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httpsleclerc · 6 months

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a villa in biot

summary: Charles and Gasly!reader are in love with the one thing they can't have - each other.

w/c : 1.6k

c/w : terrible ending? nothing, I dont think there actually is any

Charles wasn't quite sure when he had fallen in love with you - But he knew he shouldn't have. You were like a forbidden fruit for him, dangling in front of him, something he could touch, hold, smell, but never have for himself. It was cruel. It was so cruel that you just so happened to be his best friends younger sister, and his younger brothers best friend.

You had all grown up together, Charles and Pierre having done karting together for many years, you had been on family vacations together, he had watched you grow from a shy young girl, attached to her brother at the hip, to a confident young woman, who admittedly, was still attached to her brother at the hip. He found it unfair that you had to be Arthur's best friend and not his, maybe that would make his love for you more justifiable - but how could he tell his younger brother that he was truly, madly deeply in love with you?

To cut a long story short, he couldn't.

He didn't want to hurt you or Arthur, he didn't even know if your feelings were the same as his, and he couldn't face the embarrassment of it all if you didn't. So he had to try and move on. However, as hard as he tried, he couldn't. Everywhere he went, he was looking for you. He dated girls that looked like you, down to a t, but they didn't have your infectious laughter, so he looked for girls who shared your laughter, but they didn't look like you. It was impossible to find you in all of the girls he dated, so he eventually gave up, accepting that he could never have the one girl that he truly wanted, as much as it broke his heart to accept.

As it came time for your annual family vacation with the 3 Leclerc boys, you found yourself newly single, breaking things off with your boyfriend of 3 months due to the fact that he was nothing like how you thought he was - you thought he could fill the Charles shaped hole in your heart. You hated yourself for wanting him, he was your best friends older brother, and your older brothers best friend. As much as you wanted him, you remembered the promise you made to Pierre, that you would never go near any of the people he raced against, especially Charles.

You sighed as you sat on your suitcase, forcing it shut and having Arthur zip it shut for you, he shook his head as he grabbed your hand and helped you up onto your feet.

"How much did you pack, we're only going for 4 nights?" Arthur asked you with a chuckle, looking at your suitcase and then you as you shrugged with a grin.

"Just because you're a guy and can fit all of your things into your backpack, some of us are actually civilised," You jokingly critiqued your best friend, who feigned offence at your 'mean' comments. "And anyway, I wasn't sure on outfits so I had to take two options for at night, I'm probably gonna be in a bikini for most of the day anyway." You told him, acting as though your explanation was the most common knowledge thing on earth.

"I'm going to go out on a crazy whim and suggest that you haven't shown Pierre your choice of bikini's, because he was not happy when me and you went to Ibiza when we turned 18 and you were like, half naked," Arthur reminded you, your joint 18th birthday trip to Ibiza had been eventful, with Arthur getting so drunk he forget where your hotel was and you, even drunker, had to try and find him through his Snapchat location.

"You weren't complaining that week, Tutur," He shook his head at your comment and put your suitcase on it's wheels, saying that he would carry it down the stairs for you. You also knew that Charles wasn't complaining about your instagram pictures that week, since he was the first person to like every photoset that you posted.

Charles watched as you leaned against your brother, your face illuminated by the orangey-red glow of the fire burning in front of you, a half glass of the last of the limoncello in your hand, which Pierre took from you, despite your protests.

"It's late and you're already drunk, take it easy," He gently scolded you, since he understood that maybe you were drowning your sorrows following your recent break up. Pierre huffed as he stood up, placing the glass on the table beside him. Soon after, Pierre called it a night for himself, placing a kiss on the top of your head and jokingly telling you that he'd know if you drank the rest of the glass of limoncello - Lorenzo and Arthur followed soon after him, leaving only you and Charles in the living room of the Villa you had rented in Biot. Charles shifted to sit beside you, his heart racing as he realised just how close the two of you now were.

"How's your boyfriend?" Charles asked you, watching as you nervously fiddled with your hands and the ring on your finger, one that Pierre had bought you for your 21st birthday a couple of years ago.

"I broke up with him," You deadpanned to Charles, any semblance of a filter you had disappeared completely when you were drunk. You looked up at him, a flicker of desire burning in your eyes. "He wasn't who I thought he was. How's your girlfriend?" You asked him, noticing the way his eyes flicked away from yours.

"We broke up, same reason as you," He told you. The two of you sat in silence for a minute, you leaning into Charles' embrace as he put his arm around you. "Who did you think your boyfriend was?" Charles asked you, his voice dropping lower than you had ever heard it. You licked your lips, your breath shaky as you looked up at the Monegasque driver.

"I thought he was you, Charles," You admitted quietly, having no time to react before he leant into you, pressing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. You leaned into his kiss, your hands snaking up to the back of his head, hands entangling through his brown hair. Then you suddenly sobered up. Oh God. You were kissing your best friends older brother. Your brothers best friend. Oh God.

Oh fuck. You abruptly pulled away, unable to look at the middle Leclerc sitting in front of you. "I um," You stuttered over your words, the words which you wanted to say but couldn't force out. "I should go to bed, goodnight Charles." You didn't mean to be so abrupt and harsh with him as you stood up, wobbling a little as you made your way into yours and Pierre's shared bedroom, your aforementioned older brother already asleep and hanging out of the single bed in the opposite corner of the bedroom.

You and Charles managed to get through the rest of the vacation without many hiccups, the other 3 boys on the trip putting your strange moods down to your respective recent breakups. Upon yours and Arthurs return to your shared apartment in Italy, you realised that you were lying through your teeth to your best friend, about how you had all but confessed to Charles how much you loved him, and your heat of the moment kiss with him.

And you almost forgot about what had happened in the villa in Biot.

Then he was at your apartment, his eyes rimmed red as if he had been crying, looking pitiful as he sat on the couch.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" You asked, dropping your bag beside the sofa and sitting beside him, unsure of what to do to try and comfort the older Monegasque. He sniffled as he shook his head, looking up at you as he stood up. "Charles?"

"What?"

"What is going on? Why are you here?" You stood up and faced him, looking up into his eyes as he looked down at you. "Tell me what is going on. Please." There was a tense silence as Charles looked away from you, shaking his head as he pulled back from you.

"I need to know, Y/N," He was almost pleading with you, but you didn't know what to tell him, you didn't know what he wanted from you, what he wanted to know. You shook your head with an exasperated sigh.

"You need to know what, Charles? I don't know what you want from me," You were growing increasingly frustrated. He grabbed your hands, and you locked eyes.

"I need to know. Do you love me?"

You went silent, it was like all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your brain was no longer processing anything. What did you tell him? Would you be honest and admit your undying love for him? Or would you think of your friendship with Arthur, and your promise to Pierre?

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"I love you, Charles."

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octuscle · 1 month

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Hi, im a 19 yo nerd, yesterday some kids wre playing with a soccer ball in front of my house, the ball got into the garden of my house and when i threw it out, i didnt nlticed i threw it a bit far and it arrived into the house across the street, breaking a window, the neighbor, a single man, came to my house and told my parents what i did, he demands i repair the window by myself, i dont know how to do that, can you give me a little help?

First of all, you do what you do best. You sit down at your computer. Enter "repair soccer window" into Google. A lot of things come up that won't help you at all. Care tips for footballs. And advertisements for household contents and liability insurance. The soccer care thing doesn't look very helpful, but it might be interesting.

Shit, you can waste a lot of time on the Internet very quickly. After half an hour, you're back to the current and upcoming match day in the Premier League. But you still don't know anything about repairing windows. "Repairing windows". Perhaps it would help to remove soccer from the search query. It doesn't matter why the window is broken. It just needs to be repaired.

Now we're getting closer to the point. Lots of tutorials on youtube. Surely there's something there. Unfortunately, you don't even know what kind of window is broken. And what exactly is broken. Damn, just how many different types of window panes there are. You can find an article about German windows. They have a lot of damn cool features. I wonder if that would be a market to sell and install German ones here. What this tilt function is supposed to do is still not clear to you. But these shutters on the windows are hot shit. You'd like to install something like that at your parents' house.

You're guaranteed not to install something from Schüco for a few thousand dollars in your neighbor's house… You're assuming that your neighbor will have vertical sliding windows in most of the rooms, just like you do. Probably made of aluminum. A shame, really. Horizontal sliding windows made of wood with glazing bars would fit the character of the house much better.

Haven't you ever worked for your neighbor? You must still have plans and views from the street side. Or at least a photo. Yes, here. Where were you standing again? How hard did you throw the ball? What was the wind like? Just because you did an apprenticeship as a carpenter doesn't mean you're stupid. So it's probably the window of the study on the second floor. Yes, it must have been rotten, you can see that quite clearly in the photo. Just replacing the glass won't help much.

Nowadays, working on the computer is half the battle. Calculating material requirements, programming saws for cutting. And downloading some porn in between. Hehehe, unlike your father, you don't need to hang up raunchy calendars in the workshop anymore. Your father is hardly ever seen here anyway. It's no longer his world. In his day, a carpenter needed a hammer and a saw, he used to say. Old man, those days are long gone.

Before you start, you went to your neighbor's house across the street. Real life is sometimes more reliable than virtual life. But it was the right window, you measured it again with your laser measuring device. You had miscalculated by a few millimeters. You are a craftsman with passion and dedication. You don't mess around. You deliver precision work.

"Mr. T, better than before my throw," you say with a grin. But it's the pure truth. But you know exactly why your neighbor insisted that you carry out the repair. He'll do anything to get you to fix things in his house. And when no more chairs tip over and no more doors squeak, you'll take care of Mr. T. yourself.

