too far.

“Why’d you come over?” He asked. “Tonight, I mean.”

Not knowing what to say, you shook your head. “I have no idea. I just did.”

Trent paused for a few seconds, and looked down at his boots. Then he said, “How are things going? You still working that shitty job?”

“Yeah,” You replied sadly. “I’m gonna try to apply to another place soon, but we’ll see. You’re doing pretty well for yourself.”

His face flushed, as if he was somehow embarrassed at his successes. “Have you, y’know…seen anyone recently?”

You pressed your lips together, then exhaled through your nose. “Well…No, not really.”

“Oh.” The both of you fell into an awkward silence, avoiding the other’s eyes. He touched his arms repeatedly, occasionally fingering his shirt. You considered turning around and leaving, until he spoke up again, much more sullen than before. “Do you remember how we broke up?”

Your heart felt like it was sinking into your stomach; you took in a deep, sharp breath. “I- I don’t know, it’s been so long,” You stammered. “I just remember…a lot of shouting matches and make up sex, I guess.”

Trent chuckled softly - and you realized how much you missed his laughs. “Yeah, I remember that too.” His face quickly turned into a grimace. “Fuck, what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happened to us, I mean.” He moved away from the wall and stood straight. “Remember when we went to the video store like every Saturday to watch the dumbest shit they had? Or when we would get so drunk at bars we had to call our friends to pick us up? Or-”

“I do remember,” You said. The corners of your eyes were stinging with tears. “I remember all of that.” You looked up to meet his eyes - and he closed the distance between you with a tight embrace. As the tears ran down your cheeks, he caressed your back gently.

You don’t know how long you spent with him holding you like that, until you both broke away; your hands remained locked to each other’s.

“You okay?” He asked, and you nodded. Your eyes widened when he abruptly pressed his lips to yours, only to close them and savor every bit of the kiss after so long. Trent pulled away, and looked you in the eye. “I miss you,” He whispered.

“I miss you too,” You whispered back.

Letting go of your hands with a degree of reluctance, Trent groaned. “They’re probably wondering where the hell I am right about now. Do you want to come?”

“Can’t.” You couldn’t even try to hide your disappointment. “Work tomorrow and all.”

Trent frowned. “We have to leave first thing tomorrow for the next show. This fucking tour feels like it’s never going to end, but if it does…” He swallowed dryly. “I’d like to see you again. If you have the time, at least.”

You broke into a bright grin. “Of course.”

He gave your hand another squeeze, then leaned forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. “I can’t wait.”

Soon after, you left the venue. Your lips and forehead still tingled with the memory of his kisses, your arms begged for his embrace once again. On the drive back home, anxiety washed over you…was he really going to try and meet up with you after the tour? Was he lying? What if he did come back, but things once again corroded into a cycle of arguments?

But then again, what if this time things were different?

That night, you dreamt of Trent’s return, and all the possibilities of what would come next.

#written for a prompt #cw: rpf #ship: trent/reader #reader #trent reznor x reader #character: trent

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Compromise In-System: 18+ Edition

For this (incredibly long) post, I wanted to discuss how various parts can feel about sex, and how we, specifically, found compromises -- as well as a few other options for compromise at the end. Keeping in mind -- hello, this is Numb, a part designed entirely to have us numb our emotions and feel nothing. This, obviously, included pleasure. My only goal was to keep us safe by not letting us feel at all, and being quite smug about that.

Enter: Curtis (who co-wrote this post).

TL;DR (for those uninterested in an enormous ramble):

Regardless of how unsafe it can feel, it is vitally important to reach compromises with your parts and make them feel welcomed. This includes parts who are seeking sexual gratification. Making those parts feel welcomed to be sexual is crucial to make them feel welcomed in other areas. This can help lower dissociative barriers, help strengthen communication, and... okay, yes, lead to some fun sexual things.

Numb: Bear with me, as this post will be primarily me rambling about my love for my in-sys husband. The thing is, I did not start out loving him. When Curtis first consciously became part of the system -- there's a time before that, but it's unimportant to this story -- he split to hold the sexual desires we were facing toward people (of any gender, which is where the most controversy in our system arose) and the gender identity issues we were facing. And, frankly, he was horny as hell. He often would front just to check out people on campus, as we were in college and no longer a minor, and suddenly, he could fuck around. And he wanted to fuck around. He wanted to do incredibly unsafe things, because we were finally free from our abusers, and he was rebelling in the loudest way possible -- that is, by trying to get dicked down.

And, each and every time he set out with that intention, I stopped him. Which... was frustrating for us both, to say the least.

Curtis: I wouldn't say I hated hated Numb -- but I thought he needed to lighten the fuck up. What could one, safe, consensual fuck really do to hurt me? (A lot. It could've hurt me a lot. I had a lot of sexual trauma that I was ignoring, or using to make myself feel "cool" in some ways. Because I was still a teenager and still just doing my best.) Numb was the nagging voice in the back of my head reminding me that my body was shared, and so, if I wanted to fuck, I needed everyone else's consent.

That's where the first compromise really came up, and it wasn't quite a compromise. "None of us have consented, so you have to avoid sex." This isn't necessarily a bad discussion to have -- it can really help some overly sexual parts calm their tits a bit. But it left me with no outlet, and I really needed one. I was getting pent up, and angrier, and I was also severely depressed. I needed something to feel more... okay. More like who I really was (an incredibly sexual individual).

