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A general cane guide for writers and artists (from a cane user, writer, and artist!)
Disclaimer: Though I have been using a cane for 6 years, I am not a doctor, nor am I by any means an expert. This guide is true to my experience, but there are as many ways to use a cane as there are cane users!
This guide will not include: White canes for blindness, crutches, walkers, or wheelchairs as I have no personal experience with these.
This is meant to be a general guide to get you started and avoid some common mishaps/misconceptions in your writing, but you absolutely should continue to do your own research outside of this guide!
This is NOT a medical resource!!! And never tell a real person you think they're using a cane wrong!
The biggest recurring problem I've seen is using the cane on the wrong side. The cane goes on the opposite side of the pain! If your character has even-sided pain or needs it for balance/weakness, then use the cane in the non-dominant hand to keep the dominant hand free. Some cane users also switch sides to give their arm a rest!
A cane takes about 20% of your weight off the opposite leg. It should fit within your natural gait and become something of an extension of your body. If you need more weight off than 20%, then crutches, a walker, or a wheelchair is needed.
Putting more pressure on the cane, using it on the wrong side, or having it at the wrong height can make it less effective, and can cause long term damage to your body from improper pressure and posture. (Hugh Laurie genuinely hurt his body from years of using a cane wrong on House!)
(some people elect to use a cane wrong for their personal situation despite this, everyone is different!)
(an animated GIF of a cane matching the natural walking gait. It turns red when pressure is placed on it.)
When going up and down stairs, there is an ideal standard: You want to use the handrail and the cane at the same time, or prioritize the handrail if it's only on one side. When going up stairs you lead with your good leg and follow with the cane and hurt leg together. When going down stairs you lead with the cane and the bad leg and follow with the good leg!
Realistically though, many people don't move out of the way for cane users to access the railing, many stairs don't have railings, and many are wet, rusty, or generally not ideal to grip.
In these cases, if you have a friend nearby, holding on to them is a good idea. Or, take it one step at a time carefully if you're alone.
Now we come to a very common mistake I see... Using fashion canes for medical use!
(These are 4 broad shapes, but there is INCREDIBLE variation in cane handles. Research heavily what will be best for your character's specific needs!)
The handle is the contact point for all the weight you're putting on your cane, and that pressure is being put onto your hand, wrist, and shoulder. So the shape is very important for long term use!
Knob handles (and very decorative handles) are not used for medical use for this reason. It adds extra stress to the body and can damage your hand to put constant pressure onto these painful shapes.
The weight of a cane is also incredibly important, as a heavier cane will cause wear on your body much faster. When you're using it all day, it gets heavy fast! If your character struggles with weakness, then they won't want a heavy cane if they can help it!
This is also part of why sword canes aren't usually very viable for medical use (along with them usually being knob handles) is that swords are extra weight!
However, a small knife or perhaps a retractable blade hidden within the base might be viable even for weak characters.
Bases have a lot of variability as well, and the modern standard is generally adjustable bases. Adjustable canes are very handy if your character regularly changes shoe height, for instance (gotta keep the height at your hip!)
Canes help on most terrain with their standard base and structure. But for some terrain, you might want a different base, or to forego the cane entirely! This article covers it pretty well.
Many cane users decorate their canes! Stickers are incredibly common, and painting canes is relatively common as well! You'll also see people replacing the standard wrist strap with a personalized one, or even adding a small charm to the ring the strap connects to. (nothing too large, or it gets annoying as the cane is swinging around everywhere)
(my canes, for reference)
If your character uses a cane full time, then they might also have multiple canes that look different aesthetically to match their outfits!
When it comes to practical things outside of the cane, you reasonably only have one hand available while it's being used. Many people will hook their cane onto their arm or let it dangle on the strap (if they have one) while using their cane arm, but it's often significantly less convenient than 2 hands. But, if you need 2 hands, then it's either setting the cane down or letting it hang!
For this reason, optimizing one handed use is ideal! Keeping bags/items on the side of your free hand helps keep your items accessible.
When sitting, the cane either leans against a wall or table, goes under the chair, or hooks onto the back of the chair. (It often falls when hanging off of a chair, in my experience)
When getting up, the user will either use their cane to help them balance/support as they stand, or get up and then grab their cane. This depends on what it's being used for (balance vs pain when walking, for instance!)
That's everything I can think of for now. Thank you for reading my long-but-absolutely-not-comprehensive list of things to keep in mind when writing or drawing a cane user!
Happy disability pride month! Go forth and make more characters use canes!!!
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Guess what time it is…….
CENTIPEDE TIME !!! she’s finally real,,,,,,,, based off Scolopendra hardwickei or the Indian tiger centipede
Before I go about the process I just want to say you guys have been soooo incredible and I love reading your reblogs and I love the idea knowing I’ve inspired a lot of people,,, the project, although it was a lot of work and I’m feeling not so great as of posting this, still motivates me to want to make another.
(Art process below)
This was entirely freehanded! I have a lot of experience working in 3D art settings that this part came easy to me but I started with a flat base shaped in the pose I’d like the creature in. I used one whole piece cut from a shipping box and filled in the gaps with tape; you don’t need a single piece for the base but for structural integrity it helps a lot. As you can see here I also cut the legs separate and glued them on using hot glue. The vertical cross sections are to give an early support for the structure of the creature, think about the frames of aircraft or boats. During this part I used a pen to mark the width and height of the previous section to get a gradual flow of shapes.
This next part I wish I got more documentation on but after the vertical cross sections I used soda boxes for the thinner and flexible cardboard to add contour lines along the length of the creature, gluing them on the cross sections. I did about 2 strips of this on either side to fill in the space and then I continued to use soda boxes to fold and shape the top of the creature, gluing onto the strips rather than the cross sections (this part was a mistake but I quickly adapted, no issues happened but it did make it slightly less secure). I also gave the legs vertical cross sections as well to shape them for the masking tape.
The worst part, taping everything. I used tape to further shape it how I wanted but that meant going over parts several times. I used 2 different widths of tape for this for efficiency but it doesn’t matter. The legs were very loosely taped and if squeezed then they’d lose their shape; I didn’t bother filling them in because I don’t have materials for that and I let the paper mache help support them instead. Tape was also used to fill any holes and gaps left by the cardboard skeleton.
The next phase is paper mache of which I haven’t done since 5th grade… I was not confident in this step. I used mod podge and a brush to smooth down the paper. Because I lacked materials I used fast food napkins instead of newspaper which worked totally fine, it just tended to tear a bit easier. Some areas required me to get hands on and I don’t really like the texture during this stage so that was fun (lie). I didn’t do too many layers, one for the body and 3 for the back and legs but some projects might demand more. I used half of a 16oz bottle of mod podge btw so please get more than you think you need.
Finally, texture hell!!! I did a base coat of white spray paint and painted everything else with acrylic. Start with your lighter colors first before doing darker ones! I originally mixed some yellow and orange for the body and realized it was too bright and so covered it with orange instead. It also wasn’t until later I realized I could’ve been smarter with my paint so I skipped over the segments that were going to be fully black, saving the orange for the rest of the body. I wanted my centipede to stand out and not look 2D color-wise so I also used the red for the head and tail to give gradients and edges to the orange segments and legs, later going back with burgundy to further darken them but not too much. For the black segments I also used a very watered down layer of sky blue to give a fake shine and show the intended structure of the segments. Do not be afraid to use your hands! I used mine to smudge my detail paints like the black fade on the legs and the back shading. To top it all off I sprayed a clear coat and punched two holes in the underside to hang it up, using thumbtacks angled upwards.
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Senseless
Astarion, Staeve and the others barely survived their last big fight. Staeve can barely take the exhaustion which might or might not be amplified by how his local vampire has been regularly feeding on him. He desperately tries to push through... And Astarion has a few things to say about that.
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Author's Note: This will be quite long, so... sorry! But I have a few things to add about this. First of all, I dedicate this piece of writing to the lovely @velnna - creator of the legendary Staeve and incredible artist! (Check him out if you don't know him already, I will say it again)
This story is a continuation to "Bloodless". Back during writing that I already imagined Staeve being the Tav in that story (but didn't officially make it so). Back then I was waaay to too scared to tag velnna - but: I recently found out (well, he told me himself- and very kindly), that he indeed found it, read it - and liked it! (I was in shock...) And so I immediately thought that I would have to write an actual Staeve x Astarion piece for him. So here we are! @velnna, thank you so much for your kind words - I will be thinking of this and be motivated by it for a long time! And thank you also for all the amazing art you provide this community with!
It's written from the usual second person POV - but it's STAEVE!
Pairing: Astarion/Staeve (You, male reader)
Warnings: none, but major Act 2 spoilers so it will fully remain below the cut
Wordcount: 3,5k
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Barely, just barely had you all made it out of this godsdamned mausoleum alive. And after slaying a demon, oh, some other folks too, completing the Gauntlet of Shar, and a trip to the Shadowfell, you felt positively exhausted. And you felt that it was rightfully earned. Especially knowing that you wouldn’t get much rest before you were taking on an even bigger threat.
No rest for the wicked, it seemed – even though you weren’t entirely sure if that meant you or your foes.
You’d been pretty much exhausted even before you had entered the mausoleum and then what lay beneath (and before a certain devil had made it even worse). All because a certain vampire had to be kept fed and happy. Not that you were complaining about it though.
The two of you had your disagreements about it. Especially since you had already ended up in the dirt once because you might’ve been just a tad too eager about offering your neck to the vampire. You had both agreed to take it a bit slower after that - at least with the whole feeding thing.
Although you had still felt like it hadn’t been that much of a deal, the vampire had kept hissing at you to not be so desperate, as he called it. You would have called it: being way too stubborn to accept some godsdamned help.
And that is what had become of you both: two idiots, not really being able to admit to each other how deeply you actually cared for the other. Until just recently.
But even with that - it still meant you were both very much on uncharted territory. And putting feelings into words after such a long time of just trying to suppress them was by far not an easy feat to achieve.
And then, when you had entered the Shadowlands with barely anything alive in it – what else could you have done but to offer yourself up again? Astarion’s survival instincts had kicked in once more and so had your urge to provide – for as long as you were able to be there for him.
On top of that, the moments of tenderness that always followed, holding each other, kissing each other, deeply, – and before a certain night not long ago, often more – had done their fair share of consoling you about just a little blood loss. Barely anything couldn’t be forgotten as long as you were laying in the arms of someone you wanted to just keep holding onto – right?
But as much as you tried to ignore it: you still felt it. Felt how the generous donations to your local vampire tended to make you a little sluggish. Maybe it was even a bit more than just a little. More than once causing you to only make a critical dodge or lift your blade to parry in the last possible moment. Your A game definitely looked different.
But then again: did you want to be responsible for Astarion’s waning strength when it was so easy to just saunter over to him in the evening? Talk to him, get him to throw some of his sultry lines at you, cheesing your way to the same moment almost every night where you deliberately offered the vampire to feed on you. And he always accepted in the end.
It had become a well practised dance between the two of you over the past time spent in these godsforsaken lands. And so it had been in like about you trying to hide the effects all of this had on your constitution
So, when you had come out of the damned crypt – alive, even if only by a hair – your first order had been to lie down. Just right in front of the stone arch. Right in the dirt.
“Gods above and below”, you whispered, letting out a sigh and spreading out all of your limbs.
As soon as you made contact with the ground you knew it would be next to impossible to get up again in the near future. So, you settled for getting cosy with what you got. Which meant wiggling around until you found a somewhat comfortable position where the sword on your back wouldn’t press too much into your back.
“Gods, Staeve, you couldn’t wait ten seconds?”, Shadowheart scoffed and made a big step over one of your stretched out limbs – too stubborn to actually find a way around you. Incredible, how she still had the energy to be sassy after everything that must be weighing on her mind now. But then again, you really couldn’t blame her for deflecting with a generous amount of sarcasm.
“Ten seconds? What difference would that have made, eh?”, you answered her.
You lifted your head up a little. “I’d just be lying over there then”, you continued and weakly pointed down the path a bit.
The cleric just rolled her eyes at you and groaned at you again as the rest of the companions left the dusty old place as well. All of you blood covered and feeling exhaustion down to your bones.
You closed your eyes as you felt the fatigue grab almost complete hold of you. Meanwhile you heard how some of the others settled down around you. Halsin, who’d been lightly injured in the fight, winced as he sat down.
Your eyes flew open at the sound of it and lifting your head up again, you looked at him. But the druid just smiled and waved you off - no big deal, thankfully. So you let your head sink to the ground again, eyes shutting with a sigh. You barely had it in you to stay awake right this moment.
Your limbs felt heavy as lead, and you felt the drag on your eyelids. Meanwhile your pulse was still thrumming in your chest and your ears. A nervous rhythm that threatened to become the only thing baring you from drifting off to blissful and much needed sleep.
You were well aware that this kind of exhaustion wasn’t normal - even with everything you and the others had gone through. It had slowly become more and more - up to where you were now lying in the dirt, not sure if you would make it to camp tonight. Might be you were kind of in a pickle - but best not to dwell on it.
Next time you opened your eyes was when you heard some rustling quite near to you. It was Astarion, kneeling next to you. He was giving you one of his judgemental glances with a raised eyebrow, red eyes piercing as ever.
“Oh, hi love”, you said and grinned, tiredly wiggling your eyebrows at him. The vampire didn’t even acknowledge you - except for his eyebrow rising still a bit higher.
