#Like. listen I am DEFINITELY projecting my own feelings here
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do you. want to talk about body horror with tsams eclipse? cause boy howdy im having thoughts
YES I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THAT ACTUALLY!!!!
Eclipse’s entire existence is body horror to me in a way I can’t quite properly convey. He never had his own body, he was always inhabiting someone else’s, and the only time he ever looked like himself when was he was cloaking someone else’s body with the star which hurt him badly.
He’s a direct split of Moon, so when he first woke up, he looked at himself and knew he looked wrong. He heard himself and knew he sounded wrong. And never again from that point forward does he ever get to relish in that feeling of a right body again. He just… gets used to being wrong. He gets used to having a flawed existence.
I had a whole ramble about this in my friend’s discord and I talked about how it probably only amplifies his control issues too, because while it may be one thing to control the people around you and the person you possess, it’s another thing to control how you look I think. Like maybe my “Eclipse can be used as a trans metaphor” is showing here, but I truly don’t think it ever helped him to look at his hands and know they aren’t his.
Like, surely there had to be moments where it occurred to him that he had never lived in a body that was built for him, meant for him, and looked like him. Surely there had to be moments where the feeling of always being the unwelcome other in a body crushed him. Surely he had to think at least once that it would be nice to have a body that is a home rather than a temporary stepping stone to survival.
As far as Eclipse is concerned, all having a body is body horror……..
#asks#crack-a-lackin-max#SORRY THIS IS SMTH I’M KINDA PASSIONATE ABOUT HAHAHA#Like. listen I am DEFINITELY projecting my own feelings here#but i love to imagine that eclipse could sometimes feel like there’s a sort of clawing inside him#that /himself/ is just right under the surface of this incorrect casing#that if he could just shatter the shell that encases him then he’d see the black and red and orange of his own true body#but he knows better#he /knows/ that no amount of clawing at himself and staring in the mirror will change another person’s body#and it makes the feeling all the more unbearable#OKAY SORRY. IM NORMAL NOW HAHA#xero thoughts and rambles#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#tsams#sams eclipse#eclipse sams#eclipse
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ways he shows he loves you - stray kids
a/n: I want to write more to stray kids so here you go! I know I have a bunch of request at the moment and while I do plan on getting to them, I have to allow myself some freedom to create what I want as well! please enjoy and as always, requests are open and so is my 200 event!! (omg im past 300 now and I am so incredibly grateful! thank you so freaking much!)
bang chan - taking you home
I feel like chan considers taking you home as a huge step in your relationship, since ehe seems to love home so much.
he has a nice connection with his family so for you to go meet them means he's basically already planning the wedding
he likes to take you to places he remembers from when he was little (which are probably not too many places because he was just a little guy when he started training)
he also loves to make plans for you, his mom and his sisters hang out together
"you three go out! im paying for girls day"
he enjoys seeing pictures of his favorite people out, having fun together and getting along
the only thing he doesn't enjoy 100% is the teasing that collectively happens between you and his siblings against him but he doesn't;t mind it in the end because it just means you're comfortable with them and vice versa
and when he watches you and berry meeting for the first time...again...wedding bells are going off in his head
minho - supporting your hobbies
I don't see him as someone who is veery comfortable with just saying I love you all the time so he pressers to show it instead of say it
his way of doing so is by getting interested in your hobbies and most likely participating in them
lets just say you're a big fan of collection photo cards and trading! along with that, you also like to make bracelets for concerts! (lmao so cliche but this is what I can explain best! feel free to insert your own interests during the following!)
he definitely buys you albums all the time and when you don't pull him from a stray kids album, he rolls his eyes and keeps buying more until you pull him
he also loves watching you pack trades so he goes stationary shopping with you and buys you the cutest packing materials
he even packs a few trades for you and sneaks in a bunch of extra stickers and other freebies
he will also partake in bracelet making every time you attend a concert!
he loves sitting at the table, making bracelets with pretty beads (he insists on buying you the fancy glass beads for this project), watching a drama and eating snacks.
just seeing you happy and in your element and being able to support it is how he shows his love.
changbin - planning dates
idk about you guys but I feel like guys always leave it to their girlfriend to plan dates and come up with date ideas all the time
changbin is the exception
he knows all of the spots in the city and wants to take you to all of them eventually
he has a running list in a little journal he purchased when he first met you and started going on dates with you
he writes down the names of places he wants to take you to and crosses them out in highlighter when you eventually go so you can still see what he'd written down
he plans trips that vary anywhere from 2 weeks in LA to a evening picnic by the river
his favorite are "spontaneous dates" (in quotation marks because to him, no date is really spontaneous. he always puts some work into it, even if it's a late night run to the convenience store or a trip to the mall)
he's always navigating and making sure everything is perfect
his favorite part of the date is when you praise him for being so thoughtful and creative
he is so happy that he's impressing you and making you happy
he promises to himself that even when you both are old and grey, he's still going to sweet you off your feet with his amazing date ideas
hyunjin - remembers everything you tell him
(no bc...when people remember details about me I feel so happy)
anyways, he is such a good listener and pays attention to detail
whenever you mention something in passing, he makes a note of it mentally or if he knows he'll forget, he will write is down in his notes app
one example of this is during one exam season
2 weeks ago, you had told him bout your finals schedule and when it would start
on the first day, right at 6am he shows up with your favorite coffee order (or anything else if you don't drink coffee) and your favorite breakfast! along with a care package for the rest of finals!
the care package includes: two hoodies of his, you favorite candies, chips, ramyeon, and a couple other things he knew you'd find useful
he remember you telling him you had to get up at that hour to start getting ready for your 8am calc final
when he shows you, you damn near cry because of his thoughtfulness
he eats breakfast with you and makes sure your fueled up and able to focus on your test so you can ace it
the way he also thinks about you when he's out doing things like shopping
Oh I brought you back some eggs because I remember you said you didn't have anymore. also, this new toner because I noticed yours was running low last time I stayed the night."
jisung - never letting you pay
his love language is essentially paying for everything he can for you
if you deny him and tell him you're going to pay, just the thought of you doing something he is more than willing to do for yo has smoke coming out of his eyes like a cartoon character
oh boy and when you actually beat him and pay, he is red in the face
"sungie, I just paid for two coffee's. why are you all red like that?"
"I could've paid! now you have to let me pay for the next 100 things we get together!"
you roll his eyes at him when he makes these silly compromises with you and just rolls with it
for him, it's not that he thinks you can't pay for yourself because ehe knows you are more than capable
if anything, he's proud that his baby is an independent person and can take care of themselves
the reason he does it because he wants you to save your money and spend it on things for you and he wants to take care of you this being the best way he knows how
oh my god...
god forbid you buy him any gifts
he's all flustered and whining about how you shouldn't "waste your money" on him
after talking with him, he lets you pay sometimes but it's rare
felix - matching jewelry
it's all fun and games until you both get exposed...
before we go there, let's talk about how this started
for your first anniversary, Felix wanted to give you something special but had no ides what it should be
he was scrolling through TikTok one night and he came across a repost from you and it gave him the perfect idea
you reposed a couples post about a necklace with the bf's initial on it and he immediately got one made
you better believe hat we went to a famous custom designer and everything to get this made just the way he knew you'd love it
you gives it to you on your anniversary and to your surprise, not only do you have a "f" on your necklace, he get's a matching necklace with your initial on it...
he can't wear it out much but he always put's it on in private
one day...little sunshine over here has to leave to the airport with the group for an overseas concert and he forgets to take off the damn necklace...
"WHO IS (y/i)?" stays are going wild online and trying to find out who it is
from now on, Felix is more careful but now everyone knows his secret :0
seungmin - bring affectionate in front of others
look, this boy is not very affectionate, much less in front of other people
he's a very 'behind closed doors' type of person
when it comes to you though...he's not afraid to show his affection
the first time you noticed it was when he first invited you to meet his member at the dorm for dinner and movie night
he picked you up and brought you inside
you greet all of the members but right afterwards, he immediately just starts to cling to you
he has a hand on your thigh during dinner and during some shot periods, he's actually straight up holding your hand while eating
the boys look at him like he's finally gone insane and you're looking at him with such a confused expression
finally, jeongin of all people, breaks the silence
"hyung? I know you like (y/n) a lot but you're not letting her eat by holding her hand."
his face goes red because he's been caught and he lets go of your hand, putting a low apology to you
when the movie portion of the night comes around, he insists on your sitting right on his lap but if you decline, he is sitting so close next to you that he's literally going to merge into your body
jeongin - sharing clothing/shopping with you
(cw: I know not everyone feels comfy with the idea of sharing clothes for whatever reason and it's totally valid so I made two different options here!)
as we all know, jeongin loves fashion and anything that has to do with it
it's only natural that he wants to involve you into his hobby!
he wants to dress you up all the time!
sometimes, he'll drag you to his room and start to pick items from his closet to replace what you're already wearing...
you have to glare at him so he won't change your whole outfit
he also loves to take you shopping!
he walks into every store with you and asks your opinion on everything because he knows you're actually the one wearing it so you have to like these items too!
shopping can be a very stressful and traumatic experience for some people (ME!)
he understands if this is the case for you and tries his best to give you all the time you need and not overwhelm you with trying too many things on at once and not showing you 101 options all at once
if you don't like how something fits, he will never pressure you to show him anyway
he also never pressures you to go shopping if you're not in the correct headspace for it
there is always assurance from him that no matter what, he loves the way you look in clothes you both pick together!
he also loves to take ootd pics of you and he lets you take his!
he def never pressures you to do this either if you don't wanna
his soft launch of you is a pick of your latest ootd together but your face has a cute little fox sticker over it :D
#stray kids headcanons#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids headcannon#skz fluff#skz texts#skz#skz imagines#chan x reader#minho x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader
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I Still Love You.
Okay, hi, yes, I am real, I do exist haha, anyway, I'm suffering in college but I miss writing for my cowboy so I'm gonna try to do some magic with this prompt from the lovely @photo1030 about our cowboy and us getting into a fight, the first fight, after they start dating.
SO
Let us start!
Warnings: Arguing obviously, swearing, Arthur feeling bad, you feeling bad, female reader, possibly 18+ themes. Modern Arthur AU
Definitely maybe projecting a little bit of myself into Y/N here but we aren't gonna mention that.
Also don't you dare make fun of me I haven't wrote much recently so my noggin doesn't work, all I know is homework
You scoffed, continuing to wash the dishes in your sink as you listen to Arthur rambling on, trying to make you 'see reason' as he put it.
Usually you couldn't find a single thing wrong with Arthur. For the most part he was the perfect man. Of course, he had his flaws, as all humans do, but you guys had NEVER had a fight before, but lately...you couldn't help but fume at him.
He was just....You loved him, and you loved being around him and typically nothing about him bothered you but....
You couldn't help it.
He was just so damn...Stubborn! All the time!
No matter what, he always had to be right. Doesn't matter exactly what it's about, but he has to be right, even if it's something that YOU know more about.
"Jus' listen to me Darlin', it'll be so much easier for us to do this if we jus'-"
"I told you Arthur, that's not it, that's not gonna work!"
You sigh and turn around, leaning on the lip of the sink, your arms crossed as you look at him.
"You know, JUST as much as I do, that if we want to move in together at some point that we should invest in a place for BOTH of us, not just me moving in with you or you moving in with me."
"It'll save us money if you jus' move in with me-"
"And it'll save our relationship if I don't feel like I'm a visitor in a place that I didn't purchase. That's YOUR apartment, with YOUR decorations, YOUR pots and pans, YOUR shower curtains, EVERYTHING is yours, and even if I brought some of my stuff in, it's not MY place or OUR place-"
"So now our relationship needs savin'?"
He snorts and copies your body language, crossing his own arms as he stares down at you.
