Earned It

based on this ask! || omg guys, you have no idea how much I missed my twins </3 love them w/ all my heart ♡

summary ✦ having sex with your boyfriend, Scott, while his brother watches.

“scotty, stop playing around with me..” you whine as his clothed cock thrusted into your clothed core. his pants were still on, and you could see the buldge sitting uncomfortably through them. your panties were still on. those cute, white, silky ones with a small bow in the middle; that he really liked. “I can play with you all I want. isn’t that what you told me last time, baby? said that I could do anything I fuckin’ wanted with you.” he coos, still thrusting, but this time, slower.

“an’ now that im actually doing it, you’re whining. did you really mean what you said, or were you just drunk off my cock, hm? pretty sure that was the case, princess, cause I remember that pussy clingin’ onto me all bad when you said it.” he continues, now pulling the hem of your underwear down. you stayed silent, not answering him out of embarrassment. its not like he minded, but he sure was gonna tease you about it. “ts’ the matter, dolly? cat caught your tongue?” he smirked devishly and finally removed your underwear, revealing your soaking cunt.

“damn, baby. all this for me?” he asks, running his middle and ring finger up and down your folds. you choke out a moan as a response, earning you a small smile from your pretty boyfriend.. but not just your boyfriend. his twin brother, too. scott had a camera in his room, which he forgot his brother had access to through an app on his phone since they had the same kind of camera that they purchased at the same time. sam monroe, who stalked you and his brother doing such un-cleanly things through an app.

sam was stroking his cock while watching all of this. he didnt pay attention to scott, cause that'd be weird, but everything scott did to you is what sam focused on. the way his brothers fingers lovingly caressed your clit, sometimes fingering it. sam stopped touching himself for a while, while scott ate you out and fingered you for a little bit, but once you were sat down on your boyfriends cock, bouncing up and down reverse cowgirl style.. sam couldnt resist stroking himself to that. the way scotts hands gripped your waist and how he'd fuck himself into you here and there. the way your eyebrows were slightly knitted together and your cute noises in rhythm will the sound of skin slapping against each other.. it was too much for sam.

so much so that he started to moan.. loud. loud enough for scott to hear. their rooms were right next to each other, and the walls weren't that thick. you were feeling too good to actually pay attention and hear sam from next door, but scott was. he immediately knew. he remembered the camera. he looked straight at it, or course, sam wouldnt know since you were blocking scott. but scott became a little angry. how the hell could his brother do something so nasty.. he knew sam had a little crush on you, but he never thought he would do something so desperate like this.

the more scott thought about it, the angrier he got. and the angrier he got, the harder he started to pound into you from the bottom. you caught the memo that he was now the one to put in the work and get the job done. it took a few different positions and at least 15 more minutes, but after that, scott filled you up with his warm cum, which made you let out the prettiest whimper that both monroes had ever heard. scott noticed the way your cunt was drooling his cum out, and it gave him an idea. he quickly picked up the camera and gave it (sam) a good look. the alternative brother was a little scared, knowing he had been caught but was also somewhat thanking his brother for blessing him with such a sight. they'd probably get into a fist fight after this, leaving both with bruises, busted up lips, and one with a black eye—but sam didnt care about that right now. cause all he focused on was the thought of him filling you up. with the image of that in his head, he came and whimpered out your name.

“scotty.. why are you??” your boyfriend shushes you. “I have an app for this camera on my phone. it caught everything we did. starting from the making out, all the way to me cumming in you.. just wanted to get a good close up so I could jerk off to it later, maybe.” he somewhat lies and tells the truth at the same time. you brushed it off and got comfy on scotts bed, turning yourself to the wall, and closing your eyes. scott turned the camera to him real quick and mouthed out, “you sick fuck.” and then turned it off so that he could take care of you for the rest of the time.

sam knew this was gonna end up ugly.. but at least he got to see you naked instead of having to imagine it while he jerks off.

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i fucking hate phones

i need pervy , obsessive and antisocial roommate bada so badddddd it makes me go feral 🤤🤤🤤🤤.