“So”, he drawled, an edge to his voice you couldn’t fully place, “are we getting up or do we have to carry you, love.” He made a little dramatic pause before he sarcastically spat out the last word.
You slapped your hand to your armoured chest with some effort and made a face that hopefully conveyed how hurt you felt by his implied accusation.
Astarion didn’t give a shit about your histrionics.
So you decided for a comeback.
“My friend, you aren’t carrying anyone, anywhere at any time in the near future”, you replied dryly. You heard Karlach snicker somewhere behind you. At least you’d gotten someone’s approval. The vampire gave the tiefling a death glare, then his ruby gaze wandered back to you.
And then it kept lingering on you. Something in the vampire’s eyes had changed and it was beginning to startle you.
And well - usually by now he should have taken up the banter with you again. Could it be, he was actually worried? Like really, actually worried?
“Look”, you said and used some of the little power you had left in your body to push up to a position that was at least somewhat close to sitting up. Immediately you started to feel dizzy.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all. We all are, aren’t we?”, you continued as you desperately tried to not let it be known how much your surroundings were spinning around you at the moment.
Quite obviously you were doing a terrible job at that because there was now open worry on Astarion’s face. Even the usual sharp edge of teasing in his voice had been dulled down by now: “And you want to take on Ketheric Thorm tomorrow? And all his thugs? Like this?”
You were definitely getting a little annoyed at him now. The others had gone dead silent. They must’ve been feeling too that this situation might be about to go sideways. You didn’t care.
And as much as you felt him tug on your heartstrings with the sad round puppy eyes he offered you now - did he have to make it so public? You were just not having it.
Using every last ounce of energy that you still had within you, you made to stand up. Astarion’s eyes widened some more and he cautiously stood up as well. His brows were furrowed now.
You gathered your legs beneath you with quite some effort. The world around you was really rushing past you now, but you were determined to bite through it. Then you pushed up to a standing position - straightening your back for extra effect and pointing a very passive-aggressive finger at your vampire.
“I’ll have you know tha-”, you began in a sassy tone.
But then no one would ever find out what you would have wanted to let them know. Because your vision blackened rapidly, closing in from the edges and you already felt the strange sensation of toppling over. Gravity inevitably pulling you back to the ground you had just stood up from.
The last thing you felt were arms that caught you under the armpits, with quite some effort. You heard strained groans and a hissed “idiot” very close to your ear. Then you passed out completely.
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You woke up in dire confusion about where you were and how you’d gotten there. You lifted up your torso and blinked profusely to try and clear your vision. You also immediately reached for a dagger that would have usually been at your side. But you were also out of your armour it seemed. Oh, and laying on some pillows? A blanket draped over you?
You closed your eyes again and pressed the balls of your hands to your eyes. And you groaned as you felt a headache creep up on you now that you had woken up.
Since there seemed to be no imminent dangers around you sunk back onto the pillows. You realised that your shirt had been taken off as well. Pain thrummed through your skull.
Your hands dropped from your face, your vision cleared more and more and you realised that you were laying in someone else’s tent. And as you took a closer look at the ceiling of the tent, your brows furrowed. Because you very well knew which tent it was you were laying in. You’ve had your fair share of staring up at this very particular fabric from this very particular spot.
Your head popped up again from the pillows. And you found Astarion sitting at your feet, in his camp clothes. Legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, arms folded over his chest and very much glowering at you. His red eyes were basically boring into you.
“Oh, are we awake again? Back from the land of the dead, hm? Rise and shine then, my love, since you seemed so eager to do so earlier!”, the vampire immediately went into a tirade.
“You’re not even going to give me a few more moments to just really wake up?”, you replied flatly. But you could already feel his words evoking shame within you. You rubbed one of your eyes once more, trying to look innocent.
The vampire kept fuming: “Were you planning on telling me how much the blood loss affected you again?”
“No.”
Astarion obviously could barely believe your audacity as well as your honesty by the way his eyes first widened and then narrowed even more at you. But he kept silent.
“Were you planning on stopping to take my offered blood?”, you posed in return when there was no further reaction coming from Astarion.
You regretted the words as soon as they had left your tongue. Knowing it was a cheap shot because this was still very much you insisting on being the one to take care of his needs. And also hiding the negative side effects.
You immediately felt the twinge of guilt as you saw how Astarion’s eyes couldn’t help but stray from yours as he registered your words. Your headache accordingly sent a bolt of pain through your skull, making you groan.
You closed your eyes in desperation for a second, trying to swallow down the thought that you had just put this guilt onto him. Blaming him for his basic needs of survival even if you hadn’t meant it like that at all.
As you compulsively tried to think of something to say, you heard the vampire speak again: “Well, as much as I enjoy you falling for me. Maybe you could try and… avoid it next time.”
Your throat closed up. Immediately, the double meaning very much wasn’t lost on you.
And not only did you instantly recognise the tone of him deflecting with something harsh and sarcastic but you could also almost see how his old and very much practised mask slipped back in its place.
You felt how the whole situation was slipping from your fingers. Desperate to do something about it, you got up from the still half-lying position you were in and crawled over to where the vampire was now looking at you with trained indifference.
Your chest ached, just having to look at it. Especially since you had only recently made such a leap with him finally allowing you in more. Astarion finally allowing for some of the carefully put up fortress walls to crumble under your soft touch.
Back, when his somewhat cautious confession had made you swear to yourself that you wouldn’t stop until all of the wretched, cascading layers of armour the vampire had put up around his core would have been disassembled.
Now you felt you might be responsible for some of those layers being put back into place. Even if it had just been a very short moment, a dumb slip of the tongue. You hoped it wasn’t too late yet to undo the damage.
You drew your arms around your lover - slowly, cautiously. Posing the question if you were still allowed to do that.
The vampire let it happen.
A tiny fraction of your tension eased at the thought that there might still be hope to rectify the delicate thing you had basically just stepped on. That he would allow you to make it right.
“I’m sorry, Astarion”, you whispered silently. Almost too quiet to form actual words. But the pale elf in your arms heard you anyway. He didn’t look up at you but he did sink into your arms a little more.
“I’m sorry for what I said and for how I acted. I didn’t mean to blame you for anything.”, you said again, this time more confidently.
There was no further acknowledgement of your apology other than the vampire slowly leaning his head against your naked chest. His soft hair brushed lightly over your bare skin. Even the lightest touches of him in your arms sent jolts through your entire body.
But the knot between you was not yet unravelled.
Fear threatened to close up your throat again as your mind raced, feverishly trying to think of a way to make him understand that it was just… he meant everything to you. That you’d rather crawl in the dirt yourself instead of having to watch him do it.
That you so desperately cared about him. Why couldn’t he see that?
And then another thought crossed your mind. Concerning the battle you would have to take on tomorrow.
What if this was the last chance you would ever get to convey this to him? The last shot at convincing him that he was very much loved and cared for and had a place in this world as long as you walked this planet.
Carefully you raised your hand to under Astarion’s chin and nudged softly to see if he would allow you to lift up his head to make him meet your gaze. Again, he let it happen.
The vampire’s eyes found yours. Instantly, something in his gaze changed as he must’ve seen something particular in them. You tenderly and cautiously cupped his cheek as your lips parted. But it still took another moment before you managed to find the words.
“Astarion, if tomorrow… would be the end. I-”, you broke off. Then took another breath before you continued.
“I would hate myself if this is how I left things. I wouldn’t want to have caused you to think that I was just brushing you off for caring for me. Or that I put any blame on you when I was being a reckless idiot. But I still would want you to understand that I just… I’m doing this because I want you to be safe and happy and careless and free and… with me, if you want that.”
Astarion’s eyes ever so slightly widened and opened up as you spoke. A nearly inaudible gasp left his throat.
After you had ended your little speech, the moment of the two of you looking into each other’s eyes just went on. But the mood had changed now. The way Astarion looked at you as you softly let your thumb wander over his cheekbone was no longer distant. He was still allowing you in, if cautiously so.
Your gaze dropped to his lips as your thumb kept wandering over the vampire’s delicate skin.
Then you leaned in just a little - letting him decide if he wanted to bridge the gap between you. And he did so without hesitation.
Astarion met your parted lips with his. You gladly accepted his open-mouthed kiss.
The rest of the words that yet remained unspoken between you were resolved this way. By kissing deeply and assuring the other of what you could not yet put into words.
The vampire’s hand grabbed onto your upper arm, fingertips lightly grazing your biceps. You let your hand wander from his cheek into his soft white curls, your fingertips softly tugging and teasing them.
And you were still doing that when you slowly withdrew from him - if only enough to speak.
“I was a dick, Astarion, I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you were. Now, I thought we had just established that. Don’t try and draw it out to make me sappy, Staeve darling, or I might actually take back what I said the other night”, Astarion replied with an edge of sarcasm entering his voice again.
But you knew that it was the good-humoured kind once more. The one he used when you two bickered like an old married couple.
“Don’t promise what you can’t keep”, you offered back with a smug grin. The vampire rolled his eyes at you. Your grin just grew.
“Come, just lie down with me, please”, you proposed to your vampire. Now that adrenaline and stress were slowly leaving your body you felt exhaustion creep up on you again. The headache you had completely forgotten to acknowledge somewhere in between also letting itself be known again.
Astarion immediately took you up on it and you laid down on the bedroll, snuggling up to each other until your limbs were fully tangled, bodies fully wrapped around each other. You gazed upon the vampire in your arms - how much his pale skin contrasted against yours.
You slowly felt how the tension left both your bodies, shoulders dropping, jaws unclenching. Revelling in relief and joy you closed your eyes and focused solely on how it felt to hold Astarion. Just silently laying there, enjoying this moment of peace.
Until you broke the silence once more because a random thought had just crossed your mind.
“Wait, who actually carried me all the way back to camp?”
Astarion scrambled to push himself up once more and gave you a glare. “Really? That’s what’s on your mind right now?”
You shrugged: “I guess.”
The vampire’s glare became even more intense. Then it snapped to mischievous glint really quickly. He let one of his hands drag through his hair dramatically and sensually and said: “Oh, darling, couldn’t you believe that I valiantly carried you here like the knight in shiny armour that I am?” You wouldn’t even have believed him being able to pull you here with your face dragging through the dirt.
“It was Halsin, wasn’t it?”
You received another death glare. Then Astarion just sighed in defeat and wrapped himself in your arms again.
“Yes it was. I was the one who undressed you though.”
“Of course you were”, you replied with a wolfish grin although Astarion couldn’t see it. The vampire groaned in annoyance
“Now, if you please, let me enjoy this moment in peace, you idiot.”
And so you did. Holding onto Astarion as he held onto you. Both silently smiling and not even that afraid anymore of what tomorrow might bring.
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BG3 Tiefling Headcanons
PLEASE note: sections 01 and 03 are headcanons made by the rest of the community that I essentially "subscribe to" and include in my personal lore of the game, so to speak, AND my writing!
sections 02 and 04 are the ones that I came up with <3 and, of course, if you particularly enjoy any of them, feel free to use them!
MDNI
any topics in the community HCs that are bold are things that I elaborate on in other sections of the post
SFW
Section 01.
Community HCs:
For the tails: I definitely agree that the middle-most section of the tail is the most acceptable place to touch, like family and friends might pull on it or something
I also love the idea that tiefling partners intertwine their tails!! if a tiefling is with a non-tielfing, they might wrap their tail around other parts of their body idly
love that the base of the tail is completely off-limits to everyone except romantic partners, and that it is quite sensitive around that area
However, I do have a disagreement with a popular tip-of-the-tail hc (see section 02)
The last thing about tails is that they communicate body language!! and I'm sure many of you have seen the comics about this, and I would definitely agree that both consciously and subconsciously, tieflings use their tails to express their feelings
Horns: I completely subscribe to the idea that the skin around the base of the horns is sensitive, but not the rest of the horns (see section 02)
I ADORE the idea that tieflings can pur!! I haven't seen many opinions on this hc, so I will give my opinions in section 02
I have seen a few people comment about this but no specific headcanons for it, so I will include it here: tieflings have a higher body temperature than other humanoid races! (see sections 02 and 04)
Section 02.
My HCs:
first things first, I made an entire tieflings purring post because I couldn't fit all of my hcs for that on here.. and let's face it, it deserves its own post
the popular tip of the tail hc that I disagree with (respectfully!!) is that the tips of their tails are sensitive. this ties into why the rest of the horns aren't sensitive - the purpose of features like horns and tails with sharp or blunt ends is for combat/defense. when a body part is used for defense or for making attacks, it wouldn't make sense for that part of the body to have a bunch of nerve endings!
I'm not saying that I think tieflings actually use their horns or tails to fight, but just stating that that's what those features are anatomically meant for, so it's unlikely they'd have much feeling in their horns and the end of their tail
their elevated body temperature is just another one of their infernal traits. I think it's noticeably higher than other humanoids, similar to if you touched the back of your hand to someone with a high fever, but it's their entire body
they don't need as much clothing in the cold weather because of this, and they are very comfortable for other humanoid species to cuddle with <3 (and other things.... lets go section 04!!)
this very well could be something that others have brought up before but if not, I believe tiefling babies would be born without horns and their horns would come in during the teething process - and it would be equally uncomfortable as, if not more than, teething
to add onto that, the horns they grow as babies only continue to grow throughout their life, they never "fall out" or get replaced, so it's a very big deal if a tiefling breaks a horn (on top of how bad it would hurt)
they are to smell hormonal changes, only in their partners - and this is true even if a tiefling is dating a person of another race
TECHNICALLY pheromones as we know them are only detectable within one species, but this is my house and I say fuck it, they can smell changes in their partner no matter their race
if a tiefling's partner was about to start their period, or was about to ovulate, their brain would just kind of know
it would take a little while into the relationship for their body to fully be able to identify each smell, but it would happen gradually the more time they spend together
with that being said, however, they wouldn't magically know if their partner was pregnant unless their partner has been pregnant before then yes they would remember the scent
if it was their first pregnancy, they'd just register that they had a new smell, but wouldn't instinctively know why
my last one is really out of nowhere but tieflings don't get body odor 👍 they still have a natrual scent and they still sweat, they just don't get stinky like the rest of us
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Section 03.
