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poetrysmackdown · 9 months

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hi hiii i wanted to say that your account is so refreshing to see, esp with the passion you have for the arts. as someone who's been meaning to read (and write) more poetry, do you have any recommendations? some classics that everyone and their mothers know? perhaps some underrated pieces that changed you? or even just authors you like, I'm very open to suggestions :]]

Hi! Thank you so much for this kind ask :) So exciting that you’re looking to delve deeper into reading and writing! I had to take a little time to answer this because my thoughts were all over the place lol.

For a review of notable/classic poems/poets, I honestly just recommend looking at lists online or, hell, just binging Wikipedia pages for different countries’ poetry if that’s something you’re into, just to get a sense of the chronology. I read one of those little Oxford Very Short Introductions on American Poetry and thought it was pretty good, but online is quicker if you’re just searching for poets or movements to hone in on. Poetry Foundation also has lots of resources, in addition to all the poems in their database. I guess my one big classic recommendation would have to be Emily Dickinson (<3), but really the best move is just to find a poet you already enjoy and then look around to see who their peers were/are, who they were inspired by, who they’ve maybe translated here and there, etc. and follow it down the line as far as you can.

For some personal recs, here are some collections I’ve really enjoyed over the past two years or so. Bolded favorites, and linking where select poems from the book have been published online. But also, if you want a preview of a couple poems from another of the books to see if they interest you, DM me and I can send them over! You can also feel free to pilfer through my poetry tag for more stuff lol

Autobiography of Death by Kim Hyesoon trans. Don Mee Choi

Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo

DMZ Colony by Don Mee Choi

Hardly War by Don Mee Choi

Whereas by Layli Long Soldier

Geography III by Elizabeth Bishop

Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Mouth: Eats Color—Sagawa Chika Translations, Anti-Translations, & Originals by Sawako Nakayasu

The Selected Poems of Osip Mandelstam trans. W.S. Merwin and Clarence Brown

The Branch Will Not Break by James Wright

This Journey by James Wright

God’s Silence by Franz Wright

Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke (the translation I read was by Alfred Corn—I thought it was great, but idk if there are better ones out there!)

DMZ Colony, Hardly War, Dictee, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely, and partially Whereas are all book-length poems with some prose poetry and varying levels of weirdness/denseness/multilingualism—if you were to pick one to start with, I’d say do Don’t Let Me Be Lonely or Whereas. Mouth: Eats Color is some experimental translations of Japanese modernist poet Chika Sagawa, with other translations and some of Nakayasu’s original stuff mixed in—it's definitely a bit disorienting but ultimately I remember having such fun with it, as much fun as Nakayasu probably had making it. It’s a book that emphasizes co-creation and a spirit of play, and completely changed my attitude towards translation.

If you’re less interested in that kind of formal fuckery stuff though (I get it), can’t go wrong with the other books! Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings is the one I read most recently, and it’s great—Harjo also featured in Round 1! Franz Wright also featured, and God's Silence is the collection which "Night Walk" comes from. James Wright (father of Franz) is one of my favorite poets of all time, though his poetry isn’t perfect. Even so, I’m honestly surprised he’s not doing numbers on Tumblr—Mary Oliver was a big fan of his, even wrote her "Three Poems for James Wright" after his death.

I mentioned in another post that one of my favorite poets is Paul Celan, so I’ll also recommend him here. I read Memory Rose into Threshold Speech which is a translated collection of his earlier poems, but it’s quite long if you’re just getting to know him as a poet—fortunately, both Poetry Foundation and Poets.org have a ton of his poems in their collections. There’s also an article by Ilya Kaminsky about him titled “Of Strangeness That Wakes Us” (!!!!!) that’s a great place to start, and is honestly kind of my whole mission statement when I’m reading and writing poetry. Looking at the books I’ve recommended above, a lot of them share feelings of separateness or alienation—from others, from oneself, from one’s country, from language—that breed strange, private modes of expression. That tends to be what I’m drawn to personally, and that’s some of what Kaminsky talks about.

Sorry of the length of this—I hope it's useful as a jumping-off point! And if you or anyone ends up exploring any of these poets, let me know what you think! If folks wanna reply with recommendations themselves too that'd be great :)

#ask #not a poll #i originally was going to link to previews of the books directly on this post but for some reason I suddenly feel very paranoid about #copyright LMAO. ik this blog is already like copyright infringement central but I feel like I can at least make an argument for the polls #being fair use lol. in the way that i could not for the pdf previews I made. (i also have a full pdf of hardly war if anyone wants lol)#and i know it's not entirely rational bc this is tumblr and nobody looks on tumblr. but i'm not used to having this many followers lol so i #admittedly just getting anxious about silly things #but please please feel free to DM me! or send an ask off anon #discussion

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yeleltaan · 2 years

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//Hello everyone! Alright, here’s an update on things:

I’ve got one more exam to do before I’m done. The good news is that I’ve got plenty time to prepare it, and I’ve decided I’m not going to wait until then to do the things I want to do. That being said, I know it’s going to take me a little while to truly pick up the pace here and I’d like to give a little priority to adopting some healthy habits and improving my lifestyle.

There’s one thing I wanted to address though. I realize that I haven’t really engaged much with the dash and most blogs, both the newcomers and the returning faces (which, by the way, I’m very glad to see back- seriously, it’s lovely to see characters embark on new stories when they seemed to have reached a conclusion, and watching writers come back to the fandom after some time away).

Truth is, I’ve found the dash overwhelming lately. This comes partially from me being too busy to engage, and therefore experiencing something like FOMO because I can’t quite keep up with stuff and be a part of it. The Soulsborne RP community is either getting bigger or becoming more visible to me, and that’s great, but it does also present a challenge to me because if I’m engaged in your character and/or blog, I want to see what you do! I want to see all these things you’ve put effort into, I want to give you feedback, send an ask here and there, have my muse interact with yours!

If I give your post a like, I haven’t just looked at it. If it’s a drabble/headcanon/thread, I’ve read it and re-read it to get a good understanding of it and try to find whatever clues or references you’ve put in there. Perhaps it’d be better for me and the other mun if I gave likes more liberally, but I don’t know, it’s important to me that if I give your post a like, I’ve genuinely had a moment where I’ve stopped and paid attention to nothing but that exact post.

Anyways, where I’m getting with this is that I do feel rather bad that I haven’t quite been able to... welcome? you with the attention and energy I would have liked to have given you. I hope that despite the delay with which I approach you or continue our interactions, we can make up for lost time later.

I’m unsure how I’m going to handle this. I don’t intend to unfollow anyone because of this, as my issue isn’t a lack of interest but my difficulty displaying it and putting it into practice. I do think I’m going to keep a fairly passive attitude (for now) when it comes to seeking new RP partners though, because I cannot comfortably seek and approach some of the blogs I’ve seen mutuals interact with when I’m already struggling to give my time to said mutuals. I’ll still be happy to plot and write interactions with blogs that approach me though.

Anyways, thank you for your patience once more and hopefully it won’t take long for you to see me more here. May things go well for you!