(also heads up! tw for: heavy dubcon (possibly noncon idk like she doesnt put the pp in or touch anywhere bad but still), g!p bada - sorry i cant get enough, panty stealing, food spiking, stalking, light somno and ig just overall perversion, let me know if i left anything out)

like bada, who you barely see out of her room (unless she has classes ofc) and you sometimes have to check up on her just to see if shes still alive. you know that sleeping all day isnt the case for her because you often hear her soft hums and grunts through the paper thin walls, which you just assume are the sounds a frustrated student makes. bada, who ALWAYS insist on doing laundry, including collecting it, washing it, ironing it and placing it, neatly folded, in your room afterwards. you only see it as a nice gesture from her since youre the one usually (we'll return to that later) cooking for you both. and so you dont even notice the way some of your underwear sometimes doesnt return to you for a week or maybe more, i mean... it probably just didnt fit in the washing machine at the time right?

bada, who quietly sneaks out of her room, sitting next to you. you passed out on the couch about half an hour ago after a tiring study session. you never really analysed your sleep before, so you probably wouldnt consider yourself a heavy sleeper — but bada definitely would 😊. she gently lifts your legs up to sit under them. she places soft kisses all around your thighs, occasionally giving them cat licks, swirling her tongue around on one spot. oh and she definitely leaves hickeys around while doing that, just to listen to your panicking through the door once you finally wake up. once she sneaks a peek at your panties through the leg-holes (is yhat a word?) of your loose shorts, its over (for her obviously, she would dare touch you further). she just cant ignore the constant twitching in her own underwear, so she slithers a hand in her pants and palms her length through the fabric. oh her cute whimpers and tiny muttering of your name as she gets closer to her release. "y/n-ie~ mmmhhhm, mmmffghhh a-ahh y/n.."☹️☹️. she comes undone after a few, slow but hard, strokes over her tip. splurging her own cum all inside her boxers (another reason for her to do laundry alone). after a few seconds of hazily looking around the room, soft pants leaving her lips — it only hits her then, you could have fucking woken up. she quickly lifts up off the couch and runs away to her room.

bada, who sometimes on the weekends forces you to let her cook for once. you hesitate at first, because she basically does everything around here at this point, but ultimately give in after a few minutes of begging. she never lets you see what shes cooking before its done, always surprising you. even if you try sneaking up on her, she always turns around, smiling at you, before you even make it remotely close to the kitchen counter. "no no, go back in the room, will you? you know i never let you see, so theres no need to try this time." she tells you teasingly, watching you pout. i guess that means its not your fault right? you couldnt have seen her slipping in the crushed sleeping pill since she just wouldnt let you see, not until the food was already served on a plate. she always surprises you with your favourite meals, i mean how did she know right? no really, how did she fucking know, you guys dont know anything about eachother and she barely talks to you so its not like the information couldve just slipped out during a conversation. but i mean, its probably not like she sits right outside the restaurant everytime you go with your friends just to see what youre ordering right? ever since you started rooming with bada, youve noticed that her meals are always so yummy and make your tummy feel so full that you just have to take an afternoon nap, cozily wrapped up in your sheets with the delicious taste still lingering on your tongue. youve also noticed youve started kicking, like alot, in your sleep. because everytime you wake up after one of these naps, the blanket that was tightly wrapped around you, is now thrown at the bottom of the mattress, barely covering your feet. bada just really couldnt help herself you know? you always look sooooo pretty and innocent, quietly snoozing in your bed, so she wanted to somehow prolong the time. and how else does she achieve that, if not spiking the yummy meals she prepared for you. she sits in your comfy gaming type chair, as she watches your chest rise and fall with every breath you take. you look so pretty, with your mouth slightly agape and cheeks painted with a soft tone of pink. she pushes the chair closer to your bed and feels up your now uncovered stomach. "y/n~ah, how come youre always so naive hmmm? im starting to think youre just pretending like you dont notice" she whispers, while her pale and trembling fingers now trace patterns onto your hips.

a/n: okay im done with this for now, im already thinking about a part 2, maybe i could finally try writing something other than just drabbles. i promised myself i would finish the doctor!bada thing i started working but i just cant move on with the plot. but this basically wrote itself once i got the idea so i hope its sufficient for the time being

pen meets paper, head meets pillow

alhaitham x gn!reader

summary: you overwork yourself, but you really had to get a good grade on this test. clearly alhaitham cared more about your wellbeing than you did yourself.

a/n: based on true events!! minus the fact that i have a boyfriend to take care of me

It was late, yet you were unsure of how late exactly. not like it mattered to you anyways. all that mattered was that test tomorrow.

being a student, has often left you feeling dumb. especially around most of your friends who immediately understood any topic. your grades were average at best, and you could not let them drop by any chance. sure you were good at a lot of things, that a lot of people were not good at, but why could you just not get better grades? no matter how hard you tried, how much you believed you finally understood the current topic on hand, you were never pleasently surprised.