Community HCs
let's talk about cocks: RIDGES !!!!!!!!!!! (section 04)
big fan of the infernal markings on their dicks
this is something I've seen only a few times in my days as a tiefling smut connoisseur, but the idea of their dicks being shaped a little different compared to other races like elves or humans (I haven't seen much overlap/agreement about this so I'll give my opinion on shape in section 04)
100% agree that the base of the tail would be an erogenous zone, as well as the skin at the base of the horns
I've seen a few honorable mentions of the "mating bite" used in tiefling smut, and I'm here to say: what a great idea (section 04)
the mating bite isn't just a little nip, btw, it's a full-on clamping down on their partner kind of moment... might draw blood if you want it to hehe
Section 04.
My HCs
a quick thing about the dick ridges: they are only visible when erect, and the harder they are the more prominent the ridges
their dicks are very commonly curved upwards and the shaft is, on average, thicker, and the tip is pointier than elven/human penises
on to my FAVORITE, possibly the best thought I've ever had: tiefling cum is hot
it's not hot enough to burn you by any means, but because their body temps are already raised, it's gonna be very noticeable for non-tieflings
the heat of their cum would probably be a very satisfying, pleasurable sensation for non-tiefling partners of a male tiefling
but aside from that, imagine the possibilities for those of us who have painful menstrual cramping, I see a lot of potential here y'all ☝☝☝
Since this is my house and I can say whatever I want, I also think that they don't go soft as quickly as the other races, and have shorter refractory periods
and just because I said so, they also ejaculate in larger quantities, which means their orgasms last longer
okay the "mating bite"..... my take on it is that it's used as a dominance thing, rather than an actual mating bite - keeping same-sex couples in mind
whoever is more dominant in that particular moment, or maybe in general, no matter the sex of either participants, may take some of their partner's skin between their teeth and bite down
the more intense the sex is, the harder the bite will be
my favorite time for this is when one or both of them is about to cum <33333
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Thank you FOR READING <33333 I hope you all enjoy this as much as the purring headcanons
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thinking about baron literally switching up on you during sex 🫶🏻 reader with a vagina, no pronouns used for reader!
to be honest, the accent is a little grating. he’s saying things that make no sense, creating euphemisms that confuse you and take you out of the moment. you almost shove your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, but his sweet moans are too good to muffle.
baron. weird name. lamram is even weirder. in fact, ‘lamram’ sounds fake, some kind of made up name only a bimbo like baron would think of. but you have no reason not to believe him. he’s incredibly unassuming. sweetest thing alive, you think.
but you’re really starting to doubt the truth of his confession that he’s a virgin.
and it’s not really because he’s a good kisser. and he is, very much so. so humble and modest and yet he kisses you with such fervor that it’s staggering. claims your whole mouth with his, those big hands coming to cup your cheeks and keep you pressed against him like you might leave. you wouldn’t dream of leaving. certainly not after feeling his bulge, resting pretty on his lap, your tv blaring something useless behind you.
and it isn’t because he’s huge. jesus, is he huge. and your reaction, a wide eyed, open mouthed stare, makes him smirk. you didn’t think a sweetheart like him knew how to smirk. but he frowns when he catches you looking, furrowing his dark brows. “is - is it all right?”
“yeah,” you tell him quickly. “you’re just really big, baron.”
he shrugs a shoulder and smiles, bashful. “didn’ really know that.”
your hand wraps around his shaft, so hard and soft and hot. veiny. long. it nearly looks like it’s on the wrong body, but that isn’t very true, either. it fits his body, certainly - those big hands, strong biceps, hairy chest. it just doesn’t really fit his personality.
“no one’s ever told you before, huh? how big you are?”
baron shakes his head, that wide eyed wonder forcing his brows upwards again. “‘s it too big? can - can y’take it?”
and, no, it’s not that his fingers curl up and find your sweet spot immediately when you guide him to stretch you open. or that he knows where your clit is. you can chalk it up to beginner’s luck, or maybe he’s watched a lot of vintage porn. his expression shifts again while you mewl on his lap - smile widening, like he knows something you don’t.
“am i bein’ good for ya?”
you nod, grinding down onto his lean fingers. “mhm, yeah, baron, feel so good - add another, baby, please?”
“baby,” he says, sort of laughing, all giddy. “could get used t’that.”
what really makes you think he’s not a virgin is the way his hips rut up into you when you finally get him inside.
you have the lead at first. moving your hips up and down nice and slow. letting him savor it for his first time. playing with his long hair and trying to ignore his forced out little sayings. you’re moving so slow, and you swear baron’s clenching his jaw, his eyes turning hooded instead of wide, and then he suddenly plants his feet and starts fucking up into you.
you gasp, caught entirely off guard, and baron seems surprised himself. “that right?” he drawls. “‘s it ‘kay?”
you nod, and he continues, his hands - once hold you in a soft, feather light grip - suddenly tighten. squeezing the fat of your hips roughly. not enough to bruise but enough to make you realize he’s much more confident than he comes across.
and then - the nail in the coffin - he stops speaking with that terrible accent.
you think maybe it’s just getting warbled with his pleasure until he sounds - well. sounds like any other guy you know. voice deep and soft and sweet and yet so entirely sexy while he drills you with that long cock, hitting you deep, angling his hips to keep his tip rubbing against your sweet spot.
“feel so good,” he groans, no accent detected. “ah, fuck -“
“didn’t think you swore,” you pant, brows furrowed in pleasure and a lot of skepticism.
“i - uh.” and the accent’s back. “y’just feel better’n an ice cream cone on a -“
“quit it,” you moan, bouncing down on his cock. “you’re not a virgin, are you?”
he stares for what feels like eternity. and then he shapeshifts - relaxes, his face turning soft but eyes staying dark, gaze fixed instead of dazed. and he fucks you harder, lets his hands wander, lets his fingers tangle in your hair before pulling you in for another kiss. your stomach flips and you don’t feel scared, just shocked. confused. very horny.
“i’m not supposed to do this,” he says against your lips, smooth like butter, grunting from exertion. his free hand skirts down along your side before settling at your clit, rubbing circles into it. his dark eyes bore into yours and make your skin set alight. “but - but i- i’ll be honest, sweetheart, i needed this.”
“i - i guess that -“ you gasp, tilting your forehead to rest against his. “you- you’re not a virgin, then?”
the man scoffs. “do i fuck like one?”
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Observations of the Mercury placements
This is kind of like a pt.2 to the mini observations of the moon signs that I posted to my second account. I would’ve posted this there but I honestly don’t think i’ll make anymore astrology posts on that account. I’ll link it for those who want to see :) Mini observations of the moon signs. I might add more onto this as time goes on :D
Mercury in 5H may be very interested in art, history, literature ect.
Mercury in 5H also know how to have a good time, like literally, they make conversations so fun and easy, esp for people who struggle to continue conversations.
Mercurial dominants are for some reason similar to uranus doms imo. However Uranus is more about change and revolution meanwhile mercury is more intellect and personal power.
Mercurial dominants are really easy to spot, they’re very eccentric yet sophisticated. They look all over the place but put together at the same time. They’re really unique individuals.
Mercury in Cancer relies on past experiences/knowledge to help them in tough situations.
I noticed they may find it hard to improvise on the spot. And though Cancer mercurians do have strong intuition, it’s hard for these individuals to decipher whether it’s intuition or if they’re overthinking it.
Mercury in 4H may write/create deep and emotional pieces that can resonate with a lot of people and their childhoods.
Mercury in Cancer at an Aries degree might come off as petty or vengeful. I know many cancer mercuries that have an Aries degree on it, and god these people like drama 😭
Mercury in Aquarius could be into alternative/grunge music.
Not to be stereotypical or anything, but taurus mercuries/mercury in the 2H do have very beautiful voices. Even if they don’t believe it themselves, their voices are so soothing to hear, they sound poised and elegant lol.
Scorpio mercuries analyse EVERYTHING. Every small thing, they will dissect and uncover istg. They’re also good at getting to the root of a problem in any dynamic/situation. This is due to their good analysis skills as well as emotional intelligence.
Mercury in 10H, similar to 1H, look like smart individuals. Except unlike the first house, mercurial qualities aren’t apart of their personality (unless ofc they have a virgo/gemini rising, major mercurial influence) Mercury in 10H individuals look smart and put together when out in public but people who are close to them know they are actually really scatter brained🙏
Mercury in Capricorn have dry humour, and i love it. They are very sarcastic individuals and I love them for it.
Mercury in 11H individuals are social butterflies even if they don’t think so themselves. They always manage to get on peoples good sides without even doing anything.
Mercury in 11H can manifest easily through communication, writing and visualisation.
Yeah. Libra mercuries are very balanced people. Mentally at least. They really do want the best for everyone and want a fair playing field for all. These individuals could be heavily involved in protests for equal rights, and they enjoy bringing attention to things that need to be talked more about in society.
Libra mercuries are also really funny people, ESP IF THEY HAVE AQUARIUS PLACEMENTS!!
Mercury in 12H could come off as very shy people. Of course this is dependant on the sign mercury is in and the aspects made to it, however I noticed most Mercury in 12H at first really come off as quiet.
Mercury in 12H also may be very detached mentally. They could be more attached and grounded in their imagination. These are the types of people who have dreams that really drain them in their waking life. It’s like their dreams have a huge mental impact on them. Ik many ppl with this placement who use a dream journal as well.
imo the most emotionally/intellectually mature mercury placements are scorpio/cancer/aquarius/taurus mercuries, 8H/3H/10H Mercuries and Moon-Mercury, Jupiter Mercury aspects
Leo and Gemini mercuries are so cool istg. I love how vibrant you guys are when you talk. Leo is very entertaining to listen to (this highkey applies to sagittarius mercury as well) and they’re just so funny to watch LMAO. Many Gemini mercuries I have met are actually really jittery and like move a lot when they talk, lots of them barely hold eye contact with me either it’s so cute. Some of them actually may struggle with speaking out loud in front of people but they are extremely talented writers.
Interest in writing/Talented at writing = Venus/Moon/Mercury/Jupiter in 3H as well as Sun/Venus/Moon/Jupiter conj Mercury.
I also feel like Saturn in 3H may enjoy writing but they may have struggled a lot with english or communication as a kid but grew to like it as they aged.
this is a very random assumption I just made, but maybe saturn in 3H have really well structured writing ? I feel like they would be really good at essay writing and exam prep, because they won’t go off topic or anything, they can keep things short and concise while also describing things in detail.
Meanwhile Venus in 3H may have a very soft and delicate writing style. The words they use are unique and really paint a picture inside the readers mind.
Mars 3H might be good at persuasive writing/speeches. Could be good at making eye catching advertisements, good catch phrases, y’all should get into marketing or sumn.
Fixed mercuries are the types to stand up strongly for what they believe in and i admire this wholeheartedly.
3H Moon may have lots of writing pieces that are perceived as very emotional and deep.
Uranus in 3H may be interested in and good at all types of writing. They get bored of sticking to one topic so they may struggle writing essays.
Pluto 3H may have very dark ideas that they can easily put onto the page. Traumas they have experienced, or any issues that they have in their lives can be written in a beautiful manner by these individuals.
Ok im done with my 3H/writing tangent 😭
Maybe this is just me, but i notice you attract a lot of individuals with mercury placements that are extremely similar to yours. For example, many of my friends have Cancer mercuries, I am a cancer mercury myself. I have a 3H mercury and I attract a lot of people who have mercuries in air houses, no matter the sign. (Air houses = 3H/Gemini, 7H/Libra, 11H/Aquarius)
Mercury-Neptune I feel is similar to 12H Mercury, these individuals could have very vivid imaginations, ones that they easily can get lost in.
I feel as though many people misinterpret mercury in 12H/Neptune-mercury’s words.
Capricorn Mercuries have a really monotone sounding voice ? Think text-speech voice on tiktok but more human like ?? 😭 I MEAN THIS IN A GOOD WAY. Because they have a very ‘matter of fact’ type of voice it makes me want to listen to them and take whatever they’re saying seriously. I’m on the floor for you guys atp, if I have to, I will lower my standards for you
Mercury in 4H may have been seen as the smart child in the family.
Mercury in 4H may also write really deep literature/lyrics that resonates with many individuals childhoods.
Mercury in Sagittarius, are blunt in the best way possible. Mercury in Sag are really good at explaining things and giving advice as well. (This is esp true if their mercury is in an earth house, ie. 2H/6H/10H)
Many Mercury in Sag individuals are also powerful speakers, this is because many people with this placement in my generation have their Mercury conj Pluto.