#posting this at late hours (for me!) because I am driven by impulse #ooc #I'm also admittedly hesitant to start liking posts sometimes... it's silly but when I haven't really engaged with someone for a long time #it feels odd to break the ice with certain things. It's probably not worth it to think that way and I am working towards fixing that #working towards feeling less anxious about the simple stuff. Because we all need some feedback and interest from people to keep going #and feel appreciated #and I don't like that this flaw of mine gets in the way of me showing my appreciation to the things you put hard work into #nothing prompted this btw- it's just that I've been thinking about this a lot last year #and with the resurgence that came with Elden Ring. I hope people don't interpret my quietness like there's some 'bad blood' going on #I don't want to like... limit myself to one spot in the fandom either #I think that's one of the biggest factors to how I initially lost my drive to write Ornstein: got too comfortable in one spot of the fandom #so when most of those people started to leave or become inactive I had a really rough time approaching the others #even though I genuinely had nothing against any of them. I don't want that to happen here and I want to be engaged in the community #'Croc don't use the tags of your ooc post to add 50% of the information' challenge when #jokes aside. I hope you're all doing alright. Looking forward to making these posts less necessary! ^^#also I hope the 'this is how I treat likes' part doesn't come off as pretentious. I only want to give a little perspective and clarify that

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devilat-thedoor · 8 months

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Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?”

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot.

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release.

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka smut #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #gvf one shot #sinsofstardust #forbidden twins #forbidden twins x reader #forbidden twins smut

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charcadett · 1 year

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hi!! ok so i was the person who requested the larry x reader hcs where they were too anxious to confess n had a cofagrigus and aegislash. so basically.. i’m back to send in another request 🤭 i absolutely LOVE ur work and ngl i reread some of it often.. but anyways!!

i was thinking about doin another hcs request for larry, but i changed my mind. going with hassel!! anyways, reader has a cofagrigus (of course <3) and when hassel comes home (from teacher stuff n elite four things) the reader isn’t home, just their cofagrigus. mayhaps he gets worried for them n all that only to find out that they were taking a nap inside cofagrigus.. hehe idk where i got this idea i just thought it would be silly

and again, i love ur work!!! i always look forward to any new stuff you make ^_^

WAAAH WELCOME BACK IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!! This is such a funny scenario and I think Hassel is the perfect guy to do this for. And not because I’m totally rabid for him ahaha.. Honestly, I’ve never had really strong feelings for Cofagrigus but doing this request has made me a total fan.

Hassel Catching His SO Asleep Inside Their Cofagrigus

- Hassel returns home later than usual. He was at the academy late helping a few of his students with their art projects, then ended up having to drop by the league because he forgot his favorite coffee mug in the break room. By the time he steps through the door, the sun has set and he’s trying to scrub the sleep out of his eyes with his knuckle. Despite this, and as always, he is excited to see you. One of Hassel’s favorite parts of the day is once night has fallen, the two of you sharing a cup of tea, while you share stories of your day with each other.

- Except he can’t find you. He checks the kitchen, then your bedroom, and finally, with a cursory knock, he checks the bathroom. Before he allows himself to worry, Hassel looks through his phone to see if he’s missed a text from you, and when he doesn’t see it, his heart drops into his stomach. He knows he shouldn’t be so anxious. You’re an adult and you’re welcome to come and go as you please, but it’s late and you usually let him know if you’ll be gone before he’s home.

- Trying to calm his frantic heart, Hassel decides to call you. It takes two rings to realize he can hear your phone ringing in tandem somewhere in the house. At first, he feels a little nauseous. It doesn’t bode well if you’re out in the middle of the night, with no way for anyone to contact you. What if you get lost? Or hurt? Hassel takes a deep breath and follows the ringing to its source. Only two more calls, and he finds himself standing in front of your grinning Cofagrigus with his hands on his hips.

- “Would you happen to know where your trainer is?” He asks before your half-asleep form is sent tumbling out of Cofagrigus, accompanied by a loud belch from said Pokemon.

- It’s said that Cofagrigus turns unsuspecting grave robbers into mummies, trapping them within it forever. You, however, are not a grave robber. You came to find a few years after you began training your Cofagrigus that the inside of your beloved Pokemon is a great place for a nap. It’s warm, safe, dark, and silent. Admittedly, you can’t deny how funny it is to see people's reactions when they see you step out of your big bad Cofragrigus with a grin, somehow not mummified. Hassel is not an exception to this. His mouth is agape, eyes wide, as he takes a step to catch you. He can barely get a question out between baffled vocalizations and your laughter.

- You invite Hasel to join you next time. It’s comfortable in there. He politely rejects your offer when he sees your Cofagrigus' grin widen, almost daring him to. The man can’t catch a break. Both you and your Pokemon are messing with him at once. At least now he knows where you’ll be if he can’t find you again.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #elite four hassel x reader #hassel x reader #anon who single-handedly made me a cofagrigus stan #when i finally get around to playing bw and b2w2 ill have one on my team i think

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 20 - Counting

Fandom: The Hobbit

Characters: Bilbo/Thorin (Kíli, the dwarves)

A/N: Thorin’s Company my beloved.

Words: 1 464

[Tickletober prompts]

Bilbo’s mother used to count when she was stressed. Anything she could find. Pebbles and trees and family members running in and out of the kitchen. Because of her coping mechanism Bilbo found himself counting, too, when overwhelmed. Going on a quest with the dwarves resulted in many moments of counting, although he wasn’t as subtle about it as maybe he thought.

“Why are you doing that?” Kíli asked, intrigued in that way younglings usually were; only for a moment, but finding it important enough to need to know right there right now.

“It calms me.”

“To count?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Well,” Bilbo said, throwing a rock - his sixth - into the river. “I suppose it makes me feel as if I’m more in control.”

“I see.” Kíli sat down beside him, body turned slightly sideways so that he could look at him. “Are you stressed, master burglar?”

Bilbo shrugged. “A little. I’m sure we all are. Everyone’s coping differently.” Which was the truth; Bilbo had already analyzed the way the dwarves, and Gandalf, responded to various situations. That afternoon found them all scattered, restless and on edge, with Kíli wanting to help and please, Fíli watching them all in silence, Dwalin refusing to speak to anyone, Balin patiently trying to soothe, and Thorin-

Well, Thorin was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps that was adding to Bilbo’s stress.

“Uncle’s across the lake,” Kíli said, as if he could read his mind. “He’s watching us. He always likes to keep an eye on things from afar when he’s stressed. I suppose that’s his version of counting.”

“I see my coping mechanism is entirely useless compared to his,” Bilbo said with a laugh, trying to keep himself from turning his gaze to the shore, certain he wouldn’t catch sight of Thorin anyway.

“Well, you’re a hobbit,” Kíli said matter-of-factly. “It’s not in your nature to have the need to defend. That isn’t a bad thing,” he added. “It just means your kind has been lucky.”

Bilbo found him later, as darkness started falling and he felt too anxious not to look. He wasn’t far, just sitting by a shaded area close enough to hear most conversation. He’d most likely heard Bilbo talking with Kíli, had he been sitting there the entire time. Bilbo wasn’t sure why that made him nervous.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, knowing Thorin had probably seen him struggle to pass the admittedly shallow river and therefore wouldn’t get a fright. “Better hurry before all the good bits are gone.”

Thorin let out a sound, something between an affirmation and a laugh. “We’ve got time. Sit with me.”

Bilbo did, perching up on the log next to him, the two of them silent as they watched the party across the water.

“Kíli’s sweet,” Bilbo said as they watched him try to help prepare dinner as best he could.