"You livin' with me, regardless as to if it's at your house or my apartment is the same as us buyin' a place together, and our relationship is just fine, it don't NEED savin'. At least I didn't think it did until ya said that."
"Oh my god, you are such a stubborn jackass."
You grind your teeth, standing up straight.
"It doesn't need saving, not YET. Arthur, a place of our own, together, would be better for the both of us, and you KNOW that."
"We would save much more money if we just moved in to one of the places we ALREADY own-"
"That wouldn't be OURS-"
"We would MAKE it OURS darlin'-"
"Arthur, why can't you understand-"
"Why can't YOU understand, I'm tryin' to save us money in the long run, money we can use to save up and buy a house later down the line, when we need one."
"Jesus, Arthur! How am I supposed to even move in with you in the first place when all you can do is try to prove you're right about everything all the damn time!"
You throw your hands up in defeat.
"You just have to always, always, always be right, don't you? You can't just understand or accept that someone else MIGHT be right!"
"You know damn well that ain't true!"
Arthur stands straight himself, putting his hands on his hips.
"I ain't tryin' to prove shit!,"
He pokes you in the chest, right under your collarbone
"I'm TRYIN' to make things easier on us! I'm tryin' to do somethin' good for the woman I love, but clearly you ain't very appreciative about it!"
"I would be, if you didn't always have to be so damn pushy, always 'oh well actually we should do this its smarter' shut UP Arthur, shut UP. It's not always your way or the highway!"
You smack his hand away, scowling at him as he shakes his hand and puts it back on his hip.
"You know how awful, how fucking stupid you make me feel, all the time!? Even when I'm RIGHT, you make me feel stupid because there's always some other way that we can do things that you always deem 'better'. What is it? You just don't like the fact that I can do things? That SOMETIMES, I have good ideas?"
"What? What the hell are you talkin' about?"
"You know what I'm talking about-"
"I don't!"
He groans in frustration and moves to your fridge, opening it to get a beer out.
"Oh, and you're gonna help yourself to my drinks too, right? That I paid for?"
"This ain't even yours! I bought these, I brought 'em over for me when I visit! You don't even like this brand, hell you drink them fuckin' fruity drinks, the what....the Smirnoff or whatever the fuck it is."
He pops the bottle cap off.
"'Sides, what's the matter? You ain't never been upset about sharin' with me before."
"It's not the point!"
You groan and move past him into the living room.
"The point is Arthur, you always have to be right. Always. You make me feel like an idiot. Even if I know something more than you. Hell you'd tell me I was wrong if I was talking about what I majored in, in college."
"Oh I would not-"
He states, following you into the living room.
"You just did it again! Just there!"
"I ain't doin' shit!"
"AND AGAIN!"
Arthur gives a huff and puts his drink down on the coffee table, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand.
"Look, Darlin', all I'm sayin' is, if we make a budget and live together at my place, or at yours, we can save up money, and EVENTUALLY get a place together. a NICE place. A GOOD place, that's big enough for us, and what I HOPE is eventually our family."
"Why can't we buy a place that's already a good place?"
"You have to have MONEY Y/N!"
Arthur closes his eyes briefly, and crosses his arms again.
"Christ, Y/N do you ever fucking listen?"
"Oh like you're any better-"
"I am!"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
The two of you stare at one another, fuming, both of you clenching your jaws.
"Get out."
You murmur softly.
"Get out and go home."
"Really? You're gonna kick me out?"
"Yes, go!"
Arthur stares at you for a moment, and then moves around the couch and takes a seat, kicking his feet up on the coffee table after grabbing his beer.
"No. Not until we talk this through. I ain't lettin' either one of us walk away angry."
You angrily groan and turn away from him, going to your bedroom. You slam the door shut behind you and lock it.
You take the time to breathe, putting your hands through your hair, trying to keep yourself from being too angry.
You move to your bed and take a seat, letting yourself think.
Granted, yes, neither of you had been extremely awful to one another, but you had said some pretty mean things, and after sitting there for about twenty minutes you started to spiral.
That was a dick move of you. A dick move of him too but...what if....
You shouldn't have said anything like that to him, calling him a stubborn jackass, telling him to fuck off, you shouldn't have said those things.
You think it over more and more, and the longer you think about it, the guiltier you feel.
Accusing him of taking your food, when you always share your stuff with him anyway, intentionally starting a fight basically.
Its another ten minutes of thinking about how you'd yelled at him, and then you can't take it.
You unlock your door and come out to find Arthur still on the couch, his arms crossed as he looks up at you.
"You done throwin' a temper tantrum, Y/N?"
You go to speak and surprisingly you find yourself choked up.
"I'm...I...I'm sorry, Arthur I..."
You can feel yourself beginning to tear up and you try to wipe your eyes without it being too obvious, but Arthur was able to see it clearly.
"Woah, hey-"
He's quick to get up and move to you, taking your face in his hands.
"Whatchu cryin' for Darlin'? It ain't that big a deal, it's jus' a spat, that's all..."
He keeps his voice hushed, doing his best to try and soothe you.
You just can't help but feel...absurdly guilty, and all the sudden, worried.
"You aren't gonna run away from me, are you?"
You question, looking up at him.
"You aren't gonna leave me?"
"What? What on earth, no!"
He pulls you closer, bringing your head to his chest, wrapping an arm around your head.
"Jesus, Sweetheart no, I'm not leavin' you, it ain't that big a deal, it ain't that bad...it was just a little spat, an argument, couples have 'em all the time...."
He murmurs, and quietly kisses the top of your head.
"I shouldn't have called you a jackass, and I shouldn't have told you to fuck off, and I'm sorry-"
You ramble on, hugging yourself tightly to him.
"I'm really happy you want me to move in with you, I want to move in with you, I love you, I don't mean anything, I don't want you to back out of it, I don't wanna push you away-"
"Darlin', Y/N, please, calm down, okay, sit with me."
He gently guides you to the couch and sits with you, still holding you close to him.
"Sweetheart, I'm not breaking up with you, you haven't pushed me away, and you certainly aren't gonna cause me to back out."
He chuckles quietly and kisses your head again.
"It's just a little argument. That's all it is, that's it. It's nothin' to break us up over. Couples have fights all the time, it's alright."
"I know..."
You breathe out quietly, his voice was certainly soothing you.
Pulling away from him, you look up at him.
"I am sorry though, I am. I shouldn't have said those things....We should talk, seriously talk, take a minute, and CALMLY talk about the whole housing thing we want to do, I don't wanna argue about it anymore..."
"Sweetheart, it's okay, really it is."
He smiles and takes your hand.
"We can sit and talk, that's okay, but you don't have to apologize, I do. Alright? You're right, I tend to try and prove I'm right, and that ain't fair....So we'll talk, okay?"
He smiles at you, and he brushes some of your hair away from your face, looking you in the eyes as he does. That little smile of his is always enough to make your heart melt, and in this case it does plenty to soothe those worries that had so easily snuck up on you.
"Honey, it's alright...really, I mean that."
You nod and breathe quietly.
"I am still sorry Arthur."
"So am I, but I promise...nothing bad is gonna happen between us, okay, nothing."
He smiles.
"Well, good things will." He adds, and chuckles quietly. "We'll sit down and talk, and for tonight-"
He moves, and puts his finger under your chin, making you look up at him.
"I'm gonna take care of you, alright? I'm gonna make sure, you have a good time tonight, we'll have a movie night, and I will make dinner, you're favorite even."
You can't help but chuckle and lean in, kissing him softly.
"Thank you, thank you Arthur, I love you so much and I'm so...so sorry again."
"Stop sayin' sorry, okay? We're both idiots."
That makes you chuckle, and you lean your head against his shoulder, scooting closer.
It was a good feeling, knowing that if you had further arguments, which, you would, as couples do, you could work things out....that he wasn't going to abandon you.
He's a good man, and you...are good too.
#rdr2#arthur morgan#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2#milk delivery#arthur morgan x reader#rdr2 headcannons
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" Patience "
─ LEE TAEYONG X F!READER ♡
─ Taeyong fucks you after getting distracted by you while working on his mini album˚◞♡
─ 1.7k words
─ Smut, dom!Tae, Sub!reader, artist bf!Tae, praises, pet names(Baby and princess), choking, slight rough sex, slight breeding kink?, Unprotected sex.
─ A/n: IM DEFINITELY HAVING THS ALBUM ON REPEAT. ITS LITERALLY SO FIRE. Plus the concept photos literally have me on my knees for this man. Maybe This is just a little drabble. I was writing this at 3-4 am so I was tired asf. this is my first ever smut so please tell me if I did well or better. I enjoy feedback.
Taeyong 🔛🔝
Taeyong was really hyped about his new album. that's all he would talk about. He would constantly show the lyrics he worked on or would let you listen to the beats.
He would take you with him to every concept photoshoot and let you take some pictures of your own. He enjoys when you show support of his passion and excitement. He always tells your support makes him want to work harder and push himself as far as he can.
Of course he does try and make time for you in between. He wouldn't want to ever leave you out. You were the only thing keeping him moving and giving him motivation.
You were his antidote to keep him pushing and you were all the feedback he needed. No one else's opinion mattered except yours. If you liked it he would continue and if you find like it he would instantly scrap it.
He would constantly insist in using your voice for ad-libs but you would always deny and say you wouldn't want to hear your voice in a song when you already hear it enough. He was very upset about it but did didn't want to push you so he just decided to pay someone else to do itm
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“Babyyy! How much longer are you gonna work?! Im bored..” You complained sitting in the lounge chair behind Taeyong in his studio as he was working on another one of his songs for his album.
He was instinctively focused. He hadn't looked away from his computer screen yet. He could hear you whining behind him from one ear being uncovered by the headphones he wore on his head.
“Im almost finished. Just maybe a few more things I have to do. Be patient for me, baby.” He pleaded because your whining was making him want to just quit was doing and go to you but this album was something he had been striving for awhile now. He needed to get it finished, now or never.
“But it feels like we've been in here for hours and I need you..!” you whine even louder stretching yourself out on the lounge chair. You layed your head on the arm of the chair and groaned as he ignored you.
You sit up and watch him glare at you through the glass of the studio mic room. You glare right back him and roll your eyes. You would have been on your phone but he told you to leave it home so you could watch him work and motivate him but that backfired. You sigh heavily and decide to leave. You picked up your shoulder bag and heading towards studio door but the call of your name from Taeyong cause you to turn back around.
“Baby don't leave yet.. I need you.. I can't focus without you..” he implied as he finally removes his focus from the computer and towards you. He fully removed the headphones on his head. He put on his best begging face. He deep down did need you to focus but he also wanted you to just be near him.
“Well your more focused on that stupid computer. i think you need it more than me.. but I guess I'll stay.” You pout and sigh as you walk back over to the lounge chair but Taeyong calls out to you again.
“Dont say that ever and No, don't sit there. C'mere and sit on my lap, since you need me so bad.” He backs his up his chair and pats his lap for to come sit. He was in desperate need to be close to you right now. He was more desperate to be finished and be able to be with you too but he didn't wanna rush. This was an important project for him.
You hesitantly sat on his lap and he instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you for a bit. He took in the scent of your perfume and groaned.
“You always smell so good baby. Your making me crave you more.” He whined burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hands held on to your waist as he continued to take in your perfumes scent. He would be lying straight through his teeth if he'd say that this wasn't slightly turning him on.
He was finally able to push away his dirty thoughts and instantly got back to work. You on the other hand was needy for him to touch you and fuck so you decide to tease his a bit. You would slightly just rub yourself against him, to hopefully distract him.
You were slightly shifting on his lap and eyed even his slight movements. Taeyong was clearly unaware of what was going on your head but when you began to rub against he felt his breathe hitch in his throat. His hands stopped moving along his computer. His whole body pretty much came to a halt.
He tried to hold back any lewd sounds that was tempted to slip out. His breathes were shallow as he tried to keep himself focus and ignore any sexual frustration that was getting pent up right now.