thats why you were grateful for your boyfriend. even if sometimes, people made you feel stupid, alhaitham has never made you feel that way. quite the oposite - whenever you needed it, he was more than happy to help you and explain anything you needed to know.

he was just in the room right next to yours, but you couldnt ask him for help. it was the middle of the night and he was sleeping.

just a little more you thought.

just another hour or two and then-

"hey why arent you in bed", alhaitham was standing behind you, hair messy and a sleepy yet concerned expression resting on his face. seeing alhaitham worries or concerned, was pretty new to you. sure sometimes he was worried about things, but never did he really let it show.

"i have a test tomorrow", you replied, as if that explained why you were disregarding how tired your brain and your body were. you were neglecting your health, and alhaitham seemed to be more aware of it than you were. "so? you need to sleep [name]. a test isnt nearly as important as your health", alhaitham looked down at what you were writing. papers were spread all over your desk, messy notes, graphs, pictures and at least two books. or maybe three. you couldnt really tell under the mess.

but alhaitham realy grew concerned when he saw your face. your eyes were sleepy as never before, and as equally teary. why you were crying, you didnt even know yourself. maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe because you didnt really understand the topic.

without another word alhaitham started cleaning up your desk, collecting the papers and put them into a neat pile on the side of your desk.

"hey- wait im not done-", alhaitham did in fact not stop. he continued closing the books and collecting all the pencils you had used.

as much as you wanted to protest, as much as you wanted to tell him that you needed to study more, you knew he wouldnt hear it. and surely you were also too tired to actually do anything against it.

"alhaitham i cant fail this test, i need to get at least a C. if i dont-"

"if you dont go to sleep youre not going to get even a C, because your brain wont have enough rest, and youre not going to get a good grade no matter how much you study", alhaitham didnt want to hear what you were going to say. maybe if he wouldnt have cut you off, he wouldve never heard the end of it.

"come on, go to sleep", reluctantly, you got up from your chair, and alhaitham took you by the hand, to lead you to your bedroom.

when he turned to look at you, you were rubbing your sleepy eyes. even when you were tired, you were just so cute, alhaithams heart skipped a beat. and he was so glad he was there - he didnt even dare to think how many times you had put yourself through this while he wasnt there.

you layed down on your soft bed, and under the cold sheets, but alhaithams warm body made up for the weird feeling off the cold against your skin. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he somewhat burried his face in your shoulder.

a few minutes had passed, in comfortable silence and just listening to each others soft breaths and heartbeats.

"[name], please dont overwork yourself like that. its not good for you", you were already asleep when he said that.

a/n: storytime,, today i collapsed in school because i overworked myself for a test... i fucked up the test anyways...

hey.

would you like to hear an xtale siblings thought?

rhetorical question.

(abuse mention bc its the fucking xtale siblings)

so. according to jakei (via cornmayors twitter), xpapyrus is "the kind of person who would harvest his own food", which is pretty cute i think. ik corn has a comic abt xasriel being into gardening, and i think theres some canon stuff that might support that, too? so yeah neat, papyrus and asriel/flowey friendship prevails!! they have a common interest/hobby, thats pretty cute, yknow?

but like. i was thinking, right? what would make xpap want to garden? not that he necessarily needs a reason, but..

and i mean the (possible) explanation is pretty damn clear. its been shown before that xgaster doesnt care abt his kids and doesnt seem to provide for them most of the time. im guessing they went hungry a lot as kids.

and like xpap has been shown to be more outspoken, defying orders and/or talking back on multiple occasions (sometimes making cross step in to "correct" him to avoid or at least soften xgasters wrath), so i think if he was hungry hed just say it, and depending on his mood xgaster would either tell him thats not his problem or begrudgingly give them something (or make xalphys go buy food or cook or whatever)

but cross? cross wouldnt say a fucking word. he could be dying of starvation and hed say hes just fine to avoid the potential punishment of "inconveniencing" xgaster

so like. im thinking. what if xpap started growing his own food because he didnt want to be so dependent on someone who couldnt be assed to provide for them? because he was tired of going hungry and being punished for trying to get the only person who could do something abt that to actually... do something? because he was tired of seeing his brother suffer in silence because he was too scared to say anything?

i can see him finding some like.. tomato seeds or something. maybe just planting a slice from food xgaster finally brought them in the hope that it grows into a plant eventually. cross would definitely help him care for the plants. maybe xalphys would occasionally bring him books about gardening or new seeds or just tell him general knowledge so he could more successfully grow things.

idk like. we see a lot of cross caring for xpap (bc of course he would, hes his older brother), but xpap explicitly caring for and providing for cross in return makes me bash my head into the wall /pos like ik thats normal. to yknow. care for and provide for your family. but god damn.

they make me violently ill.