“Perhaps a little too sweet,” Thorin said, although there was something fond to his voice. “I don’t believe softness is the worst thing in this world, but I hate to see him get hurt.”

“It’s part of life, though, isn’t it? We get hurt and we get back up, and we find people willing to lend a hand in the process.”

Thorin looked at him. “Is that a hobbit saying?”

“No.”

“Then you are wise on your own.”

Bilbo felt himself flush, partly from embarrassment and partly from pleasure. “I don’t know about that.”

Thorin’s smile was small, but Bilbo caught every single inch of it.

“I overheard you talking to Kíli,” Thorin then said, turning away from him. “Forgive my intruding, but could you tell me more about your… coping mechanism?”

“Oh, well, it’s silly, really. Just something I picked up from my mother. The idea is to feel in control of your environment, and for her that was making sure she knew the exact number of things. It’s a bit useless in nature, since there’s an endless supply of rocks and trees and acorns, but- well, it’s a difficult habit to get rid of.”

“What do you tend to count?”

“Well, anything that seems important in the moment.”

Thorin had smiled at him three times and looked at him five times since he joined him, for example. Bilbo’s heart had skipped a beat six times. They’d accidentally touched once.

But who was counting.

“Count something for me,” Thorin would say later, and he’d say it many times after that, sometimes with Bilbo beside him, other times with Bilbo in his arms. “Count the stars.”

“That would take forever.”

“I can’t sleep.”

And Bilbo understood.

“Count your giggles.”

“That really doesn’t make sense- stop it!”

“It might make this go by quicker.”

“You’re doing it on purpose- Thorin!” Bilbo heard others laughing and found himself blushing even more than he already was. “Hurry up, please.”

“Stop squirming then.”

“You’re making it tickle on purpose.”

“I’m afraid your sensitivity has nothing to do with me.” He was enjoying it so obviously that Bilbo would roll his eyes had he not been busy.

It was silly. Bilbo wasn’t even hurt and the fall had looked worse than it was, and yet Thorin insisted on checking his ribs. Truly, how long was this even supposed to take?

“You’re dragging this out,” Bilbo accused. “You enjoy making me suffer.”

“A bit of tickling never hurt anybody.”

“Aha! So you admit you’re doing it on purpose?”

Thorin dropped his hands and Bilbo pulled his shirt down quickly. “You caught me. You giggling was simply too-”

“Intoxicating?” one of the dwarves suggested and Thorin laughed when Bilbo huffed.

“Well, you all suck and I will take the little bit of dignity I have left and go.”

“Oh, come on, Bilbo, don’t be like that,” Kíli said with a laugh. “Your sensitivity simply caught us off guard.”

Bilbo shook his head. “Goodbye.”

Thorin grabbed his arm. “I’ll join you.”

The dwarves laughed again when Bilbo didn’t protest and he found his face was on fire. He had a hard time getting used to this. The gentle teasing and utter support. Thorin grinned at his expression, although his cheeks had pinkened a bit, too.

“They’re all fond of you, you know,” Thorin said when they were alone. “That is more than I could ask for.”

“They’re all lucky I like them too,” he said, feeling himself softening. “I do admit I was a bit nervous telling them about us.”

“That’s understandable.” Thorin slipped his hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “But I knew you had nothing to be afraid of.”

“Well, I guess they did like me before you did,” Bilbo said with a grin.

Thorin gave a laugh. “My gravest mistake. Let’s sit. I’m not feeling too well.”

“Oh?”

“I feel stressed.” He turned toward him. “I think I need to count your ticklish spots.”

“Now you’re making fun- wait!” Thorin had reached out for him, but Bilbo had jumped away. “Now wait a minute, Thorin-”

“Do you really believe I would discover such a glorious thing and not take advantage of it?” Thorin tilted his head. “I have nephews, Bilbo.”

“How am I supposed to know your customs- Thorin, please.”

Bilbo started running, dignity forgotten, although he was laughing already.

The chase was short. Thorin had him pinned against a tree within seconds, the fingers on his midriff much more gentle than he’d imagined as they danced over his belly and ribs and sides in a way that had Bilbo giggling like a fool. He’d not been tickled in years, many of them, and had quite forgotten just how sensitive he was until Thorin had touched his ribs to check for bruising. Had he remembered he might have declined the offer, but-

Well, it wasn’t that bad. Terribly ticklish, of course, but almost nice. Familiar. And Thorin was good at it. Gentle yet firm enough to keep Bilbo in place. Firm yet gentle enough to allow Bilbo room to squirm. It was overwhelming, but not enough to throw him into a proper panic.

Strange.

“Is that a bad spot?” Thorin asked with a laugh, his fingers curling over the curve of Bilbo’s side in a way that made him shriek.

“Yes!” Bilbo dug his elbow into the bark of the tree in an attempt to push Thorin off. His wrists were trapped in Thorin’s grip, but they weren’t raised and Bilbo was free to move around enough to nearly evade the ticklish attacks. That was almost worse.

“I’ve found at least three spots,” Thorin said, moving his hand upward to poke at his ribs, making him jump with each touch. “Perhaps four. Ah.”

“What?” Bilbo said, for he suddenly stopped and allowed him to breathe.

“I lost count,” Thorin said, pressing his lips to Bilbo’s temple. “Let me start over.”

#tickling #bagginshield #ticklish!bilbo #augtickletober2022 #the hobbit #tickletober day 20 #n writes #bagginshield fic

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color-cacophony · 10 months

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I get very sad every time I think about people infantilizing Fa/wf/ul and assuming he's a child because there's one thing I believe is very important about his motives:

He craves a sense of dignity and independence seemingly more than anything and it doesn't help when people characterize him as some sweet little beanie boy and turn him into what is essentially another Bowser Jr. He's not like Bowser Jr. He has bigger plans than impressing a higher-up. He wants to be the higher-up.

Sure he was eager to make Ca/ckl/etta proud in Superstar Saga (though we don't know for sure how much of that was sincere), but during his monologue before his final battle he realizes that Ca/ckl/etta sees him as entirely expendable and he becomes anxious thinking about what could happen to him after she conquers the kingdom.

This is what makes me upset when people portray Ca/ckl/etta as a mother figure to Fa/wf/ul. She praised him for his servitude, but she was never compassionate towards him. She was using him. I don't understand why so many fans insist that they have a loving relationship (unless it's just an excuse to draw wholesome stuff with them). Not to mention that line in Partners in Time where Fa/wf/ul literally calls her a hysteric.

As for Fa/wf/ul himself, why would someone think he's a child? Because he's small? Most Beanish are generally small. Is it because he's excitable, or because he has a high-pitched voice? Well, Invader Zim also has those traits, and that doesn't necessarily mean he's a child. There are four major points I'd like to make in favor of Fa/wf/ul not being ten years old:

He's certainly a very silly villain, but he can be cruel as well. In Minion Quest he said he was going to work Bowser to death.

Uncharacteristically brutal for a character whom everyone thinks is a sweet little kid.

His jumpsuits with the ridiculous plunging necklines are rather... inappropriate for a kid to wear.

The events of him becoming Dark Fa/wf/ul Bug, ranting about his remorse and frustration upon being defeated, and eventually exploding with the intent of taking the Mario Bros with him, seem way too intense and dark to happen to a kid (in a Mario game, at least).