He asks if you can have a look at the shower after the window. While you take off your dungarees, you say that you are a carpenter and not a plumber. You will probably need help. You don't have to ask Mr. T for long.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #tank top #ai image #nerd to jock

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insomniakisses · 5 months

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Being the Omega

NSFW MINORS DNI // CIS HETS DNI

General Hcs -

soooooooo protective of you

like you literally always have to have one of them with you if you go anywhere

more chances than no its at least 2 of them

they like to do wellness checks on you

basically holding you to them and scenting and sniffing at your neck to see if your okay

there very instinctual alphas

cuddles is a daily activity

happens more than once a day and lasts sooo long

incredibly horny babies

like you have 4 alphas that almost always have semis

Jen and Lisa do fight over you quite often and it always leads to Chae or Jisoo stealing you

very respectful alphas though

they just love you so so much and want you safe, healthy and happy

Your Heats -

like most groups they prefer you dont go on suppressants

they wont outwardly force you off them if you do take them but there disapproval is clear

they just know they do no good

say the word heat around any of them and there hard and ready to go

take turns with you to an extent

see chae and jen dont mind sharing if its with each other but anyone else is a no

mainly because jisoo and lisa are too possessive to share and if they are fucking you they hate anyone else touching you

soooooo into breeding plugs and tape

if your in heat and not knotted your plugged or taped up to hold their cum

they all have the prettiest of cocks

Jisoo's cock

shes got a pretty lengthy cock

id say easily at the 7-8 inch mark

its heavy too, being thicker than average

has a pretty cock with a blushed tip

her balls are pretty even inside and hang just slightly lower than average but not much

thick potent cum

mommy kink

Jisoo Hcs

possessive baby

aggressive af when her ruts approaching like shit pisses her off so more and she only likes being near you

you wake up to her thrusting in you and nipping your neck

pressed her face to your neck ALOT

When her rut actually hits she goes straight to you

her scent so strong that your practically beggin for her

such a potent alpha so her happy trail is thick and her cum is SO fertile

her moaning is deep and loud

shes rough tbh.

takes you from behind or has you in a mating press

her rut typically lasts 2-3 days

Jennie's Cock

not as thick as jisoo's but just as long

pale cock with a pretty pink tip

her cock curves up slightly

she has 2 small and cute balls perfect to suck on

her cum isnt all too fertile

its runny and her loads aren't that big either

but babys cum is warm af

Jennie Hc's

cuddle monster

always uses the excuse its cold and omegas need heat to pull you close

just nuzzles and kisses at your neck

always ends in cockwarming and making out

baby LOVES making out

will whine for attention

when shes in rut baby is even more clingy and whiney

growls alot instead of just asking for what she wants / needs

if shes in rut she likes to have you ride her till shes shooting blanks

will mark you up SO much

im talking bites and scratches

such needy and whiney moans

cums so many times

just a needy needy baby who is so so horny all the time

her ruts are typically 4 days

daddy kink fr

Chae's Cock -

SO THICK

like she stretched tf outta your pussy

shes big in length too 8-9 inches for SURE

and she LOVES fucking balls deep

speaking of balls baby has some heavy ones

full of hot thick cum

shes relatively fertile

either just above or bellow average

definitely has a thick happy trail

but keeps it trimmed so she can show off her abs

her cock is for sureeee tanned with a light tip

heavy cock fr

always hard

biggggg loads

Chae Hcs -

horny 24/7

like I said always hard

loved just fucking you in missionary to bite and scent at your neck

its also easy for her to push you into a mating press when she needs to

cums so much

asks you to cuddle ends up fucking you all day/night

def has a size kink

daddy kink and breading kink too

likes tying you up

uses toys on you alot

likes how you moan and beg for her

probably likes the idea of food play

her ruts are usually 4-5 days

Lisa's Cock

BIGGGG

babys 8-9 inches

and thiccck

heavy low hanging balls

ones slightly higher than the other

they hit you with every thrust

such hot creamy cum

its that thick sticky kind too

tastes sooooo good

her cock has a slight curve

either up or to the side

thick happy trail and such potent / fertile cum

Lisa Hc's

she fucks deep and only deep

so you get so so stretched

cocky as helllll

always teasing you

definitely cums in your pants

like I'm talking your used pants she will jerk herself with them

such a daddy kink

calls you kitten

breeding kink

loves dirty talk

always hard and ready to fuck

will pull you for a quickie just before your about to go on stage

wears vibrating cockrings while she fucks you

falls asleep inside you and keeps thrusting

her ruts about 5-7 days

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drdemonprince · 4 months

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When other people say that they do not have enough time to get something done, they (often, if they're quite healthy) mean they are taking into account the time it takes to do the laundry and arrange new pieces of furniture and cook dinner and meet up with friends to see a movie and run to the post office or the hair dresser and take the dog for walks and do the dishes and paint their nails and drive to the store and go to their cousin's wedding and go to the barbecue their friend is throwing on the weekend

they don't winnow their life down to just spending time at the computer, working from when they wake up until they cannot focus their eyes anymore, granola bars, coffee, and bottles of water all around them because of course they did not take time to have lunch or breakfast, only dragging themselves away from work when they are truly too exhausted to do any of it anymore, and then lacking the energy to do much of anything that remains of life but to eat a tiny bit more, sponge themselves off, and go to sleep.

i just saw a video of a fursuiter on their bed, legs kicked back, head propped on their hands, delightedly announcing that after many years of hard work they had finally finished their Master's degree. And some part of me, some sick withered part, thought really? you had time to do a Master's degree while also getting a fursuit done? and going to conventions, presumably? you had time in the day to research fursuit makers, have a sona designed and drawn by someone else (or to draw it yourself), to contact a maker to make a duck tape dummy of yourself, and to have a friend over to help you make it and to cut it off of you, to send it in the mail to the maker, to then get it and make videos? you had time to set up this beautiful bedroom that i see in your video, with a soft pink sham on the bed and LED lights behind your bookshelf and lamps and all kinds of stuffed toys? you had a life? you were out playing, and dancing, and pursuing your hobbies, and you did a master's degree?

because when i was working on my doctorate, there was nothing. three layers of foam on the floor with a fitted sheet over it. a folding card table from aldi that had cost $40 that my grandparents got me. no food in the fridge. no time to even get the internet installed, just stolen wi-fi when my laptop could pick it up. i woke up, got dressed, and slunk into the office. i sat alone in the dark working until my hunger made me furious and i could not write another word. and then i walked to the grocery store, got something to subsist on, went home, ate, kickboxing video, went to sleep. every day. with almost nothing breaking the routine.

and ive gotten better, so much better, but my brain still kind of works that way. i feel like i have to quit my job and stop being a writer if i want to have hobbies. to paint my bedroom. to marinate a meat for longer than fifteen minutes. to get a driver's license again. to take a trip. but i dont want to be like that any more. how do people know when to stop? i feel like i have to give everything my absolute all until there is nothing left or else i have done nothing. i feel that i would have to treat a hobby like a job to get it done. I feel that anything that takes more than two minutes is a huge waste of time i must feel guilty for. i am working on all these things. jesus i have been working on them for years at this point. but because i have been so successful at telling people to do less, i get pulled in. interview. workshop invitation. email. urgent in the subject line. call from my agent. meeting request from my boss. new book idea, better sell it now while my sales figures still look good. recording studio session. deadline. writing. can you talk about this. can you talk about that. tag. email. book idea. deadline. long heartfelt email. still so often i have to take my own damn advice.

and this is why i am getting a fursuit made!! and going to cons! and going to leather and latex events! and making socials that are separate for these things!! i am going to let myself be silly and soft and do frivolous things. i am so sick of what i do to myself, all the pursuit of seeming like a strong mature adult.

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snazzi-strawberri-artz · 2 months

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YEAHHH OC DESIGNS BABEY!!!!! OK SO LIKE THESE PPL ARE LIKE THE MAGIC COUNCIL AND ITS THEIR JOB TO GUIDE AND PROTECT THEIR PEOPLE YAYAY!!!!

(NOTE: I DID NOT MAKE KAZEMIS PATTERN I FOUND IT HERE)

Character lore and ramblings below!!

ARKENAS MY BELOVED!!! Hes Filipino because i said so JKSDHDS

Hes wearing a zoot suit which is a suit originated from african americans and would become popular with italians, filipinos, mexicans etc AND LIKE ITS PERFFECT FOR ARKENAS Because this type of suits were typically worn by performers due to how its easy to move around in AND HE himself is a performer as hes a very well known magician and illusionist!

Hes more of a sillay guy always looking to entertain people, but his magical performances got so good that people were struggling discerning what was real or not, enough that he was was given the title of master!

He always tries to befriend Magnus but always kinda fails at it JKHDHSD

Magnus!!! He wasnt always so serious and brooding, in fact, he was a slick playboy back in the days. But because of uhhh many plotlines and backstory that will take too long to explain hes always feels sad and empty despite not knowing why...😲

IMOGEN MY BELOVED!!! She comes from Ireland!!

Shes known for her experimental ways of doing Alchemy, for not sticking to rules and regulations and doing whatever she wants, and in that way she had become the embodiment of alchemy in a way it is all about risky experimentation and she goes through with it because she likes the thrill!!

Because of this she had done many contributions to the field of Alchemy, despite being deemed "unproffesional" by others

She also likes to do flirty teasing with Valentina because she thinks its cute how she reacts and crumbles HEHE

VALENTINA!!!!! ONE OF MY FAV DESIGNS IVE EVER MADE🥺 Im so happy with the way she looks!! She was initially gonna be the master of ALL the elements, but because her design turned out too look more Earthy and Firey, i only made her master of that!

She has like rich posh aristocracy vibes and owns various fashion businesses while also doing her duties as a magicia master! 🙏 SLAY

As for her design i really wanted to give of posh businesswoman whos also fashionable!

Lowkey has a crush on Imogen but is in denial <3 Valentina is also besties with Kazemi and they like to gossip all the drama over tea <3

KAZEMI MY WIFE MY EVERYTHING I LOVE YOUUUUU AUGH Shes also one of my fav designs along with Valentina!! Shes also from Japan >:]

Ive actually done quite abit of research on her name AND KAZEMI IS LITERALLLY THE MOST PERFECT NAME BECAUSE IT MEANS WATER OR WIND WHICH IS WHERE SHES MASTER AT...,, AND TOMIKAWA MEANS RICHES AND ALSO RIVER OR STREAM AND LIKE IT RELATES TO HER BECAUSE SHES WORKED SO HARD TO GET TO HER POSITION AS SHE ALWAYS KNEW SHE WAS DESTINED FOR PROSPERITY AND WEALTH RAAAA but if anyone like actually knows more abt japanese names and thinks that the name could be improved PLEASE DONT HESITATE TO DM 🙏

But yes due to how she more on the polite and demure side and her magic being water and wind, shes more underestimated and seen as more 'weak' than the others. But just how the seas can be gentle and also be a terrifying, great force, she can be too 🥺

Shes trying to court Samara btw 🥺 she relates to Samara in a way where their magic is underestimated due to how it looks "harmless", but both actually having the ability to do great harm if you know how to do it. Shes seen that Samara can do harm and damage if she wanted to, and she was like 'i want her" JKSDHJSHD

SAMARA!!! 🥺 Shes more of the precise, rational, proffesional type! Always wanting everything to be clean and pristine, thats why she mainly wears white. Shes also Arabic :D

Shes known as one of the greatest healers in the world, known for her quickness and precision, basically knows every body part and muscle and veins and how to heal it as well as how to damage it!! ^-^

As for her veil type i used a niqab! Well a half niqab specifically, as it doesnt cover the entire half of the body. Their design is influenced by Arabic fashion as well as like nurse doctor outfits in the 1900s :D

Figuring out her name was a bit tricky because im not familiar with Arabic names and i also didnt want to go to babynames.com for it because i know its a bit more complicated but i managed to get help from friends who are more qualified n knowledgable about arabic names😭 THANK YOU @lastcookieontheplate MY DEAR FRIEND

AND AND she doesnt want to admit it but she gets flustered and blushy whenever Kazemi does her courting attempts <3 HEEHEE

ANYWAYS THATS ALL OF EM!!!!! Say "BERRI IS SO PRETTY AND COOL" If youve reached this far!