(this was very xpap centric bc im very normal abt him (lie) hope youre ok w that)

vomits glitter everywhere youre soright..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also dont worry ily xpapyrus ilysm..... xpapyrus u deserved better... i love any characters from any au theyre all so cool....

UGHHHHHHHHHH i love it when younger siblings take care of the older ones,,, ugh.. .., i mean xalphys is the youngest of the three, meaning papyrus would technically be the middle sibling but yk what. that makes it better actully imo. middle sibling takes ccare of the other two.

ANYWAY yes. xpap is the most outspoken, as you said, out of them all about xgaster's mistreatment. while cross is silent and alphys is indifferent (outwardly) towards xgaster, xpapyrus is the one with the strongest sense of justice. cross is anxious, xalphys pretty much had her will to fight stripped away from her, but xpapyrus still has that spark in him, and that spark remains despite everything. he'd tell xgaster that he's hungry, because he's hungry, dammit, and if xgaster doesn't feed him, he'll take matters into his own hands. i can imagine xgaster picking a burger up for him after hours of nagging, and xpapyrus plants the whole tomato slice in a bunch of dirt in a tupperware bowl for later.

xpapyrus would defend those plants with his life if he had to because to him, as a child, i think they'd be synonymous with 'he doesn't have complete power over us. look, this is something i did on my own, something he doesn't control'. it would be the first bit of independence he's ever really had. xasriel probably helped as well because he thought it was just a fun hobby of xpapyrus' and not a means to not starve. this also probably helped cement xpapyrus and cross' loyalty to the dreemurr family,,

im ill about them too UGH.... the xtale siblings (+ chara/frisk) are my favorites ever and i just...man!!! the way xgaster abused them all in so many different ways is SO overlooked in this fandom and its my number one duty to make sure eveyrone knows how terrible xgaster is,,.!!! hes a child beater!!!!!!! cross, xpapyrus, xchara, xfrisk, and probably xalphys were beaten children!!!!!!

thinking about having two older siblings, a sister and a brother. i come out to them as trans at a young age and they fully accept and love me. years go by and they start getting closer and closer, and more protective over me. every time i get into a relationship, they get a little more possessive, always having something to say about it. over time as they get consumed with jealousy, and fear that i may lose my virginity, they start to create a plan. a day or two later, i announce im going to meet my partner in just a week! they appear to be so excited for me, which caught me off guard. they usually never like hearing about my partners. but i soon find out why they were so excited. and just one night after this announcement, they decided to put their plan into action. and it couldnt be more perfect, our mom and dad had gone out of town for a concert and wouldnt be back until sometime in the early morning, so there wouldnt be much of a risk for the two to take advantage of me. my siblings slowly sneak into my room around 1 in the morning, using their phones to light the way. at this point im fast asleep, my back turned to the door so i wouldn't even see it. they each get on either side of my surprisingly large bed and start climbing into. my sister takes the side facing me, and my brother climbs in behind. it almost immediately wakes me up and im greeted by my sisters smiling face. "good morning, ozzie" her soft voice follows, resting her hand on my face.

my brother then pushes himself up against me, wrapping his hands around my body and immediately starts groping me. i let out a gasp, and start trying to get up but am unsuccessful, he grips me tighter and shoves his hands in my shorts. "shhhhh, no, no, stay here, baby boy" my sister hums, pushing my shoulder down. at this point im slowly waking up and realizing whats happening. "what are you doing-? get off me-!" i try once again, pushing my siblings away. but instead this just angers my brother. in my struggle, he ends up dragging me to the floor, slamming me down under him and starts ripping my clothes off. my sister hushes him from making any more concerning slams since there are still neighbors as she gets off the bed to go close and lock my door.

at this point ive began crying and screaming for them to get off me, my brother does his best to keep me quiet, but on top of keep me on the floor and removing my clothes he was having a hard time. my sister then moves over, shoving her underwear in my mouth and decides to sit in front of me. my brother aggressively flips me on my back, and hands my arms to my sister, she grabs them and holds them up over my head so my brother can get to work.