He takes villainy too seriously to be considered "childish". He goes all in, whether it's redecorating a conquered location, or affirming his hatred towards the Marios. When I mentioned his desire for dignity, I was talking about the countless images of himself he puts everywhere. He frames himself to be admired, to be respected, to be worshipped, because he truly believes he deserves it after what he went through being Ca/ckl/etta's apprentice. He takes villainy seriously, and he takes himself seriously.

I don't have an idea of how old Fa/wf/ul would be, but I don't want to believe he's just an innocent kid. With everything I pointed out, it just wouldn't make sense.

Sorry if this was a bit melodramatic (it was certainly biased and admittedly a bit weak in spots, lol). I was just randomly thinking about it and I got so frustrated that I had to write this instead of going to sleep. Anyway, I should be getting to bed now that I've finished sharing my thoughts.

Edit: Please don't interact with this post. I don't want it to spread because I made my point too intense and imposing and I don't want invalidate other people's interpretations

#I Talk Sometimes

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uselessmicrowave · 10 months

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hihello could I possibly have a match up please? Continuity: MTMTE (Lost Light crew?) and/or TFP (Decepticons)

Appearance: very long curly hair! very soft, very bouncy, very thick, like a sheep!, skinny as a stick and physically weak, have a baby face and I hate it so much because I feel like no one takes me seriously-..don't know if any of this matters or helps-?

Personality: I’m generally a very quiet and reserved person, especially during first impressions! I’m kind of a shy and anxious lurking shadow who assumes the worst until I get a good enough feel of a person, you know? Then I'm comfortable popping in!

I tend to gravitate towards being "Designated Parent Friend" or "Big Sibling Friend?" I love being able to make others feel better about themselves or to help them out. Maybe it’s because of some rough stuff in my past, but I never want anyone to feel similar to the ways I have. If you hurt someone I care about, I am never going like you. I’m kind of..soft? I cry very easily, be it happy or sad, and it frustrates me! I’m not a soft and squishy person! ..okay yes I am but I’m also trying super hard to be the shoulder people can lean on if they need me! Growing a backbone is a work in progress, and sometimes I come off too harsh or mean when I actually use it.. A friend once described me like glass; it’s fragile, but a broken piece can still really mess you up, you know? Glass-ness aside, my sense of humor is honestly very dry and sarcastic and you probably wouldn’t expect it out of me! I can get kind of angry over petty things and sort of clingy, but I’ll be fine after some time to let it all pass.

I like playing videogames, drawing and writing, and reading tarot! I like doing things alone, really, but I love the company of others when they want me to join in. Because it does indeed get lonely being alone sometimes!

I have some really gross depression bouts and lots of anxiety disorders that I do my best to juggle, but, sometimes I just have to shut down for a bit and..sleep.

Values: Someone who can make me smile when I’m really having a hard time! I guess that sounds a little silly, but even something small to distract me from my thoughts is huge. Loyalty also? Admittedly I get kind of jealous and clingy when people I like hang around others too much..especially if I don’t like those others. I also really like um..acts of service I guess it is? Little things matter to me most!

NOPES: People who takes themselves too seriously. Disinterest/poking fun at in my hobbies..or insecurities. Being completely babied/not letting me try to grow. Making assumptions based on appearance or first impressions alone. Is this enough to work with? I just realized how much I wrote I'm so sorry- but um thanks again, you stay hydrated too! ♥

This is definitely enough to work with, thank you anon! I’ll be pairing you with MTMTE Swerve and TFP Breakdown!

Swerve

Your quietness in the very beginning of your relationship is probably a good thing because it gives him space to ramble.

He relates to you about the baby face appearance and your glass-ness, having some of the same experiences as you do seem to warm you up to him.

He loves your hair, he face-plants into love if you ask him to help you style or take care of it.

He thinks it’s so cool with the tarot card thing? He doesn’t know how it works but is totally supportive!

Swerve loves playing Earth video games with you, he prefers multiplayer games like animal crossing (new horizons) or even smash bros, but nothing too competitive.

You two will, without a doubt, eventually go on a double date with Tailgate and Cyclonus.

Swerve has his fair share of anxiety and he’ll take naps with you when you shut down.

If you drink alcohol, he will find a way to get some liquors that are safe to consume for you.

He has a snack supply under the bar for you but he doesn’t want you to think he’s babying you. He only reveals this to you when you admit you’re hungry.

Breakdown

This hunk is also very quiet towards the beginning of your relationship, which makes for a couple awkward moments

He’s also the ‘parent friend,’ so he’ll make jokes about having vehicon kids.

Your dry sarcastic sense of humor reminds him of Knockout, so you and the lead medic will interact a lot.

He, much like you, doesn’t like it when someone makes fun of appearance, hobbies, ect.. Not afraid to yell at a random vehicon that poked at your insecurities.

He tries his best not to baby you, but you’re just so very cute. He tries not to mention it but the baby fat on your face practically makes him have heart optics.

You’ll sit on his shoulder while he’s restocking medical kits or shelfs, that way he won’t get lonely. Breakdown loves it if you ask questions about the medical tools.

Your drawing and writing fascinates him. What kind of things are important enough for you to make art or write about it?

He’s definitely all for a stress nap with you, especially if you want to lay on his chassis.

Breakdown also values loyalty, but he won’t be spark broken if you decide to spend your time with Knockout instead of him. As long as you’re having fun.

This ^ hc above? Total lie. He’ll just say that to you, the poor bot won’t really have anyone to spend time with if you and KO are busy.

#tfp #tfp x reader #micro matchups #transformers prime #breakdown #tfp breakdown #tfp breakdown x reader #breakdown x reader #mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte swerve #swerve #swerve x reader #mtmte swerve x reader

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shootingmorningstar · 1 month

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Hello! I was wondering if I could maybe perhaps have a match-up? 👉👈 Appearance: Female, (She/Her/They,) very long curly hair! very soft, very bouncy, very thick, like a sheep!, skinny as a stick and physically weak, have a baby face and I hate it so much..don't know if any of this matters or helps but!

Personality: (idk if you like zodiac or if it helps you at all either, but i’m a Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising!)

I’m generally a very quiet and reserved person, especially during first impressions! I’m kind of a shy and anxious lurking shadow who assumes the worst until I get a good enough feel of a person, you know? Then I'm comfortable popping in!

I tend to gravitate towards being "Designated Mom Friend" or "Big Sister Friend?" I love being able to make others feel better about themselves or to help them out. Maybe it’s because of some rough stuff in my past, but I never want anyone to feel similar to the ways I have. If you hurt someone I care about, I am never going like you. But if you hurt me? Eh..it’s not really new? I’m kind of..soft? I cry very easily, be it happy or sad, and it frustrates me! I’m not a soft and squishy person !..okay yes I am but I’m also trying super hard to be the shoulder people can lean on if they need me! Growing a backbone is a work in progress, and sometimes I worry I come off too harsh or mean when I actually use it. A friend once described me like glass; it’s fragile, but a broken piece can still really mess you up, you know? Glass-ness aside, my sense of humor is honestly very dry and sarcastic and you probably wouldn’t expect it out of me! I can get kind of angry over petty things and sort of clingy, but I’ll be fine after some time to let it all pass.

I like playing crocheting and sewing, drawing and writing, and reading tarot cards! I like doing things alone, really, but I love the company of others when they want me to join in. Because it does indeed get lonely being alone sometimes!