#star chronicles art #BOOM #IM SO PROUD OF THESE RARARARARARA #I think i pushed myself out a bit of my usual design comforts!!#By like really using shapes as well as using patterns and textures #as well as how the shapes tell the personality of the character #By the way this is all set in around 1920s america!#you must be asking berri if this is set in murica why r they all not white-SHHH ITD BE BORING AS FUKKCCKK #And also lots of immigrants came around late 1800s onwards which included but not limited to people from ireland japan philippines etc #i also have done so much research in terms of 1920s clothing and styles for each of them #SObbing crying i mean research is fun and also a bit hectic BUT ALSO FUN #im not grammar checking tihs btw. its 3am

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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AHH HII I DONT KNOW IF YOURE TAKING REQUESTS BUT YOUR 2007 FICS ARE SO 💋😩🤌

i would LOOOOOVVEEEE to see how everything went down when leo actually came back.. would they tell him? would raph continue to do it? would she choose one over the other? AHHH SO MANY POSSIBILITIES if you’re not taking requests ignore this but i would beg you for some closure or just more spicy fics HAHAH🤭

Anger: part 2 (18+) (Angst)

2007!Raphael x reader (a little 2007!Leonardo x reader)

Part 1 / Part 3 Leonardo's Ending Raphael’s Ending

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A/N: Thank you for your request! I’ve been so tempted to continue it, but I wasn’t quite sure how, as I can only see this situation end in a specific way. I decided to go in a third direction, bc let’s face it, everybody has made their own bed in this lol. And bc it is the 2007 TMNT, I’ve allowed myself to go extra angst. Hope you enjoy!💙❤️

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You and Raphael’s sexual relationship has taken a turn in the serious direction, but then an old missed face comes home, stirring up feelings once again, especially anger.

Warning: Sex as a coping mechanism, angry sex, angst, emotional betrayal, swearing, Leo and Raph being horrible brothers to each other, cheating?

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It had been almost a year. A year had passed since Leonardo’s training had ended, yet there was no sight of him. You clearly remembered the night you sat in your window, with a slight hope that Leo would come home. It almost felt wrong to think in such a way, especially after a year of sneaking around with his own brother. You had found Raphael’s pressens comforting, even if most of the time was spent moaning or calling out his name in ecstasy, with your legs spread wide or over his shoulder.

You really liked the time you had spent with Raph, even if he wasn’t much up for talking about emotions. He was there for you, in a way Leo hadn’t been able to in a long time. Yet, when you saw a familiar figure out on your fire escape, during the last hour of Leo’s return day, you were slightly disappointed to see Raphael instead. He too didn’t seem too happy. And that was the moment you realized that Leo most likely wouldn’t come home again.

That night with Raphael was way more passionate than what you had been used to with him. Passionate with an undertone of sadness, but intense. There had been very little dirty talk from Raph, yet his eyes spoke with more emotion than they ever did before. Same with his hips, as they thrusted into you with more focus and intention, instead of his usual rapid angry way.

Raphael stayed that night, like he had done so often up until that point. And as you woke up the next day, and began your obligatory morning sex, a change in your and Raph’s relationship was noted. Though still rough, it was not as hard as usual. Though there was still anger hidden in there somewhere, it was not as prominent as before. Sex between you and Raph was no longer a coping mechanism. It was no longer about the absence of Leo, but just about you and Raphael.

Sex in Leo’s room grew old long ago. After Raph had had you in every possible way on every surface of his older brother's room, it started to move into his own room. The first time he had you on his own bed, he felt like he had won a major victory in a long fought battle. It satisfied him to have your scent spread all over his room, in such a way that Leo had never managed to in his own room. With your legs over his shoulders, his hips pounding into you over and over again, and your hands holding on to him for dear life, he felt like the king of the world. How you would hold onto his head while his tongue was writing his name over your dripping cunt, or the way your mouth felt around his dick and how you worked to make him feel good. It was enough to make any man go mad. And that was almost what Raph did, whenever he sat around, waiting for the perfect moment to jump on you again without, the rest of his family noticing.

When Raph would come back home, after a night of crime fighting as the Nightwatcher, finding you sleeping in his bed. Waiting for him to come back home to you. Waiting for him to hold you tight before giving you yet another earth shattering night to remember. And unlike his brother, Raphael did just that. He came home to you to take care of you, just like Leo never would. Or so he thought.

Leo had to admit that he was slightly fearful as he stepped into the sewers. Even after what April had told him, he still feared the reactions that would come from his family. Would they be angry or would they be happy? He did not know. But the reaction he feared the most was yours. Leo first thought when he came to New York was to go to your place, just to see you again. But remembering how late it was, and not knowing what plans you had the next day, he opted to make his way straight to the sewers.

The first thing that met Leo as he stepped into his old family home, was the sound of his two youngest brother’s snoring. Both Donnie and Mikey sprawled out in front of the TV, pizza boxes laying all around them. Leo smiled at the sight, remembering what April had told him. They had jobs now, however that was possible for two mutant turtles. But because of that they probably needed their sleep, and therefore Leo decided it was best to leave them alone for now.

When Leo first stepped into his room, he was surprised by the smell that met him. The scent of you was very strong, almost jumping at him. Had you been touching yourself in his room? It touched Leo deep. A pang of guilt pinching his heart. But there was another smell. A familiar one, yet he could not place it. It did not seem to fit into his room, and definitely not with the smell of you.

After having placed his things in his room, Leo went down to the dojo. He had a feeling that Master Splinter was up and waiting for him there. So when Leo found his father sitting in the dojo patiently waiting for him, he sat down.

Raphael knew as soon as he walked out of his bedroom. He stopped in his tracks, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happiness, pleasantly surprised, confused, unsure, angry. Leo was home. His big brother was home. The man that had you first was home.

He went to the dojo and peeked through the open doors. The sight of his brother talking to Master Splinter was like a punch to the guts. They were talking like they did any other day, as if Leo hadn’t been gone for two years. Raph did not hear a single word they said. All he could think about was you, and how you would react when you knew Leonardo was back home.

Master Splinter said something, which prompted Leo to turn and look in Raph’s direction. The red clad turtle panicked a bit, not sure what to say. He ended up settling with a simple welcome home and that he was going to bed, before turning and waking up his brothers.

But Raphael did not go to bed. While Master Splinter and his brothers were distracted by Leonardo’s return, Raphael went straight to the apartment he had found himself in more and more often over the past year.

You were sleeping peacefully when Raph came to your bedroom window. If it had been any other night, Raph would have climbed in quietly through your unlocked window, before spooning you in your sleep, waiting for you to wake up. But not that night. Raph had thrown all his quiet skills as a ninja out the door, as he banged your window closed behind him, causing you to stir in your sleep, slowly waking up.

“Raph?”, you asked, rubbing your eyes as the named turtle started taking off his gear, in a way he hadn’t done for a long time.

Raph didn’t answer, but instead he slammed his lips to yours. You moaned out in pleasant confusion as your tongues danced together in your mouth. It had been a long time ago since Raph had been this rough with you, and you could not help but wonder what had caused it. But as he started pulling your underwear off, feeling how wet you already were against his fingers, you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, enjoying this side of Raph you hadn’t seen in a while.

The sex that night was rough. Not unpleasant, but hard. It was like being fucked like the same way Raph used to do it one and a half years ago. Expect he didn’t talk dirty to you like he used to back then. This time he growled more than before, and would bark out small sentences, such as “take it”, “look at me” and “say my name”. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, because you did. You had nothing against rough sex, and especially not the way Raph did it, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something had pushed him. The gripe of his hand around your neck as he fucked you sensless, made you think that he wanted people to notice someone had held you down like this. Like he wanted to prove something.

Raph was angry as he slapped your ass during doggy style, bringing his hands down hard against your flesh, one after the other, before grabbing onto your hips and thrusting into you like a drill. But he was not angry at you, but Leo. After all this time, how dared he come home now? After you and him finally were doing a little more than just fucking, he had to come and fuck it up. He just had to come and take you away from him one more time. But Raphael wouldn’t let that happen, especially not now while you were calling out his name, begging him to make you cum, just like you had done so many times before.

After three rounds, you thought that Raph would what had almost become a habit to him. To stay the rest of the night, and leave in the early hours of the morning, before his family would notice he had been gone. But to your surprise, Raph was already putting his gear back on, just as quickly as he had been taking them off.

“Raph?”, you asked, watching him in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing”, he said, tying the knot on his belt. “Absolutely nothing”.

“But that’s not true, is it?”, you asked, getting out of your bed, while he acted like he didn’t hear you. “Somethings going on, isn’t there?”

Raph growled quietly in response, irritated that you could feel his anger. He tried to relax his fists as he turned to you, fighting to keep his expression neutral. “Nothing is going on, (Y/N)”.

But you didn’t buy it. You frowned your eyes, blinking at him a few times, and Raph knew he had no way out of this one.

“You know what? Forget it. It’s not something to bother you with”, he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible, before turning to leave out the window. You called after him as he climbed up the fire escape. You quickly put on a pair of pants before hurrying up after him, your bare feet against the cold metal of the fire espace. He might have been a ninja, but you wouldn’t let him leave so easily. First Leo and now Raph. You couldn’t let it happen again.

You caught up with Raphael on the roof, grabbing onto his arm before he could leave. He looked at your hand on his bicep, almost as if it was hurting. But he did not pull back. Instead he sighed as you continued to ask him.

“Please tell me what is going on, Raph”, you almost begged him, shivering in the cold wind of the New York night. “You can’t just leave like that, not like…” You didn’t get to finish that sentence, before another presence jumped onto the roof. A breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the shape of his face, shell and the katanas strapped onto his back.

Raph’s eyes fell to the ground as he took a long breath in. Of course he had to be here now.

“... Leo?”

Your expression and the way you said his name was almost enough to bring Leo to his knees. Surprise, hurt, sad, confused. You stared at him, wondering if you were dreaming, almost scared to reach out to him. Leo could only imagine how confused you must be at that moment. It hurt him, and it hurt him even more to know that he was the reason you felt like that.

“Hey, (Y/N)”.

Raphael bit the inside of his cheek, watching as you let go of his arm and walked to Leo. He had known this would happen. It was like watching the two of you a few years ago. I love with those eyes you and Raph was slowly building up over the days. He almost had what you and Leo had, just so much better. But then Leo had to come and ruin it. Not only did he come back and take you from him, but he just came back like that, leaving Raph feeling even more betrayed by his brother.

Leo opened his arms a little, ready to hug you like he had done so many times before. To comfort you in the way he should have done once his training had finished. Raph looked away, feeling the lump in his throat build up when...

SMACK.

Raph looked up at the sound, staring at the scene in front of him. Leo almost forgot to breathe. Eyes staring off into the distance, his cheek burning with a tingling yet painful sensation. You had just slapped him. Leo looked confused at you, only to be met by your angry expression and your teared up eyes. You wanted to slap him again, feeling all the anger from the unknown that had been building up over the past two years, finally boiling over. But you didn’t. Instead you started yelling, louder than Leo had ever heard you yell before.

“A whole year, Leonardo! A whole fucking year! Half a year without writing, and then you don’t show, and another year later you expect a hug!?”

“I’m- I’m sorry, (Y/N). They needed me, I- I had to”, Leo stammered, not sure what to tell you.

Raph was surprised. He had never heard Leo stammer and never in front of you. The fearless leader never stammered, not even when he was cold. But a slap to the face by you was what did it.

“And you never thought that I needed you?! Leo, I fucking waited for you everday, even after you stopped writing!”

“Like I said, (Y/N); I’m sorry! They- they needed me in the jungle! They were killing people! Innocent people! I- I had to stay there, I couldn’t just let people get killed!”