Mercury in Taurus take a while to learn things, this does not mean they are slow in the head, actually quite opposite. They’re very strategic and work at their own pace, and even though to others it seems like they’re taking their sweet time, they are building up a lot behind the scenes and turn out to be ones that are the best in their profession. Definition of work smart not hard. Plus they do all of this in such a aesthetically pleasing way 😭
Mercury in 8H can make very beautiful and meaningful art. Whether it be music, paintings, literature, makeup and fashion, they always know how to reach deep within themselves and pour out the most authentic work.
As a 3H Mercury and Gemini Venus, I LOVEE Sag mercuries/9H Mercury placements/Mercury-Jupiter. I always learn something new from these individuals and they’re like my other half. My bestfriend has this placement and even though we’re quite different, we’re very mentally compatible for each other. She takes in information, analyses it, then spews it out for me to learn and understand. This is the best way I can describe it🙏
Gemini-Sag Mercurial placements (Any sag/gemini placements tbh) = teacher/student dynamic, in the least weird way possible LMAOO.
Pisces mercury individuals are very, very imaginative people. Esp when placed in the 11/5H. Pisces mercury in 11H makes these individuals big dreamers who daydream about the things they constantly want. Pisces mercury in 5H daydream about new and different things that they think are fun and may struggle to commit to one single idea/creative outlet.
Mercury in Aries are so authentically themselves. They don’t talk/say things to please other people, they say it because they want to. They always rely on their mind in the end, very independent individuals.
Mercury in 7H could be very relationship oriented and constantly are wanting to please others
Fixed mercuries are stubborn in terms of their beliefs and mindset. I’ve noticed these individuals find it hard to to analyse situations from another perspective as their opinion on the matter is what matters most. Out of all fixed signs though scorpio and Aquarius seem to be more open minded.
Cardinal Mercuries are the ones to speak up in class and actually raise their hands when everyone else is too afraid to.
Mutable mercuries, understandably are the individuals with the most easy going mindset. They find it easy to accept others beliefs even if those beliefs are highly criticised. Though, this does have its downside as mutable mercuries may change their opinions often and struggle to form strong opinions on different things in life.
Virgo mercuries may be very organised when speaking. They could overthink before even saying anything, so they go over everything and make sure that what they’re going to say is well structured and makes sense.
People who have Mercury in the 1st house look smart. Like i’m telling you every single person I’ve met who has this placement, look extremely punctual and intelligent.
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{the video call incident ~ MSBY manager!reader}
{sakusa x GN!reader}
aka: you and sakusa are trying to keep your relationship under wraps from the rest of the team and break the news slowly. key word trying. gone wrong.
warnings: none, really, just humor/bantering/insults, fluff. also sakusa is sweet towards you. idc if you think he’s mean, I just think he’s so soft with his partner. miya twins and reader have been friends since before the timeskip but it’s only briefly mentioned. ONE suggestive line by Hinata... mildly suggestive at the very end.
notes: I ADORE this piece, it might be one of my favourite fics of mine. I kinda wanna do an MSBY manager series with the different guys... anyone interested? Also- every time I was mean to Atsumu in this fic I felt actual pain. I love him too much.
there is... a LOT of dialogue in this fic. just so you know.
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“Kiyoomi, stop,” you laughed as you pushed you boyfriend back slightly.
He had an early practice the next morning (technically as his team manager you did, too) but he was currently standing in the front hall of your apartment, arms wrapped around you and pressing kisses to your face.
“No,” he said in between kisses, smiling slightly, “why should I?”
You didn’t have a good enough reason to give him and he knew that. He continued his actions and you sighed.
“Kiyoomi, you and I both know that I’d be more than happy to let you spend the night, but if we show up tomorrow in the same car for the second time this month, the guys are going to get suspicious.”
Sakusa sighed. “I know, I just want to appreciate you a little longer. I feel bad for keeping my distance at practice today. Meian is probably onto us and I wanted to redirect his focus.”
You smiled at him. “I’m sure he’s already figured it out. Better him than the trouble trio.”
He hummed in agreement.
The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for the past eight months. You’d been the MSBY manager for a couple years now, starting around the same time Sakusa was recruited, and at the end of the last season, after a big game, he had finally asked you out. (“Adrenaline and high off of a win,” he had reasoned when you questioned why he chose that moment.)
The only reason it was kept a secret was because some of the team members were rather… excitable.
Namely Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata.
You loved the team you managed, and you loved their personalities. Really, you did.
Despite that love, you might as well be those three’s babysitter.
Add your boyfriend to the mix and things got even more chaotic. However, you did love to see how he interacted with them. Something about it is what drew you to him in the first place. (Your friends had made it clear that your type was apparently slightly mean tall guys who turn to mush behind closed doors. You hadn’t agreed until you met Sakusa.)
That aside, telling the team would result in chaos. The trio would accuse you of betrayal, they’d stare at you both during any small interactions and it would ultimately disrupt the team’s dynamic.
So you both decided to keep it a secret until the end of the current season so they could digest the news easier and have everything be mostly normal by time the next game season rolled around.
You tried one more time to push him off and he sighed. He gave you three more quick pecks and unwrapped his arms from around your waist.
“Fine, I’ll go,” he said, reaching for his coat.
You were about to help him into it when he suddenly patted his pockets in a panic. “I left my phone in the living room, can I go get it?”
You nodded and he moved back into the main part of the apartment just as your phone started ringing. You rolled your eyes when you realized who it was. You swiped the accept call button and groaned when he popped up on the screen with messy towel dried hair and a hyper look on his face. Oh brother.
“What, Atsumu?” You really didn’t want to pick up at that moment, but you knew that if you ignored it he’d either keep calling non-stop or be all pouty about it at practice tomorrow.
Neither option was favourable.
“Y/n! ‘m bored. Ya gotta keep me company.”
You frowned. “You couldn’t call Bokuto or Hinata? Or Sakusa?”
“Neither of ‘em picked up when I called. And omi-omi doesn’t pick up unless he already knows why I’d be callin’ so I didn’t bother.”
“Well I’m really sorry, Atsumu, but you caught me at a bad time, I’m busy right now,” you tried to sound sympathetic but it came off as rushed.
He was still your friend and you didn’t like ignoring him, but he really did catch you at the worst time.
Sakusa came back into the front hall looking like he was about to say something but stopped when he saw you were on the phone.
“But Y/nnnnn!” He rolled his eyes and let out an involuntary scoff when he heard Atsumu’s voice.
He clapped a hand over his mouth and looked at you with wide eyes.
You hoped the man on the screen hadn’t heard that but even if he hadn’t, the panicked look on your face and the way your eyes flicked to something behind your phone definitely tipped him off.
A wide smirk took over his face when you looked back at your phone and you started shaking your head.
“Do ya have a boy over, Y/n? Is that what this is?”
“Shut up, no I don’t.” you started but you were cut off.
“OH SHIT YOU DO! SHOW ‘IS FACE, WHO IS HE? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US? WHO’VE YA BEEN-“
You ended the call.
Sakusa slowly took his hand away from his mouth and looked at you. It was silent for a good three seconds before he said “That’s on me.”
“It’s fine, he doesn’t know who it was.”
“Do you think you can keep him from telling anyone?”
Both of your phones started buzzing at the same time.
“Too late,” you said in unison.
Suddenly a video call from the group chat came through. “Shit,”
“Okay, Kiyoomi, I think it’s best that you go now, if you join the call from your place it’ll be less suspicious.”
He nodded. “Good idea,” he rushed to get his coat and shoes on and kissed you once before heading out. “I love you and I’m sorry if this goes badly.”
You returned his affection and locked the door before joining the group call. Hinata was there, too.
“Atsumu. I swear to god, you didn’t need to turn this into a whole thing. Hi Hinata.”
The orange haired boy beamed at you and waved. “Hi Y/n! How are you?”
“Shoyo! Our dear manager has A BOY OVER.”
“Oh, are you dating someone, Y/n?”
“I’m n-”
“WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE FREAKIN’ OUT OVER THIS?”
You rolled your eyes once again. “Because, Miya, not everyone is as invested in my personal life as you are.”
He gasped at the use of his last name and was about to throw something back at you when Bokuto joined the call on his evening jog. Just great. If Atsumu successfully managed to rile him up, Hinata would surely follow soon after. You needed to do damage control.
Quickly exiting the screen of the call, you texted your boyfriend.
I need you to knock Atsumu down a peg, please join the call.
Oh, my pleasure.
As you were texting him, you heard Bokuto and Hinata rambling on about tomorrow��s practice. The setter looked mildly annoyed that no one was paying attention to him anymore.
“Bokkun!! Listen to me for a minute!! Y/n has a-”
At long last, Sakusa joined the call from what looked like the inside of the grocery store five minutes from his house.
“Omi! What’re you doing here? You never join our video calls unless Y/n makes you- wait where the hell are ya?”
“It was a misclick, don’t get too excited, Miya. And you interrupted my grocery shopping, if you must know.”
“Well don’t leave! You’re gonna wan’ to hear this.”
Sakusa sighed. “I’m sure I won’t.”
You had to bite back a smile at the faux bored look on his face.
“OKAY, Bokkun, Omi-Omi, Y/N HAS A BOY OVER. AND THEY WON’T TELL US WHO.”
Sakusa blinked. “Miya, why do you care so much about our manager’s personal life? Is your own that boring? Are you so unsatisfied that you have to live vicariously through other people’s? Just watch reality TV if that’s the case, I’m sure Y/n would appreciate it as well.”
You let a small laugh out at the sight of your setter looking like he was just slapped across the face.
“LISTEN ‘ERE, SAKUSA-”
Your boyfriend promptly kicked him out of the call, looking rather pleased with himself.
Bokuto on the other hand...
“WOAHH, Y/N WHO IS IT? TELL US! YOU CAN TRUST US!”
Aaaand now Hinata wanted in on the action. “YEAH, YOU CAN TELL US Y/N!”
Atsumu rejoined the call not a second later. “WHY’D YA KICK ME OUT? Y’know what? Fine. I’m adding someone else to the call.”
You gasped when a familiar contact picture popped up on the screen and the connceting dots appeared.
“Oh for the love of- Your brother, Atsumu, really?? Don’t drag him into this.”
The other (and in your opinion at this particular moment- the better) Miya twin finally picked up. “Uh. Hi? Whaddaya need, 'tusmu?”
“SAMU, Y/n has a boy over.”
“Okay, and?” You’ll give him credit for at least trying to look uninterested.
“They come into your restaurant sometimes don’t they? Have they ever brought a guy with them?”
“Atsumu, please just drop it-” but your pleas fell on deaf ears.
Osamu shook his head and you almost, almost thought you were in the clear until...
“They only brought Sakusa in one time last month... and Suna did mention that he saw them together when you were all in Tokyo for some matches.”
Both of the Miya twins were dead to you. You silently took back everything you said about Samu being the better one. Years of friendship down the drain.
You thought he’d have your back on this one but you forgot that, at heart, Osamu is just as much of a little shit as his twin.
“Osamu!” You shouted, betrayed.
He shrugged. “Sorry, Y/n.”
Atsumu glared at the screen. “As if it’d be Omi-Omi. We’d definitely know if it was him. Y/n, it wouldn’t have come to this point if ya had just told us who’s with you right now.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m home alone right now, genius, he’s long gone. And it isn’t any of your business!”
At that moment everything you’d been working so hard to keep a secret crumbled before your eyes.
Bokuto suddenly had a look of realization wash over his face.
Shit.
“Wait, if that’s the case, then could it be Omi after all? I ran into him while he was walking in the opposite direction of Y/n’s apartment building when I passed by on my jog ten minutes ago.” He said it totally innocently, as if you having Sakusa over wasn’t as big as Atsumu was making it out to be.
The call went silent for a solid minute before Atsumu started speaking.
“Bokkun, what did you sa-”
Oops, there goes Atsumu again.
“I sai-”
Oh no, Bokuto too.
You and Sakusa stared at the screen in shock, waiting to see Hinata’s reaction.
Osamu just smirked and waved goodbye before signing off himself.
Hinata just smiled at the two of you. “Congratulations! I’m really happy for you guys... do you congratulate friends when you find out they’re sleeping together?”
Hinata, your sweet sunshine friend was successful in unfreezing the both of you. “It’s not like that, Hinata-”
“Not normally, no.”
You glared at Sakusa (who was now back in his apartment without a mask) but he just smirked at you. “Kiyoomi.”
“Alright, I’m sorry.”
“Anyway,” you tried again. “Hinata, we’re dating. We have been for a while.”
“Oh! That definitely calls for celebration then!”
You smiled slightly before the banished returned to the call.
“’kay, ya really need to stop doin’ that.” Atsumu said immediately.
“Why was I kicked out, Y/n? You’re not mad at me are you?”
“No, Bokuto, of course not.”
“Stop ignorin’ me!”
“Miya, stop being a pest.”
“Guys!! They’re dating! I was right.”
You froze again. “Hinata... what did you say?”
“...nothing.”
“Don’t make me kick you out of this call.”
“Fine! I knew you guys were dating. It was kind of obvious.”
“What do you mean obvious, Hinata?” Sakusa asked.
You shared a glance with him through the screen in confusion. You were both so sure you were hiding it well. Actually... you knew you were hiding it well, considering Atsumu and Bokuto didn’t catch on until now.
“Well, one day a few months ago I may have caught you two making out behind the gym. At that point I thought it was just that kind of relationship and figured it wasn’t my business. But then a few weeks ago, after Sakusa and Atsumu had gotten into an argument at practice, he called Komori-”
“Ah, Shoyo, let’s not-”
“You have my cousin’s number?” Sakusa hissed.