I have some really gross depression bouts and lots of anxiety disorders that I do my best to juggle, but, sometimes I just have to shut down for a bit and sleep.

NOPES: People who takes themselves too seriously. Disinterest/poking fun at in my hobbies or insecurities. Being completely babied/not letting me try to grow. Making assumptions based on appearance or first impressions alone.

OH- I'm Demi with a male preference? Is this enough to work with? Hopefully so, thanks again!

-🐑

Of course you can, anon .ᐟ Don't worry, this is more than enough. I love the details, it really helps me be able to envision a matchup .ᐟ

Anon, I'm matching you with . . .

Sir Pentious .ᐟ

From what I understand about you, it seems like you really need somebody loyal and willing to make you happy, to cheer you up through the times where you're not feeling your greatest, and who's more loyal than Sir Pentious .ᐣ He's the first sinner soul to ever make it to Heaven, and for good reason .ᐟ He is devoted to his cause and the people around him, and your mom friend like behavior would endear you to him.

Not to mention he already seems to be fond of the sarcastic type .ᐟ I think he would absolutely adore your sense of humor. Snakes are typically solitary creatures, so your more reserved nature would really strike a chord with him. You mentioned your long hair .ᐣ He would love to comb it out for you. He has to be really gentle with his scales so I think he could sort of relate in that scenario. Sew or crochet him his Egg Bois some sweaters and he will be absolutely over the moon. Maybe you could help him fix Alastor's coat to make amends .ᐣ Either way, I think he would be a great match for you .ᐟ

#matchups #hazbin hotel #admin kitty #sir pentious

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dangerous-advantage · 10 months

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(yagi-no-eda here~)

Totally would circle back /pos. I’m also pretty new to the fandom!

My wife has liked Usagi Yojimbo and associated stuff for years but it’s only this summer that my brain has allowed me to really get into it, and make it past the first 2-3 comics. Not for lack of trying - it was just never the right time in an ADHD way*. Something always would distract me. I’ve inhaled all the comics I can in just the last couple of months and yeah, Stan came at me with a steel chair too. I did not expect …this whole situation. I’ve been a fandom lurker since 1999 and yet suddenly I have blog I use near daily, a sketchbook, and bunch of fic WIPS...

Mainly because I am Unwell over UY.

I have accepted my fate. This is always going to be a Thing now.

Though I did admittedly also inhale TMNT 2003 and Rise.

Travels with Jotaro is one of my favourite volumes, but I’m also weirdly into Bridge of Death rn and just….in general having a moment over Usagi’s time with Mifune. To the point I’m doodling intros for a fake show called The Mifune Years. He had this whole expected future and friends - denied.

* to be fair this is also the summer I found out its def ADHD driving this media analysis machine I call a brain

Hope this was an okay way to get back to you! /lil anxious

Feel free to network (or share thoughts) in my tags anytime, I love hearing what other people think. Also happy to chat anytime. Or feel free to tell me to back off and that's chill too :)

(been waiting to answer this for when i had more time but gave in; should be working on my fic(s) but you know how it is lmao. stay tuned for a very long post, because i love talking about things with people, especially things i like haha

very cool to see another person very passionate about this series! i grew up on 2003 (and the 90's movies-- my parents had the third one on cassette and i remember i wore that fucker out lmao) but it was always more of a "scattered interest" rather than something i was fully pulled into

i started getting into rise (read: The Algorithm came for me) probably mid-July of last year, but didn't fully fall into it until after the movie came out. it renewed my interest in tmnt overall, and i've been here ever since!

i did attempt to watch the usagi chronicles a couple of times, and i remember thinking they were fun but not really my thing. (i definitely want to revisit it, even though i know it won't hold a candle to usagi yojimbo. it does look fun in a silly way, which i can get behind.)

i knew vaguely about how big usagi yojimbo was, and that it was a commitment, but i'm surprised how quickly it sucked me in. i've never been super interested in stuff within the genre, but damn if it doesn't satisfy the autism. entire chapters devoted to infodumping about the edo period of japan? sign me the fuck up!

i especially did not expect how much it would make me feel. like. wow. ouch. usagi is just Some Guy but he is also so well characterized and you really feel for his internal conflict, 10/10.

i've been looking for series with older protagonists, especially those more focused on the familial/platonic aspect rather than romantic (i am just an nd queer on the interweb, can you blame me for yearning for found family?), but hadn't found any i really liked other than the tarot sequence by kd edwards (very good read, would highly recommend.)

also not to be a nerd but ohhhh my god i am so obsessed with the plot with mifune.

like i know the series takes place after that, and after the fallout of that, but just. wow. imagine devoting your entire being to another, to the point where you would readily die for them and their word, and then they die. they die, and you did everything you could to honor them in that death, but they're still gone.

like... that emptiness stays with you. you don't just get over that. maybe it's the "being raised in a cult" but wow, do i empathize with that.

idk if we explore more about the fallout/exact history with mifune/immediately following mifune's death but there is so much writing potential there. if i was not embroiled within turtle hell and 50,000 words deep in a multi-chapter fic already, i would absolutely write something for it.

like. this is adjacent to your interest in the topic, but can you just imagine (/rhetorical /general you.) as far as we know, he spent five days on the battlefield before he made it out to the tangled skein.

(which is one of my favorite additions like good god holy shit. that is so cool and angsty. your lord, days after dying, appears as a fucking ghost and saves you. like, if i were to be silly and funky, i would absolutely headcanon that as the reason that he was able to stand up and continue on. because i mean... what else? what else could motivate you to stand up once more after something like that?)

(well. honor. but mifune is the physical manifestation of honor in the narrative, so same difference? it's like both thematically significant and emotionally significant and-- ok im shutting up now. but i could talk for days, istg.)

but like. how do you reconstruct yourself from that? we see him holding tight to this sense of honor, even after his lord is gone, sent reeling (adrift in the waves) with only his soul and moral compass to hold to.

which makes it hurt so much more when we see these ideals of honor-- this ghost of a man, of a life, still haunting him years after the event-- still woven through the narrative, made to specifically conflict his deepest wants.

i joke about it a lot on my fic discord (i have a whole channel called 'father-material' devoted to just pictures of him hanging out with/taking care of kids), but something that seems very important to him is wanting to be a father figure, and wanting these connections to family and friends.

but that is contrasted against these ideas of honor, the very thing he built and rebuilt his foundation off of after it was torn away from him. and it's just so incredibly painful but also it makes sense, because he can't just give up the side of himself that is a samurai. too much of his person, his characterization, is built off of this.

to see it constantly clash with this want to settle down and finally rest, devote himself to his relationships/family rather than the code of bushido-- the very essence of honor itself-- ourgh ourgh ourgh its so good

(put aside the fact that he once said he could never serve another lord, and we know from the story that the idea of a "lord" can be more than just a person... he never stopped serving mifune, not truly. he still upholds the ideas of honor that mifune stood for/represented. as if his lord never truly left him.)