“Y/n. Stop and sit still for me. Your driving me crazy right now..” He hissed. Both of his hands instantly went to hold your hips, his nails digging harshly into your hips. He head was hidden in the crook of your neck. You could feel his warm breath against your neck.
“But, Tae.. I need you baby.. really bad..” You whined. Rocking down against him again. His nails dug deeper into your hips as he breathes became more shallow. That's when you felt it. His hardened dick was poking against your covered cunt. He smirked at your sudden mood change when you felt him against you.
“Why so quiet now, baby? You were very vocal about how you wanted me so bad. I'll give you just what you want.” He started kissing your neck and grinding against you. He was mesmerized by the moans and whimpers that left you. It only made him want you more. He was quick to slide his hands up your skirt and rub your inner thigh, he wanted to tease you and make you beg for it.
His hand went higher up your inner thigh just close enough to your cunt. He looked up at you with his lustful gaze. He needed you badly and this was making his just as needy as you. 'Fuck it.' he thought to himself before pushing your panties to the sides and sliding 2 fingers between your folds, collecting your slick. He hummed and sucked your slick in his fingers, groaning.
“I would let you sit on my face but fuckk I'm absolutely do needy to feel that pussy around my cock.” He backs up his chair and makes you stand as he slides down his shorts. His dick immediately springs out from him not wearing boxers. He hissed from the feeling of his dick finally being free from it's containment. He stroked his dick a few times before motioning for you to cmere. He made you hover just above his dick and looked up at you with a big dough eyes.
“Tae please just fuck me..!” You whined slightly sinking down on his dick. You didn't really have to tell him twice. He instantly slammed himself into you. He didn't even give you enough time to adjust as he was instantly fucking in n out of you. He had wrapped his arms around your waist and had his face buried between your chest.
You bounced against him trying to match his utterly fast thrust but failed miserably as he was fucking you like an wolf in heat. He was drowning in your moans, Turning him on more. He was completely ignoring your pleas for him to slow down. He was to lost in his own thoughts and he wasn't gonna stop until your leaking with his cum.
“T-Tae, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop..” You begged. He instantly stopped and pulled out of you. You whined at the feeling of your orgasm being denied and the feeling of being empty.
“What are you-” “Just changing positions, princess.”. He replied after cutting you off. He picked you up and brought you over to the lounge chair and layed you out on your bag with you legs spread. He instantly slipped back into you and started pounding into you once again. He wrapped his hand around you neck while the other held your thigh. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss you harshly. Your lips plump and soft against his.
He pulled away from the kiss and lightly squeezed tighter around your throat. He watched as his dick slipped in n out of your cunt. He smirked when he watched your eyes in the back of your head, clearly fucked out from the way he was destroying your cunt right now. His dick was hitting your cervix repeatedly from this angle.
“C-cum.. I'm gonna cum..!” was all you were able to muster out before you released along his dick. You were completely out of it. Taeyong smirked to himself, proud that he was able to fuck you out of your mind like this. His pace didn't seize just yet. He slipped out of you and quickly slipped himself back in.
You were an total wreck under him from the overstimulation. his pace slightly seized as he felt himself about to cum. He pumped in n out of you a few more times before he felt himself release his seed inside you. He let himself sit inside for a little bit before pulling out quickly and pulling your panties back over to cover your cunt. Even tho it was an amazing sight to watch is seed drip out of you but he wanted your cunt to savor it.
He fixed himself back up and sit on the couch next to you. He knew you were completely out of it and had fallen asleep so he pulled you back into his lap and held you. He wrapped his coat over your shoulders and held you close.
He had completely forgotten about the song he was working on. He was to deep in thought and to focused on you. He didn't want to wake you so he decided to head home later in the morning.
He just sat there and held you. He kissed your cheek before dozing off along with you..
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱
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It started as it will end, with a garden with this post -> link
"Stuntman / Stuntwoman / Stuntperson: a person employed to take an actor's place in performing dangerous stunts on purpose"
Day 12 : “Funnier my way” - Good Omens, Gymnast/StuntPerson AU
Aziraphale *angry*: You're being silly! Hurting yourself like this...
Crowley *pouty*: Naaah. Stunt person, that's what I am!
Aziraphale: Well, Dear, it is dangerous. *sigh*
Crowley: *sigh loudly* It's not if you're doing it professionaly. And I am. Very professional. Me.
Aziraphale: ...
Crowley: ...
Aziraphale *kindly*: Does it still hurt?
Crowley *softly*: ...Yeah. Still hurts. But doing it my way is funnier, Angel.
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Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)
Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day
Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour
Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished
Max time allowed: 2 hours instead of 8-20 on my previous projects - well, 2 hours for the complete sketch, then 1 more hour for editing their lovely quotes - AND drawing the Minisnake!Crowley.
Today's theme chosen by me: Well, this time it definitely feels like it's the theme that HAS CHOSEN me. I was scrolling on Tumblr and found this old "Gymnast Vs Stuntwoman" video I have already seen on YouTube months ago. But my GO-rotten brain made me think "WOAAA this is splendid AziraCrow Arrangement's vibes, doesn't it'". Aaaand... Voilà.
Trivia: when I started this Challenge, I wasn't very comfortable with Aziraphale soft curves - partly because I always tried to draw unrealistic bodies and "healthy" (whatever that means) silhouettes, and partly because it reminds me of my own bigger roundnesses and I can't stop feeling ashamed about it. But now I like to draw realistic Aziraphale more and more, sometimes plushy, sometimes a little bit more muscular (you'll see it in my future Ice Skating Tribute). It is a long road for me, but I like it a little more each day .
Trivia2: I love so much their wings tattoos. And I am particularly proud of the winged-sword because when I imagined it, it only took 10 minutes doing it. I am having so much fun in this Challenge, because I don't have time to think or hesitate. It's very refreshing for an indecisive and perfectionist artist like me.
How did it start? I reblogged here but my brain didn't want to stop...
"Hey, Good Omens Fam, listen, listen.
Is it just my Good-Omens-rotting brain speaking, or there is some Aziraphale/Crowley's Arrangement vibes here?
Feels like a kind of funny Fem!AU to me...
Aziraphale: If I may? *performs their gymnastic routine with a perfect sense of timing, beautiful and powerful, everything is neat, calculated, an rightful Angel in disguise with their sculptural body and their lovely blond curls*
Crowley: My turn. *performs the exact same gymnastic routine with an almost-perfect sense of timing, failling clumsy and weirdly sensual, everything seems chaotic but it IS (?) calculated, an bloody Demon in disguise with their messy gestures and their red disheveled long hair*
Aziraphale: ...
Crowley: WOT? Job done!
Aziraphale, *sincerely concerned* : Mate, didn't you just hurt yourself on this last jump?
Crowley, *blushing*: Ha! No way. I am a professional. Very professional, me.
Aziraphale: ... ... .... *raise eyebrows*
Crowley, *blushing A LOT*: ...Yeah. Still hurts. But my way is funnier, Angel.
Aziraphale: Oh dear. 🥺🙄😌"
And YES, the stuntwoman dit it ON PURPOSE - almost of it. See for yourself, they are so lovely, having so much fun together.
#Good Omens#Crowley#Aziraphale#Aziracrow#Ineffable husbands#Ineffable lovers#David Tennant#Michael Sheen#ElenthyaAndGoodOmens#ElenPersonnalChallenge#Ineffable dumbasses#Ineffable Idiots#Ineffable Gymnast#Ineffable StuntPerson#my art#art#ElenthyaGallery
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As promised, pumpkin pie! (/p) Here's my two cents for our favorite kiddo reader. The heir of Apocalypse!Peepaw Leo. The edgelord (and rightfully so!) turned dork nugget and their kooky adventures because I say so >:3
– ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Adopted Reader Fluff!!! My serve!! (probs a smidgen of angst bc this one specific scenario has been rotating in my head & i definitely meant to include it in the headcanons last night but, as previously mentioned, my eyes felt like they were gonna fall out 🥴) ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
p.s , I am also listening to the Goofy Movie soundtrack, specifically Stand Out + I 2 I which are my faves!!! Tevin Campbell did not have to go that hard. Highly recommend.
💌🧚♀️💗🌨🥡🍥
Even More Reader Post-Movie Headcanons!
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Okay so
I really wanna start out with the scenario that I am positively aching to show you bc I really wanna know what you think, ANDDD I think it weaves in so well with the repairing (or rather, building) of Reader and Leo’s relationship in this timeline!
But, we’ll get there. 😉
After the events of the movie, everything is still raw. Not only are we recovering from a literal war, but all the issues that come with coping with a timeline that we aren’t used to – a timeline we’ve only heard nostalgic regalings of from Papa, lullabies and tall tales and stories meant to keep up some sort of hope and light in the midst of the darkness they lived in day by day, as well as in the mystic projections of Uncle Michelangelo
. . . but now?
Seeing it in all its prime and modern-day glory?
It’s so, so beautiful.
Reader can’t and would never deny that.
It’s vibrant. It’s colorful. It’s free. It’s such a far cry from the blood-red skies and dilapidated wastelands they grew up with. The ruins were their "sunny skies and rolling fields" so to speak.
Now that they are here. In the flesh?
It’s. A lot to handle.
Reader is wrecked, for sure.
Casey is too! He’s just better at handling– hiding? Coping.
He’s more open and excited and gentle and polite and cheerful and.
We learn a lot from him as time goes on.
#caseythenationaltreasure
I like to imagine that Casey is a really big help in Reader’s journey to peace; not only within and with themself, but with the people around them too.
Eventually,
Sure, it’s still a bit awkward with everyone; you guys are kids from the future stuck in a different timeline - with the people who raised you and they're the same age as y'all! What more could you DO to them? (/lh)
Ah. But they’ve got their family. and it’s no joke that they’re a big help!!
Mikey is in his Prime as Doctor Feelings and scheduled regular sessions with Reader bc his EQ is very sharp, as we all know, and he notices just how bad Reader wants to come to terms with everything, and he wants to help. He does help. A lot.
Donnie is ever the 'tism with the emotional constipation (/aff) but he helps and provides in his own little special Donnie ways!
Even if he may not outright say it all the time, he cares and loves his family so so much and he'd do anything for them.
He sets Reader up with some fun and unique techno-cool gifts that help them with things they don't speak up about;
– – like upgrading their mask to have a panoramic-projection so they can put a whole visual to the audio recordings and playbacks stashed in the device memory (only if they want tho! he won't touch it otherwise :'3)
He pretends like he's not hanging on to Reader's every little word when they do engage in casual conversation [which becomes more and more frequent as time goes by!] under the guise of typing on his phone or smth,
and takes those tidbits to create something so heartwarmingly thoughtful and faceted that we may as well just take a big ole stamp that says "You're Not Fooling Anyone With That Bad Boy Persona" and bash it on that forehead of his. JSJSJ (lovingly ofc :*)
Speaking of panorama-projectors, I can see him making it to interchangeable sceneries!
I'm talking about galaxies and solar systems (feeds into Reader's crow tendencies *sniff sniff* soooo many shiny thingssss)
Deep-sea oceans like Ariel's cove-esque or Pandora's sea settings from Avatar
Or even peaceful golden hills and orchards, just them and the big blue sky, the sound of the breeze dancing and larks singing in their ears.
... whatever they want, Don makes it happen.
He definitely takes Mikey's artsy avenues and teams up with him so they can surprise the Future Kids together!
– – 🩵🩶 Casey and Reader fall asleep curled up together in a pillow fort with the projector playing, and it's the best sleep they've gotten since the sleepovers with their Papa.
made myself cry thinkin' that up *sobs*
And isn't Uncle / Big Bro Raphie such a sweetheart during it all? He's the rock of the family, but he's learning to let the family in a lot more. He's learning to not be so "overbearing", especially with his Protective Instincts flying off the handle since the battle. Sure he can be heavy-handed, but he just wants to keep his family safe. And he always has! He always will. He heals to a comfortable place with time, and while he'll always be everyone's rock, you all are there for him too.