“He does!”
“Bokkun, seriously, stop-”
“I’m not letting this go, Miya.”
“Hinata, please continue.”
“And Atsumu asked about his relationship status because he wanted blackmail or something. Then Komori said that his lips were sealed, he promised Sakusa he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. I put two and two together, Bokuto thought he was just being a good cousin and let it go, and Atsumu assumed Sakusa was just embarrassed about being single. After that I kinda noticed that you two seemed closer and assumed everyone else on the team knew too. I tried to ask Atsumu about it but he was dead set on not believing you’d date-in his words- ‘an ass like omi-omi’”
You stared at Hinata with wide eyes. “You knew for that long... and managed not to let it slip?”
He shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. I was focused on practice most of the time anyway, so it honestly just slipped my mind.”
Maybe you didn’t give Hinata enough credit.
“Atsumu, you owe me a meat bun now since I was right!”
Or maybe you were justified with your initial feeling.
“You bet on us being together?!”
It was going to be a long night.
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BONUS:
After explaining everything to the trouble trio about why you didn’t tell them, you were left on call with Sakusa.
“Well... that was certainly something.” He said.
“Mmhmm,” You looked at him. “Kiyoomi...”
He offered you a soft grin. “I’m already putting my shoes on. I’ll be there soon. Now you have no excuses for not letting me stay the night.”
You giggled and rested your chin on your palm. “I guess not. It’s a shame, really, you’re getting to be so clingy lately. Ever heard of the term personal space?”
“Oh please,” he scoffed. “says the one who literally will not let go of me unless I physically detach you from my body most days.”
“You guys are disgustingly sweet.”
“What are you still doing here, Atsumu?! I thought you left?”
“I snuck back in.”
“Well leave.”
“Sure. But I’m telling everyone how soft you are for our manager tomorrow morning.”
Sakusa raised an eyebrow. “You really think anyone will believe you without proof?”
The last thing you heard before Sakusa blew you a kiss was Atsumu groaning as he was kicked from the call one last time upon realizing he in fact does not have proof.
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BONUS 2:
You woke up the next morning completely intertwined with Sakusa.
“My love, wake up. We’re going to be late.”
You groaned and snuggled into his side more, shivering slightly when he traced lines on the skin of your back. He laughed and pried you off of him.
“Mm no, five more minutes.”
“Come on, Y/n/n, if we’re late you know we’ll never hear the end of it. We don’t have the luxury of secrecy anymore. Besides,” he poked you in the stomach and leaned in closer to you. “you’re the one who insisted on staying up late last night. I tried to tell you that this would happen, but you were just so needy-”
“Okay, okay, I’m up,” you cut him off, then mumbled under your breath “but I didn’t hear you complaining much.”
You shrieked when two arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled against his chest. “I’m sorry did you say something, my dear?”
It didn’t matter if you were late or not in the end, because when you entered the gym, you were greeted with a round of applause and some whistles. And your boyfriend was weighed down by the endless teasing about his messed up hair and marks on his chest in the changing room.
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Don't be a stranger! Pt. 2
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader
Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship
"If you're going to insist on making dinner for the both of us I might as well pay for the groceries." Simon was standing next to your door waiting for you to finish getting ready. You had asked him this morning what he wanted for dinner as you were going to the store after work and could get anything he wanted.
"Me making dinner for you is supposed to be a thank you for helping me Simon. I love that you're joining me, but I'm not going to let you pay."
"We'll see."
You finally walk out of your bedroom towards Simon, "Your job on this trip is going to be pushing the cart and looking pretty. I'm going to be grabbing everything and paying." Giving Simon a playful glare as the two of you makes your way out the door.
Pretty?
Do you really think he looks pretty?
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Simon hated grocery shopping; he has always felt that it was a waste of time, far too many people walking around, and the lights in here were almost blinding. He’s not happy to be here, but he also wasn’t going to let you continue to let you do all this work and not help in some way.
At the very least shopping with you did make the experience more enjoyable. All he had to do was follow you. Letting you take control of where they went and did was strangely freeing from his usual day to day. Plus getting to just watch and listen to you ramble about your day was not something he was going to give up now that he’s here.
"You know you still haven't told me what you wanted. I've been making my favorites every time you come over; it's your turn now to decide the menu."
"I've been living off military mess hall food for most of my life. Anything you make is going to be a favorite of mine, love."
"How about you tell me at least one thing you want?"
"Anything I want?"
"Anything!"
You.
That is the answer Simon wants to say, but he knows he can't, "I like shepherd’s pie.”
“Shepherd’s pie it is!” You say, giving him a wide grin.
The rest of the shopping is mostly uneventful. It isn't until the two of you were at the end of your grocery list did you seem to realize something was missing.
“Oh, meet me at the front! I forgot to add apples to the list; I’ll go grab it real quick.”
Before Simon could even disagree and say he’d just go with you; your figure was already speeding away from him. Slowly he made his way to the front of the store out of the way of others to wait. It wasn’t until eight minutes later when he saw no sign of you that he started to worry.
It took all but a moment to find you, and he was not pleased with what he saw when he did. A man was standing far too close to you. The uncomfortable look on your face only served in sealing the man’s fate.
Neither of you seemed to notice as he walked closer, but he was able to finally hear your conversation now.
“-on, just one date. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”
"My boyfriend is waiting for me; you need to leave me alone." You try to step around him, but the man is quick to side step in front of you and makes a move to grab you. Simon would happily beat the man into the ground, but he doesn’t want to frighten you. So he does the next best thing which is to rail the man with the cart.
With a loud grunt the man falls onto the ground holding his side in pain.
“She said to leave her alone. So why don’t you crawl away now like the worm you are.” Simon snarls down at him. Moving the cart and himself to stand between you and the man.
"What the fuck man!"
"I'll give you five seconds to get out of here." Simon wasn't about to have a pointless back and forth with this guy. The only thing he cared about right now was getting him away from you.
He stands slowly and glares in your direction before practically running away from Simon and you.
As soon as his figure disappears from sight Simon turns to you and gently grips your shoulder; tucking you into his side as he guides you back to the front of the store.
"Thank you for doing that; you didn't have to but I really appreciate it."
"It's no problem," Simon continued his hold on your shoulder; not wanting to yet let go of you, "If anyone messes with you send them my way. I'll deal with them."
You give him a smile in return. "That was honestly really funny by the way; hitting him with the cart."
"I would have ran him over with it, but I didn’t want you having to find a new grocery store because I got the two of us banned."
You laugh at his words and it makes his chest feel tight. He almost wants to record it just so that he could take it with him anywhere he goes.
"C'mon, let's get out of here before they change their minds then!"
Simon had of course won in the end when it came to who was going to be paying. He knew he would, but you still put in a good fight to beat him to it. He’d let you win in a lot of things, but this wasn’t one of them.
-
It wasn’t until the two of you were sitting in your flat after eating did you seem to notice that he had been acting more reserved than he normally would be. Of course you weren’t about to just let him stew in thoughts for long once you caught on to it.
“What’s wrong Simon? You’re acting a lot broodier tonight.”
“I’m leaving soon; next week.” There was no point in lying to you; Simon had gotten the call from Price just a couple of days ago. He had been wondering how he was going to break the news to you.
“Leaving? So soon; do you know when you’ll be back?”
No he doesn’t know when he’ll get to see you again. For all he knows the day he leaves could be the last day the two of you ever see each other again. “No, but I’ll see what I can do to come back soon.”
“You better,” You give him a soft elbow jab to the side, “I’m gonna miss you y'know. I’ve gotten so used to having you around these past few weeks.”
He had as well, almost regrettably so. Your presence in his life had done something to him that he’d never be able to undo. Simon wasn’t sure how he was going to feel not being able to see you. The daily morning walks, evening dinners, and weekend hangouts had quickly become a staple in his life.
For now though the only thing he wanted to do was live in the moment. He didn’t have to say goodbye right now and he wasn’t going to act like he did while he was with you. That time would come later.
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Attention
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Captain Y/N has shown great effort with her valiant efforts to aid the Scouts, and this doesn't go unnoticed by Captain Levi.
Set on finding a way to compliment her efforts, despite his usually indifference, Levi might first fight for her ever sought after attention.
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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Y/N reader
Warnings: None. Just slow burn fluff. Language.
(SFW)
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Another day, another meeting.
Levi sighed. As much as he prioritized the safety and well being of the Corps, these weekly meetings were growing tiring. Not to mention, time consuming. How many reports he could finish within this time, how many cups of tea could have been made....Yet here they were, once more going over old information with nothing new to show for their endeavors.
"...And so I should ask of you all once more; Does anyone have anything to add?" Commander Erwin finished from the head of the mahogany table they all sat around.
After a moment of murmuring amongst the group, Y/N, a fellow captain in the corps, leaned forward and raised a hand confidently.
Erwin nodded to her, allowing her to proceed.
"Pardon me if I misunderstood, but if I understand correctly, you mean to set four squads into two teams to scout the southern section of the forrest five hundred meters south of Shiganshina?" Y/N spoke slowly.
"That would be correct, Captain Y/N." Erwin confirmed.
"If I may suggest, shouldn't we have each separate squad enter both north and south of the forrest to track the titan's numbers and movements more efficiently? I understand spreading our numbers so thin is a risk within itself, but if this is merely an observation expedition, I should think we would need as many eyes in as many places as possible to calculate the titan's activity more accurately. We have flare signal guns and acoustic rounds; we can easily alert nearby teams to imminent dangers." Y/N spoke quicker as the excitement of her own idea spurred her on as she voiced her thoughts.
For a moment, the room was silent as everyone absorbed her words. Levi was left speechless at her revelation, though his mask of indifference remained.
Why didn't I think of that? He wondered.
Immediately, his respect and awe for her increased. Though, if he were honest with himself, he wasn't sure how she could continue to surprise him so. After all these years working alongside her team out in the wilderness, her cleverness never ceased to amaze Levi.
Finally, Erwin stood, his deep blue eyes trained souly on Y/N.
"Y/N....I think you may be onto something here. Keeping my men alive is, of course, one of my first concerns. But your strategy seems to be the more logical one. I think we should bring this to the attention of our comrades in Rose and Sina for further verification, but you have my respect and admiration for such cleverness." Erwin smiled brightly at the younger Captain.
Y/N's eyes grew large at her Commander's words, which seemed to irk Levi slightly. Though he agreed full heartedly with Erwin's words, he couldn't help but feel aggravated with the man's presentation of his admiration.
"So, you're telling me, we've spent weeks in here plotting our next expedition, when we could have asked Y/N for the perfect solution from the very beginning?" Captain Mike chuckled in disbelief from across the table from where Levi sat.
"Y/N, you could have saved us hours of time with this!"
Y/N blushed in embarrassment.
"Well, I've been thinking about this event ever since our first meeting a couple weeks ago, and this morning it finally clicked in my head, so I thought I'd share it," she modestly admitted.
"Are you kidding? Y/N, that's genius!" Hange also stood and reached over the table to grab at Y/N's shoulders. "Erwin, I think if she wanted to, she could replace you!"
Levi unconsciously shot Erwin, Mike, and Hange a scowl, to which none of them noticed with their attention trained on Y/N. He himself wanted to say such kind words to her, for reasons he couldn't quite understand yet, but he lacked the vocabulary to convey such thoughts to her. Much less in a crowded room.
"Alright, I think this meeting is adjourned! This is the most progress we've had in awhile, so it's safe to say we can all take a break." Erwin chuckled, much to Levi's relief.
Finally.
Levi, Y/N, and Mike stood from their seats and joined Hange in saluting Erwin, of which he returned. Everyone began to file out of the room in a line; with Erwin, Levi and Y/N near the back.
With the other's attention trained on leaving to room to go about their days, Levi made up his mind that he would take this opportunity to congratulate Y/N on her brilliance like the others had. But the moment he subtly gained her attention and opened his mouth to speak, Erwin approached them both and placed a sturdy hand onto the woman's shoulder.
"Y/N, would you mind taking a moment to sign your signature onto a form I must send to Commander Pyxis in regards to this meeting? Keeping him informed on our movements is one of my requirements. And since this was your idea, I want you to have the honors of taking the credit."
Erwin smiled brightly down at the younger Captain.
"But, sir, are you sure?" She asked breathlessly.
"Of course, Y/N. I value you, and as such, I want you to take the credit for your own genius; as Hange put it." Erwin reassured.
Levi shot a look up towards Erwin, but the Commander didn't seem to notice. With a scoff, Levi made for the door.
As much as he wanted to speak with Y/N, he knew it was pointless to try now. He would simply have to wait.
As he left, he heard the sweet sound of Y/N's laughter as she agreed and thanked the Commander when he handed her a form sheet.
Though he hadn't meant to, Levi closed the door behind him with a bang.
Slightly embarrassed and confused by his behavior, he clicked his tongue and made for his own office to finish his unattended work. Perhaps this would distract him from the odd pinging feelings in his heart…
…Pining?
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Around two hours later, Levi was finished. With nothing else left to do, he stood from his desk and stretched. Before he could even make up his mind as to what he should do now, he heard voices outside his closed office door.
Y/N? He immediately wondered.
Briskly walking to his door, he flung it open and darted his eyes back and forth up and down the hall. And indeed, there she stood.
