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cometcon · 7 months

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I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest.

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory.

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway.

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine.

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent."

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?"

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep.

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest.

"Why are you in here? Get out."

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold."

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!"

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave.

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike.

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning.

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 3 months

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I love when writers add flavour to their x reader stories by giving the reader different dynamics so much because it not only allows for us readers to explore different types of stories and facets of our personalities but also opens up for all different types of pairings;

The kind and soft hearted reader who is always open minded to the one character that needs that balance and compassion

The gruff and emotionally closed off reader who deserves to be comforted and feel safe instead of feeling constantly (emotionally or physically) on the defense

The elegant and poised reader who gets a character that compliments their grace and allows them to slip from their persona when needed while still not mocking or admonishing their poise

The nerdy and knowledgeable reader with a dumb character that still loves hearing them rant about their interests despite not understanding a thing because they deserve to be listened to

I also love me some dumpster-fire-wet-cat-found-in-the-back-of-an-alleyway reader and I think it's hilarious every time

What reader dynamics do you enjoy and which types of stories/pairings do you like to see them with? (Basically ship dynamics but specifically what fanfic you'd read about them)

And what type of reader have you not yet written (or read if that fits) for (for a certain character or in general) that you'd like to try?

Me, personally, I would love to see Mihawk with an absolute we-found-it-eating-our-garbage-and-we-think-it-has-rabies-but-fuck-it-its-our-mascot-now reader

Mihawk: I have high standards

Reader, offhandedly as they walk by: This morning I fought a rat for half a bagel... I lost. That was a new low.

Mihawk, internally: fuck, they're meeting all my standards!

Or with a himbo, honestly. I love me some himbo reader (I love thembo&bimbo but my preference is specifically for himbo, which transcends gender btw, all heart and muscle and no brain)

There really aren't many that I don't enjoy writing/reading. But in particular I'm really big on oposites-atract situations.

Like:

Zoro with a silly bubbly reader that makes him lighten up a little

Sanji with a romantically oblivious reader that his flirting just doesn't work on

Shanks with serious reader that struggles to keep the dumb himbo in line but still thinks he's just adorable

Buggy's overdramatic ass with an aloof reader that knows how to calm him down

Crocodile is an exception here because I wanna pair him with character/reader that's just as cunning and manipulative as he is and watch the whole thing catch fire, I'm thinking about it way too much and I'm bound to start writing him and Wren before long

And definitely Mihawk, as composed and high-maintenance as he is, with the human equivalent of an opossum. Just an absolute dumpster-fire of a reader. Acting all annoyed about it but secretly finding it endearing and feeling compelled to take care of them. Honestly the exact dynamic I'm aiming for with him and Karimi in Hearing Problems, with her total disregard for self-preservation.

I've never written a himbo reader since I primarily write female readers, but they're among my favorite breed of character in general. Janx and Lyon provide my himbo fix. Just writing dumb little drabbles of their interactions for my own entertainment.

"Maaaan." Janx spun the globe sitting on top of the desk in the captain's cabin. "I hate it when ovens explode."

"Again?" Lyon's brow furrowed as he looked up at his first mate, turning his own attention from a map also sitting on the desk. "Is that why you look like you've been on fire recently?"

"More or less, yes," he said, shrugging slightly as he continued his examination of the globe.

"And you caused it, I'm assuming?" He shrugged slightly again. "Wren's going to murder you in your sleep one of these days." He was met with yet another noncomittal shrug. Lyon shook his head and looked back down at the map. He frowned at it for a few moments before picking it up, crumbling it into a ball, and tossing it over his shoulder in annoyance, grumbling under his breath about coordinates before turning his attention back to his first mate. "You're paying for the new one out of your cut this time."

"But I spent everything in Jaya. We were out of whiskey, we needed more, so I took the liberty of purchasing it myself."

"The fact that you're the reason we were out notwithstanding—"

"And what are we supposed to do until I get the money?" Janx went on lamenting, ignoring the accusation. "Not eat? I can't not eat. The oven is in flames right now because I was being forced to not eat."

"But I feel like I need to be thinking straight," said Lyon, still blinking in a confused manner.

Janx opened the door and looked over. "Then you're too sober for your own damned good."