“And you couldn’t tell me that at least once during a year and a half? Leo, I thought you were dead when you didn’t come home!”

Leo didn’t answer that. Instead his eyes fell to the ground as he felt guilt eat him from the shell up. Why didn’t he write? He wasn’t sure. He did have the time. Was it because he at one point feared that everyday could be his last, or was it because he for a short time felt he did better saving people in the jungle, than he ever did as a leader for his brothers? He did not know. He had totally forgotten about you and how you must have been feeling while he was gone. Leonardo had fucked up big time, thinking he was saving people, all while leaving the girl he used to call his girlfriend alone in the unknown.

“And you!”, you yelled, turning to Raphael, pointing your finger straight at his face. “This is why you were so angry, wasn’t it?! And yet you didn’t tell me?! How long has Leo been home Raphael?! Huh?!”

Raph snatched your finger in the air, his blood boiling with anger. He just had to say it. Especially in front of Leo, now that you had been yelling at him like that. He just had to stump it further into the wound, even if it meant evoking your anger even further.

“As I recall you didn’t seem to mind me doing you angry while Leo was gone”.

Leo snapped his attention straight at Raphael with that comment. Then he realized. That smell in his room. It was Raphael. It was his own brother. His scent mixed with yours all over his room. On every fucking surface. The realization hit him even harder than any of your words had. He couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it.

“You didn’t”, was all Leo could choke out, feeling his hands shaking.

Raph cured himself and his own anger. He cared for his brother, but his brother never cared for him. Raph’s hurt and insecurities grew stronger than any rational decision he could make up.

“Every night and every day”, Raph said, letting go of you before turning his attention towards his older brother. “Hard and good”. You saw as Leo’s chest moved up and down as his breathing sped up, a fire burning in his eyes. You would be lying if you said it didn’t scare you. Because it did.

“You’re lying”, Leo growled.

“Why would I lie about that? For the same stupid reason you didn’t come home? Because guess what, while you were gone, being a hero in the forest, I took care of her better than you ever did”.

That was what broke Leo. In anger he drew his katanas, not even waiting for his brother to pull out his sai. Raph felt horrible for liking how angry he made Leo. As he dodged his brother's sharp blades, he pulled out his sais, ignoring how you yelled at them to cut it out. The battle that followed was intense, with you yelling at them to stop. But they didn’t. Not until Raph and Leo pinned against the roof.

It was there, staring down at his big brother’s hurt and angry eyes, Raph realized what he was doing. What he had done. Broken his trust with not just you, but his own flesh and blood. And now he was fighting his brother, ignoring the calling of the person he told himself he was doing it for. Just like Leo, he had fucked up. He had fucked up big time.

Raph didn’t know what to do. He was scared. Scared of his own actions against two people he cared for. Therefore he grabbed a hold of his sais and ran. For once he didn’t feel anger, but sadness. And Raph didn’t know what to do with sadness like this, except hiding.

Leo called out for his brother, telling him to call back. Not to fight. No, he knew just as well as Raph that he had fucked up. He had created a burning absence with no closure, and the two of you had found your own way to cope. He was naive to think you would still stick around after a year and a half without a single word.

Anger burns bright and hot, and kept unchecked it will bring down everything around it. And now you, Raph and Leo were all feeling the effects of that burning anger.

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buwheal · 4 months

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[You've Got Mail!]

You can now send your favorite salesman emails!! YAY!!

Here's some rules and information about the askbox.

First and foremost;

I try to answer as many asks as I can, but I will not answer every single one. Sometimes I just cant do anything with it that will work realistically with the perimeters of the world, and I apologize!! Its nothing against you guys!!

(Unless you break the rules ofc.)

So if you dont see yours after a long while, it’s probably something that wont work, sorry! You can always send more than one ask whenever and see if that one works instead!

Besides that, here’s the rest of what you need to know!

[RULES] :

Spamton physically PRINTS OUT each "email", so dont send asks that have a physical interaction. Sorry! Thats just how i decided to set up the world/situation, and is not really anything against you guys :-)

(more of a request than a rule tbh) Preferably try to send real questions or statements. most joke asks are funny, but are surprisingly hard to create an in character response for. You can still send joke asks if you really want to, just dont expect an answer X-P

I know he may be a personification of spam emails... BUT DONT SPAM!!! I mean it! It clogs the askbox and is a real pain. You can send him more than one ask, though, as long as you arent repetitively sending a ton in a short burst!!

Dont be sexual or romantic, please! Even "As a joke". I dont like Spamton like that and it makes me uncomfortable, plus I can't really answer that in character in a way that wouldnt provoke more of that. Thank you!!

Be respectful and patient!! I am just one person doing everything, lol, and this got far more popular than anticipated, so i will take a long time. I try my best to get at least one out every other day but i'll need breaks eventually!!!

I cannot spawn or give/spawn/materialize things for/to Spamton if you ask because of the way it’s set up. You are really just lines of text from a computer to Spamton, BUT... You can still do a lot if you think outside the box. or,, errr,, outside the computer. Kind of. Your words and your actions affect him and his reactions to you, so word it correctly and you can get him to do something or say something. Hes not stupid though, and he CAN usually tell when your intentions are... less.. than good.

[INFORMATION] :

[YGM!] is technically an AU!!! not only do the events of the game not occur, but this is also set before then!

Asks are put out one a day, regardless if i have more than one, UNLESS i need to connect two(or more) to complete one event.

I am one person doing every ask and every unique frame of art, so expect 1 ask (If youre lucky, two) maybe every other day Monday-Friday depending on my workload per day. I have weekends off so more asks, around 2-3, CAN (but usually arent) be done for future use.

This is just for fun!! I am using the askbox to exercise my drawing consistency, Spamton's personality, and the way he speaks and responds to different situations! This is a way I am using to improve my understanding of him as a character, so it wont be always consistent as I am growing and learning!

Just a little disclaimer, he WILL be mean. He is a sour, nasty, grumpy, bastard and I am absolutely not opposed to him responding as such. Just keep that in mind when sending an ask if you dont want that!

If you want a common outcome, talk to other people about it! go crazy! I dont mind long threads on my posts if you want to create a plan. Infact, I can even help and tell you things occasionally!!

What you say to him DOES and WILL affect the way he responds. Trust is lost far easier than it is gained, so keep this in mind. It is possible to regain his trust, but still hard. He is not a trusting person to begin with and being mean certainly doesnt help. BUT.. I am not opposed to being mean. Infact, they are quite fun to do. Either way is entertaining for me, so do as you will. YOU can choose to hurt or help him.

Using tone tags, while not required, are really helpful and assist me in understanding the intention in your ask if you think it may be interpreted another way! (i.e. sarcasm) :-)!!

I pick and choose asks depending on his situation, or if i have a good idea for a response, so you may need to wait a bit before i can get to yours!! Ones that i have an idea for take priority, especially when its to progress a scene. Or, alternatively, i am saving your ask for something i have planned.

I WILL reuse frames and poses to get these out faster and for my convienence :-) especially for the frames where there is no need to change his pose! So like.. dont think too hard about it lol.

Also, i prefer if you specify if the ask is for me /or/ Spamton. I do still do normal asks, lol. If its for me, just let me know!! I can usually tell, but most asks will be interpreted as for Spamton. I appreciate ones that start with his name before said thing is asked/stated specifically!! (i.e. "Spamton, __ __ __")

I wont be consistent with the way its answered. Sometimes it's one panel, sometimes its a couple panels, or sometimes they're animated gifs!! It varies depending on what i feel, so if youre lucky you can get a gif, lol. Those take longer usually though. Ive mostly switched to a gif formatting rather than multiple panels in a comic style, for the formatting! The animation quality can vary :-)

Thats about it!! Have fun!! ^_^

#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #[you've got mail!]#<- this is the askbox tag!#deltarune spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton askbox #[YGM!]#[YGM!] questions

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blackpilljesus · 5 months

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I've not dated or had close relations with moids in years. I've been on the path to spending the rest of my days as a single childfree woman & committing to it as an osawoman. During this time here's what I've learnt, shorter version here:

This lifestyle is a privilege - being able to exist without having to directly depend on a moid romantically/sexually is a luxury. Know the privilege you have and how you can take full advantage of it and keep yourself set. We arent living this way solely bc we're smarter, we were just momentarily luckier. Most women are a political/natural disaster away from losing everything. Bear this in mind; along the way think of "what if" to best start preparing yourself.

Dont bother justifying your ways to people - Most wont and dont want to get it. Save your breath. By getting into back and forth arguments over not marrying moids & not having children you are digging a deeper hole for yourself by giving them more fodder to counter. They wont change their minds. End the conversation short & move on.

You cant save everybody - Ditch the saviour complex. We all get dealt bad hands in life; some worse than others. Other peoples lives arent your responsibility, there's only so much you can do because you've got your own issues too. Besides some are too far gone, you'll only end up drowning or being burned trying to save others especially if they dont want saving.

Recruitment is a waste of time - I often see extensive discourse around this topic w/ some women trying so hard to recruit others into this lifestyle or being separatists, wgtow, etc. All this does is waste time that can be spent on building instead. If some women dont get it oh well it's not the end of the world (although every woman does get it, they're just doing what they can t survive) it doesn't matter long term TO YOU because if you're serious you dont need other womens understanding/stamp of approval to build a network/resources for women; you can get started without them; heck some may join once they see the value like how so many women broke up with their partners after watching the barbie movie. Some women are more focused on recruitment than living the single childfree life they claim to be about and it consumes them - dont let recruitment consume you. Besides other women willingly engaging with moids buys you some time; those who know - know.

Most activism is a waste of time. Things only change when it benefits those in power but they will never relinquish their power entirely. It's great to put knowledge out there for others to learn but getting into discourse having to justify yourself & being swallowed by your activism will do more harm than good. Most activism is a stepping stone at most for the next chapter of your life. Learn to game the system instead of changing the system.

Focus on yourself. Everything as we know it is rooted in the system that has been perfected over the millenias. The problems of misogyny, racism, ableism, etc have existed before we were born and will exist after we die (part of why im not birthing into this mess). Trying to change it is a losing battle. This doesnt mean dont advocate or care about anything but look out for yourself first & be comfortable learning to existing between the cracks. It'll be quite the exercise tho as we've been socialised to prioritise others.

This is not a lifestyle one simply chooses it's something that chooses you. This isn't for everyone, those who know; know. If you require a lot of convincing or handholding then it isn't for you.

It gets lonely. Not because of not having a moidfriend; even when partnered with them many women still feel lonely. It's because most women are moid centric / obsessed and would want to be partnered with an xy someday or already are. Very few women truly commit to or understand this lifestyle irl tbh. Even my moots who are separatists or just single & childfree are halfway across the world. However that said, many women in the community can also be toxic; holding each other to high standards and there being constant bickering. You can befriend moid partnered women but be careful with them. We're surrounded by the system, existing out of core elements of it will come with a degree of isolation but on the bright side there's also peace if it all goes well.

Less is more. The less you say to others the less ammunition they have to hit you with. Bragging about this lifestyle to our predators will only make things harder because they've already got a huge upperhand. Too many of us moving in one go will bring unprecedented waves we're not ready to deal with. See 2, 3, and 4.