Family is stronger together, and-
You all reassure him of that.
In quiet moments, rare moments when it's just him and Reader – they tell him just that. Their hand is comically small on his forearm, but their eyes are earnest; they stare up at him with a sparkle of admiration. They'd only heard stories regaled fondly by their surviving family members, often accompanied them when they visited his shell on the wall lit by candles.
– meeting their uncle, so young but endlessly strong, is a fickle kind of honor. But still an honor.
(and Raphie may or may not have cried whenever Reader gets him right in the feels hurk-)
Reader and Casey get spoiled rotten (i.e: given the basic necessities to which they did not have access to in their timeline sjjsshahahd) by their family nonetheless!!
UGhhghghh imagine it with me, Normie!
Bubble baths! Warm, cozy clothes! Books that weren't rotting, charred, or furled at the edges! Taking them to comic book stores! Convenience stores! The park! The WATERPARK! The mall!! Introducing them to music and headphones/earbuds to match! Conventions and cons! Amusement parks! Ice cream parlors! Casual strolls throughout New York and doing all these things!
Oh and don't get me started on the adventures they get into in The Hidden City!! :DDD
....
seriously, don't–
foreshadowing -thickens-
*ahem*
In all honesty, the whole clan becomes clingy with each other post-Invasion. That goes w/o saying.
Even Case and Reader, despite the initial tension, have little to no qualms with being pulled into Turtle Piles, nor all the casual affection that comes with healing and growing together!!
It's odd but sweet :')
—Casey and Reader eventually grow out of always seeing the guys as uncles/aunties/parental figures (save for Splints + Draxy + etc.), it becomes more sibling-like in a way!
But they'll always be just as close.
They were just that in their timeline.
But that timeline is lost.
And scary as it may be, they're building themselves a new life. A better life. It's what Papa would have wanted.
So. Why not do just that? :')
>> fam that gets traumatized together STAYS together (/gen)😤
Tragedy brings them closer in ways they didn't think it would.
the awkwardness between reader & leo melts into something more mellow, and we owe a big part of that to Casey!
He's their bridge. Seeing as he's closer to Leo at the given time, he hangs out with his sibbie and Leo at the same time so that they can hang together too. >:3c
Such a genius boy ueueu.
— and before they know it, Reader and Lee-Lee are actually bonding really well. It takes time, and there are withdrawals and setbacks along the way, but it is those obstacles that pave the way for something strong. Something true, honorable, pure, and real.
The reader knows — you know, glory do you know ... that this may not be your Papa.
But maybe...
Maybe that's okay.
You had him. You had Casey. You had your family, the ones once lost to fates beyond your control, and now here you were.
You had all won.
And if that in of itself wasn't something to celebrate with every breath you took,
—you would have given up on that war all that time ago.
Reader and Leo come to a mutual ground with one another.
Let's come to a place where they're more than civil with each other; Leo adores casual affection, and Reader does too— they just weren't willing to give way for such in the beginning.
But it's not unusual to see Leo and them curled up next to each other. Most of the time, Casey's with them too! But in the rare times he isn't, Reader and Leo are comfortable and just doing their own thing.
Like they'll be reading a book, or playing on a handheld device (game, Switch, phone, etc. they're amazed by present-day technology) and Lee's got a comic book,
or he's resting his head close to theirs while he guides them through what they may be doing on their fun little screen.
Leo finds a comfort in you, and you find a comfort in him— once you both let each other in.
All the time it took was worth it :')
I can see them being the most annoyingly caustic yet affectionate besties SNSNJJSJSJ biiig "only I get to make fun of them >:(" energy
or a complete opposite:
once we get past all the vitriol, they're so soft for each other hhhh-
Like Reader becomes fairly protective over him; handles him gently with small smiles and murmured words, helps him out and gives the best muscle massages or is quick to redress and assist when he's smarting from his wounds, knows him well enough to comfort him through panic attacks, indulges in his stupid jokes and puns bc he raised them, hello.
They bounce off each other for hours—
the rest of the guys have resorted to begging, multiple times jsjsj.
and Leo, by this time he knows how much Reader meant- means to him, but he doesn't try to take their Papa's place; he's not scared of them, he does learn to love them /p, and tries to translate that in the most respectful yet straightforward way possible,
and that helped their growing relationship a lot!
He rough-houses (gently) and spars with them, teases them just enough to see their flustered expression, annoys them affectionately — but is the first to come to their defense when someone else gets too cozy.
A lot like a best friend or a sibling.
... He also cuddles and slings his arm around their shoulders and gives the best bear hugs (when they want/need). He reads to them- either one of his comics or one of their acquired books- when they can't sleep or just needs something to hear other than the overbearing voices in their head. He always eats with them, introducing them to new foods he thinks they'd like and giving them the bigger portion (when they get used to stomaching it ofc). Holds their hand. Protects them from the small things and encourages them with the big things, because he knows they can handle it and they just need that little nudge. And to know that someone is right behind them the whole time.
All that good stuff.
(and Casey is so jazzed two of his favorite people are getting along so well aaaa!!)
—hey or maybe it's a healthy mix of both!! ♡₊˚ yeahhhhh.
big BIG ride-or-die energy. I like to imagine that (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)
At the end of the day, they'd die for each other all over again. It gets to THAT point.
Both figuratively and literally.
One milestone in their bond took place and in a way nobody really saw coming—
They were in the Hidden City, stopping by Señor Hueso's for some good grub,
but Leo's leg was pinching a bit more today, and Reader felt a migraine coming on; they wanted to get back home for Mikey's Miracle Migraine Tea, maybe a scalp massage if they pulled the puppy eyes the aforementioned taught them in the future (they don't need to. he'd do it at the drop of a hat. they just like to be eggstra 💅🏼),
so they're both kinda rushing this little outing. Reader's a touch grouchy and their notorious RBF makes a whole comeback, but Leo knows them well enough to know it's not directed at him. He feels for ya, and he sticks close as you both wait for your pickup order to come through.
Then, out of nowhere, some gigantuan yokai comes skulking over.
Reader notices immediately, having folded to lay their head on the cool countertop at the pickup counter; Leo was rubbing up and down their back in comforting circles, smiling down at them with warm, sympathetic eyes as he tries to distract them from their discomfort. He was too focused on them to notice.
and when they spot the glint in the yokai's eyes, they can practically smell the sinister intention as they stride over to them. They're looking for something they had no business to.
Reader tenses, hackles raised and fingers twitching where they gripped the forearms of their hoodie, and their eyes gleam as they peek out from under their hood.
Leo, who thinks they're about to be sick, frets and gently maneuvers them to sit on a nearby stool; he doesn't see the yokai until he's being clapped on the shoulder - the one that's sore, conveniently so - and nearly jumps out of his skin when he whirls on them.
This yokai - stocky, menacing, and a sadistic air about them, simply chuckles and cocks their head at the duo. They're wearing a server's uniform. Reader and Leo both realize it at once-- Reader with dread and Leo with (miscalculated) relief: they're an employee.
Anyways, Leo is put-off by this sudden intrusion of personal space and onslaught of bad vibes, but he's the Face Man and naturally a people person, so he greets them casually and asks if he can help them.
Alongside the incessant ringing in their ears that's their warning before disaster, alarm bells started going off in their head.
They can't really discern what Leo and this bum are saying at this point - everything was fuzzy and garbled like they were underwater; even from their vulnerability sprawled out over the countertop, Reader can tell from their body language that the convo is going in a very wrong direction,
especially when Leo is suddenly shoved back- too hard- and lands in a graceless heap on the floor behind them.
Your mind goes blank. A mindset that was wired into your being from birth – one you haven't had to enter for a while – burns your mind and chest and the alarm bells are deafening, even more so than the sudden uproar of commotion happening vaguely around you.
You're not focused on them. You become laser-focused on the yokai behind you, and between one breath and the next, you're out of your seat and tackling the yokai with a snarl, and you're beating the ever-loving spirits out of them.
You don't stop. You grab at fur and a muzzle, probably a tusk, but you don't care. You don't care, you don't care, you don't care–
– – you're relentless.
All that was in your head was blaring red letters: Protect. Family. Leo. Hurt. Still recovering. Threat. Protect.
Strike.
White-hot rage is pumping through your veins and powering your every strike.
You have them by the nape and slam the yokai's face into the ground muzzle/snout-first; you throw punch after elbow after backhand after punch, even as you feel bone and tendon cracking rather explicitly beneath your knuckles,
and when you're kicked off, rather weakly all things considered–
it doesn't deter you at all.
You use the airborne energy to bounce right back off the countertop (it would ache and bruise like heck later),
rip the stool that you were occupying just moments earlier, clean off its hinges,
and start wailing in on the no-good lowlife bully that thought it beneficial to try your brother.
–– it doesn't stop until the very seat of the stool cracks to shrapnel, the center rolling away like a hubcap, and you're gripping the bar in your hands, heaving like you just ran a marathon.
When the yokai unfolds their arms from shielding their head to peek at you, scrambling to stand, shaking and wide-eyed, your gaze is ferocious.
The skeleton of the once-seat in your hand gets thrown right at their face with a ridiculous strength, and if their muzzle/snout wasn't broken before, it was shattered now.
The yokai shrieks in pain and goes right back down as red iron seeps from their nose, mouth, through their fingers, writhing on the floor-
and you stomp forwards, plant your foot steady in the center of their chest, and press in close until you can see their pupils trembling; that's when you finally speak your first words of the evening:
"Don't you ever come near my brother again. If I see your sorry shank even breathe in his general direction? That stool? The end will find itself shoved right up your pathetic excuse of a voice box. You'd like that, yeah?"
Terrified head shakes and an even more terrified wheeze in response,
"You listen and you listen real good, geezer. I will find you, and a simple warning like this will be the least of your troubles. A warning in which I'm letting you off with, seeing as you're clearly mistaken in your endeavors. Even think of touching Leo, and you deal with this except a thousand times over. It won't be just me. Okay?"
your poorly concealed sadism makes a minor appearance in the sudden change of pitch in your voice and the smarmy grin that stretches your dry lips as you quirk your head and eyebrows in question; when the yokai does nothing but give an immediate jerky nod, you gently pat the side of their face, satisfied.
–which was a lull into a false sense of security, because you shifted your entire body weight and last bit of strength to shove their face back down as you stood up, ignoring their yowl of agony as you did so.
meanwhile everyone in the restaurant be like:🧍
when you came to, everything crashed into you at once: nausea rolled in violent waves in your stomach, the migraine came thrumming full-force, and your ribs creaked as you stumbled over to a shellshocked Leo.
You pulled him up on shaky legs, but much like every patron in the joint, his eyes were trained on the yokai you just obliterated, still writhing on the ground.
Eventually, Senor comes rushing out and, taking in the damage of the scene, demands an explanation. Reader is all-too glad to give it to him, eyes glazed over and voice a lot more calmer than the actual predator they previously were
But once they do, his eyes look over both of them and soften, especially when he takes in how Leo is visibly shaking and Readie looks like they're milliseconds away from passing out.
They get out of there, food in tow, Leo still extremely shell-shocked and Reader worse for wear at what just transpired.
Blue barely manages a portal home- but they do, and when they're safe in the familiarity of the Lair, they both metaphorically collapse.
The night ends with the perturbed fretting of the Clan, but it all boils down to one thing for sure.
Leo has Reader's hand in his, Reader is gripping with the same intensity, and they refuse to be separated for the next few days thereafter.
Anata wa hitori janai.