The crew didn't return until later that evening, and when they did, they found Janx collapsed in the middle of the deck, covered in raw egg, pieces of eggshell, feathers, and ink. He smelled of something like dirty mop water and looked as though he had been utterly defeated. A few stopped to snigger at him, but most just walked past and ignored him. Lyon stopped by him upon finding him and looked down at him, giving a snort of laughter.

"Learned your lesson, I take it?"

Janx managed to sit up and nodded. "I had to chase her all over the ship for five hours straight," he said weakly. "I'm so tired I could sleep for weeks. I've learned that the next time you tell me I'm babysitting your hellspawn, I should probably just jump ship and let the ocean take me."

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aclosetfan · 8 months

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Heyyyyy, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well and life gets better and better with each day for you. just saw your post with your H/Cs about the girls. I was wondering if you have some of the boys too?? Maybe something you haven't mentioned before, and/or would be unexpected to some fans.

Btw, you are probably my favourite writer in the fandom. I usually don't re-read fics but Until Do Us Apart has my heart, ksjdhhdgghj. You can't imagine how much I cried when I first read it 😭 When I find it, I will definitely read it again (when I have free time).

Bro ngl, forgot i wrote that (AGAIN), re-read it, and after i got past all the typos i missed and fell into the story, i was like WHAT!? I couldn't have written that! Like who?? Me?? That was too sad. too heartbreaking. I hate it. I want five more stories just like it. thnxs!!

here's the link so everyone can be sad too :) just ignore all the fucking typos

lmao anywayyy! Three h/cs for our fave boys. I've forgotten what i have and have not mentioned, so if these are just repeats, sorry in advance. Like with the girls, my headcanons don't vary often! Once I've characterized them, they're pretty much characterized lolol

Brick:

On paper, he's not a good leader. He's condescending, bossy, lazy, and the biggest asshole, but where Blossom needs a plan for everything, Brick is quick on his feet and doesn't mind Boomer and Butch straying from the plan. He doesn't direct every action, and because he's better at taking shit in stride, his brothers are also better at acting independently. By contrast, Bubbles and Buttercup are well-trained and don't act until directed, which drives Brick up a wall. He's definitely an "I told you what needs to be done, so figure it out already" macro-manager.

Boy band/girly pop junkie, but he'll go to the grave before anyone finds out, except everyone knows. He's bad at hiding it. He claims all the k-pop shirts he owns were bought as a joke, but his spotify is linked to Butch and Boomer's, and they know how big of a swiftie he is. (or like in-universe equivalent lol)

He's depression barbie all the way, which isn't a new h/c I just want to reiterate that mentally he's not doing well and is a gremlin about it. His brothers routinely remind him that he does, in fact, have to drink water.

Butch:

If not for him, his brothers would have killed each other by now. He's not any more responsible than the other two, but he is a grounding figure. He has, overall, earth-sign-middle-sibling energy. He's the one who remembers to take out the trash, not because he wants to take out the trash, but because the trash just needs to be taken out, and he's standing there anyway. This headcanon is actually hard for me to convey with words. Basically, he's the one keeping the trio together. Good second-in-command guy.

Sure, Brick broods and Boomer whines, but Butch is the brother staying up at night yearning for something a little bit more than the life they've got. I think he'd be the brother most easily persuaded to "go good," not Boomer like I've seen. He likes his reputation as the big tough monster of the trio, but a small part of him knows it's all just a front and that he'd like to be respected as a person. With that in mind, it's easy to see how he could be angry angry angry. He's stuck, he wants more, he's doing what he's made to do, he loves his brothers, he wants to leave them, he feels directionless, lost - - - might as well workout to distract himself, maybe start a fight.

planes, trains, and automobiles bbbyyyyyyyyy. Autism be damned, my boy can work an engine (both real and of the model variety)

Boomer:

i feel like i've already said everything I've got on this kid haha, but I don't think I've mentioned that, like Bubbles, he's good with small creatures, but where she focuses on the cute ones, he's obsessed with rabid raccoons and fucked up looking opossums. He has an opossum hidden in his bedroom named Trashcan. Also very interested in Bugs(tm).

Went through an "emo" phase, except he was a total poser about it, which caused considerable tension between him and Brick (goth boy extraordinaire), and wore bad eyeliner. Then, immediately after, went through a surfer boy phase, then a cowboy phase, and then a, well . . . basically, Boomer's always trying to find himself because he doesn't think Himself is good enough (he hasn't had his Kenough moment yet), and is desperately seeking other peoples approval.