Ignorance is not bliss. Completely cutting off from xys including knowledge of their evil will make you unprepared should a threat strike. Not understanding moids nature is how some women think things are as easy as getting up and walking away without considering security & other factors then get suprised when moids strike. I'm not saying drown in true crime & xy evil but dont stray too far you lose touch of reality. Side note this is why women are gaslit about moids nature so that they dont have the chance to effectively prepare. Stay informed. I constantly learn from the women around me. Pay attention to xy motives & tactics. The power they hold, possible moves they may play etc. You wont be able to know/guess everything but stay in the loop nonetheless.

You will make mistakes be prepared to learn

It gets easier to control your attraction to moids overtime (if you're osa) as your focus is elsewhere as you realise there is a more fulfilling world out there beyond marriage & kids. Also life is just so much better. I know most women want the fairytale prince charming or an angel nigel but it's just not happening. Especially in a world like this. The freedom to be able to exist as a person & not a slave/punching bag for a rape ape is BLISS. You get so comfortable with it you wont wanna be with moids anyway especially when you see what other women go through. (Side note this is why women are pushed to being with moids as early as possible so this level of enlightenment is never reached & instead all women know + become accustomed to is suffering at the hands of moids).

As time passes and you mature into this lifestyle you can tell who's new and who's got skin in the game. I wont elaborate here as it'll digress and this note is long as is but those who know; know.

There's so much work to be done it'll last a lifetime. This lifestyle ain't easy. It strays from the norm so the typical guardrails that come with traditional options are out of the picture. The good news is that you can spend time crafting your own blueprint to follow or share with others who are willing. There's such little in terms of infrastructure & resources for single childfree women and yeah xys will likely try to destroy these things but at the same time if it can be done go for it and bear xy threat in mind we gotta start somewhere.

A purpose/guide is important. It's something that's going to guide your life through the ups and downs because it wont be a smooth ride but it'll be something that can make you in situations that break you. This isn't a "fuck you" to moids directly, it's about ourselves. Seeing this lifestyle as some type of "gotcha" against moids will only make things harder and lowkey misses the point of decentering them. I have my reasons for never getting married or having children that are solid (if you need inspiration checkout r/breakingmom on reddit). True comes from seeing something as bigger than yourself; find a purpose in this line of life to keep you going.

Invest in yourself. Personally, financially, etc. Pretty obvious but especially now that you're going to be more alone you need to be able to count on yourself more. With enough investment it can help other women too.

Invest in female network. No gyn is an island. Even though I'm not much of a social person the friends I have make my life better; they've been supportive but also honest. Also support female centric spaces online & offline; they're all that we have lest we be banished to the silo prison of the "nuclear family" or exploitative misogynistic communities.

Get comfortable disassociating/cutting people off. If you want to survive some things/people will simply just have to go.

You arent owed anything from other women, but you dont owe them anything either. The operating word here is owed, I aint saying women shouldn't help each other - I'm saying dont feel entitled. The feminist "girls support girls" schtick is bullshit. We're in a cold world full of ruthless oppression where everyone is just trying to survive however they can; in many cases it helps women survive when they turn on other women instead of on moids. Solidarity works because those who have solidarity politically speaking are people with power, it works in their interest to stand & work together as to keep + maintain their privileges in society so there wont be much female solidarity as in many cases it's not worth it to women long run. It aint right but that's how they perceive it so watch your back.

Everything is political. Always remember this. Many (privileged) people try to downplay politics & its effect but it runs our world which is why they want you blind to it. Pay attention.

There's merit to being around like-minded women even if it's just online. Like I said before it gets lonely. Very few women are willing to face & accept the truth about maIes. Being around like-minded women can be depressing sometimes as they drop blackpills bitter than you can initially handle but at least you dont feel so isolated/crazy.

#i will update this with a shorter version later #female separatism #female separatist #radical feminism #radical feminist #blackpill feminism #feminism #blackpill feminist #wineauntmovement #feminist #single life is the best life #single life #wine aunt #childfree

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sensitivebellybutton · 4 months

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A Guide to Navel Pleasure Part 3: Partner Play

Hiya!

It's all well and good making yourself bite your pillow playing with your own belly button, but what about the fateful day you find yourself about to indulge in a totally different person's navel?

FEAR NOT!

I have returned from the shadows to give you some ideas for how to make that special someone reach heaven through their belly button. Remember, this is all about COMMUNICATION and understanding. What's written here is largely subjective to my own belly button, so if something doesn't work don't worry! It's just as fun experimenting with belly buttons.

Firstly, you two need to get in the mood...

PART 1: LETS GET READY-READY

- If you plan on switching roles, make sure both of you are wearing appropriate belly button clothing. Otherwise, ensure your sub is dressed in something that fully exposes their tummy and belly button.

- Have a good, long discussion about your belly buttons and what works best in a solo environment. Do they have an innie or an outie? Do they enjoy a little bit of pain? Can they navelgasm? Are they comfortable with any other supplementary play (like nipples?).

- Have a photoshoot! Like I said in the last post, taking pictures of your belly button sets the mood in a uniquely sexy way. Get all their good angles, take close-ups, point out on the photos where you're going to ravish them...

Hot and bothered? Good. Grab a pen, it's doodling time <3.

PART 2: SPELLING BEE

I got inspired for this technique @buttonpics, and it's feels insanely good. You can do this one solo too, but doing it with a partner adds a whole other dimension, as you'll see.

- Lie your sub down, their belly button exposed and their knot ready.

- Now, softly plant the pen on their chest, letting them feel the cool point, and start to gently glide it down their tummy. When you reach their navel, skirt AROUND it slowly and go all the way to their waistline. Then, go back up, once again avoiding their belly button. You dont want them getting what they want right away, do you?

- Repeat the above step two or three times, or until you feel they're ready. The next time you reach their belly button, start to gently move the penpoint onto their navel rim and softly trace it, making sure to keep it firmly on the outside.

- As they more and more desperate, verbally begin counting down from 10. With each number, inch the pen a little deeper into their navel, still circling. By 1, let your pen dip onto their knot.

- Here's the fun bit: I want you to pick a couple of words in your head. It could be "belly button" or "navel" or "subby button" or whatever. Let your sub know that you have a word in your head, and they are to try and guess what you're spelling out.

- When drawing each letter, make sure you REALLY over-do it. For example, if writing the letter B, draw that first line up agonisingly slowly, then that first and second curve should be hitting as many folds on their knot as possible. Every letter should be exaggerated, making the navel-owner an absolute mess 😈.

- Give your sub little hints as you're writing, because it's quite hard to think straight when your sensitive belly button is being stimulated in such a way. Don't be too hard on them if they don't get it, this is all about making them feel as good as possible.

You can also do this same exercise with shapes, which has the bonus of you being able to colour it in when you're done (thinking about how that feels makes me 🤯)

PART 3: NAVELINGUS

The holy grail of belly button play, the thing that all owners of erogenous navels hope to experience one day, it's belly button licking. Done right, this can be probably the most incredible feeling. Therefore, it's important we get it right!

You may want to give it a good clean before diving in with your tongue, refer to Part 1 of this series for how to get them shuddering with a Q-tip. Also, make sure that your sub is either wearing a short enough top that it won't get in the way of your head, or no top at all. It's just an annoyance otherwise.

- Their whole stomach is your canvas. With your mouth you can lick, kiss, nibble, bite and suck. That's a lot of different sensations, so we're going to use all of them.

- Firstly, you're going to give their tummy as much gentle love as you can. Nibble adoringly up their sides, lick across their lower stomach, deeply kiss their middle while holding their hand, whatever feels right in the moment. Consider their navel a reward for sitting so still and being so good while you pleasured their belly, and only give it to them when they're ready.

- Once again, the rim is your first port of call. Start with a wide, flat tongue on their lower stomach and lick upwards, transitioning to a pointed, sharp tongue as you begin orbiting their navel. The immediate area around their belly button should be glistening with saliva. Another good move is to gently bite on their navel rim, your top teeth digging just a bit below the rim while your bottom teeth lightly graze their stomach.

- Your tongue isn't as precise as many of the tools you will have been used to using, so don't worry as much about targeting small folds and dimples. It also means you can't really tease their walls the same way you would with a pen or toothpick, so when you feel it's right to dip your tongue inside, feel free to do so.

- The motion that is right will be different for everyone, but for me personally up-down motions work a bit better than a swirling motion simply because it stimulates that central knot so much better. However, others may find that swirling motions are better because they're more sensitive around the edges of the knot, for example. This is your time to experiment with what your partner enjoys. If you hear panting, whimpering or any of the other tell-tales signs of pleasure, keep going.

- Suckling is a great one too. Softly absorbing their knot into your mouth lets you run your tongue around the underside of the knot, an area rarely explored and may get quite an explosive reaction. Slowly suckling for a while is also a great way to rest your tongue for a bit without letting up on the naveljob.

- It's possible that your partner will climax while you lick them. If they start telling you they're going to cum or you suspect they may be close, KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! No speeding up, no changing direction or technique, just keep it as it is. Keep licking through their orgasm too for maximum brownie points.

And that just about does it! I haven't got the most time in the world to write these so it's not as full of content as I may have liked, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway! I'm considering combining all my current guides into a big google doc (plus loadss more) as one big belly button manual hehe, so stay tuned for that!

#sensitive belly button #bellybutton #navelplay #deep navel #sensitive navel

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sscrubberhose · 27 days

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Ya got any dialtown headcanons? :3

hooo boy. ive been chewing on this all day and I think i have a decent amount to say!

Spoilers for Dialtown!

Tw for mentions of suicidal ideation and religious guilt

Phone/Typegingi:

-Is aware of everything that happens in my fics but forgets

-is more aware of how people perceive them than people give them credit for, wants to make everyone happy

-has a strong fear of being alone, which is why they bother people so relentlessly. if they were to be fully ignored for an extended period of time they would have a breakdown

-Has both the phone and the typewriter head and can change them out at will, dont ask where they keep them.

-has bitten theoroar many, many times and will do so again. is even more fearful and hateful of him after the zoo explosion

-has a lot of love to give and genuinely prefers being around their friends

-has a level of intelligence that is genuinely sort of surprising sometimes. this intelligence is used at random

-is surprisingly easy and hard to kill at the same time

-the narrator is actually a separate entity to them who cares about them very much

-seems to be passively suicidal but no one can tell if theyre joking or not

-roger rabbit rules, whatever biology is funniest is what they have

-perceived height changes based off of this rule as well. no one notices.

-breaks into town hall once a month for funsies

-enjoys sweet things quite a bit

-autistic beast

Randy:

-is actually a decent cartoonist, but rarely draws due to hand pain. likes drawing gingi and oliver the most

-has a lot of religious guilt due to growing up catholic with a very very strict, religious father, left home as soon as he could. also why he is afraid to talk to God.(hobo)

-father harped on him his entire childhood about being a burden, now feels that he owes the world for existing. this is slowly healing.

-due to his upbringing hes still learning how to function as an adult, i.e cleaning, cooking for himself, things like that. hes working on it!