Y/N and one of the cadets in her squad walked side by side down the hall, engaged in some sort of chit chat.
Combing his hair back with a hand and straightening his uniform, Levi left the safety of his office and closed his door behind him.
Maybe now, he could congratulate her.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but scoff.
He'd never thought this hard about praising someone for their work before. Actually, as he thought about it, he'd never congratulated anyone on their work before.
What does this mean? He wondered.
When Y/N's eyes met his, she suddenly faltered in her step and stopped mid sentence. She awkwardly waved to him, and quickly averted her gaze. When he awkwardly waved back, not knowing how else to react, she quickly sent the cadet on their way and approached Levi.
Once in front of him, she stammered for the right words to say.
"Good afternoon, Levi," she smiled.
"Afternoon," Levi struggled to reply, a sudden knot forming in his throat.
Get it together, Levi…
As Y/N opened her mouth to speak, Levi also spoke.
"So, I-"
"You did well."
They simultaneously paused to understand what the other had said, both taken aback.
"I-I'm sorry, you first, sir." Y/N stammered out after a moment.
"Uhh..." Levi felt his face grow hot, which both embarrassed and aggravated him. He cleared his throat and attempted to start over.
"I...apologize. Please, you first."
"Oh!…Well, I was just on my way to see you, actually," Y/N admitted, unconsciously turning her face away.
Levi suddenly forgot all he had planned to say to her, instead just settling to watch her as she awkwardly looked at anything but his face. Suddenly he felt overwhelmed by her presence and wasn't sure how to react. But after a moment, he composed himself and decided how he wanted to continue from here.
"I'm glad you were. I'd like a word with you, if you have the time to spare," he finally managed.
Y/N's eyes lit up, but before she could respond, a loud screech followed by the thudding of footsteps filled the corridor around them.
"Y/N!!"
Both Levi and Y/N turned sharply towards the noise, only to see Hange running full speed up the hall their way towards them.
Levi couldn't believe his luck today. First Erwin, now Hange? He folded his arms across his chest and stared Hange down as they finally came to a stop, yet they didn't seem to take any notice. Instead, they ran directly towards Y/N and came to a stop less then two feet from the poor girl's face.
"Y/N, you have to help me!" They blurted.
"Hange? What's wrong?"
Y/N was immediately distracted.
"You see....My poor test subject broke free of his restraints during testing...I could use some help subduing him?" Hange gave Y/N their best pleading look, which seems to do the trick. Sadly.
"Okay, okay, I'll be right there! Levi just needs a word with me first..." Y/N turned to look at Levi with a hopeful smile, but the man couldn't help but sigh.
"Go, this is obviously more important than a few words," he scoffed.
A slightly hurt look flashed through Y/N eyes before Hange grabbed her by the arm.
"Thanks shorty, I'll bring her back!"
With that hasty promise, Hange soon disappeared with Y/N in tow.
Once again, Levi stood alone.
"Damn them," Levi cursed under his breath as he wandered off from his office to find something else to distract his mind from her with.
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At this point, the sun was beginning to set below the horizon. The halls were near silent and completely empty. The only movement to be seen was the flickering of candle light produced from lanterns in the halls, covering the stone walls and floors in unique shapes and patterns.
Once more, Levi sat at his desk; a mug of warm tea in one hand and an ink quill in the other. Yet he had nothing to write, despite the many words that swam around in his head.
"Shitty brain....shitty feelings," he muttered to himself. Still, he couldn't figure out these strange sensations plaguing his mind and heart, despite the three years he'd spent trying.
Just then, a quiet knock sounded at his door. Barely lifting his head to investigate, he grumbled out a quick 'come in'.
The door opened, and light footsteps made their way over towards his desk. Still he didn't look up, already fed up with his day.
That was, until the person cleared their throat nervously.
Whipping his head up, he met the gaze of a rather sheepish looking Y/N.
"Hey, I uhh, finished helping Hange," she grinned. Upon seeing her smile, Levi couldn't help but return a small one of his own, though to most it appeared as more of a grimace than a gesture of relief.
Y/N took a seat opposite him at his desk, and so began their little chat.
A little chat turned into an interesting conversation. A conversation led into a lengthy discussion, which in turn led to their opening up to one another. Neither of them paid any attention to the passage of time, which flew by them in what felt like the blink of an eye.
And at lost last, he finally found his moment to compliment the enchanting woman sitting across from him, in his own way.
Finally.
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Told my therapist about NaClYoHo, and she likes the idea a lot. But she had a really important question that I couldn't answer: What happens at the end of November for people who want or need to continue?
Hey, I told mine too! She thought it was a smart way to systematize something that even people without ADHD struggle with. I did write a little about this in the manifesto but not in a systemic way, and perhaps I should add some kind of "What Happens After November?" onto the end, so thank you for asking this question!
No system works for every person, and often if a system does work, only part of it works. So when I went to write the manifesto, I wanted to make it as modular as possible. There's a reason that while NaClYoHo is a community, it's a very loose one, without a messageboard or discord or anything that would more intentionally bring people together. This is meant to be a framework on which you build your own home, not an apartment building.
So honestly, what happens at the end of November is up to you.
(I'm assuming for the rest of this post that you've been participating, but if you haven't, that's okay -- most of this should still apply, it's just less about "continuing momentum" and more about "committing to an idea".)
I talk a little in the manifesto about how doing this can help to systematize it -- having spent 30 days putting on a podcast and cleaning can teach you that it's easier than you think, and can put you in the habit. So if you feel it's good for you, keep doing what you're doing. Even posting about it, if you want. Maybe find a buddy you can talk to about it, or give it five minutes in therapy every week.
That said, doing this Every Day For A Month can also be tiring. I find it stressful! I manage the stress, but right now I look forward to giving myself permission not to see something dirty or broken and feel compelled to clean or fix it. Part of doing this in November, for me, is that the rest of the year I can say "Well, that's a November problem" and let it go. So you can, instead of keeping on, start keeping notes about what needs to be done, and either wait until next November, or designate a time period every few months to take care of it. Or have one day a week that's the Salty Pirate day, where you do dishes, or vacuum, or fold laundry or whatever.
NaClYoHo is going to taper gently for me -- it ends tomorrow, but some stuff is going to linger, like the craft projects I need to finish or the furniture I need to assemble that hasn't arrived yet. You can also do that -- keep cleaning as long as you have energy and, once you're feeling tired, stop for a bit.
Now, bearing in mind that I'm just a guy on the internet, it seems like your therapist is engaged with your process, so I would recommend bringing it back to her. She seems like the ideal person to help you make a plan for after November -- you can examine your options, maybe come up with some I haven't named, and discuss how each of them might impact you. And if you're checking in with her about it going forward, she can help you gauge how you're doing with it. At some point it might just be so habitual you don't need to worry about it as a process anymore -- or at some point you might need to set yourself a boundary.
It can be a little intimidating to put yourself so fully in control of something, but the only way you make this work for you is to make it your own. Whether that means continuing on with your whole chest, or shrinking it down for the rest of the year, or stopping -- you get to decide.
Good luck. :) And give your therapist a high five for me.
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𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖 𝑴 & 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳.
Warnings: female reader, pronouns used are she&her. Degradation, oral, (f on m) dirty talk & face slapping, cheating,,, uhhhh, I think that's it....?? Not much of a smut, more a blurb than anything else. 🤷♀️
Again, I might add more but as y'all know already, I'm horrid when it comes to full, length fics and writing a properly well written ending so….. lmao. We'll see.
All the stories I write are mainly just PWP. 🤷♀️
Enjoy, though! ;)
"You don't deserve to feel this good, you know that? You are nothing to me expect a hole to spill my cum into." The man's words cut her deeper than the knife he had pierced into her earlier within the night. Her eyes stung with tears and she gasped, choking back a sob.
One of which she isn't too sure whether or not it was because the words that had slipped past his lips or due to how good she was feeling with his cock being buried inside of her, all the way into her guts, the way he had promised he'd do if she didn't behave.
"Say it," he spat as he then lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, causing her mouth to suddenly fall more open into a wider 'o' shape, a squeak loudly escaping the back of her throat.
"Tell me you don't deserve me. You don't deserve this cock. You are nothing. Nothing but a needy, little bitch, fucking her best friend's boyfriend. You are fucking worthless, you mean nothing to me expect when I want something to fuck. Isn't that right? How would Sidney feel if she knew her best friend and boyfriend were fucking each other's brains out behind closed doors?"
(Y/N) grabbed the nearest pillow and placed the small plush object into her mouth as she bit down onto it, holding back the screams she very much wanted to holler out.
"How would Stu feel, (Y/N)? Knowing his girlfriend was backing her ass up on his best friend's cock. You think he'd be upset with you or do you think he'd join in on the fun?"
Before she could even begin to question what he meant by that, and why she'd be worried about what Stu thought (knowing damn well he had been fucking Tatum on the side), the door flew open and there the man stood with his head tilted aside and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
She half expected for Stu to yell, 'what the fuck is going on here?!' instead, however, he shook his head and dropped a bag down by his feet as he strutted in, kicking the door behind him with the heel of his boot.
"You told me I'd get to go first," he frowned, folding his arms across his chest. Billy shrugged as he still continued to move his lower half, rocking his hips as he thrusts deeper into the girl beneath him.
Stu scoffed and rolled his eyes, flipping the bird toward Billy before he focused his attention onto the girl he loves dearly.
"Hi, baby," he greeted as he then walked over to where his girlfriend was before he bent forward to press a tender and loving kiss to her forehead.
"You feeling good? Billy making my baby girl feel okay?" And okay, this had to be the weirdest fucking thing ever but oh my God... she was more turned on than she had been before. Weakly, she nods and throws the pillow she had been biting into aside so she could speak properly.
"Y-Yeah," she stammers, breathing ragged and heavy as she tries to gather her words together.
"W-What's going on?" She questioned as she licked her lips, hoping that this was reality and not one of those dreams she had been having for the past few months.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? For the both of us to fuck you like there's no tomorrow? Have you seeing stars and rearrange your guts?" Stu asked as he then snickered, hand coming up as he presses the palm of it against (Y/N)'s cheek, giving her a playful pinch with his index finger and thumb.
"You're so cute when you are confused, baby. How about you open that mouth for me, though? Lemme see that pretty tongue on the slit of my cock before I fuck that throat of yours."
Nodding now eagerly, almost way too desperately, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and watches how Stu, in one swift movement, undoes his belt and the zipper of his jeans before pulling them (and his boxers) down to his ankles.
The tip of his cock had already been wet with precum and as he guides his shaft into her wet, warm and wanting mouth, the taste of salt splashes across her tongue and she groans in pleasure, bliss flooding through her like a waterfall. Billy’s cock was also practically being flooded with her juices.
She made a mental note to wash the duvet comforter once the night was over and the sun had risen, and well, y'know... once her guts had been completely rearranged and her pussy had been fully abused by two.
As Billy continued to fuck into her, the noises of her arousal grew louder, echoing against the walls were the sounds of how wet her pussy was and Billy’s genitals clapping against her ass.
“Always such a tight fucking cunt,” Billy groaned as he had now dropped his hand down, letting her hair be free from his grip as he then dug his nails into her hips.
“How’s her mouth feel, Stu? She being a good cockslut for you?” Stu groaned in approval as he nodded his head. He licks his lips before replying, “Yeah, she’s got such a good, hot fucking mouth on her.” He said as if it were a matter of fact.
(According to Billy and Stu — it was.)
“You want to have a turn at her? I did promise, after all..”
“Well, she is MY girlfriend too, so I would reckon that I could and would be able to fuck her,” Stu replied in a snarky manner. Billy laughed as he slowly pulled out, his cock covered in juices as he did so.
“What a sight — nothing like seeing your come, covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?" He purred.
(Y/N) nodded as she wrapped her mouth around the crown of his cock, pushing herself down onto his length as she hollows in her cheeks, being the good whore that she was.
Her tongue laps up and down his shaft and she practically glows with happiness when she hears - from both men - how good of a girl she is and how hot she is with a mouthful of cock.
"Alright, baby, let Stu have at that cunt, yeah?"
(Y/N) pulls away, saliva dripping down her chin and she looks absolutely fucking out of it -- Billy and Stu love it more than anything else in the world.
Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed with heat and her eyes were groggy and droopy, exhaustion clearly sneaking up on her. Though, the boys knew better than to stop right now.
They wanted to fucking ruin her. They wanted to have her limping for days, wanted her to feel where their cocks had ruined her insides when she moved.
"If you're a good girl and make me cum, maybe Billy will tear that little asshole of yours up, would you like that?" Stu asked as he inserted his cock into her desperate, eager and wanting hole, a longing moan erupting from the back of her throat as she nods rapidly, more saliva dropping from her mouth.
"Fuck, yes. I want the both of you inside of me." She begged.
"Ah, ah... Have to make me cum first, understand?" Stu said as he then grabbed a handful of his girlfriend's hair, pulling her back as his hips bucked into her, cock going deeper inside her as he began to rock his hips.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that began to pool in the heat of her stomach.
"She really does know how to take a cock, doesn't she, Stu?"
"That she does, Billy. Speaking of which, how about she sucks off yours? She is quite beautiful with a cock being slammed down her throat, after all."
"Don't have to tell me twice. Open that pretty mouth of yours up, bitch. Going to have you gagging around me," Billy waited until her mouth was open and wide before he thrusts his hardening member down her throat, doing exactly as he had said he was going to do.