Boomer may not know who he is quite yet, but to his brothers, he is crinkly-eyed smiles, breezy laughs, warm hugs, and cold hands with an innate ability to make them feel like they're people worth loving. He may not like it, but he's the baby brother through and through.

#anon asks #rrb #some of these are sappy and sad #but i've basically said all my fun ones already

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tinnitusdiaries · 6 months

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10/29/2023 Pt. 2

Today, I spent time looking through my Tumblr that I created back in 2013. Inevitably, I cringed. Then, I felt sad for her. After deleting a load of words that I didn't know the meaning of when I wrote them (luckily nothing worth losing my job or being canceled over), I deleted the account altogether.

I thought it would show progress and growth to continue using that account, and then I realized it shows progress and growth to start a new one.

I felt the same way looking back at my journal entries. Specifically, the ones from mid-September. I've been journaling for over a year now, though I started in a much more distressing way on September 19th, 2023. This was 40 days ago. Just two days after Riot Fest in Chicago, Illinois.

I feel sad for her, too.

After Riot Fest this year, nearly 24 hours later, I sat in "silence" in my bed. I heard a high pitched ringing in my left ear that sounded like a poorly tuned, soprano singing bowl. I sobbed. I was devastated. I was alone. I think I have always had very mild tinnitus. I would rest my head on my pillow, hear a ringing or dial tone of sorts, go, "Hmm, that's neat," then fall asleep. This ringing, though, she was relentless.

For the next two weeks, my OCD and tinnitus would join together to create an absolute hurricane of emotions. There is nothing a doctor could tell me because I already Googled it ten times. I did, though, still see a doctor. More than one doctor. I saw two Urgent Care doctors, an ENT, my PCP, an Audiologist, my ENT again, then my PCP again.

No one could tell me anything, and no one cared to. My audiologist had a casual conversation about hearing loss with me despite me not having any, then asked what my tinnitus sounded like. When I told her I hear three tones simultaneously, she started vigorously writing and said, "You should see your ENT again." I did just that. When he noticed I didn't have hearing loss and my inner ear function was well, he said, "I don't want to talk about the tinnitus anymore. But, your ALLERGIES." This was disappointing, for sure. My PCP was less cold about this all, but still couldn't do anything for me.

I wasn't kind to myself at all throughout this. The words I said to myself, I wrote in my journal, and thought were so, so unkind. I blamed myself. I still do, but the difference now is that I forgive myself and take responsibility for my emotions. No one gets to tell me how to react to this situation but me.

After placing a sticker in my journal every time I wanted to Google a symptom, "processing" when I was really digging myself a deeper hole, and indulging in tinnitus forums (I would not recommend doing this), I have decided to be soft. I've decided to be gentle and kind to myself.

This isn't to say I'm perfect. It's only been 40 days of ear ringing and my OCD has latched onto it like an opossum to its mother. I still Google spiral, I check in with my tinnitus, I check in with environmental sounds, I flinch when someone laughs too hard, and a slew of other unhelpful activities.

I do, though, take care of myself. Since the tinnitus has become chronic and noticeable, I have loved myself like I never had before. I don't drink alcohol anymore, I haven't had any caffeine, I'm taking care of my allergies (though I did consider doing the opposite to spite my shitty ENT), I drink more water, I sleep for 8 hours a night, I walk, I meditate, I do yoga, I don't skip therapy, etc.

I hate silver linings, but there it is. It's the glare of the passenger's phone blinding you for a second while you're driving. It's there even if I want to act like it's not.

#tinnitus #ear ringing #self love #mental health #ocd #hearing loss #riot fest

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creek-cryptid-deluxe · 6 months

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Disclaimer: this got SO much longer than intended. My bad. Anyway....

My Partner said the most honest thing I think I've heard someone (who isn't a medical professional) say about my health jazz the other day.

He told me that during the 8 or so years that we knew each other, he listened/watched as stuff developed with my health (we met JUST before the great rug pull) and based on what he saw, he was skeptical & thought I was being a bit dramatic but gave me the benefit of the doubt because I'm so forthright & frank otherwise. He felt this way even after I moved in & started warning him that the bad season was approaching but kept it to himself.