...i was going to say more, but then i realized this turned into a whole-ass mini-analysis, so i'm forcing myself to stfu. but basically: i have feelings about this series, man (/gender neutral).

anyway. if you ever do put something together, i would love to read/follow it! if i ever wrote something, it would probably be exploring the direct fallout of losing mifune, so hey, different niches but similar (:

also: never be anxious about talking to me ever in any way possible. i will probably be even more annoying than you in tags/asks/everything under the sun, and i do genuinely love talking to people who share my interests (typically about those interests.) i like to pretend i am an internet Cool Guy, however, it is a flimsy veneer to hide all the cringefail swaglessness and unending mental illness about my blorbos

(...i am so tempted to just invite you to my og turtle discord server so i can annoy you about usagi on the regular. also about what my reimagining of yuichi would be, because i have so, so many ideas.

i will refrain, but if you would be interested, it has been kinda dead as of late, so it would be nice to enrich the ecosystem a little by slowly collecting other usagi-interested individuals and slowly taking it over, one by one (/j /lh).)

anyway, same thing goes for me with my posts/asks/reblogs/messages/whatever. i am so very earnest, so if that puts you off, that's very chill and fine. however, as long as you're down to vibe, i am similarly down to vibe >:D

i once more apologize for this monstrosity of a reply. i would say it won't happen again, but my reading comprehension apparently does not extend to the "all things in moderation" maxim. instead i choose maximalism (to the max)

(sorry for that joke. yeah that will also happen again. sorry. /lh /pos)

#confessionals #i love my moots #many-wings #@many-wings #usagi yojimbo #uy #miyamoto usagi #long post #tw long post #thank you for the ask!!#i could talk about this stuff forever haha #also congrats on the realization/diagnosis!!#(:#i hope this was all coherent #(i am a bit mentally unwell about this series if you somehow couldn't tell /lh)#you do not know how much i have wanted to scream about this to someone. you *do not know.* /pos #i love all my moots but they are not aware of how much space uy takes up in my brain constantly all the time #usagi yojimbo analysis #miyamoto usagi analysis #(feel like i should tag it as that haha)#i know i know i know i should be working on 'it was futile' but this has inspired me to do that quick uy analysis post i was thinking about #so look out for that (usagi be upon ye)#oh hey that's a good uy tag. mine now #usagi be upon ye #also you reminded me i wanted to make an uy sideblog. i never make side blogs but very few of my moots are into uy as well #so i might as well contain it elsewhere /lh #the name i wanted is gone but it's fine i can work with it

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allykakamatsu · 4 months

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May I have this Dance?

Aka some very good fanart has made me want these two to interact a lot more

Written companion piece under cut:

"Okay, so far so good." I tell myself as I help myself to some juice. I was worried this party was going to end in disaster, especially because now Kagami knows about my scars so things will likely be awkward for a while, but thankfully the party itself is going pretty well, even if there's.... even more people than I expected.

I'm not particularly socially anxious, or at least that's my default setting so more people coming in doesn't make it worse, but everyone talking and being so packed together is starting to make me feel a tad dizzy.

"Howdy!" Xion shouts as she runs up to me, snapping me out of my thoughts for now.

"Hello Xion, are you having a good night?" I ask my technically sister and she grins in response.

"You know it!," she confirms before getting slightly more serious, "how about you, you and Kagami seemed pretty uncomfortable earlier."

"Oh, right," I reply awkwardly because I really had hoped no one noticed, "don't worry, it's fine, we were just talking about something that happened in Castle Oblivion that's a bit of a touchy subject for both of us. Things will admittedly be awkward between us for a few days but it's nothing to worry about-!!" Ah... my... my throat... why is it feeling tighter...?! Why can't I.... breathe...?!

"Huh?! Ienzo are you alright?! Do you need me to get a healer?!" Xion asks looking concerned.

"I'm... fine....," I struggle to get out as I think I know what to do but I don't want the others seeing it, "I just... need some fresh air.... I'll be right back...!"

With that I run as fast as I can out of the Opera House, and once I'm out I quickly rip off the choker necklace covering my bruises and do my best to take deep breaths instead of hyperventilating. Heh... I was already feeling pretty dizzy, so I suppose thinking about that while having something on my neck mixed into a cocktail of disaster. I suppose that's my life in a nutshell, a lot of bad things just colliding into a disaster.

"Ienzo?" !! Huh? Turning around to see who said that, and it's... Laurium? I'm not complaining, we got along decently back in the Organisation and his Somebody is very nice from the little I've interacted with him during these cases, but I'm a little surprised it's him.

"Hey, are you alright?," he asks snapping me out of my thoughts, "I saw you running out looking panicked, is something wrong?"

"O Oh, it's nothing, just something silly," I assure him as I do my best to cover my bruise with my arm because I'm not ready to put the choker back on yet, "the crowd was just a bit much for me and I needed some fresh air, that's all. Sorry if I was being a bit overdramatic about it."

Laurium doesn't reply, at least not verbally, instead he just looks even more concerned as he comes over to me and gently lowers my arm to reveal the bruise.

"When did you get this?" He asks not looking shocked, horrified or anything like that, just worried.

"Castle Oblivion," I admit with a sigh, "it's.... just a leftover from how I died."

"And combine that with what you were wearing," Laurium states while looking at the now discarded choker, "why are you trying to cover it up when it's clearly stressing you out?"

"U Um, this usually doesn't happen," I assure him while leaving out the 'anymore', "I think it's just because this thing is tighter than my shirt collar which I usually use to cover it."

"If you say so," he says in a tone that has me not convinced he believes me, "but, in that case, why were you trying to cover it with that thing in the first place? With how dark it is in the Opera House I doubt many people would've noticed."

"It... well....," I struggle to say before sighing and admitting to it, "it's less for the crowd and more for the others. They don't know, I've caused them all enough grief, especially recently, I'd rather not add another worry onto the pile by letting them know I still have this...."

"Well, I'm not the best expert, but I think if keeping something hidden is causing you pain you shouldn't have to deal with it, and if the others have a problem with it or start being weirdos because of it then they can shut up," he tells me aggressively passionate before sighing and calming down, "sorry, I'm probably sounding like an overly concerned parent right now but, I know that trying to hide an injury from the people who care about you is a bad idea."

"You do?" I ask surprised and Laurium nods to confirm as he sits down on the Opera House stairs and motions for me to do the same, and once I do he rolls up one of his trousers to reveal a leg that has definitely seen better days.

"Got it from a fight with Maleficent before I became a Nobody," he explains before I can ask, "I tried to hide it from my friends because we had bigger problems at the time, but by the time it had gotten so bad I could barely stand and they found out it had set wrong so they had to break it again to attempt to fix it. It's somewhat better now but it barely works and sometimes the pain still flares up. Not a one to one with your situation, yours is more psychological and mine is more physical, but the same principle applies, if you try to keep this to yourself, it's going to keep getting worse until it reaches a point where nothing can fully undo it."

..... He's right, I know he's right, bottling up all of my emotions almost trapped me in a nightmare labyrinth forever, but...

"I know I should tell them but.... I'm scared," I think out loud, "I know I was young and was raised to not know any better, but I still did so many horrible things, it's a miracle that any of them want to spend time with me at all. I'm worried that if I become too much of a burden they'll all leave me behind and get someone new to take my place. It wouldn't be the first time...."

"Well first of all, anyone who would abandon someone as smart and kind as you is an idiot," Laurium tells me and I barely resist the urge to laugh at the bluntness, "secondly, I get it, I still can't believe Naminé somehow forgave me after everything I put her through and a part of me is waiting for the rug to be pulled. But, living in constant fear that things are going to end and doing dumb things that hurt yourself because of it, you shouldn't have to deal with that. So, here's my advice. Don't completely ignore others opinions, but when it comes to things like this, don't care about how other people will think, just do what's best to stop yourself from being hurt."