"calm down little man" he huffs, out of breath from my struggle. "we're doing this because we care about you" he adds, sliding my shorts and underwear off, then flipping my shirt above my chest to show my tits.

"mhmmm, we love you so much, my pretty boy" my sister nods. " and we couldnt stand the thought of someone getting to touch you before us.."

while my sister is talking, ny britherhas my legs above his shoulders, licking my pussy and tongue fucking me. but not for too long, noticing how already so wet i am. he glides his fingers over my pussy to show my sister how aroused ive gotten. they both laugh at me, teasing me about how disgusting i am for enjoying my siblings raping me. my brother wastes absolutely no time, he gets up and positions himself in front of my dripping wet pussy, rubbing himself agasint me. feeling this, i began crying harder, jerking my limbs around and trying to break free. my brother slaps me, immediately leaving a red mark. "knock it off, man, youre gonna make this worse for yourself. we arent trying to hurt you, we're just trying to help" he growls, gripping my shaky body.

"just stop talking to him, i got it, you do your thing" my sister dismisses the older brother as she regrips my arms.

he shakes his head, pushing his throbbing hard dick into my virgin pussy. he was fairly slow and careful but also so full of adrenaline that he was still a little rough for it being my first time. i yelp through my sisters thong still crammed in my mouth. "ooohh i know, i know, the worst part is almost over" she smiles, looking down at my tear soaked face. " see, isnt it much nicer? losing your virginity to you loving siblings?" she coos, letting go from one of my arms to then grope my chest.

as shes doing this, my brother forces himself all the way in, as far as his dick will go. he shivered in pleasure at how tight i was. "oh f-fuck" he gripped my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace.

my sister then moves herself, sliding onto my chest, taking the underwear from my mouth and hovering her pussy over my face. she looks down at me as she begins to play with herself, digging her fingers into her own pussy right over my face. she moans while using her other hand to play with her tit.

"you should eat your big sisters pussy, ozzie. look at how hot she is right now" my brother coos from behind her.

And in that very moment, my sister drops down onto the lower half of my face, grinding down while continuing to play with herself. My siblings would end up fucking me for the whole night, even after our parents had gotten home. And when they were done, they curled up with me in bed,. Squishing me in the middle. My womb, belly, and mouth so full of cum. “We love you so much” my sister says as they both hold me closer.

“… I love you too…” I hold onto them back tightly.

draken, mikey, chifuyu and baji with a crush that’s different from what they thought

requested by anon <3

warnings : none

draken

- he thought you wanted nothing to do with him tbh

- you literally would just sit at your desk without saying a word staring at your. you seemed very passive aggressive.

- that didnt stop him though

- you were very pretty, and he could tell there was something else hidden in you.

- he went up to you and saw you working on a drawing, so he asked about it.

- did not expect you to start rambling on about your passion with a smile on your face, showing him your whole sketchbook

- listened to everything you said in full detail though.

- he just likes you even more now and is waiting for the right moment to admit his feelings for you, he eventually did and he couldnt be happier.

mikey

- he developed his little crush on you when he saw you at a bakery he visits often. you went there every day just to sit by yourself studying something.

- finally gained the courage to go up to you and sit at your table.

- you looked up at him with a confused face, and he asked you what you were working on.

- “oh! im writing recipes down, im a baker! it seemed fitting to come and write them in a bakery i guess.”

- bro he is in love with you.

- listens to absolutely everything you say. even asked you questions like what your favorite thing to bake was, how you got into it, etc.

- you were so sweet, he loved your presence.

- kept coming everyday just to visit you and see what you recipe you were working on, and your relationship blossomed from there.

chifuyu

- you sat at your desk alone writing, and writing, and writing about something that wasnt to his knowledge. occasionally setting your pencil down to stare at whatever boring thing the teacher was talking about with a “get me the hell out of here” look.

- he thought you were mean or something because you always looked like you were just not having it.

- came up to you once and asked if you wanted to help him study, and he was nervous as hell, to which you very surprisingly agreed with a pretty grin on your face.

- went over to your house and when he walked into your room he thought he stepped into a jungle.

- plants and flowers absolutely everywhere. literally it was the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

- “oh, yeah. i have a whole notebook about plants. they honestly fascinate me!”