-has sensory issues, has ASD

-fear of cgi animals comes from having to watch weird religious propaganda films for kids when he was young. he is getting over it thanks to oliver.

-extremely observant and notices things a lot of people don't, but usually doesnt say anything for fear of being annoying

-knows shooty and stabby on a first name basis(not that he knows whos who)

-sees Norm as a father figure but would never admit that

-has a long list of phobias that hes working on recovering from, but is too nervous to go to therapy for

-has a LOT of plushies in the ticket booth that Oliver and Gingi have given him, refuses to get rid of any of them

-taking the bandage off wont instantly kill him, he doesn't know this.

-can skateboard, does not do this often

-gets sick very easily, has to be forced to rest as he tries to insist hes not sick

-is roommates with Oliver, they have a bunk bed

-got his number changed so the hotline wasnt tied to him anymore

-is actually a good singer, never sings due to thinking he sucks. Will hum to himself while working at the ticket booth

Karen;

-Has actually gotten fairly close to the other datables since the conclusion of the game, doesnt know how to express this

-Visits Dialtown for a few months out of the year to catch up and spend time with her friends

-part of her contract with helping rebuild was better wages for those who worked at the bank. It took a lot of arguing but she felt that no one should suffer like she did.

-expresses her love for her friends by making them ponysonas. Is a huge pegasister. will infodump about it for hours to anyone who will listen

-enjoys botanical illustrations the best, next to drawing horses

-draws horses with normal horse heads as a form of abstraction

-puts capsaicin oil in her paints so Gingi will stop drinking them. This did not work.

-enjoys vintage movies and game shows and talks at length with Oliver about them when they go out for coffee or dinner together.

-she and randy doodle together sometimes

-also has severe sensory issues and has safe outfits she wears. will cry if she has to touch certain fabrics. (LOOKING AT YOU CRUSHED VELVET)

-safe foods are microwave dinners and pasta, but she keeps her diet balanced.

-her and Norm get along now and will sometimes go for hikes and chat about life(and ways to wrangle gingi)

-allergic to shrimps

-can play piano

Oliver:

-Got a new therapist who doesnt think hes weird or annoying(it didnt phase him but thats not groovy to say to someone)

-has POTS, often needs to sit down at work so he doesnt faint.

-is a HUGE horror fan, could tell you everything about the behind the scenes of every major and minor horror movie to come out in the last decade.

-works as a haunt actor for the Dialtown Haunted House every single Halloween, wants to run it someday

-has a log of every new thing he notices about Gingis biology, the log is three books long now.

-Really wants to run a youtube channel where he does amateur ghost hunting with randy, has yet to convince randy that this is a good idea

-is very physically affectionate, though he does ask permission first before touching anyone!

-Has had top and bottom surgery and is comfortable where his transition is, thankfully his insurance under Mr. Dickens covered it! (Mingus isnt a TOTAL monster)

-has a digital scrap book of all his favorite memories with his friends

-makes rage comics unironically.

-favorite color is actually black, red just seems to be his thing!

-has been legally adopted by Mr. Dickens but decided to keep his last name as Swift because "it was rad."

-is actually friends with most of the ghosts and poltergeists that live in the cinema/scareshack

-kept the popcorn and soda dispensers, but got the soda dispensers to dispense SODA and not...whatever the fuck it was doing before.

-helped renovate the basement of the cinema into a haunted maze that he helped design, the theme changes once a year!

-got those unicycle lessons and knows how to juggle as well!

-likes rollerskating, has Heelys on all the time

-allergic to peanuts

-can play guitar

Norm:

-Is aware that Gingi sees the face on the sticky note change and thinks its sort of funny

-Is actually good friends with God and the two go out to lunch once or twice a month

-enjoys fishing and will take Randy and Oliver on fishing trips, Gingi usually follows regardless of invite.

-Sees himself as a father figure to most of the dateables, and is willing to fill in that role.

-apologized to Karen for his behavior by baking her fresh bread. is actually an extremely good cook

-irises and pupils are both void black due to exposure to the wormhole. He has not noticed this. Eyes used to be honey brown.

-Has to stop Mingus from doing a new evil scheme once a month, has a spray bottle for this purpose.

-does actually have other outfits for when the space suit needs to be washed, is never seen outside the house when this happens

-Oliver, Karen, and Randy have seen his real face, they were like "cool" as Gingi is just...far weirder.

-i imagine him as strawberry blonde. Short hair, either buzz cut or just short. maybe some stubble. I dont have a good image of what his face looks like, it is just bag to me

-not great at public speaking but REALLY good at pretending to be

-is actually very good at using technology but will sometimes pretend not to be just to tease Oliver.(it works every time)

-can also play guitar

Bigfoot:

-...no.

-okay okay i have one. You could use his fur to make yarn IF you washed it. You will never be able to get close enough to brush him though.

Misc headcanons:

-heads can be repurposed after death, like cadaver bones!

-the more popular headtype for modern business men and women is a laptop

-after what happened to Callum Crown, the answering machines function was completely separated from memory storage

-Snakes have syringes for heads

-peter and his wife are poly and want roger to be their third, but roger is as dense as a brick and peters too formal to just say it out loud.

-Harry and Jack are a couple in this universe, Jack is just a very odd boss to work for regardless

-Billy is Abel's kid. The mother is unknown. probably a one night stand.

-the swans miss randy :(

-there are a few headtypes that are banned for various reasons, one of which is having a megaphone AS your head.

-Roger is autistic and has a stutter, and sometimes has to use ASL to communicate. Peter knows ASL for this reason

-The Narrator could talk to the others, but only if it was an emergency

-all Dialtown OCs are canon. theyre in town somewhere, having fun and living their lives!

-Dialtown is bigger than shown in game, including the town square which has a fountain and a park surrounding it, as well as a skate park, rec center, arcade, a pizza place, etc.

-all the dateables have met satan at least once, they just didnt know thats who that was

-shooty and stabby are dating, theyre just very bromance about it. good for them...

-rotery phone heads are coming back in fashion as a sort of 'retro' vibe.

-getting prosthetics/emergency plastic surgery and medical care is actually quite accessible.

-jerry and his wife come visit dialtown every christmas soley so that gingi doesnt run all the way out there to visit them and get hopelessly lost. theyre doing quite well!

-there are competent members of the dialtown mob but they dont really do much other than hang out at the bar

if i think of anymore Ill let you know!! thanks for askin!

#dialtown #answered #text post #headcanon #sorry this was so bloody long

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pav-ia · 6 months

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hello! So happy that someone is doing Pavia x reader, I have been obsessed with this man since the game released.

Can you do coming out to Pavia as genderfluid/transmasc?

thank you :3

uwaaaa this req is so cute ily anon

i hope u dont mind if i just did a very non gender specific “coming out” comfort ^^ lmk if u want it to be more specific c:

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cw: gn reader, fluff, reader comes out to pavia, pre established relationships, pavia calls you (hopefully) gn petnames in italian

this has been weighing on your mind for a while now.

you know he knows youre anxious about something — hes just perceptive like that.

it took a while for you to come to this decision, but you feel like its taken just as long to find the courage to tell him.

“seriously cuore mio, whats up with you?” he asks, leaning over you. you had been staring absentmindedly at the counter for god knows how long, as he pressed his chest to your back to grab a spoon from the cabinet above you.

“its nothing-! im fine.” you quickly assure him. he gives you a skeptical look, but doesnt pry as he returns to the sofa where he was lounging just moments prior.

god, it was admittedly hard to sleep that night. the question weighed on your mind — do you tell him? or do you just leave the question there? maybe you could hint at it, or just ignore it, tell him at a later date.. its all so confusing.

he didnt push your boundaries at all, but did offer his assistance if you needed it. you declined out of anxiety.

…

maybe you should tell him.

but any attempts at explaining your current crisis to him ended up with you awkwardly shifting the conversation to a separate topic.

eventually after many failed attempts, you decide on writing it out. you could clearly and properly explain your emotions, your decision and you wouldnt miss a beat.

the letter ended up being quite short, actually. you couldnt decide on how to phrase it, and you realized that you didnt have anything to say other than just a simple “i think i prefer this gender identity!”

you stuffed the note in your pocket. youd leave it on his nightstand tomorrow.

that very day, you two had a date planned. you had your hand stuffed down your pocket, fiddling with the corner of the small paper as he took you out to shopping, insisting you try on different outfits hed picked out for you — as you stepped out of the changing room, he had a suspicious grin on his face.

he handed you your jacket, insisting on checking out with the pieces you liked(even if you were hesitant to accept), and guided you out of the boutique. he was oddly quiet as you walked down the street, unfolding the wrapper of a lollipop and placing it on his tongue before his gaze drifted down to you.

“you do know you are vita mia to me?” he said with a small smile. you tilt your head to the side nodding slowly. hed used quite a lot of various nicknames on you, so you assumed it was affectionate.

“so tell me— is this why youve been so stressed this week?” he twirls something between his fingers, and you realize that its the note you were planning on giving to him. your eyes widen, but he takes the candy out of his mouth and presses his lips to your forehead before you could speak.

“i love you. im happy you trust me with this, splendore.”

#%write #pavia x reader #pavia reverse 1999 x reader #pavia fluff #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia x you

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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hiiii, could you write headcanons for the dorm leaders about what you think their ideal s/o would be like?

(if you dont write for that many people, then idia and riddle are just fine :))

Sorry we couldn't write for some of the dorm leaders since we aren't that knowledgeable with some of them and we were trying to post another new content after a few days of being inactive so this is a little rushed.^^

(these are just some of the things we think the dorm heads would want in a s/o so don't worry if you don't have some of these qualities cuz the twst boys will still love you nonetheless <3)

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CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia x reader

Riddle:

I think since Riddle grew up in a very strict household he would like an s/o that's really carefree, but wouldn't go over the line of being a rule breaker

Someone who's on the same ground level as him (and no I don't mean that in height XD), someone that can be as responsible as him and put's effort into being neatly dressed and on time to classes.

Maybe someone that has a little sense of unpredictability, Riddle is already used to having his schedule planned out for the day so having an s/o that carries that air of slight mystery around you is a really refreshing sight for him.

Someone that's caring and would always put other's first before yourself, and is willing to stay and listen to him through all the ups and downs in his life.

As long as you can be serious when needed but still have that silly side around you that could even cheer the coldest of hearts up and encourage him to keep going<3

Idia:

When it comes to Idia, I personally don't think he would mind if his s/o is an extrovert or an introvert

as long as you're not too obnoxious and are willing to go along with his otaku antics then he's more than happy to have you for an s/o

And speaking of otaku he would very likely want an s/o that's into the things that he likes such as anime or tinkering around with technology ( he wants it to be his bonding thing with you <3)

A patient s/o. He knows he can be very difficult at time, heck even ortho has a hard time getting him out of his room, so someone that's willing to be patient and wait for him even when he can be very harsh with his words but will still put up with his difficult attitude

Someone caring is a need for him! He's not the best at taking care of his health so he needs someone to remind him to when he needs to stop playing games and rest or eat healthy food instead of junk foods (again he'll be stubborn about it but he'll try just for you :))

Malleus:

I think we all know what Malleus’s type is.