He said, "Then that first cold front hit. As soon as it took you out that first day & I walked in to see you sobbing, just trying to walk to the bathroom, I knew it was all very real and not dramatic. If anything, you downplay it. You are far too casual & far too good at masking. Then you got hives for 3 days from hypoallergenic detergent that was a different brand than we usually use. At that point, I decided to just trust whatever you say about your health and your body's nonsense."

He apologized, but it's entirely understandable that he felt that way. (Especially given that his ex-wives are both hypochondriacs.) It's not a terribly well-known condition & unlike a lot of common conditions it impacts EVERYTHING. When I try to describe just a general overview or one aspect of it, people look confused & absolutely horrified. It sounds absurd that one day I will have a reaction to something, but 2 weeks later, I won't. It all sounds made up.

Apparently, he also felt that way about what I call my "detailed recall," but most would call a photographic memory. If asked where something is, I can see it in my head then see the surroundings in which I last saw it with a high level of detail & accuracy... assuming nobody has touched the item since I saw it. It works even if I just saw it in passing. And it very much sounds like one of those b.s. things people brag about because it sounds cool but can't actually do. But then I moved in & he saw it in action at least 3 times a day (because everyone else has 'disappearing item syndrome' aka ADHD) and I became [Trenchcoat-full-of-opossum] Keeper of the Stuff & Musical Knowledge Vat.

In other news, he really loves his new job and is perfect for it. It's a behavioral health alternative school so it's challenging but his first aide position was in sped and he loved it. He came home the other day & said a student was telling him that the student's twin sister has some pretty rare condition called Ehlers-Danlos. He told the student that "The Lady [His Last Name]" (which is what the kids call me when asking if I can make sketch books, lyric journals, or teach the art of making punk patches) also has it.

But at home, he was chatting with me about it, trying to figure out how to approach the situation. See, this student is FTM, and after some casual questions and such, My Partner (I'm just gonna start calling him Mr. Trenchcoat) has concerns. The other twin is the golden child, while this young gent is the scapegoat who is never good enough. Additionally, this young man gets a lot of weird sprains/strains & has an issue with sudden loud noises (even expected ones) cause his heart rate to skyrocket. Mr. Trenchcoat double-checked with me because he was pretty sure that if his sister had it, they were identical twins, and he is getting loads of absurd injuries, chances are he has EDS. This man looked at me & said, "After spending a year hearing you be more candid about your Horrifying & Tragic Backstory, especially regarding how your health was handled, I'm afraid that this boy is living a version of your early life & I don't want that for him but idk what to do to help."

I suggested maybe bringing up his concerns and reasoning to the administration. I also told him that if they want someone who can drop info in a factual but kind and understanding way about EDS in particular... or even just someone this boy can openly talk to & relate to about it, holla at ya gurl. But also reminded him that all he can do is his best to give these kids the tools & knowledge needed to survive in the world; that he can't save all of them but he can make an impact. As a kid, I was actively abused & I still remember the few really good teachers I had who cared and encouraged me. That man's heart is just too big.

The kids have all officially warmed to me. Vin (14) is making a conscious effort to 'be good' & did a full 180 (having his medication helps). Ari (10) apparently speaks extremely highly of me to their mother (ex1) about how she & I hang out and talk after school for about half an hour, I am teaching her cleaning/cooking, and since I used to tailor clothes I measured her & got her bras in the right size. Her mother text me 3 paragraphs thanking me for the way I treat them (same way i treated The Spawn & her homies). Zel (5) is having a tough go, as I predicted, but has been glued to my side either helping or saying "hey [Trenchcoat]!" followed by brief chatter every 10 seconds.

They have all separately asked me for hugs at random & said they love me. I've been accepted!!!! (And really, stepmom wise, I'm genuinely a best case scenario; i treat them like my own while deferring to bio parents in regard to handling certain stuff.) They all get jazzed about The Spawn coming by, too. Vin because he's had a crush since he was like 7. Ari because cool older girl. Zel because The Spawn plays dolls and always has a bunch of dog pics from work to show her. Also, there was one day when ex2 was refusing to bring Zel's tablet the 2 whole miles it takes to get to our house... so The Spawn volunteered to get it since ex2 still thinks they are cool. Even though The Spawn openly despised her from the jump, she was just raised properly in terms of polite civility. That act gained her mad points with the smollest of our group.

#the eternal slumber party #october2023

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