"That's it, gag on this fat, fucking cock, you whore," He spat as he raised the palm of his hand and slapped her cheek.
"What I say earlier, huh? You don't deserve to feel this good. Don't deserve to feel this good by two cocks. Such a pathetic little needy bitch you are, (Y/N)." Billy groaned as he moved his cock in and out of her warm and wet mouth, groaning a string of curse words as he fucked her throat.
"Gonna cum down that throat and make you swallow every last drop of it." He said, and all (Y/N) could do was nod. Well, the best she could given the fact her hair was still being held by Stu's fist.
"Yeah, fuck.... keep talking to her like she's a worthless whore," Stu said from above, voice breaking as he spoke which only meant he was close to an orgasm.
"Gonna have me coming in no time and then we can ruin both of her holes." Stu said.
"That's what you'd like, isn't it, (Y/N)? Is she worthy of that though, Stu? Does she deserve a cock in her pussy and in that tight asshole of hers?"
"I'm not sure...." Stu answered as he bit his bottom lip, eyes closing as he inhales a deep breath, his body growing hot as his cock twitched, begging to spill out its seed into the girl before him.
"Though, I must say I'm curious if she can handle it," He said after a moment. "I'm sure the bitch can," Billy said, licking his lips. "And even if she can't, she'll learn how to adjust, won't you?"
For obvious reasons, (Y/N) said nothing. She just concentrated on making Billy feel good while thrusting backward on Stu's cock, eager to make both of them let loose.
" 'm going to come," announced Stu as he finally let go of her hair and placed his hands on her hips, fingernails digging into her skin as he groaned her name over and over, like a broken record. Finally, he spills his seed deep inside of her, making the girl nearly scream out in pure bliss.
She couldn't, however, because before she knew it, her mouth was being filled up with Billy's cum, nearly drowning her in it. She chokes slightly, blinking back tears but does exactly as he wanted - she swallows every last drop, even lapping up the tip of his cock with her tongue, getting that very last drop into her mouth.
"Fucking hell.... such a good girl," Billy complimented. Stu nodded in agreement as he slowly pulled out. He couldn't help but coo at the sight when he sat back against the bed.
He smiled fondly as he leaned forward, only to lift his hand and slap her ass, making her yelp in response. (Y/N)'s pussy was leaking with cum, dripping all over the bed comforter.
"Well, she did what you asked." Stu giggled. "And I suppose she did make me cum, too...... So, guess that means we're going to ruin those little holes, hm?" Stu stood up just to get on eye level with his girlfriend, placing his hand on her cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.
"You ready for round two, baby girl?"
She was in for a long fucking night... She smiled, though, and nodded as she muttered; 'yes, please.'
The boys turned to look at each other, copy-catting the other one's smirk. They then turned to (Y/N), chuckling deeply together.
"She's such a good whore, isn't she?"
"Certified freak, I'd say."
#i didn't know how to end this#like per usual#also didn't know what to title this#i just wanted a fic with more degrading bc uhhhhh#it's something VERY personal to me#and we could always use more of it#i think#anyways#cierra's stories#stu macher x billy loomis x reader#poly ghostface ig??#stu macher x reader#stu macher x y/n#stu macher x you#stu macher smut#billy loomis smut#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis fanfic#billy loomis x you#billy loomis x y/n#scream smut#scream fanfic#scream imagines#billy loomis imagines#stu macher imagines
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Ice Kisses (Geto x Reader)
He's so sweet, every time I think about him I wanna cry. My sweet baby boy. He would call me a monkey but it's ok pookie
Tomorrow S2E2 comes out I'm so pumped!! He is my little cutie and I wanna keep him in my pocket and protect him from the world.
In which we tease Suguru with ice cubes
Bye now - Mars ♡
“Is this too much for my pretty boy hm?” you whispered, cold lips kissing down his jaw. His hands restrained behind him with pink fluffy handcuffs as he sat up with you straddling his lap.
It wasn’t every day that Suguru allowed you to be on top, so you better believed you were going to make the most of it. He was such a pretty bottom and you wished he’d give you chance to see him like this more often.
It took a lot of convincing for you to even earn topping him for one night. Suguru liked to be in control, control of his surroundings, in his life and especially in the bedroom. He would often manhandle you around in whatever position he wanted and overstimulate your cunt until tears were rolling down your face.
“Ahh shit baby” he whispered out. His hands struggling against the cuffs making them tighter around his wrist.
You trailed the ice cube, that was between your lips, down his throat in a slow tantalizing manner. Geto felt the coldness burn his skin in the most delicious way. He felt so hot and heated despite the cold against him.
Taking the ice cube and gliding it with your fingers down between his pecs, you smiled up innocently at him and whispered, “I wonder how you’d react if I were to” circles his erect nipple with the ice, “do this”. You pressed the ice cube harder against his nipple and he yelped, his chest flexing as he constricted his pecs.
“Do that again for me yea?” you bring you mouth down to his other nipple placing small kisses on it before you took it into your mouth; sucking and biting lightly. His other nipple still being tortured with the cold ice in contrast to your warm mouth on the next one.
It drove him mad. He wanted to scream and more than anything he wanted out of this fucking annoying cuffs. He wanted to fold you in half and pound you until your tears dried up on that pretty face.
“You-ah! You’ll regret this” he threatened.
“What did you say? Go lower?” You pulled away both the ice cube and your mouth from his very sensitive body and smiled. “I can do that pretty” you allowed the ice cube to drop lower until it glided itself onto the curve of his lower stomach and into his navel and he flinched harshly. His eyes closed and brows furrowed.
“You. Are. So. Fucked!” He warned you but you just laughed and leaned down pressing light kisses down his belly.
“You’re all talk and no bite you know that?” You were going to be fucked if you didn’t stop teasing him but oh well. You were going to be fucked anyway so might as well add more fuel to the fire.
You continued kissing down his body. Littering kisses over his hip and thighs and biting the sensitive spots that you knew would get a reaction from him. Suguru stayed silent the whole time, lower lip bitten to keep himself quiet with eyes closed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you knew he was trying to hold back himself.
You kissed up the length of his cock but chose to ignore the tip because why would you give him that satisfaction when you could tease him further. “So beautiful” you spoke to his pretty dick standing tall and proud in front of your face.
Taking the ice cube that had melted into a smaller size, however still effective, and brought it down to his cock. “AH!” he gasped loudly, “you…” he huffed out.
Ignoring his words, you glided it up and down his cock, making sure to rub it on that bulging vein on the underside. “You seem to be enjoying this” you commented playfully.
“Please please princess”
Shifting yourself so that you’re comfortable on his thighs you leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Please what baby? Tell me what you want” you whispered softly and continued to press gentle kisses on his cheek whilst your hand continued gliding the ice cube up and down on his cock.
You pulled away from his face awaiting his answer. You knew he could barely speak but he tortured you many times like this, so it was only fair. You waited a few seconds, still nothing.
“Suguru, don’t keep me waiting” you spoke, voice somewhat stern yet he didn’t say anything. Instead he allowed his head to drop down on your shoulder, his breathing heavy and face flushed.
“T-too much sweet” he pants “sweet thing”
You smiled seemingly satisfied and moved the ice cube over his dripping tip, his body stiffened and he jolted up right.
“Fuck! Stop that…ngh stop that now” he cursed and stared at you with a dangerous glint in those pretty eyes.
Being the considerate lover you were, you pulled the ice cube away and placed it into your mouth, sucking on it. You leaned in and kissed him pushing the ice into his mouth with your tongue. You left it there and then lowered yourself onto the bed, kneeling in front of his angry red cock.
“I wish to torture you more, however” you took the tip into your mouth and sucked on it resulting with him groaning in pleasure. You heard him break the ice cube in his mouth and smiled to yourself.
“More moree” he commanded and you pulled away resting your head on his thigh. Your cheek pressing against his leg.
“No” you smiled up at him and you swear if looks could kill you’d be meeting all your ancestors.
“Princess, I’m, please, just” he muttered out, seemingly losing patience. The minute he was out of these cuffs you were doomed and it excited you.
“You know what we should try? Wax play” you spoke sitting up on the bed and looking at him, “or maybe food play” you cupped his cheeks and stared at him. “Wait is ice considered food play too? No I guess that falls more under temperature play. Wax also falls under that right? Maybe we should do that” you rambled on actively ignoring Suguru’s annoyed expression and hard cock poking your leg.
“I really love when you rant princess but please shut up” he said and bucked his hip upward needily. “Uncuff me baby” he leaned in and kissed your neck. “Let me take care of you” he whispered and continued his assault on your skin.
“Liar” you sighed and allowed him to kiss and tease you. It felt so good. Reaching for his hair you loosen it out from the bun and trailed your fingers through his locks, massaging his scalp.
“Hmm uncuff me princess” he tried coaxing you with his sweet words and it was hard to resist. “Hmm I’m not so sure I wanna do that Sugaru” you laughed at your joke but he looked at you unamused.
“I promise to make you feel good” Suguru bit you neck and sucked on the aching flesh, “you’re my princess after all so let me take care of you”
Fuck your soul. The effect this man had on you was detrimental to your vagina in this very moment. You knew you were going to get pounded into next year if you uncuffed him but god was his words so sweet.
Hesitantly you uncuffed him and within a minute he pushed you down and folded you into a mating press. His cock bullying it’s way into your warm gummy walls and you gasped loudly. This angle made him hit all the right spots and he exploited that knowledge.
You were truly fucked.
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Fourth Favorite Color
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
After a mission, the feelings you and Natasha have for each other come to light when you share a hotel room
Note: *Gasp* there’s only one bed… So this is very soft and I enjoyed writing it. I hope that you enjoy reading it!
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You knew when you started falling for her that it might have been a bad idea. It never felt wrong, but it wasn’t meant to feel so right either. But it did. You were falling in love with Natasha Romanoff and you liked it.
When you first met Natasha, you had just joined the team. You never expected yourself to become anything more than overlooked member of the team, having no superpowers of your own. But that very first day Natasha took the time to talk to you about your role on the team.
You had a hard time paying attention to her. Or maybe it was a hard time not hanging onto her every word. She was captivating in just a black sweatshirt and her hair up in a braid.
You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining what it feel like to run your hand through her red hair.
You thought your attraction to her was one sided. Just a young person being lost in a captivating older woman. A story you’ve heard before.
But when Steve handed out the assignments for the latest mission and Nat volunteered to bunk with you, your stomach dropped at the idea. Did she know there was only one bed? Did she know what she does to you by simply looking at you?
Completely flustered is how you find yourself quietly sinking into the mattress now while Natasha is in the shower. The first part of the mission went well, but you’d have to stay the night to make sure there were no more issues.
“Hey, I’ll set my alarm for the morning,” your thoughts are interrupted by Natasha’s voice.
You look over at her to see her standing there with wet hair and you think she’s the most beautiful she’s ever been.
“Sounds good,” you manage to respond. Nat offers you a small smile and she lays next to you on the bed. She’s closer to you then she has to be, but you don’t mind.
The streetlight outside the hotel room illuminates the room a bit too much and you both lay there awake.
“Y/n, have you ever been in love?” Natasha suddenly breaks the silence. She doesn’t turn and look at you, and when you glance at her she is fiddling with her hands over her stomach.
“Maybe. I’m not really sure,” you tell her. It’s not a complete lie; although, you’re pretty sure you’re in love with Natasha. “Have you?” You add hesitantly.
Natasha sighs and finally turns to look at you. Her eyes find yours and feel shy under her gaze.
“I think so,” Nat responds. She takes a deep breath and continues. “But I don’t think they loved me back.”
“How could they not love you?” You ask, your voice soft.
Natasha lets out a soft laugh, but it’s not of glee or hilarity. It’s a sad laugh. The kind that keeps you from crying in a tough situation.
“I’m serious, Natasha.”
“I know you are,” she says. “It’s just- no one cares enough. No one wants to know anything important. They just want to sleep with me and when I don’t want that, they leave. People always leave.”
“What’s something important you’d like for someone to know about you?” You ask her. She looks thrown by your question and she thinks about it for a moment.
“I don’t know. Anything. Maybe even as simple as my favorite color.”
“Your favorite color? It’s red, isn’t it?” You ask her. Her smile tells you that you’re correct. “What’s your second favorite?“
“My second favorite?” Nat questions. When you nod, she laughs. “I guess it’s black.”
“Interesting,” you say, holding back a laugh. You don’t know why you think it’s funny, but you do.
“What’s your favorite color?” She asks. “I’m sorry I don’t know it.” Nat sounds truly apologetic.
“That’s okay,” you assure her. “It’s green,” you begin and then add, “like your eyes.”
You swear you see a light pink grace Natasha’s cheeks before she looks up to the ceiling.
“Second favorite?” She asks.
“Red, like your hair,” you respond. Before you met Natasha, you would have said it was purple or blue or orange, but the moment you met her that red of her hair became one of your favorite colors.
“You like the red? Sometimes I think of changing it,” Natasha says.
“I love the red,” you say. You can’t stop yourself from reaching out and pushing a stray piece of her hair off of her shoulder. She shivers at your touch.
Natasha turns to lay on her side and you do the same. Hesitantly, she rests her hand loosely on your hip. When you inch closer to her, she tightens her grip on your hip.
“I love everything about you,” Natasha says. You can’t believe what she’s saying. You search her eyes for any reason she could be lying, but you find none.