It’s quite known that Malleus is feared by the students of NCR(except the diasomnia group) so of course, he’d want to be with someone who isn’t afraid of him

He’d want someone who understands him, because of his powerful aura he’s often misunderstood by the people.

I think he would be the type to like a curios s/o. It greatly entertains him how ones mortal mind works, so to indulge his own curiosity he would like to get to know what little things pique your interest aswell.

Someone that'll join him in his little strolls around NRC, generally someone that'll spend time with him enjoying the little things in life

He knows the clock is always ticking, and how fast the sand of time flutter in the air, so having an s/o that'll stay by his side no matter what is always a very reassuring gesture to him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x mc #riddle rosehearts x you #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x mc #idia shroud x you #idia x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x mc #malleus draconia x you #malleus x reader

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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ur work is sosooosooooo good omg can i request a lil skz reaction if you aren’t too busy? it’s not close to valentine’s day yet but i’m in the sentimental mood, could you do their reaction to their s/o doing a big romantic gesture for them? love the fluffy vibes you give!!!!

stray kids when their s/o does something romantic for them

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 1.4k

warnings: not proofread!!

please like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

arranges a spa day. let's be real; a spa date was long awaited. if anyone deserves a little spa sesh, it's channie. he works so hard, gets himself all stressed and worked up about things. he has so many responsibilities, so many things to think about and people to take care of. so yes, when you tell him you're treating him to a spa date, he very much welcomes and appreciates the idea. its something he would consider as romantic because he needs it, and the fact that you thought he would like it makes him feel super happy.

he loves the steam room because he thinks it's so cool and he is so surprised about how much he relaxed during his session. honestly, he thought he was still going to be tense and be thinking about things. but being with you in this experience just makes him feel so much more happier. the massage treatment was his favourite, obviously. he will continue to thank you forever because his joints feel better, his shoulders feel lighter, and he just feels so much more at peace.

lee know

takes care of his cats. we all know minho worries about his dear little precious fluffy babies a whole lot. and rightly he should! they are his family and mean so much to him afterall. but on occasions where they aren't feeling well or had just had a visit to the vet for an operation or something, thats when he worries about them the most. he wants to be there and keep an eye on them to make sure they keep out of harms way and try and make them as comfy as possible, but his job doesn't allow him the same flexibility as it used to.

you decide to take it upon yourself to volunteer to look after these fluffy little creatures. you dont even bat an eye when you tell him you're staying to look after them. you don't know just how. much this gesture means to him. with you, he knows that they are in safe hands and that he doesn't have to worry as much about them. he's so forever greatful to you. your relationship with his cats are important to him anyways, so this is just the icing on the cake.

changbin

goes on a trip with him. changbin has quite a sense of responsibility, but he also has a real lust for life. he has this incurable sense that there is more to life than just: wake up, workout, got to work, sleep, and repeat. he likes exploring and experiencing new things. variety is what keeps him going. so when you say you want to take a spontaneous trip away with him, he is so down. he loves the idea of just escaping the realities of every day life and spending time with you elsewhere, to focus on you and just having fun.

his favourite trip yet has been going back to his hometown. this was actually your idea; you felt it would give him great comfort. he was able to revist some important, nostalgic places form his childhood, as well as places he took for granted at the time, now able to look at them with fresh eyes and a developed brain. he got to appreciate these things as the adult he is now, and that is something truly special.

hyunjin

paints a picture of him. hyunjin was at first shy sith his talents with art, but soon readily showed and taught you how to paint, considering your keen interest in his new hobby. he didn't realise it himself but he was a very good teacher, and you got to learn many good skills from him. and so, with these skills, you decide that you would create a beautiful masterpiece of your boyfriend, showing him that he is the perfect teacher and giving him something to convey appreciation for him.

when you finally gave him the finishing product, at long last, he teared up. there was a note that came with it: 'you are the art i see in every day life. getting to know you and the way you see the world has been such a beautiful experience. may we continue to share the world together, my dear artist.'

han

writes him a song. of all the songs he has written about you, expressing his feelings, his adoration, the articulation of his love for you through the lyrics he had written late at night, you figured it was about time you gave the same amount of effort back to him. your talented, hardworking boyfriend inspired you so much, so writing a song about him was the least you could do. you even asked for a bit of guidance from changbin and channie to perfect the song.

but writing the lyrics was easy. this song was an expression of love for him. and hell, you could go on and on about how much he meant to you; how much he had changed your life for the better. its safe to say that when you finally played him the song you write for him, he cried buckets. he had no idea you would put this much effort into a gift for him. how greatful he was for you now.

felix

completes the bucket list. felix has a bucket list his been adding things onto since he was a child. part of him didn't think he would actually complete most of those things on the list; some things were really specific, and others were super vague. but you had the idea to complete the things on his list with him. that way, he would be motivated to go and you would both make memories together.

so when he showed you his bucket list again, ideas decide to form in your head. you saw different things on it: go to disneyland, learn to ride a horse, bungee-jumping, marvel marathon, tie dye a t-shirt - clearly all very random ideas he accumalated over time. you'd surprise him one day with one of these things, perhaps starting off small and working your way up to the bigger stuff. "you really want to do all this with me?" he will questioning with a beaming smile on his face. "of course" you'll reply, not knowing how touched he felt by this.

seungmin

set up a zoom date. honestly? covid and the whole lock down situation took a massive toll on seungmin. being isolated from everyone and not being are to see his favourite people really made him feel low. he felt restrained and trapped in his own environment. but not being able to see your face everyday hurt him especially. he felt so hopeless without you, and his mood got from bad to worse. he felt like there was more of a disconnect and he was worried that his relationship with you will weaken and slowly fade away due to the circumstances.

so when you come up with the idea to a zoom date for the first time, seungmin was deeply touched. you would get dressed up for him and everything, have a little candle on the side and try to eat the same thing for dinner as if you were sharing food. he found it so adorable and his deep love for you was affirmed by your kindness and persistent love that kept him going during these difficult times.

jeongin

buys him something important. jeongin likes shopping for different bits and bobs but jn general he is very good with his money. he likes to save money for the future, but also save up to buy something expensive to treat himself after working so hard on a new comeback. it's a habit he has gotten into and he likes having that freedom to buy something meaningful and well thought out after so long. and so he has a specific item in mind that he's been saving up for and wants to buy, getting excited to purchase it when the time is right.

and that's where you come in with the idea to buy it for him instead. you know how much he has wanted this gift and you thought that it would be a grand gift to tell him how amazing he has done and how his efforts have paid off. honestly, when he sees that you have bought it for him, he is so shocked, totally stunned out of his seat and doesn't know what to do with himself at all. he would have never expected you to do this at all and he feels to loved and appreciated by you.

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plushii-gutz · 8 months

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Aaand here's part 10. I love writing these goobers, but I think it's time to have a change of pace.

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Glaishur only now returned to his bedroom. It was late, definitely past midnight. Having slept in so late the previous days, his sleep schedule was all over the place, and unfortunately, it was enough to wake up his partner as well. He knew he'd fall asleep again eventually. It may just take a bit.

He had left to get himself and Attmoz some water, running into Furnoss on his way. Neither spoke a word to each other. Nothing more than a nod of the head as they returned to their designated rooms. Glaishur chose not to question it. Now, he was finally back in bed, neither he nor Attmoz dehydrated anymore.

"Why can't I ever be big spoon?" Glaishur asked.

"Well, one, you're shorter," Attmoz started.

"We're th' same height!"

"And two, you drool in your sleep, and I just washed my hair."

"That.. ok, I ain't got an excuse for that."

"You do not."

The two shuffled the blankets around, settling themselves back down to sleep. The room was cool, enhancing the comforting warmth from under the covers. The chattering bugs outside the window were quite loud - louder than they ever would have been back on their previous island. It was a tad bit annoying, but they would learn to adapt eventually. It was better to.

"Attmoz?"

"What's up?"

"Are you feelin' alright?"

"What'cha mean?"

"I mean.. are you ok? I know you're real cool 'bout everything, but.. but we've been through a lot."

The critters filled in the silence. Attmoz rested his chin on Glaishur's head.

"Frosty, you've been through more than anyone.. you died, man. You got hurt, you got trapped in that weird snowy world, spent years thinking of yourself as some kind of failure, which obviously isn't true. I don't think it matters all too much on my end."

"Just 'cuz I've been through more doesn't mean you've been through nothing. You still watched th' castle burn. You still lost the only home we ever had. You still lost Galvana's trust. You lost me, too. I can't imagine that feelin' too good, even with how tough you are."

The air Celestial held his breath for a moment.

"You're back now. It's ok."

"But I was still gone. You didn't know I'd be comin' back - no one did. I ain't in the fire anymore, but that still pokes at me every day."

The memory was haunting for both of them. For everyone. The feeling of flesh and blood that wasn't his own sticking to the cloud monsters hands, the heat from the fire in contrast with the coolness of the rain. The sorrowful, empty days that followed. Glaishur rolled over to face his partner.

"I know you don' wanna talk about it, but.. maybe when th' doctor comes back around. Maybe you can get some stuff off your chest. I dont wanna make anyone feel like they aren't allowed t' talk. Especially you."

Attmoz's hug grew a little tighter, the cold monsters face being smothered in the fluff around his neck. He still carried the smell of a sugary scented shampoo.

"How did you ever stop hurting?" Attmoz asked.

"I didn't."

Glaishur silently promised to return the care and support he had been given for these many years. Starting with a night of comfortable sleep. He let Attmoz cry, having to hold back some tears himself. Glaishur hummed the same tune they had learned over the years, lulling both of them to a comfortable slumber.

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Neither bothered to leave the bed the next day, even less so the room. Furnoss seemed to have the same situation, still sleeping off the previous nights adventure.

Strombonin and G'joob had agreed to swap roles today, Strombonin returning to Cold Island temporarily, while G'joob made sure to protect the castle and its residents. It wasn't too hard to simply warm up some leftovers from the previous breakfast and serve the kids, so long as they didn't get their hands on the syrup. Hornacle was provided with their needed antibiotics unknowingly, the medication mixed into a cup of yogurt with a bit more sugar sprinkled in than usual. For flavor.

Furnoss appreciated the help. Though falling back asleep before fulling stating his thanks, he was able to get the point across.

"Alright, um. What first, what first."

G'joob took the kids outside, knowing their enjoyment of the outdoors. They themself was quite fond of it, too. He did a count of heads, keeping track of everyone.

"How 'bout we, uh.. get some knowledge in your brains, yeah? Learn a bit 'bout nature."

Blasoom perked up at the idea with excitement, which seemed to rub off on the others. Galvana nonchalantly kicked a rock, seeming a little less up to the trip than the rest. With the mostly positive response, G'joob began the walk into the trees.

"Plant Island has a lot'a different kinds of plant life. There's uh.. Piney trees, which surround most of ya castle. That over there is a Saggle tree, but I wouldn't recommend eating from it. Tastes like rocks."

"What's that one?" Scaratar asked, motioning to a distance tree with golden yellow vines that deepened to a firey orange. Its branches moved at her acknowledgment, almost as if it were striking a pose.

"Beeyoot tree," the Mythical answered. "They know how pretty they are. Don' look too long, or it'll get all mad that it isn't the center of attention."