That is the Hamato way.
oh and that employee never showed up to the restaurant again :D sorry not sorry for using them as collateral for my bebes
more tidbits that came to mind when typing that storm up:
reader's a bad mofo . didn't ya know they were the scourge of the apocalypse? they were clandestinely feared by the kraang. leo kept them under wraps bc he knew how powerful they were. (/j)
reader: they protecc, they attacc, but most of all, they gone need ice for they bacc SNRRRTTT
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HOOOWEEEEE, THAT'LL DO IT– ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I hope you do read all this, sugarcube!! I got kind of carried away, ahaha ^^;; I'm sowwwyyyy!~ But i AM excited to hear your thoughts, whenever that may be! <333
I'm mostly glad I finally got the well-awaited scenario in there!! Basically, Leo has a no-no moment with some lowkey bully and Reader completely overcompensates, even thought they're BOTH still tender from war, yet they go batty-bonkers over his oppression! >:( Don't touch their family!!! The scenario was inspired by a ficlet I read a while ago with Leo in the same situation, but Reader was in Donnie's place :''))) I'll have to find it for ya if you haven't read it yet-
aaa after this, i think i can chill without so much heaviness!! i need to indulge in some crack! some fluff! somethin' now that we've explored the reader and leo's dynamic!! they're the sillies ever and we need more!!
muwah! Hasta la vista, baeby! I'll be back!~ /p
Aaaa goodnight now XD! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Love ya loads, toots!! Enjoy the nomz, haha!🍓❣🍰💌🧸
Ok. First of all, and most importantly, I FREAKIN LOVE THE GOOFY MOVIE IT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVS EVER- AFTER TODAY IS MY FUCKING JAM-
ALSO ON THE OPEN ROAD??? HEHEH
Ahem.
Now that that's out of my system, let the headcanons begin...
READER'S HEALING PROCESS POST-MOVIE
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Post-movie, after everything calms down, and everyone's just trying to heal,
You definitly open up a bit more.
You'll apologize to everyone for how you acted before,
For being so hostile towards them.
Casey will 100% nudge Leo and you into hanging out together.
It was hard to do since you avoided Leo like the plauge, and he kinda thought you hated him or something.
Casey manages to kill the awkwardness, and now you and Leo go EVERYWHERE together.
Besties for realzies.
Donnie will try to be subtle with his gifting,
Spoiler: he isn't.
Most of the time he'll just leave whatever it is on Reader's bed for them to find with a small note.
He's dissmissive when you thank him too,
"Don't worry about." "It's no big deal."
The projector is now your most prized possesion aside from your mask.
I feel like you always had trouble sleeping in the dark,
In the future it would have been hard to have any kind of nightlight.
Limited resources and all.
So Uncle Michelangelo would fill your and Casey's room with little glowing lights.
Think Gaurdians of The Galaxy when Groot saves everyone, the little balls of light?
So thats what you usually project into the room.
And obviously you and Casey will have the occasional stargazing night.
Meeting Raph for you was pretty much the equivilent of Casey fan-girling over Leonardo.
The stories Papa told you about him made Raph sound like some kind of super hero.
So when you met him, you had to physically try to keep your rbf on, and not freak out.
You think he's so freakin' cool-
Omg if you show even the slightest signs of discomfort or sadness Mikey is on that crap.
Here comes Dr. Feelings, tell him what's wrong.
No family of his is going to be sad for long.
He'll 100% do his best to make you and Casey feel more at home in your new timeline.
Sometimes you'll turn the tables and now you're Dr. Feelings.
He doesn't like it, but he knows mental health is important, so he deals and ya'll have therapy sessions with eachother.
You not so subtly try to spend lots of time with Splinter as well.
You didn't have very much time with your Grandpa before the end of the world took him as well,
But now he's here, and you can tell that he did not change one bit with time.
His younger counter-part is exactly the same as the one you knew in the future.
You do the same thing with Draxxum as well and omfg he is so weirded out.
Like, why does this teenager want to willingly spend time with me? Did Mikey put you up to this? WHAT IS GOING ON-
But nope.
You just missed your weird alchemist Gramps.
April takes you for walks around the city, kinda showing you and Casey what it looks like when it isn't in complete ruins.
She shows you all the cool things it has to offer, and you even come back to the Lair with some shiny things you find on the ground!
You lost your old collection when you left your old timeline, so now you have to start your hoard all over :(
It's ok though, people drop tons of shiny things down water ways and sewer drains.
You and Leo will wander around the tunnels and look for your shinies.
It's a bonding experience, and he teases you about it.
Great gallileo the back and forths between you are so horrible.
They last almost all day, and when ever one of you starts one evryone groans out loud.
The only two people who can get you two to drop it and leave eachother alone are Casey and Raph, but Casey rarely does anything to stop it-
Once you and Leo get close he is such a little terd-
Teasing, and picking and poking.
Big brother energy for realzies.
He'll wake you up by playing California Girls really loud in your ear, and then giggle about it all day, while you try not to strangle him.
If he ever overexerts himself, god help him escape the scolding-
EVERYONE is on his shell about it.
But ESPECIALLY you.
It's even worse when you get upset at him, because after everyome else is done scolding him, they'll move on.
But you? You are so petty about it.
You scold him for hours,
Then you'll just kinda... sit there, silently glaring off into space.
It makes him feel so bad for worrying Reader, that he doesn't overwork himself more than like- five times before guilt makes him just chill tf out and heal.
That scenario you wrote, where Reader absolutely rocks that yokai's shit for messing with Leo?
(Wonderfully written by the way, truely a masterpiece)
First of all total fuck around 'n find out energy.
Second of all, I'm in LOVE with the idea of Reader going absolutely feral on the battle field.
In the future, EVERY fight was life or death, and I think Reader may need to learn that here, in this timeline, not every fight requires you to freakin' wreck the opponent.
Raph kinda has that talk with them after Senor told him how they messed that employee up.
Not every fight requires your 100%.
Then he'll totally congradulate you for destroying that jerk that hurt Leo.
Reader gets a reward cookie.
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Apologies this took so long to answer my dear (/p).
But here it is!! That scenario at Runof The Mill- *chefs kiss*
Beautiful. Amazingly written. I LIVE for feral reader.
#tmnt#tmnt x reader#x reader#rottmnt#donnie x reader#leonardo x reader#raphael x reader#platonic x reader#michelangelo x reader#sibling reader#casey jones junior#casey junior x reader platonic#future leo#future leo x reader#spinter#baron draxum#april oneil#normie writes#normies moots#normie rambles
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HI @rainbowghostcat and @boxx-sama -- I have been enabled so I'm here to ramble a bit about my faves >:3 Top three are definitely Fuuta, Mahiru, and Yuno! Good taste gang !!🤝✨✨✨
It's a mix of enjoying their songs, genuinely getting into their stories, and relating to them just enough to go a little crazy asdfsd :') Shidou comes in at a close 4th, I love him a lot but I'm not as insane as I am about these guys lmao.
I was holding onto these asks to ramble when I had the time/energy but uuuuhhh I didn't mean to go on for so long sorry 😭 Woe, 03 06 02 thoughts be upon ye...
Starting with Fuuta!! His character has everything – He’s cool, he’s lame, he’s terrifying, he’s tragic, he’s funny, he’s unbearably real, he’s my silly little guy, he makes me cry, etc. The core of his character that always gets me is how normal he is. How he’s probably closest to the majority of the audience – he (and Kazui) are the only ones who did not have murder on their mind at all. He anticipated harm, but the thought of someone dying never once crossed his mind. He’s right around teens/early twenties. He engages with the online world a lot. So many milgram fans are in that age range, on the internet a lot (in order to enjoy the project and its fanbase), feel a strong sense of justice (since they’re so engaged in a project about morality), and aren’t in any situation dramatic enough that they expect anyone to die. He’s so much like all of us.
Continuing on that, his heart really is in the right place to start. He cares deeply about people and society, which is why he wants to fix it. His vision is a bit small, focusing on petty issues rather than huge social issues, but the point is he cares. He attacks Es because he’s trying to be the brave representative after hearing Haruka and Yuno were attacked. He yells at Kazui and Mahiru because they’re not helping the others. He takes care of Haruka. He gives Mahiru a birthday gift even when he has nothing to give.
His biggest issue is, he doesn’t belong. I’ve written up a whole analysis on how he’s written very neurodivergent: he misses social cues, he’s on the outskirts of friendships and groups. It’s more clear in characters like Haruka and Muu, but Fuuta is just as incredibly desperate for attention. For love. For that feeling of belonging in a group. His knightly fantasies aren’t ones of violence and weapons – they’re mostly scenes of him surrounded by a close-knit party of adventurers who are cheering him on.
All of this together is what makes him so compelling and so tragic to me. All the characters are human and real, but he’s the closest to a lot of viewers (myself included). He let the attention get to his head for just a bit too long, let himself get swept away in finally having friends. He got distracted thinking that the focus of being a hero was defeating, and not protecting. And all it took was a brief time of getting drunk on this attention, and now he has a little girl’s blood on his hands. It makes me absolutely insane.
I also think he’s such a cool special case because he truly got a taste of his own medicine. The other characters are being judged in an unfamiliar way, but he is being scrutinized in the Exact same way that Fuuta pried open others’ privacy. He was attacked and almost died because of Es’ judgment, just as his victim was attacked because of his judgment. The process of Milgram is putting him in his victim’s shoes, and it’s so cool to see.
Aaaaand on a lighter note – he’s just so fun!! He’s my little skrunkly fr!!! I love his shit-eating grin. I love his ridiculous laugh. I love his crooked teeth. I love the knight theme, and the fire symbolism. It’s pretty standard, but it suits him perfectly. He’s got such cool, badass songs! I’m obsessed with his voice, both his singing and vd performances are incredible. His vds are the only ones I’ll listen to often and out of the blue – Arthur Lounsbery uses such an interesting and fun voice for him ;--; His design is so fun (apparently I have a Type for redhead characters…), and his t2 development and design were amazing! There has been no other Milgram character that I want to reach through the screen and shake violently by the shoulders and also hug so badly 😂
I’m so obsessed with her theme of ‘being so kind that it causes harm’!! Because it’s very easy to dismiss the other characters as unforgivable when you look at the harm they wanted to cause their victim, or disregard they had for their victim’s feelings. But Mahiru… she doesn’t want to cause any harm. At all. She took her boyfriend’s feelings into consideration so much so that she didn’t stop him when she definitely should have. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body and yet she fucked up big time!! It’s such a unique type of murder!! The other characters need to be sat down and told “don’t hurt innocents, don’t seek revenge, don’t be selfish, etc” and then Mahiru is over here like “don’t be… nice to people.” Because it’s not about being nice per se – it’s about not being a doormat.
(I know her story is still a bit mysterious – my running theory is that her bf had health issues completely separate from their relationship. They started getting bad and he started to consider suicide. Instead of stopping him, Mahiru combined her need to copy her lover (as seen a lot in TIHTBILWY), her ideas that lovers do everything together, and her belief that one should do anything they set their mind to (as seen in her comments about Es/Kotoko and the attack). She says she’ll join him, make it a lovers’ suicide, but doesn’t follow through at the last second.)
She (and Mikoto) have really interesting themes of how not caring for yourself can actually hurt others. They put all their efforts into giving back to others, to society, fitting into the norms and expectations, not questioning others, and it backfires catastrophically. If she had stood up for herself and her relationship, she would not have assumed anyone deserved to die. She would have known that it wasn’t up to her alone to deal with her bf’s mental issues. She obviously wasn’t handling it correctly (rats….) but she didn’t need to! She should have pointed him to professionals instead of deciding she deserved to die along with him! But she was so poisoned by society’s expectations of being the perfect girlfriend and being considerate of others…
She’s just such a tragic case because the power of love is supposed to be perfect. She’s been taught her whole life that it’s wonderful and magical and pure. Who can kill with the power of love, after all? I can completely understand her denial of the situation, because I also wouldn’t picture a terrifying, dark scene if I knew I was only being nice for my whole life!