“I love everything about you too, Natasha,” you tell her. You smile so widely at her, but frown when you see her glance away from you.
“I wouldn’t be good for you,” Nat says.
“Natasha, everything about you is good. I promise you that,” you say.
She shakes her head. You reach for her cheek and softly turn her face to look at you again.
“Listen to me, I’ve tried to think of every reason to not love you. And I come up empty every time. The fact is that I love you. I love you and your crazy choice for a second favorite color. I love you Natasha Romanoff,” you say.
“I’m scared,” Natasha says. You’ve never seen her this vulnerable before.
“I’m scared too. But hey, I’m not going to leave you. People don’t always leave. Sometimes they stay. And I will stay. Lovers, friends, whatever you want to be. I love you and I always will.”
Natasha leans in closer and your lips are almost against hers. Her body is pressed against yours gently.
“Can I kiss you?” She asks.
“Please,” you reply.
In the next moment, her lips are against yours. The kiss doesn’t last long, but it’s passionate nonetheless.
“Can we take it slow?” Natasha asks once she’s pulled away.
“I’d like that,” you reply.
You kiss her forehead and she melts against you. She shifts to wrap her arms around you tighter and buries her face in your neck.
“So, what’s your fourth favorite color?” You ask her and she laughs so hard. You relish in the sound of her happiness.
“We skipped third favorite,” Nat says.
“That’s because no one has a third favorite color,” you reply simply.
“But they have a fourth?”
“That’s correct, baby,” you say with a smile and Natasha shakes her head affectionately.
“Thanks for caring about me enough to want to know my fourth favorite color,” Nat says. She leans up and drops a kiss to your cheek.
“Of course. Goodnight Natasha.”
“Goodnight y/n.”
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I'm not normally one to rant or anything but here goes.
I hesitate to tag this. but I feel it needs to be said, in fact I feel it HAS to be said or I think this fandom is just going to be done for within the next 5 or so years. People need to read this and understand what is happening within the fandom and not continue this behavior or turn a blind eye to it.
This fandom has a SERIOUS problem. I don't say that lightly either. I feel like 99% of this fandom are sweet and caring people. but we have that 1%.
This 1% is killing the community in this fandom. How is it okay to message someone, demand they make a statement on THEIR blog and when they say they don't want to talk about it you then tell them you wish they would die a horrible death?
TW for suicide and SA! (you have been warned) Long rant below.
(preempted note to let everyone know that I am fine, I am not posting this for people to feel bad for me. I am using my own experiences as examples, but this is not a 'me' issue this is a fandom issue)
Why is that so normalized here? The vague blogging and the call to arms people in this fandom do is actually disgusting. Picking one person and just beating them down until they eventually leave the fandom and at the SAME people will be like. "Why is the Hetalia fandom so small?" Who wants to be in a fandom where making one statement that's not even bad could get you death threats?
I don't think the fandom realizes how hurtful what they say can be. Sure you might not have liked a post someone made because you disagreed. Well then scroll down, hit the block button and carry on with your life. Why do some of you feel it is acceptable behavior to make mass posts calling out someone or going into their inbox to tell them you wish they would kill themselves?
I say I don't like Spamano and people say they want me dead. I say I don't want to talk about IRL politics on my parody Hetalia blog and my life and entire country is threatened.
I say we shouldn't insert our ships into everyone's lives and let people ship what they want and not feel forced to appease you. and you guessed it people wish terrible things onto me and my body.
I feel the only way this behavior will change is if we start calling it out more. I know it will feel repetitive but I think ignoring it is only making it worse at this point.
I know a lot of people would read this and think "If you don't like it then leave the fandom" well YOU'RE the issue. This is not normal behavior. These are not actions of someone who is mentality well. Why should I leave a fandom I've been in for 10 years because some idiot cannot handle that I don't like shipping characters together? How is that impacting their life at all?
a few months ago I made a post and it was highjacked and someone totally just took it over and added their own thing onto it talking about SA. Totally out of left field not related to what I posted at all. I simply messaged them and asked them if they could please remove the comment as I am a survivor of SA and it don't think it was funny or appropriate to add onto my post and they just said. "No I can say anything I want to. I was talking about Hetalia so it's fine." like what do you mean no!? Who responds that way? What a normal considerate person would do is say "I'm sorry of course! I can just go make my own post." but no they just left it there. It's still there, won't say which post or who it was because it doesn't matter anymore.
But this is the kind of behavior I'm talking about. This weird entitlement of everyone being so defensive and angry all the time. Just wanting to pick a fight over nothing. You never know if simply saying something like (Example) "I don't really like Austria" Could land you 100 anons all saying they wanted you to off yourself. It's like a game of Russian roulette. It's a very stressful environment for a big creator to be in. All it really takes is the wrong person to see a post you made and disagreed with and all of a sudden they are making posts about you without mentioning your name but are CLEARLY about you saying "This person hates all Austrians, they are a neo-nazi and we should all block them and send them hate and also let's just reword what they said to make it sound 100x worse because people won't read the original post and they will just believe us." Who would want to be a creator in an environment like that?
would you believe me if I told you I still to this day am getting someone in my inbox calling for my r*pe because of the stupid fucking beauty pageant poll I did? Is that not insanity? Who is that person? Wtf is their life? I personally could not imagine sending hate to anyone for any reason, and if I did it would be off of anon and I would say it with my chest. Because in order for someone to push it that far they would have to saying some absolutely terrible stuff to make me take time from my day and life to give them negative energy.
The fandom is shrinking because of the 1% driving them away. They come after artists who draw a character in a way they don't like. They come after writers for depicting a character in a way they disagree with. They go after shippers for portraying their ship 'wrong'. They will comment on people's fun little head canons and just leave the rudest most unnecessary comments thinks like "He wouldn't do that" like okay?? Thanks for your insert betty sue. And it's always when you were never trying to set someone off is when they lose their minds. They do not understand even if a blog is big and has a lot of followers it is still THAT creators blog. they are a person not an identity who just churns out content for just you and they have to say and do whatever you want.
Another thing the 1% like to do on here is they will wait for you to say something and then they will jump to attack a person who does the thing you said you dislike and they will tell that person "blog name XYZ said you are a horrible person and I agree kill yourself" That one is a near direct quote I got not too long ago. I got several like that and actually had to message said creator and say "Why are you mad at me?" and they were completely confused, had no idea how they decided to attack me because of what they said. When I tell you that the 1% are sitting there frothing at the mouth wanting to send hate and death threats I mean that 100%
It's not JUST me either. All creators in the Hetalia fandom I'm sure could tell you about upsetting hate they received and had no idea what they even did or said wrong. I have spoken to former Hetalia blogs ones who I used to call my pals before I went on my hiatus and came back. They all said they left not because they started hating Hetalia but they left for their mental health because the 1% got too bold and unchecked. This was never an issue before quarantine. I know it brought a lot of new fans and that's great! But I also feel along with bringing in some wonderful people it brought in some really dark minded people as well. Saying "Just disable anons and move on" is also not a solution. these people are still here and if they're not bothering me or you they are tormenting someone else because that's what these people do. That 'someone else' may only need the tiniest nudge at the edge and they may just actually hurt themselves. You don't know people. You don't know what everyone is going through. You don't know what someone's life is like outside of here.
PLEASE Please! stop telling people to kill themselves. Stop telling people to go get R**ed in a gutter. Get some help talk to a therapist, a friend, a trusted teacher, a life coach, your parents, your sibling. anyone! And if you don't have anyone in your life you can talk to you can message me and we can talk about what you're going through. I'm sure any other Hetalian on here would say the same thing. Bloggers are real people.
International suicide hotlines
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I know I will more than likely get hate for posting this. Which is upsetting to just know is going to happen but someone needs to say this because it's getting kind of out of control these last couple months I feel.
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A fitting name
Character: Remus Lupin
Warnings: None - pure fluff
Contents: You have another secret meeting up in the astronomy tower with your best friend (and crush) Remus Lupin. Will tonight be the time you finally confess?
Word-count: 600
A/N: This was written with Marauders-era!Remus in mind but could probably be read as Professor!Lupin as well.
As you sit and look up at the moon, a secretive smile tugs on the corners of your mouth. Your eyes twinkle when you hum under your breath - it almost sounds like you're agreeing to something. Maybe the moon told you something nobody else knows, a secret shared between the two of you. A sigh escapes your lips and you close your eyes. The warmth of his hand on yours is comforting, and you wish this moment could stretch on forever.
Next to you he's fighting an internal battle you stay oblivious to. His gaze locked on the curve of your lips, that look so inviting, it takes his entire willpower to not lean down and brush his own against yours. A soft gust of wind sweeps the hair out of your face, now fully illuminated by the moon, your content expression is making it seem like you sit there basking in its light. He thinks it makes you look ethereal.
You open your eyes again as another breath escapes you. "It's very fitting, you know?"
Slightly startled, Remus hums in acknowledgment. "What is?" he asks, intrigued by your seemingly random prompt.
"Your nickname. Moony," again, a soft smile spreads on your lips the moment his name leaves your mouth. "Moony," you exhale once more, and it is whispered so softly into the night he almost thinks it sounds more like a term of endearment than a nickname. "It's gorgeous, isn't it?"
"My name?" he responds, with a slight crease forming between his brows. He's taken aback by your sudden boldness and confused how you came to that conclusion seemingly at random.
You turn your head towards him while you laugh softly into the quiet of the night. "The moon, Remus... I was talking about the moon," angling your face back towards the sky, you continue, "It's stunning, wouldn't you agree?" Remus simply nods. In this moment, he thinks, he'd agree to anything you said. He considers telling you how the moon doesn't compare to you. How every time he catches your eyes his breath hitches, or how he can feel his fingers tingle with the need to reach out whenever you're close enough. How he wishes to lace his fingers through yours or tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He's so close to laying everything he bottled up all this time in front of you right then and there. But alas, he doesn't dare speak up, lest he disturb the serene expression on your face.
He's glad when you continue speaking, breaking his spiraling thoughts. "Almost as breathtaking as you," and when you turn your head to face him again, the expression you wear shatters something in him. Vulnerability radiates off your entire being, from your posture to the slight look of worry in your eyes. There's a beat of silence in which neither of you dares to even breathe. And with a shaky inhale, you carry on. "That's what I meant. A very fitting nickname indeed."
He can only grin at you stupidly before tilting his head down to finally connect his lips with yours. He's hesitant at first, softly squeezing your hand that still lay under his. You can't help but break out into a matching smile, turning into soft giggles. After pulling away, you lean into Remus' chest and mumble "took you long enough." into the fabric of his sweater. Looping his arms around you, he chuckles as he mutters, "I'm sorry." and presses a kiss to the top of your hair.
A/N 2: I'm not super content with the ending so I might add onto this sometime! Lmk if you'd be interested in that :)
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Hi daisy, hope you're okay!!
Mini thought dump (I did do a fluff post about this) but thought I'd ask about a variation on it here~
I'm sure we've all heard of the phrase "the bigger they are, the harder they fall". Well imagine, you're with your mutual crush? or your bf? whichever is more fitting. And you're both teasing each other and somehow that exact phrase slips out of his mouth. And you're quick to say "either that's a lie, or you can't like me as much as you say you do,". A bit too quick for their liking.
Whilst it's clear you're joking, your partner raises a brow, as if daring you to continue, though the look in their eyes has darkened. When you don't speak, he asks, "sorry?" Still nothing. Imagine he takes a step towards you. One step too many for your liking. He doesn't give you much of a chance to scramble for words when he presses, "go on, baby. Tell me. What do you mean?"
One look at his face tells you it's too late for you to back down or sweet talk your way out. So instead, you remain firm, "exactly what I said. I can't imagine you could've fallen that hard, at least not if what they say is true."
Imagine, there's one more step taken to close the distance between you both. Except that step is taken by you. You look him sharp in the eyes, before continuing, "but only you'd be able to confirm. So do enlighten me," a daring hand reaches forward and hooks itself onto his waistband, "just how true is it?"
"You just never know when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, do you?" Imagine, his fingers slipping through your belt loops before pulling you into his body (with very little effort, I might add). "Since you're so eager to know, I guess we should find out." He leans his face closer to you, your cheeks brushing as his voice sounds, low in your ear, "But I'll have you know, I'm no liar. Especially not with my likes and dislikes." His lips graze your cheek as he moves to meet your gaze, still speaking - you're fairly sure it's on purpose, "So I hope you're prepared because you..." his lips now ghosting yours, "I have a very special place for you," you're not sure if he also means it literally or not, but you're filled with both excitement and nervousness either way.
And rightly so. The way he takes you then and there casts away any doubts (real, jokes, and otherwise) you may have about the depth of his feelings for you. With every kiss, every lick, every thrust, every flick, he makes it known. You'd be surprised if even your neighbours weren't aware by the time he's through with you.As for size? Well, that clearly matters not when he's ever so skilled.
Question: I guess, who's most likely to go through this scenario and who'd fuck you because of their pride (e.g.: to prove their size) vs who'd fuck you so that you wouldn't ever question their feelings for you?
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god damn babe this- huh?! 😩 this is such a mood right now I swear I need it badly sdkjndsjknf OKAY moving on... to answer your question I think:
Most likely to fuck you because of their pride:
Haknyeon, Hyunjae, Younghoon, Eric, Changmin
Most like to fuck you so that you stop questioning their feelings:
Chanhee, Jacob, Sunwoo, Sangyeon, Juyeon, Kevin
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