While the rest carried on, Scaratar's curiosity got the better of her. She made sure to keep them in view, herself leaving to inspect the plant further. It stood tall over her, letting its branches hang low enough for her to reach for. The poison monster gave an enchanted "wow.." lifting an arm. It felt soft to the touch, still gleaming with its brilliant colors.

Suddenly, the ground below her grew distant. Scaratar gave a scared yelp, feeling herself be lifted by the backpack over her shoulders and her limbs grabbing for anything to hold on to.

It was a Fuzzle tree - a mischievous plant that had a record of stealing from monsters picnic baskets and backpacks.

"Put me down!" She yelled, kicking the air. "Syncopite! G'joob! Help me!"

Her words were heard quickly, the group of monsters racing back. G'joob didn't seem to know what to do, not exactly having a manual for this situation.

"Did you bring any treats? Maybe it wants one!" They gave the idea.

"Just take the backpack off, Scaratar," Syncopite said, almost annoyed.

"No! It's mine!" Was all she would yell back. The crystal monster rolled his eyes.

"Can we wait until it loses interest?"

"Fuzzle trees nowadays expect food in exchange," G'joob explained. "We could go back to the castle and -"

The ground below them shook. One of the trees behind them seemed to be moving closer. The kids ran behind Syncopite and G'joob, the former lifting stones from the ground in preparation for a fight. Scaratar felt the branch holding her let go, but instead of falling down, she was lifted up.

"Those damn Fuzzle trees have no manners anymore! Oh, you poor thing."

"Sage! The poison monster cheered. "You're back!"

The plant wubbox sat Scaratar down onto the grass away from the tree. She smiled, the lights dangling from her antlers brightening with her mood.

"Oh, look how tiny you are!" She squealed, scooping up the new monsters with Galvana included. They held onto her arm, glad to see her.

"Tiny, tiny little shorties! Itty bitty little babies! So small!"

"Sage," G'joob interrupted. "Put 'em down."

"G'joob! Haha, how have you been? We haven't spoken in forever!"

She scooped the Mythical up in her other arm, more than glad to add them to the mix. She took a seat on the ground, giving every held monster a little boop on the head to show affection.

"Sage! Down!"

"Right, right."

The wubbox sat everyone down into the grass. The kids were quite shaken up at the encounter, but they enjoyed her already. She seemed fun! Galvana stood with Sage, and she plucked one of the yellow flowers from the vines growing around her limbs and put it in their hair.

"Ok," G'joob caught their breath. "No more Fuzzle trees. No more trees. Uh, kids, this is Sage. She's a Wubbox, which is.. it's like.. uh, this is Sage."

She introduced herself, glad to meet more of the Celestials. She chooses not to ask where Attmoz is, having become all too aware of his mischief a few nights ago. Her Mythical friend explained what they were out doing, as well as questioning why she didn't seem all too surprised to come across literal gods.

"Oh! Well, I.. I didn't know these were the Celestials! I mean, look at them! They're just little monsterlings! Besides, you know we never got to meet them."

"We?" Scaratar echoed.

"Oh, that's right!" Saged gasped. "I have a lot of siblings! There's Coal, Coral, Lumi, Disc, and Robin! Also, Score, but we don't talk about Score. Oh, you should meet them one day! We've been told all sorts of stories about you guys! They'd love to see you!"

Galvana seemed to like the idea. Unfortunately, G'joob slowed the wubbox down. Not anytime soon would anyone be meeting the Celestials. They can't be seen. The kids gave one another looks, confused as to what the adults were talking about. They were able to piece together that they were Celestials - that was obvious. They knew they weren't allowed to be seen, though that rule they didn't understand.

"How about.. we jus' go back to th' castle an' play there instead."

"Can Sage come with?" Scaratar asked, eyes growing round. Damn it.

"Fine. Sage can come too. Jus' try an' keep quiet. We don' want too much attention."

With a new companion, the many monsters returned to their hidden home. Sage rested on her 'stomach', using one arm to support herself up and the other to play with the rest. Of course, Galvana still by her side. Her, Torrt, and Hornacle were able to dig up another hole again, starting up a new soil statue. Blasoom and Scaratar wanted to start a new garden, getting Sage's advice as to where would work best and how to start. Syncopite tagged along, mostly wanting to have a say in what fruits and berries would be planted.

Torrt mashed the muddy ground with water until it had a more clay-like consistency, digging up stones to use for small details on the future sculpture. Hornacle had already begun to make a wobbly silhouette, not sure which of their friends to recreate. While they and Sage started to brainstorm, the Earth Celestial lost their attention to a small yellow butterfly. Galvana watched them run off, sliding down from their spot to follow along.

The butterfly settled on Torrts head, crawling around his hair. They giggled at it, trying to catch it within his hands. Again, it took off. Galvana followed it this time, waiting for it to land. It settled on a flower this time - a dandelion, it seems. Carefully, the two got ready for it to lift off. With a flutter of its wings, Galvana hopped forward.

"You crushed it!" Torrt yelled, grabbing at his hair. "You crushed it!"

The younger monsters rolled back, terrified by the sudden loud voice. In the grass, next to the crushed flower, the beautiful insect twitched its legs. Its golden wings were crooked, bent the wrong way on parts, and hardly moving. The ruckus caught everyones attention, apparently. Just then, the front door to the castle opened. Attmoz stumbled out, Furnoss and Glaishur behind him.

"What happened? Torrt, are you ok?"

The earth monster carefully scooped up the butterfly, holding it up to Attmoz. He took it in his hands, Glaishur looking over his partners shoulder to see.

"Can you fix it?" Torrt asked. If Attmoz could bring back one life, why not another?

The two teenage monsters looked to one another, clear discomfort and unfortunate sorrow deep in their eyes. Furnoss held his tongue.

"We can't fix it," someone finally spoke. It was Sage, accompanied by G'joob, taking the lead. Her energetic voice softened drastically, offering a hand. Attmoz placed the now dead creature in it.

"Why not?" They asked. "Glaishur came back!"

The plant wubbox wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Living is different for butterflies and monsters," G'joob moved in. "You're too young to understand, but.. it's different."

Torrt lowered his head. Sage closed her hands, hiding the scene, and held Torrts hand in the other.

"I promise to explain everything once you're older," she assured. "This was all just an accident. A horrible accident."

Galvana looked over the group, still too stunned to really speak or drag any attention to themselves. They killed something, they weren't thinking - it was an accident! Their eyes looked from their hands to Furnoss.

The wubbox and Mythical took the butterfly and Torrt aside. They made a small hole, letting the deceased rest in the ground. Like flowers, Sage would say. The others remaining took a bit of time to think, but soon enough, they carried on their game.

"This.. is going to be rough," Attmoz sighed. He made sure Glaishur was OK. Other than the both of them still having bedhead, they seemed OK.

"It always has been," Furnoss sighed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He still hadn't fully processed what had happened.

"Who's th' the robot?" Glaishur finally asked the same question the fire monster had. " 'Moz, do you know 'em?"

"Irrelevant."

It didn't take very long for them to return. Torrt went back to playing with Hornacle, Blasoom, Syncopite, and Scaratar went back to making a new garden. Vhamp attempted to play with Galvana again, but they simply weren't interested.

"Wanna jus' sit with them?" Glaishur asked. Furnoss and Attmoz nodded in agreement.

They were reminded every day of the different life they would live, a life they were never supposed to have. They were well aware of the difficulties that will come with it.

But they were ready. They were ready for a new future, a new life. Even with the sacrifices that had to be made. They couldn't - they wouldn't - return to the past.

They were no longer gods. They were no longer fallen stars. They were just monsters. Walking a new path.

#fallen stars msm #my singing monsters #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fanfiction #msm oc

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"For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me."

-- If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

“Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”

-- On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

and as for poetry, i like to talk about "Written in my Dreams by W. C. Williams" by Allen Ginsberg with other people because it's short and rolls over the tongue nicely and i like to come back to it, puts a smile on my face, you know?

i'll also never forget "A Carcass" by Charles Baudelaire from when we read it at school years ago and then again in high school and i have now chosen Les Fleurs du mal as one of the books for my oral school leaving exam, so it's definitely one of those authors i read once and was never able to get out of my head

and last but not least, Louise Glück (may she rest in peace) and her "Theory of Memory" which includes the ending "Right now you are a child holding hands with a fortune-teller. All the rest is hypothesis and dream." and i simply don't have a choice but to love this one

i have so many more favourites, but these are the ones i can think of right now hehe <33

what r ur favourite poems and quotes??

those are brilliant actually

mine are quite, different to what one may think but i like finding meaning in things that other people think are only surface level :

思い出なんかいらん - we don't need memories

this is from the anime haikyuu LMAO which is a fucking volleyball anime and it is the team motto of one of the teams. It is quite honestly my life motto at this point. I used to live in the past, excused people for thing they do now because they were different in the past. they were different in my memories. I was so focused on the past i forgot to enjoy my present. I am done doing that. My memories hold me back. I am tired of it.

"to love and lose and still be kind" - warsan shire

this is pretty self explanatory. i dont think I've had a hard life. but i certainly haven't had an easy one. i have a habit of giving too much of myself to people. I'm working on rectifying that whilst still being kind.

"but i cut people out like tags on my clothing" - conan gray

I LOVE people watching its one of my favourite songs. but this line is really important to me. I've cut the tags off of my clothing for as long as I can remember. ever since i was a kid. I also have a habit of cutting out people the second they break my trust. as easy as cutting off tags from my clothing. I don't think its a good habit or a bad habit. it just. is.

"It's always the ones who are quietest who often have the greatest things to say" - TJ Klune, Wolfsong

This is from one of my favourite books of all time. I was a quiet child for a while. I never got excited for anything and after a while my parents suspected I had childhood depression, we still don't know for sure if I did. It makes a lot of sense though. It took me a while to become confident in my own voice and my own opinions. this quote is really important to me.

"Men don't cry. My daddy taught me that. Men don't cry because they don't have time to cry.

I must not have been a man yet because I cried. I bowed my head and cried." - TJ Klune, Wolfsong

This isn't personal to me in anyway, I just really, really love this part of the book and these two lines in particular.

"I'll be your hands." "I'll be your sanity." - TJ Klune, Ravensong

love has always been something I've read about. but this quote takes the damn cake.

as for poems,

At a Funeral by Dennis Brutus

I analyzed this poem for an English Lit class and the story behind why it was written really stuck with me. It was written after the death of Valencia Majombozi who was shot on the day of her graduation from nursing school. Its a protest poem and it just hits really fucking hard.

Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney

This was the first poem that i ever took inspiration from. I had of course written before, but I really enjoyed Heaney's writing style so it strongly influenced my poem Quietude, which I am planning to submit to the empty inkwell publication...hopefully lol

Identity Card by Mahmoud Darwish

This poem is written as a form of protest poetry as well. Mahmoud Darwish was a Palestinian poet, for those of you who do not know and he wrote this poem about being asked for his identity card by Israeli Officers. Its really, really good.

#IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JSHSKSJSK #this was really fun to make tho #poems #poetry #quotes #english literature #literature #poets #mahmoud darwish

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