And her crime aside – she’s super fun :3 She has The Most Fun songs, she’s full of energy and excitement and enthusiasm! (out of the various english covers I like, hers is the one I jam out to most often hehe). She’s the most stunning character there! I’m a sucker for sunshine-coded characters 🌻🌻🌻I think she has the best symbols out of everyone, between the birdcage and the carousel. The fact that both Mahiru and her bf could be the bird and the cage. The two symbols representing beautiful things that can be trapping. Representing cycles. Representing relationships. I know the hourglass is a popular one but I think this is Yamanaka's finest set of symbols. I am unwell about it. So yeah, rather than give her a good shake I want to yank her right out of there – Get in loser we’re gonna get you some self-love!!!!
And a slightly shorter rant on Yuno because that was a lot adfsdf. Ad I'm aware of the irony that one of my points is that it kinda sucks how most rants on Yuno are cut short :( The thing is, she’s been very honest about her crime, and most people have considered her issue in a context outside of Milgram so they already have a pretty good idea on where their vote stands. Despite being the “obvious” innocent one, she really is the most emotionally charged character imo. It’s easy to relate to the other characters and feel knee-jerk reaction, but none have been so widely discussed as abortion and sex work. I can talk openly about everyone else and get into a nice discussion on morals and emotions, but Yuno is the one character I have to talk very, very carefully around. Whether I’m rambling about Milgram to my family or interacting with new fans, I never know what’s acceptable to say without falling into a whole debate on politics.
So, if it’s made me into someone who keeps quiet and skirts around things, I shudder to imagine the amount of lying/masking Yuno herself must do on a daily basis. I can easily avoid the topic if I choose to – she was dealing with that debate long before coming to Milgram, and is currently dealing with debates and judgements and insults and pity surrounding it. She’s naturally strong so I think fans often forget all the shit that this 18yo is dealing with on a daily basis, and how effortless she’s making it look <3
#milgram#fuuta kajiyama#mahiru shiina#yuno kashiki#❤️🧡🩷#LMAO SORRY#im just yellin about some of my favorite things -- feel free to yell back! (or completely ignore me asdfsdfs)#thank you tsumi for the dividers!#and the base for that phone meme was going around but lmk if you want it and i can link it#ask#rose posts
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gender dysphoria comfort for afab reader x spot?? :p
Spot comforting an AFAB/trans reader
Rubs my autistic little hands (in a cool nonbinary way)
Not gonna specify if reader is a trans man/nonbinary or somewhere in between/else where so!!!
Heavy projection on my end because my dysphoria is kinda. Raging
But also idk how to comfort myself so this is gonna translate into spot bouncing around
It shows so bad that I!! Am bad at outright comfort <\3
Happy pride by the by! Not sure if I said that over here yet
YEEEAAAAAH 4am posting REAL
Right off the bat I wanna make it clear that this man would snag some stuff for you
Of course he does this in general, but hes more than willing to get you things that may help you express yourself
Clothes, are a big one! Need a new wardrobe? Hes already on it! Same applies to other things you may need
On the fence on if he would snag some hormones for you; since he doesnt wanna risk taking them from someone else
Actually ykw
Bros a scientist
Be can probably make his own solutions
Anyways onto the actual
Ask
Admittedly Spot is not the best at comforting others, so his go to is self projection; if that makes sense
Applies what he knows cheers him up to you?? Like venting and physical affection can help him get through rough patches, so he'll try to urge you to vent during a cuddle session
Reinforces that you look handsome; though hes down with calling you anything if that isnt your cup of tea
Hes a scientist, he does research! Listens to every word you say and sucks up any information regarding the topic he can find
Offers some tips on passing, if that's what you need
OOOOOH BRAIN BLAST
You guys have self care days together as is, but you guys tend to have them on days things get rough
Basic.. self care things. Low stress activities, you both go shopping (stealing) (hes wearing s shitty disguise), things like that
He toooootally doesnt target anyone who purposefully gets your pronouns or name wrong! What? What do you mean that rude person lost everything out of no where, y/n? He doesn't know what you're talking about, he doesn't know anything about anyone
Easily your biggest fan and supporter, your personal hypeman
Generally he let's you know that he loves you, and that regardless of how you present youre amazing and valid. He may not know the best way to comfort you all the time, but he's trying his best to hear you out and advocate for you! While he may not be the most... ferocious.. man out there, but he's quite vocal to anyone who dares try to tell you otherwise! Whether you present more feminine, masculine, or androgynous; he'll be right at your side
Also now that I think about it, if he got his hands on the material he'd definitely try to make a way to literally. Just change your sex right there to align with how you feel
If the dude can make a mini collider on his own he can probably make the transgenderinator
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Why do people stan JC and JGY?
We're all older/est siblings, and thus all live in a constant state of barely-suppressed rage and misdirected parental instincts. This means when we see a younger sibling like Jiang Cheng or Jin Guangyao driving their life into the ground like a malfunctioning bumper car, we have an innate need to watch this happen and both gloat about it and want to help. It's actually birth order science.
I'm very pro-torture? I think I speak for all of us when I say that when I'm experiencing media, I seek out characters who undertake actions I fully morally approve of first of all, and a big one for me is torture. Obviously Wei Wuxian also qualifies here, but he's sort of a fake torture fan lol like he does it the one time and never seems to go back to it? But there's so much space to imagine how both Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao spent years innovating on their torture techniques. It's practically its own form of cultivation, if you think about it! Inspiring.
This one's more personal, but as you can probably guess from my username, I am a deeply pedantic and irritating person (note: this is true). So obviously I'm very drawn to both characters' "why will no one listen to me!!!!" energy. Again, when I'm watching shows, I try to find the character whose personality seems closest to mine in ways that make me feel soothed and reflected in unchallenging ways so that I can project myself into the narrative and imagine how I'd handle things better than they would, and that's definitely something both of them provide to us humorless scolds of the world.
Maybe this one should have been first lol but I felt guilty nitpicking your premise-- we're not people? we're actually all bots haha no actual person would ever like Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao, who would do that to themselves
#ask answered#...if... if you don't get that this is a joke then#i don't know what to do#i will happily write a post about why i love these two but not for an anon who isn't even going to see it lol
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(This is pretty embarrassing to ask but I’m a sad guy with sad feelings so) main omori characters(plus mari if you don’t count her)where they run in on reader trying to very quietly cry so nobody notices? You don’t have to add this but maybe reader cries harder when the character walks in - 🐗/evil twin
A/N: sorry it took so long evil twin i am a procrastinator . also sorey if sunny and basils parts suck i project my inability to comfort onto them. also projected my mommy issues during maris part ...
RW OMOGANG walking in on reader crying and trying to hide it
includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, BASIL, and MARI
SUNNY
when he first peeks in and sees the tears on your face, he definitely panicked
he's a little awkward so he might think about just quietly leaving, but he cares about you and can't just leave you like that
once you look up and notice him, his heart drops when you break out in a sob
he walks over to you and slowly sits down, hesitating to put his hand on your back. he's still kinda stiff and awkward though
he doesn't ask you to talk about it, he just sits there and waits for you to do your own thing. it doesn't matter if you just need a pat on the back or if you need to rant about something, he'll stay there for as long as you need
sunny has a hard time showing care, so the best he can do is listening and nodding his head. he is trying his best, and seeing as his love language is quality time, if you'd like you two go out for ice cream afterwards!!!
AUBREY
her immediate reaction is concern, and she thinks about slowly closing the door so you won't see her, but she'd feel far too guilty
she takes a few cautious steps in, gently calling your name and she kinda freaks out if you start to cry harder and hide your face
she's at your side, slowly sitting down on your bed and hovering her hand over yours before deciding against it and patting you on the back.
"hey, Y/N... what's wrong?"
her heart twinges with guilt when she sees you crying, despite not doing anything wrong. she tends to assume things are her fault!
she'll listen to you talk until you tire. aubrey really doesn't mind. she knows it all too well; the frustration of not being able to just rant and talk about yourself for once. she listens silently and slowly rubs your back as you speak through sobs
she's kinda scared to, but she ends up pulling you into a hug, burying her face in your neck.
"you don't have to hide it, y'know.. i'm here."
KEL
he waltzes into your room and stops in his tracks once he sees you crying.
"..Y/N?"
kel never likes seeing people cry. he's always been one to try and stay positive, but whenever someone else is upset or angry it always dampens his mood. he's such an empath
he'll step over to you, eyeing you carefully and playing with his fingers.
when you notice him and flinch a little, he flinches right back and waits for you to say something. but when all he's met with are sobs, he sits down next to you and immediately hugs you tightly.
it might've been more to comfort himself than you, as physical touch is sometimes a grounding method. i think seeing people emotional can get kel kind of..,,. disassociated??
he pulls away and looks at you in the eyes, asking what's wrong. he listens to you talk quietly, afraid that if he interrupts you might shut down and stop talking completely
he might try to crack more jokes the rest of the day, and definitely takes you out to gino's to get your favorite pizza and chat. he doesn't like seeinf anyone sad, especially not you!!!
HERO
hero lightly knocked on your door before letting himself in. usually, he was quite good at knocking, but every now and then he'd let the dad side of him slip and just lets himself into your room
it was mainly out of concern as to if you were okay, again another dad trait
you're in your bed, sniffling and breathing heavily, it goes almost unnoticed from outside the door.
"Y/N? what happened?" hero anxiously rushes to your bedside, and his heart shatters when you let out a loud sob when you see him
his first instinct is to engulf you in a hug, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he settles for standing there awkwardly and not knowing what to do with his hands
he ends up sitting down on your bed, putting his feet up and scooting closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. "hey, hey, it's alright. i'm here."
if you want to talk to him about your feelings, he gladly listens, nodding and validating whatever you say with little 'yeah' and 'yup's
he makes u your favorite home-cooked meal afterwards to cheer you up, and lets you know you can always come to him for help. he also ruffles ur hair
BASIL
basil has a hard time with feelings. he feels so much of them, but they're so hard to get out and deal with.
he cracks the door open and pops his head in. "Y/N? you okay?"
he sees you curled up in your sheets in bed, and immediately grows concerned, opening the door wider.
"..Y/N?" he stands awkwardly at the door, fidgeting and trying to see your expression.
you look up and see him, and you quickly bury your face into your covers and cry harder. he grows panicked, and speed walks to your side, hesitating to sit down on the bed.
"oh, Y/N.. what.. what's wrong?" he inches closer, slowly taking your hand in his shaky one, rubbing it with his thumb.
basil is a great listener, and he hears you out intently on everything you have to say. he tries to speak comforting words, but they come out as somewhat robotic. he's trying. he truly means the words though!
basil gives you a quick, warm hug and pulls back, smiling softly. "do you want to see the others? they're outside." his friends always cheer him up, so he assumes it's the same for you
MARI
mari wants nothing more than to put a smile on everyones face. so when see walks in on you crying quietly, her sisterly instincts kick in
she rushes to your side and immediately sits on the bed, placing her hand over yours and speaking soothing words.
"hey, it's alright, Y/N. i'm right here." she rubs your hand with her thumb. "let's talk about it, yeah?"
she keeps her hand in yours when you speak, and shooshes you and coos if you start to sob or have a hard time speaking.
she reassures you, and gives you a little pep talk
"you're the strongest kid i know, Y/N. look at you, standing straight and tall after everything. be happy about how far you've come!"
she's incredibly understanding and does anything you want to do afterwards. bake cookies, have a picnic, hang out with your friends. she's very attentive, so she'll pay extra attention to make sure you're doing alright!