Numb: Cue him trying to bend the rules as much as possible. Primarily, with... some... er. We'll just boil it down to "very kinky self-play" for ease of this post, and so we can save that particular kink for another post of its own. Now, while the other parts were... mostly okay with this (some more than others), I was firmly against this. There were too many variables: what if our roommate walked in on us, or our parents tried to call while we were "in the moment," so to speak? There were too many things for me to plan for, and so, I spoke with him repeatedly to try and dissuade him away from masturbation.

Curtis: This, clearly, did not work, cause I took one look at this stiff ass man and went "Alright -- what if it's all in my head then? Let's fuck, me and you."

Numb: Now, we don't mean that legitimately (yet). We mean that he mostly saw me as someone he could aggravate via aggressive flirtation, and yes, that was accurate. I was disgusted by the idea. Particularly, he was someone who was purposely trying to upset me via pleasure, via emotions, and I'm not good with those. Or, at least, back then, I wasn't. And he riled me up, which is what he wanted -- if I was angry, I was different, and that meant he was making an impact on me and getting the attention he wanted. And, conversely, he wasn't going out to fuck because he was enjoying arguing with me so much.

Oddly enough, this did reach yet another compromise. We had a few along the way, sort of in this order:

No, you may not fuck or have any sexual desires.

You can fuck yourself, so long as you do not fuck others, and so long as it is according to everyone else's preferences.

You may argue with me about fucking yourself or flirt with me, so long as it prevents you from actually fucking.

The thing being, over time, I did grow to have feelings for Curtis. This is understandable, as I began to realize he was more than just his sexual desires. He was a very hurt person, same as the rest of the parts with me, and he was hurting more than the ones I could currently access. Only, he wouldn't let me numb that emotion; I couldn't protect the stubborn fool-- he would push me away and let the feeling grow worse and worse until he just... combusted. And this culminated in some incredibly traumatizing moments.

Curtis: Woohoo, October is a Traumaversary! Didn't expect the sexual alter to have a backstory, huh?

Anyways, I constantly pushed him away, despite the fact that he could always numb those emotions if I just let him. After all, he'd been handling Wade's bullshit for years -- but even when I did let him numb my feelings, it didn't help -- because that was just... hurting me. What it finally took in the end, as always, was communication.

Numb: We stopped arguing and I really started to listen to what I thought was always bait or simply fodder for an argument. I began to hear and recognize just how much this man hated himself, but moreover, how he wanted to feel that. How his emotions made him feel alive, and present, and while they sucked and made him want to die, at least they confirmed he was real, that we weren't insane. I began to understand that his emotions were him living as loudly as he could, and while it wasn't healthy, perhaps -- just maybe -- my way wasn't any healthier either.

So, we continued to find compromises. I didn't numb his pain so long as he let me comfort him in other ways. Holding him while he screamed, fixing his wounds innerworld when the time came for that to be needed; we worked together. This was long before any semblance of "recovery" was on our minds; we simply saw each other as equals, hurting and trying our bests, wishing to help another person. And... well. He needed someone who understood all that, needed someone to help him, who loved him in that way.

One thing led to another, and here we are now, madly and deeply in love. And yes, we do have sex. We'll make a longer post at some point detailing how innerworld sex can, in fact, exist, in many forms. For the purposes of this post, it's enough to merely say it happens. And it's something we enjoy, because we've come to realize through these compromises and through these conversations between us that it is safe. Sex can be safe in ways Curtis never tried for, and for ways I refused to even consider.

Curtis: Now, the reason we rambled about our whole romantic (blugh) fling is... Well, so many systems I talk to nowadays talk about conflict innerworld. They talk about that One Part who just Won't Listen and will NEVER listen, and... Jesus christ y'all, we do be having sexual trauma. There are a LOT of hypersexual systems out there. And I feel like people don't talk enough about how their sexual desires as parts need to be compromised with, same as all the other things.

Had Numb not compromised with me on the sexual stuff -- just by letting me, be me, in the safest ways possible -- then Wade wouldn't have ever tried having sex. He wouldn't know he's trans now, because I was the one who did the gender stuff. If I hadn't have felt safe compromising and communicating with Numb, I wouldn't have let him help me with my depression, and he wouldn't have let me feel it, and I would've just kept spiraling over and over again.

Because he let me find ways to be myself -- yes, sexually -- I could be myself in other ways. Which, in turn, has led to lowered dissociative barriers.

So...

Compromise, bitches. Try it.

#nsft #syscourse #minors dni #diamonds are a boy's best friend #kitty caught the rabbit

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Hey, Senu! Hope you're having a lovely day so far! 1, 6 &10 for the writer ask game (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hi Kay!! I hope you're having a lovely day as well~ (❁´◡`❁)

✑ Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

I answered this in a previous ask, BUT. Vigdis was my first SKYIRM OC. She's still used--obviously--and she's definitely changed, mostly in personality. When I first wrote her she was . . . somewhat nicer. The more I wrote her, the angrier she got. When I finally decided to rewrite the story, she REALLY became the cold-hearted rage demon she is today.

✑ Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

Oh I definitely do. Ideas come and go all the time. Characters that had stories are lost in limbo as I try to figure out whether I should or shouldn't write their story. Like any writer, I have many abandoned characters and stories that will never be written again. But some will hopefully, some day, prosper into books you might find in a bookstore.

✑ OC you most struggled to make?

All of them . . . ? Actually I suppose I've struggled a lot with Shatha. Since I can't make an Argonian in Sims, I can't visualise her well, and I have consistently struggled to start/write her story. Guess this is what I get for delving so deep into Serana Hell.

#Senu Responds #omgkayplays #ask game answers #Thank you for the ask Kay!! <3333