"..... Heh, easier said than done given my habits, but I'll try." I agree with a light chuckle as I stand up-!! My foot was on my dress going down!

"I got you!," Laurium yelps as he pulls me back to my feet right before I hit the stairs, "heh, I guess being a master mage means you don't have to be as fast on your feet."

"Trust me, I know, I'm working on it," I groan a little in response before I start chuckling as well, "I should probably head back inside, I told Xion I'd be right back and I think she's probably getting worried. But, Laurium, thank you."

"It's the least I could do, don't worry about it," he tells me with a kind smile before getting an idea face, "though, if you're up for it, are you up for a quick dance?"

"!!! Very well, but no promises that I'll be any good at it." I agree before my nerves talk me out of it.

"Ehe, don't worry, you can't be any worse then Elrena dancing in heels at least." Laurium assures me with a chuckle and I can't resist the urge to laugh this time as we walk back inside. I almost put the choker back on out of habit but I stop myself and instead put it in my dress's pocket. No more hiding, I can do this.

#genshin impact #kingdom hearts #kh x gi au #art #fanart #writing #drabble #fanfic #hurt/comfort #ienzo #zexion #laurium #marluxia #xion #tw: injury mention #tw: mild panic attack

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munku-collar · 1 year

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extra soft and sweet munk during sillabub's pregnancy you say? would you like to talk (in as much detail as you'd like) about it? ♡

He was just sooooooo sweet and patient and supportive. It took so long for Deme to get pregnant and he knew how much it was wearing on her trying to even get it to happen, and she was very nervous about it and quite anxious at some points because of how unpleasant of a situation she was in when she was pregnant with Jemima, but Munk was determined to make her as comfortable and safe as possible this time around, and to let her know how thankful he was that she was giving him this gift.

Partly due to his efforts and partly due to just better circumstances all around, Dem's second pregnancy was definitely easier than her first, but not necessarily a cakewalk, as most of the time they're not, but Munkustrap was there to help Demeter through her challenges. He's used to her occasional moodiness, or sharp attitude(which she does her best to always direct away from him, doesn't want to unfairly be unpleasant towards him), but sometimes the hormones made it worse, naturally, and there were times she was just physically uncomfortable(hello nausea & aches & pains) or frustrated or feeling overwhelmed and he was so patient about it, would massage her back or cuddle her, tell her everything was alright and remind her how much he loves her and how thankful he was to be in his shoes.

And he was just so excited really, to have another kitten in the junkyard, his first biological kitten(not that he places special emphasis on Silly over Jem, he loves them both wholeheartedly), and to be a father to another sweet little cat. Jem's baby days were far in the rearview mirror and no one else had brought another kitten into the world since, so he'd really been craving all those little 'firsts' again. The hardest part was the wait! But as time passed and Dem started showing more and more he really just became more enamored with her(emotionally, physically, spiritually), and the urge to prove his love to her, to make her really understand how much he cared and how lucky he felt that they'd reached this point together grew.

He called her so many loving names, would kiss her paws even more frequently than usual, like a sweet little impulse he couldn't ignore, complimented her frequently (especially when she claimed she felt unattractive or uglier than usual), treated her to extra satisfying intimacy whenever she was in the mood(hello hormones!) and was regularly preoccupied with thoughts of her and their growing family (sometimes to a distracting degree). More than once Alonzo or Tugger caught him daydreaming while they walked, wondering what their new kitten would be like, how it would feel to hold them in his arms for the first time, hoping Jemima would love them, thinking about his own kittenhood and how it felt to be an older sibling, and all sorts of things like that. It was easy to be swept away in those thoughts! And in the desire to be ever closer to his mate. He couldn't help but keep a paw on her belly, if they were standing together, and in the later months, naturally helped her to stand or move when she needed it, and was just always at her side, at least, as much as he could be. But it was never overbearing; and if Deme wanted her space, he would not deny her.

And he definitely shed a tear or two for some of the big milestones throughout the process(namely when they found out she was pregnant). When Deme mentioned one day that she could feel fluttering, and then eventually proper kicking, it really became reality for him, and he was, admittedly, struck with fear for a moment, as he often is when he thinks about the wide world and its dangers, and all the cats in the tribe he protects, and when the prospect of losing any of them invades his mind. He would hold her closer at night, an arm around her, cradling her belly, and Jem would lay on her other side, and he won't admit it, but he lost sleep sometimes, rather lied awake watching over them than let himself relax. Munk is normally quite a good sleeper, and adept enough at getting himself to relax, knows how much sleep he can afford to lose and still stay on top of things, but especially in the later months he sometimes overdid it a little, the instinct to protect them overshadowing his logic a little. Demeter would reign him in though, and he enjoys it when she gets a little bossy, finds it attractive, so she kept things from getting too bad.

She definitely suffered more emotionally (and physically obviously, pregnancy is no joke!) than him, but made sure he was doing alright too, that he was managing well. They took care of each other. She was anxious very often early on, always worried something would go wrong or she was doing something wrong, or just falling back into her old memories, so there were nights when he would just hold her as she cried, settled her down and wiped her tears, and there were times when Munkustrap, normally quite confident and collected, seemed withdrawn and almost paralyzed by a sense of dread or fear entirely uncharacteristic of him, where she would cup his cheeks, brush a paw over his forehead and wrap his arms around her, get him to focus on the feeling of her against him, and remind him that they were alright.

There were plenty of challenges they navigated together, and the entire thing really made them love each other more deeply, made them understand each other better. And it was such a relief for Deme to have him at her side at the end of it, knowing that she could give birth in a safe place with lots of support, instead of suffering through it alone out on the streets again.

I can DEFINITELY keep going about it but I'll leave it there for this post; def let me know if you wanna hear more 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#my shit #cats the musical #cats 1998 #demeter #cats demeter #demeter cats #demestrap #sillabub #jemima #munkustrap #asks #JH

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brbabcseu · 9 months

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What are some fun facts about AJ and his friends? They look like a fun group!

Leighanne w ur permission I am kissing u in glee

I got fun facts ABOUND

They're a very fun group! Jesse's never had complaints abt them, he thinks they're all good kids. They all got their own troubles and have their moments, especially around high school, but they're kids yk? Jesse is happy to have them under his roof if they ever need an escape or a vent or what-have-you. He WOULD love it if they could keep it the hell down after 10 pm though.

Damien is the newest initiate to the group. He's a sophomore when AJ and the other three enter their freshman year. Damien got to know Maya first through extracurriculars-- he runs track and Maya figures skates! They'd hang out after their respective practices and listen to podcasts while waiting for their parents to pick them up. AJ has a huuuuge crush on Damien and everyone teases him abt it... idk I love Damien so much he's such a goober!! V much one of those kids who "acts cool" bc he's always so chill and can easily run in more popular crowds but he's not a douche, he's actually v affable, if not a little too apolitical when it comes to disagreements + drama amongst the teens. Guess he's afraid it'll make his persona less neutral, and the idea of not being able to be friends with every different clique makes him feel insecure :(

Axel is overly boisterous, moderately annoying, and incredibly funny. Will Say and Do things just to see what happens. Rule of thumb: if it provokes their group to throw proverbial tomatoes at him, he's commiting to whatever that bit is. Likes to keep the energy up and the conversation flowing, otherwise he gets too anxious (he deals with a lot of tough things internally) and his friends remind him to relax once and a while, he doesn't always have to be so On around them. Close with all of them but has a special bond with Maya; AJ coming in close second.