#omori#omori x reader#sunny omori x reader#aubrey omori x reader#kel omori x reader#hero omori x reader#basil omori x reader#mari omori x reader#omori sunny x reader#omori aubrey x reader#omori kel x reader#omori hero x reader#omori basil x reader#omori mari x reader#omori fandom#sunny x reader#aubrey x reader#kel x reader#hero x reader#basil x reader#mari x reader#omori headcanons#pineappleciders#omori hcs
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i've seen you mention metamodernism on here a few times (and in that fucking mario video?) and as someone with a massive amount of brainrot over the idea of "what comes after postmodernism", i was wondering what your thoughts on metamodernism are. what does it mean to you? what do you think characterizes it? do you accept timotheus vermeulen and robin van den akker's description of it whole cloth? do you have opinions on any other proposed ideas of postpostmodernity like new sincerity?
to me metamodernism is the simultaneous acceptance of both a modernist and postmodernist worldview. to recognize that there are no real “big ideas” at the core of our existence but to still believe in one. there is an inherent embrace of contradiction in metamodernism that seems to be the only way to make sense of such a fractured world. also - to both mean something sincerely and ironically: this kind of mentality is all over the internet. the “jk jk …unless” the “/hj” and on the darker side, the modern fascist movement that is both fascist as a joke to own the libs and actually fascist. i see this term “metamodernism” fundamentally as a diagnosis of the world that we already live in. postmodernism is definitely over but it’s hard to fully understand these things while they’re happening.
i definitely would say i personally believe in both modern and postmodern ideas. i believe in “big ideas” where useful - i would consider myself a marxist if i’m anything ending in -ist, because for a political project having a vision for the world to rally behind is useful. i’ve also found a lot of utility in postmodern critical theory for deconstructing the complex ways power exerts itself in the modern day. i’m also quite a spiritual person though not in any dogmatic religious way, i just find a lot of value in seeing truth in things i know not to be “true” in a rational sense.
new sincerity - i think new sincerity is perhaps less a diagnosis of the world and more a goal to aspire to and i would say i see the value in it. metamodern art at its best is sincerity expressed through irony, or at least catered to a culture with a default ironic posture. sincerity is good. irony is a useful tool but we can so easily lose ourselves in it. but if you wanna hear about that go listen to a david foster wallace interview he’s better at explaining it then me. i also think a lot of ideas credited to metamodernism are just existentialist ideas - “nothing in life really matters and that’s ok, all we have is each other” that’s pretty much how i feel as well.
this is getting very heady and i would probably need a phd in philosophy or something to really make a coherent point here but let me just say, through my own experience i have found again and again that love is the thing that keeps me together and the more i give and receive it the happier i am… my worldview is firmly centered around the belief in love for each other, whatever isms may come and go…
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So with Mercaleb being over for a while now, I’ve felt a bit bereft as an author and found myself working on my next project pretty quickly. I wanted to explore the wizards through a different lens, as I do, but with Caleb once again taking the form of the Other contrasted to Essek. Mercaleb, Volcaleb — this is definitely one of my jams. I hope you will enjoy the start of something new!
The title is from William Cullen Bryant's A Forest Hymn.
(~1400 word snippet, shadowgast, rated G for now)
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the groves were god's first temples
The night was dark, and the windows of Essek’s office were speckled with water droplets, each pane a portrait of the rain’s ever-changing visage as it peered in at the room’s lone occupant.
Essek of Den Thelyss worked by candlelight, and by magelight, comfortable with the dark and yet preferring illumination as he bent to his studious labors: a spell theorem that could unlock a new sub-branch of dunamancy. A fire in the hearth warmed his back. A cup of tea steamed at his elbow, hot only due to refreshments of Prestidigitation. Essek had not arisen from his chair in several hours.
“It’s really quite simple,” Essek said aloud, tone edged in frustration. “I don’t see why you must persist in seeking complications.”
For Essek was not truly alone, whatever it might appear to an outside observer. He was never alone here in the study, the sanctum sanctorum of his tower.
“Let us begin again,” he continued. “Beginning with the Principle of Infinite Division, which is the concept that there are a limitless number of divergences from any given point in time, and thus the isolation of a single timeline thread in continuity carries with it the complications of having to specify infinite selections within an infinite number possibilities.”
He paused, letting the words sink in.
The potted plant on his desk listened serenely, the green faces of each leaf gleaming handsomely. This was a being of the sunlit hours, displaced in the eternal darkness of Rosohna, requiring specialized care and constant light. A mark of status. But for Essek, it was someone to talk to.
Well — something. Of course.
Merely something.
It didn’t feel that way, though; it was the strangest phenomenon. It felt as though his words were being heard, and understood.
He had dreams, sometimes, where it answered him.
Essek cleared his throat. “As you can surmise, this represents a challenge if you wish to locate a specific timeline in its entirety. Now, if I can craft a formulaic element to the incantation or inscription — a repeatable recipe, if you will — I could solve the selection process without having to account for each of these divisions individually. Namely, by identifying a unique signature that is ascribable to multiple points within it—” He trailed off, and sighed. “I’ve lost you again, haven’t I. Here, let me better illuminate you.”
He beckoned several magelights — amber-colored, as the last afternoon sun — to hover closer to it, lips quirking wryly at his own joke.
Was it his imagination, or did the leaves turn to seek the light?
“You are very patient with me,” Essek said. “I have been preaching to you all day, and still you endure it. I know what I mean, but when I say it aloud, I hear all the faults of each idea.”
The tree rustled, as if to reassure him.
It was probably just his sleeve brushing the branches — almost assuredly — almost — but he nodded in acknowledgement, feeling touched and a little chagrined. “I know, I know. It takes time. You are constantly teaching me this.”
Carefully he tested the top of the plant’s pebbled soil with his fingertips, and then lifted the container from its dish to see its base, and found no chill of moisture in the sturdy clay.
“Ah! I am neglecting you, as well. I am sorry.”
The remnant of his tea, made cold with the wave of a hand, went into the pot.
Essek leaned on his palm, maudlin. “My theorem is a bit like you. It started small and unrestrained, and over time has grown and been pruned and trained and refined until it is something worth looking at. An elegant echo in miniature of a larger concept. Or at least, that is what it is supposed to become. I wonder, is there a Dwendalian tree somewhere in the Empire that looks like you, but as tall as a tower?”
It truly was a beautiful thing, a tree tricked by skilled gardeners into staying absurdly small, and yet lasting centuries, turning colors or bearing fruit as a full-sized tree might. It was currently fashionable for Kryn nobility to own at least one. His mother had a garden full.
“Maybe I’m wasting my time,” Essek sighed, rotating the pot with restless fingers, a centimeter at a time. The tree was lovely from every angle. “Maybe I am all tangled up in my own ideas, roots snarled together, strangling my own progression. Maybe I’m not a prodigy after all, and my critics are right about me. Maybe— oh!”
A bright crimson-orange flower had interrupted his vision of greenery. Diminutive but striking, its petals were ruffled in an imitation of flame. Had it been there before?
Essek dared to touch the bloom and found it whisper-soft. “Is this for me?” He smiled and looked down at the desk. “Thank you.”
He didn’t let himself be vulnerable in public, especially not with his peers at the Marble Tomes. Encouragement was usually concealing condescension, and praise, envy, and Essek had no appetite for these poisoned gifts.
Here, though, speaking to his quiet listener, he could be imperfect. He could make mistakes, and be treated with grace. Free of judgment.
He traced the edge of the flower one more time, then took a breath, emboldened.
“Alright. Starting once again, from the beginning. Once we accept the Principle of Infinite Division, a challenge in identifying a single timeline occurs when—”
The rain pitter-patted on the windows, as though the night was curious too about how Essek’s research was progressing and wished to listen in. The low murmur of Essek’s voice mingled with the crackle of the hearth, the space warm, and though Essek was alone, he was not lonely.
Hours passed. The fire grew low, and the candles short.
Essek was slumped on the desk, head pillowed on one arm, and the other loosely circling the base of the potted tree, knuckles resting against cool ceramic. His magelights had gone out a while ago and he had not recast them. A few fresh pages of scribblings were scattered around him. A few had fallen to the floor among a modest graveyard of crumpled rejects.
His eyes were closed, neither fully trancing nor true-sleeping, but a hazy mixture of both in which reality felt surreal and soft-edged. A well-earned doze after his academic fugue: he had made progress.
He was not alarmed when there was the muted susurrus of a throw blanket unfolding, nor the weight of it coming to rest on his shoulders. He accepted these things each as they happened, feeling content.
“It’s me,” came a low voice, pitched soft as a midnight breeze through new leaves.
“I know,” Essek said sleepily, eyes still closed. “I always know when it’s you.”
Fingers carded through his hair. “Resting at your desk again? I hope it is because things are going well.”
“It is,” Essek answered. “I have been using the method you suggested.”
“Oh?”
With a yawn, he straightened up and opened his eyes.
Caleb was there, leaned against the desk, looking down at Essek with fondness crimping his expression, his red hair turned bronze by the glowing embers in the hearth. He looked travel-weary and wonderful.
Essek took up Caleb’s hand and held it to his cheek, just because he could. “Yes, I have been explaining the concepts aloud, as if to an ignorant audience.” He indicated the potted miniature tree next to Caleb’s hip.
Caleb nodded sagely, eyes twinkling. “Ah, and is our green friend here now fully educated in the Principle of Infinite Division?”
“He’s getting there,” Essek replied. Then he tugged gently on the hand he held captive, turning his face up to Caleb as a morning flower does the sun. “Now, come here.”
Caleb smiled, and went.
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(Happy April Fools! 😁💜🌳)
(also the bonsai is a dwarf pomegranate and would not be "as tall as a tower" in the Empire. Essek knows nothing about botany except where it crosses into alchemy.)
#i probably shouldn't take on such an ambitious project so soon#but i have no self control#etc etc#it's so fun to use AU lenses to examine the blorbos#and of course be very self-indulgent in the imagery etc#....and now that this is below the cut for tags#Happy April Fools' Day!#I do love me an Other!Caleb#but this is essentially the Rubber Duck Coding Method for Wizards#I hope you got a chuckle#april fools day#shadowgast#critical role#ariadne writes CR#tumblr snippets#essek thelyss#op
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Eagle Flies Music HC
Hi guys I always think about what my favorite characters would listen to in a more modern setting and I was inspired by @mayweneverdie (gonna link their post plz go read it its so fun) who also did Eagle Flies music HC I hope I'm not stepping out my lane I just thought this was a super fun idea and wanted to share my own thoughts !
I mentioned this briefly in one of my posts before but I feel like he'd be a metal head
Maybe I'm projecting but I see it so well
He'd also like punk music
Reason being is I think he'd be really into music with commentary on social and political issues that also hold a lot of radical beliefs
So I think he'd listen to System Of A Down, Dystopia, Sepultura, Windchimes etc
Specifically Windchimes because they're a native american fronted band and they sing about political issues!
I think the song War? by System Of A Down describes him best, like everytime I listen to it I think of him. ALSO BYOB IS ANOTHER PERFECT FIT LIKE TOO PERFECT JUST LOOK AT THE LYRICS
ALSO ALICE IN CHAINS RAHHH
Rain When I Die by Alice In Chains is another song I associate so heavily with him
That being said he'd dabble in grunge music here and there
Has an extensive CD collection that he prides himself heavily in but it's just laid around on his bedroom
Takes you on dates to vinyl shops
Takes hours picking out the perfect 15 second section of a song to post on his instagram story
If you post a song to your story he's analyzing the lyrics and listens to the song over and over to figure out what you're feeling
He definitely stole System Of A Down's "Steal This Album!" CD from the store
When his dad found out he said they were literally asking for it
Definitely blew the speakers in his car from blasting music
Still can't stress enough how fitting War? is
Gets super enthusiastic when you ask about his music tastes
Makes you entire playlists of his favorite songs and bands to share his music with you
I am him and he is me
I'm gonna make an Eagle Flies playlist like I did for John
#red dead redemption 2#red dead fandom#red dead redemption 2 x reader#red dead redemption community#writing#red dead fanfiction#eagle flies#eagle flies x reader#eagle flies rdr2#eagle flies hc#eagle flies headcannons
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Hello hello if you're doing cherik drabbles would you be interested in writing something about Charles having a chronic pain flare-up please? Thanks ever so i love your creative genius 👍
I KNOW I SAID DRABBLES BUT I SAW THE WORD COUNT FOR THIS REACHING 1.1K AND I WAS LIKE OOPS MY BAD. thank you for your lovely compliment i am really flattered you'd think im a creative genius :')
“I think Charles and I will be calling it a night,” Erik says, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“We are?” Charles asks, blinking through the fog. How long has it been since he stopped listening to the conversation? He can’t seem to recall. The window had just felt so comfortable to stare at.
“We’re tired,” Erik stands up, dusts off his pants, and smiles apologetically at the rest. “It’s our bed time.”
“You know how it is,” Charles says, as if he’s been aware of this conversation the entire time. He makes to move his hands to the wheels, trying to push through the pins and needles that seem to be stabbing at him, and grins. “We simply aren’t as youthful as we used to be.”
“Oh, Professor, we know you’re as youthful as ever,” Jean says back, grinning, but the meaning of the words are a little lost. Maybe she said that. He can hear her, but the words are… hard to grasp. Perhaps Erik did the right thing when he called it a night.
Erik’s mental, soft laughter cuts through the fog of his thoughts easily. Of course I did.
They say their goodbyes to Jean and Scott and make their way through the mansion, suspiciously quiet. There’s a chance Erik’s aware of the tension building on his shoulders, the tugging on his shoulder blades, the ever-tired forearms, and—
“Of course I can,” Erik opens the door to their bedroom easily. “I have been feeling some, ah, phantom pains for the past thirty minutes.”
All right, so he had been zoning out for thirty minutes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to project.”
“I don’t mind,” he replies, undressing. Charles begins his own undressing, too, but getting the sleeves out of his arm is a little more painful than usual. He hisses when he does so until Erik comes around, helps a little. “I figured it out earlier than that, though. You looked uncomfortable.”
“Do you think the rest noticed?”
“No. I simply know you too well,” he smiles. “Do you mind transferring to the bed? I left my robe inside the bathroom. I’ll be back soon.”
Charles nods. It’s a little hard to form thoughts, now that he’s aware of how much his body is hurting. He’s sore. The continuous wave of pain settles in the pit of his stomach, bile threatening to rise up. Right. So it’s one of those days. He swallows, breathing in and out. Do you want me to wait for you in any position, or…?
On your stomach, if you can. Let me know if not.
No, no. I can do it.
It takes a bit of maneuvering—his arms are definitely not in condition to be pushed right now—but eventually, his cheek meets his mattress, and the momentary relief of not being sitting down crashes down upon him. As he basks in it, though, the tugging at his shoulder blades grows stronger. There are no right positions for these arms, are there? Putting them on his side worsens the strain, and straightening it triggers pain on the lower half and it extends to his hand, and—
“I am here,” Erik says, calmly sitting down next to him. Charles turns his head slightly, just to see him. He has a little box with him, no doubt carried out of the bathroom. “Now, I don’t promise to be as good as your physical therapist…”
“Don’t worry,” Charles’ lips tilt up again. “I’m sure you’re better.”
He tries to not hiss when the cool of the lotion is poured on his back, but before he can complain about it, Erik’s warm hands follow it up. The sigh he exhales—oh, it’s heavenly. The way his thumbs dig into it, the pressure against the muscle, it makes the pain recede ever so slightly. His fingertips travel up until they meet his shoulders and there we go.
“Good?” Erik asks, sounding pleased. “I can hear your thoughts again.”
“Better than good,” Charles breathes out as he continues. His thumbs slide down with some pressure from the base of his neck to the end of his column, and it’s so, so good, he could fall asleep again. “Are you a physiotherapist in your free time?”
“I’m many things,” Erik replies. His hands go up again, and then his thumbs start digging at the base of his skull—Charles lets out a yelp. “Oh, I’m sorry. But you are so tense.”
His thumbs move in a circular motion, trying to release the stress, and Charles grips his sheets so hard he’s scared of rupturing them.
“Have you been stressed?” Erik asks.
“Not particularly,” Charles answers between hisses. “I think—ah—I think it’s one of those days.”
“I figured,” he mumbles, finally letting go of the torture, and to his own surprise he does feel a little lighter. Sore, yes, but lighter. Erik’s hands do their magnificent work on his left arm, too. “Are all your meds in order?”
“Yes. I think nothing a muscle relaxer can’t fix,” he says. “Thank you, Erik. I’m sorry our evening got cut short.”
“There will be other evenings,” Erik assures him. Lie on your back. I want to do the other side. “Besides, we are still together, so our evening is still going.”
“Yes, but you know,” slowly, he does as he was told—mobility is a little less painful now. Erik was a miracle worker. “We still had plans.”
“I’m sure your students can handle just fine if you go to sleep at ten today,” Erik teases, grabbing the arm once Charles gets himself in position. “We have been through this.”
“Right. No apologizing over this.”
“See? You do know better,” he finishes at last, moving his hands to his bare chest. His hands slide up, gently pressing against the chest muscles. Charles exhales once more. “Tell me more. Do you think this will last until tomorrow?”
“I hope not, but I will only know when I wake up. So unpredictable, these things.”
Erik hums. He leans back, putting away the box with the lotions, and standing up. He’s finally feeling good enough to wheel himself back to the bathroom and do his own routine.
“Thank you so much,” he says as he sits up, while Erik starts lying down. He does give in to the urge to lean down and kiss him, even if his back briefly protests over it. “Where would I be without you?”
Erik watches him as he leans back, going to his chair, thankful that his arms no longer protest and fall asleep on him.
“I ask myself that about you, every day,” Erik says back.
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hii as someone w selective mutism, and after seeing your post regarding yuki being mute, i’ve had this question that wouldn’t leave my head: were kisa and yuki actually selectively mute or was it due to traumatic mutism or something else? maybe i’m just self-projecting, but despite us being mute for different reasons (it is possible to have SM from trauma, though it is rare), i always saw myself in both of them when it came to their muteness (i’m really sad yuki being mute was only touched on in kisa’s ep and then never brought up again) so their characters mean a lot to me. just thought I’d bring this up and ask since there isn’t any discussion surrounding this and from the posts that i’ve seen on here, people just seem to go w kisa having SM (and by extension yuki) and just say that it’s canon. being the projector that i am, i also assumed it was but still never thought it was “accurate” rep but then again, does it have to be? regardless of how it’s shown in the anime/manga, i think we’re all entitled to our own opinions on this, and that no matter what we think caused their mutism, all opinions r valid! i’m just so curious on what your take on this is since no one mentions anything like this in specific.
hello! funny you send me this ask today because i just rewatched the first ep of the reboot last night for the first time in a looooong time and have been thinking about fb all morning! as far as i understand it, selective mutism is an anxiety disorder that can definitely be triggered by trauma, and that is how i read yuki and kisa. i'm sure you have a deeper understanding of it than me as someone with that experience, but in my research on this (which admittedly was a few years ago) it seems there is a variety of reasons why children are selectively mute, one of them being abusive environments and a predisposition to anxiety disorders. i would absolutely argue that both yuki and kisa have intense social anxiety, even outside of their mutism; and that yuki, aside from diagnosing him with something, is a perfectionist, and perfectionism often stops people from doing things.
i was also really sad yuki's mutism was only touched upon, so i actually wrote a whole fic about it! i think this is an incredibly interesting aspect of yuki's character. yuki in childhood has no autonomy at all: his life is controlled by his mother, then akito, and akito does not listen to him (or anyone). the other zodiacs ignore him, and he becomes tokenized as the rat instead of viewed as an individual. very often, yuki shrinks into himself as a reaction to this. he already has to keep physical and emotional distance from his peers due to the curse, and his oppressive home environment pushes him to even more extremes. i think so much of yuki's mutism is a maladaptive acceptance that he will never be listened to and that what he feels or thinks does not matter, and so he sinks into a depression where one of his copes is silence. even after this episode, he continues to be softspoken and keeps his cards close to his chest—which is why i love his relationship with kakeru so much, because kakeru coaxes him out of his shell. after meeting kakeru, he begins expressing his opinion more candidly and becomes openly emotional in ways that are supported by kakeru's view of him as a human being. yuki spends so much of his life being objectified as either the rat or the prince (both similar roles where he is being held to an extremely high standard that is only an archetype and robs him of individuality and humanity) and he plays the roles that are assigned to him. it is only when he is shown true love and acceptance through tohru that he can begin to learn who he is outside of those perceived roles, and allows him to express himself as yuki in front of kakeru, who never bought into the prince thing to begin with.
i think the other thing about fruits basket is that it is very tropey, and selective mutism in the way it is portrayed in fb is very much a shojo trope moreso than it is a real portrayal of a disorder. i don't think natsuki takaya is "trauma informed" as we would call it now, as it was written 20 years ago inside of a culture that notoriously does not take mental health seriously. i think yuki and kisa's mutism is very much a narrative choice, so i definitely agree with you re: what you're saying about "accurate" rep. anyway thanks for the ask and your serendipitous timing! thinking about that rat boy <3
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advice column: my roommate is boy obsessed and it's kind of driving me up the wall. she calls it "husband fever" (like baby fever) and this fine, whatever, to each their own, i support women's rights and wrongs, etc. but she won't stop trying to do the same for me. my guy friend ordered me sushi as a thank you for carrying him through a coding project and she basically kept doing a conversation equivalent of "ooooooooooo do you like him", like the shit they do in middle school. she kept asking me multiple questions like if i wanted to date him or if i thought he was cute (one no should suffice. like stop asking) and it's irritating. i (mostly) like my roommate and i tolerate it, but i can't stand when she doesn't listen to me.
i think the overarching issue is that i hate having to explain myself to people who are so obsessed with romance it's almost inconceivable for men and women to be friends if one of them isn't gay. am i in the wrong here?? i'm so sick of having to be on edge every time i try to talk about a friend that happens to be a dude. not only is is really amatonormative, i just think it's tacky to think of men as some strange separate entity that can only ever be useful for dating/marriage/sex. they're just people. he's my friend. there is nothing else to it.
omg i get you SO BAD anon men and women can definitely be friends without there being an ounce of romance between them even if neither of them is gay! idk why but there are so many people i know that act like everytime i spend time with a guy it's romantic
i'm sure your friend means well (we all have that one matchmaker friend) but i can definitely understand her questions grating on you...i think honestly the best course of action is to be assertive and let her know very very clearly that you don't have interest in the sushi guy (and/or any of your other guy friends)—something along the lines of "hey, on a serious note i really don't like when you insinuate that there's something going on between me and xyz. i also dont feel this way about any of my guy friends, and it makes me uncomfortable when you water our relationship down to something that's leading to a romantic one" -> i get not wanting to be confrontational (i also am not a big fan of confrontation) but i sincerely believe your roommate doesn't hate you enough to continue something you explicitly say you dislike, my best guess is that rn she kind of sees it as teasing but if you make your boundaries clear she wont have issues with not crossing them :)
on the topic of every relationship you have with the opposite gender being like, perceived as romantic...i hate this!!! some of my most fulfilling and closest relationships are with women but equally so men—when i say that i dont have romantic feelings for my female best friend ppl will be way more inclined into believing it than if i said the same about my male best friend, yk? i think like you said it comes down to "having a man" kind of being seen as a status symbol rather than an actual person + the rise of "my boy best friend" content on tiktok and ig...all we can do is keep our intentions clean, my friend, and carry on!
#on a personal note i went to the gym with my male friend and two of my friends who saw us immediately cornered me later...rolled my eyes so#hard they went into the back of my head#like . they mean well and i love them however trust me when i say there is no romance there#anyways hope this works for u anon rooting for u and all ur platonic relationships!!! :DDD#advice column
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