Maya is sunshine incarnate. She always has a way to find things beautiful. If her life isnt going to inherently be like an indie film then she's going to MAKE it like one!! And she makes it look effortless to boot. Lover of all thing doodle-y, poetry, and podcast-y. Doesn't always matter the subject; admittedly though, she has a hard time focusing on something full through. If the name or thumbnail interests her she goes "sure hell yeah" and follows it lol. Her and Ax's respective neurodivergencies fit together very well. Her and Sam love to brag about their "boy-free" outings in front of the three guys and will usually team up when everyone else is being annoying. Maya considers AJ her sweet angel baby boy and would carry him around in her pocket if she could. She lovingly gave him the nickname "AppleJack" 🥹

Sam's been around the longest. A very level head in the group, a grounding force. She knew AJ since they were in diapers so they're essentially siblings. This is evident in how they treat each other; they'll whack one another over the head w a pillow and call each other a dumbass with EASE but also be ride or die till the end. The two can share one look and burst out laughing, super silly and goofy!! Sam's mom, Eliza, is a recovering alcoholic and has been slowly but surely putting her life together while Jesse's friend and local foster mom Delilah has taken care of Sam on and off throughout the years. Eliza is good people; her and Jesse are kindred spirits. So, meeting her and seeing her as a fellow struggling parent with a history of addiction, he vouched for her a lot and tried helping her out with housing and finding work while she was at her lowest. There were a lot of playdates, so Jesse's seen Sam grow up. He was there for all her school events, helped with all the birthdays, just as he did with AJ. A lot of that connection goes unsaid-- so it hit Jesse like a freight train when one day a 12 year old Sam approaches him and very casually hands him a father's day card. "You're not my dad but you are A dad, and a good one. I never met my own real dad so thanks for being there instead," the card read. She has to watch her smirk and keep from rolling her eyes and says, "Ah, you don't gotta cry about it!" when Jesse gets that 🥺🥹 look on his face. Despite being as prickly as her mom, she accepts his bear hug and tells him she loves him. The card is still on his dresser.

Doodles!!! Respectively: Sam receiving aforementioned bear hug, Maya and Damien hanging out, and Sam and AJ at their most affectionate

#bookofmajora #mutuals #ask #tysm!!!!!!#alaska crew #i know like i KNOW im very annoying abt my ocs and wanting to talk abt them so ty for when u guys do indulge me fr #mfa

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marshmallowprotection · 7 months

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Hi Kait! Admittedly, I'm a little embarrassed to ask this, since I'm fairly certain you'll recognize me, but I was looking around your page and I saw that match-ups were open, and... given my intense conflict regarding who the literal fuck I'd actually work well within MysMe, I thought I'd give it a shot. It's a lot easier to talk about myself under the guise of anonymity, so I suppose I'll start there. I'm a college freshman diagnosed with anxiety and depression hoping to get my double major in Psychology and Philosophy, and an eventual PHD in Psych. I am prone to overworking myself and tend to use escapism as an outlet for the fact that I'm never particularly satisfied with my own effort. I spend most of my free time outside of class sitting in my room working on art, writing, or trying to socialize with people (be it online or offline). I play a fair amount of games, but barely have the time to do so because of my tendency to overwork myself. I did a lot of theater and performance throughout my life, so I have a passion for watching musicals and assisting in performances backstage. I like being onstage as well, but previously it's proved more trouble than it's worth, especially since I'm always the 'reliable' cast, not the 'talented' cast. I also have an interest in flower language and plants, despite the fact that I kill most every plant I touch. As for my personality... that one is a little complicated. Offline I perceive myself to be an absolute anxious wreck. I'm always tired and always running around in an attempt to keep up with my responsibilities. However, outwardly people tend to perceive me as confident and knowledgable. I do wonderful in my academics and have a love for debate and asking hard questions, even if internally I am screaming at myself for stuttering or seeming silly. Online I tend to be a lot more open about myself and my emotions, but still fairly guarded as I try my best to maintain my privacy. I try to make people happy and build connections online since I feel more 'myself' there. Once I get close to someone I tend to enjoy peaceful silence with them. I'm a very physically affectionate person as words fail me so often, and I like listening to people just not too much. Chatterboxes get on my nerves, especially when someone repeats the same phrase over and over again. I have noise sensitivity issues as well, which doesn't help things. I'm also terrified of water - specifically the ocean. Any mention of swimming and I panic. I also have slight jealousy issues due to past relationship trauma. I'm 5'7 with a brown pixie cut that's admittedly a little overgrown right now, rose gold rounded square glasses with a slight cat eye, and blue-green eyes that tend to shift colors depending on what I'm wearing. I have quite a few birthmarks littered on my skin - most importantly one above my lip and another under my right eye. My ears are pierced, and I tend to wear black hoops unless I'm dressing up. Day to day I tend to look like your typical tired college student, but if I'm going somewhere I try to dress in cottagecore style attire with lots of sparkly makeup. I'm pan, and my love languages are physical touch and quality time. Something as simple as a hug or a hand to hold can turn me from stressed and panicked to melty and calm in minutes. I value intelligence a lot in a person, which is why I tend to like the nerdy types of characters in media. I also need someone who isn't shy about reminding me to not beat myself up. I tend to spiral anxiety wise a lot, especially if I believe that I've hurt my partner. I want someone who'll be there for me despite the mistakes that we might make. Someone long term. I have two partners currently, but I don't think that I'd end up polyamorous in any other circumstance than those two. Thank you for taking the time to read this, Kait. I apologize for how lengthy it ended up being haha. Please remember that you're greatly appreciated! Have a wonderful day. — 🌸

I match you with...

Jumin!

You value quiet intimacy.

You're not looking for a relationship where you feel as though you have to fill in the silence every waking moment. You want somebody that you can be comfortable with and being comfortable means the world to you. That's what you value at the end of the day. You're not looking for something that has way more energy than you can even remotely handle, you're looking for something that is peaceful and brings you a sense of contentment with your life.

You don't want something that's overwhelmingly fraught with energy. You want to be with somebody after a long day, not saying anything, and just sharing a look that says all that needs to be said. That's your ideal relationship. Mutual understanding. No pressure. Just a silence that says, "I'm here, I'm listening, and you're safe" both ways.

Which is why I was torn between Jaehee and Jumin when I looked at your submission without bias. Ultimately, I came to this conclusion as soon as I noted how you felt as though you needed a partner who had the ability to say something when you need a reminder to be nicer to yourself. and Jumin isn't one to mince words. He'll say what needs to be said and he won't hold back.

That is because he understands that if you are close to him, you'll understand where he's coming from when he says things to you in a very matter-of-fact way. He's not the kind of person who will hold back when you need to hear something.

He understands that you're going to know what he means when he says something bluntly. That's the important thing about being in a relationship with him. He said something from the heart, and he won't hold back if you have communicated to him that you need him to be honest. He will expect the same from you because that is what a great relationship is founded on. Communication. You don't have to be afraid of holding back when you’re with him.

#ask #anon #mod kait #matchup

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