- that answered his question about what you were always writing about

- kept coming over to your house to “study” but really he just wanted to listen to you ramble on about your pretty plants. eventually he asked you out with a bouquet of flowers you had been talking about.

baji

- he genuinely thought you were always like that. you always had your nose buried in a book, no matter the genre. you HATED it when people would interrupt you.

- sending judgy looks towards people, rolling your eyes when something made you mad, and loud exaggerated sighs.

- you still although managed to catch his eye. he knew there had to be something special about you.

-he went up to you after the bell had rung, while you were still sitting at your desk reading, not realizing class was over.

- tapped your shoulder and informed you it was time to go. asked you what was so interesting about that book anyway.

- “oh… thanks for telling me. well, i dont know. i usually just see a book and read it. doesnt matter what the genre is, a book is a book to me.”

- slowly started talking to you more and more when he could catch you at the right time, sometimes to tell you class was over as you still wouldnt hear the bell.

- came up to you once with a book in hand and slid it on your desk. you gave him a questioning look but accepted it. as you read through it over a couple days, you came across a little note on the side of a page. it read, “be my s/o?”

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I HAD A REVELATION

okay so I was thinking about gender. My gender. And my feelings about being a cis girl over time.

When I was little I used to wear all kinds of dresses and wore nail polish and even occasionally makeup (but like. Sloppily as a 7 year old would lol) and how overtime I stopped wearing nail polish and stopped wearing dresses and despised make up. I dont really remeber why I stopped with nail polish. Maybe because it flaked off too easily or maybe I was sick of the few colors we had idk. I know I gradually stopped wearing dresses and night gowns because I was sick of being told I couldnt "put my legs up [up against the wall or just straight up in the air] or that I had to sit a certain way while wearing one. So I wore more and more pants.

I think about how i used to stand in the toys aisles while my mom did grocery shopping and look at "The Boys" section and think how much cooler it was than the girls section.

And I think about how my music teacher told us one day we'd hit puberty and we'd grow and us girls would be like "[in a high pitched voice] OH MY GOSH I LOVE BOYS AND DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SO AND SO" and I looked over at my classmates and friends to see if they were also terrified of becoming annoying teenage boy-obsessed girls.

And i think about how when I was at my friend's house and we were building "tree forts" in the woods i would wish I had a penis for the convenience of being able to just go pee behind a tree, because squatting near the ground was Not Fun and I hated walking all the way back to the house. And I think about how I hated that I'd have to wear a bra once my boobs started to come in

Now you might be thinking. Friend I think you want[ed] to be a boy. But the thing is, i dont.

I may have hated being restricted in dresses but I dont actually hate them. I've gotten a couple dresses in the last 10 years (for prom and graduation and a [not my] wedding) and how I actually did like how I looked in them and enjoyed wearing them for that time.

I think about how I was jealous of the boys selection of toys, but also how I had a ton of barbies that I massively enjoyed and how if I'd been a boy I probably wouldnt have been able to enjoy them (thanks to pressure from society) as well as a bunch of other "girly" items and shows and movies. I think about how I'm actually Asexual and that I wasnt scared of becoming "a young woman", I just didnt understand the obsession with sex/romance/boyfriend&girlfriend stuff.

And while having a penis is more convenient for peeing I also remeber thinking that it would suck to get kicked in the balls and/or that trope of falling on soemthign between your legs that happens in so many movies (not that it feels any better with a vagina honestly). And that if I had been born a boy I'd most likely have to deal with all the toxic masculinity forced on me, and I'm glad I dont have to deal with that.

And while me and my boobs dont always get along, I remember that after getting my first cute bra, I thought. Oh well maybe this isnt so bad. And I mostly wear sports bras now because I do wish they were smaller and I HATE that so many bras (EVEN THE SPORTS BRAS) are already padded into cup shapes, and while I don't mind Having Boobs, i Do Not want to show them off. And sometimes i think that maybe i wouldn't mind chopping them off, but then i think how my figure/outline/silhouette would look with out them, and that seems worse.

And i think about the times I've accidentally been called "Sir" from tired fast food employees when wearing gender nonspecific clothing and felt happy about it. But not "oh it feels right to be called sir/he/him" , but more of "hehe I fooled you! You thought this was a dress but its pants!"

And really this is all to say. I was born a girl and grew up that way so it's what I'm used to. If I'd been born with a dick then I guess I'd be a guy. If you magically stuck me in a male body right now, would I feel like a Guy or feel like a girl in a guys body? I honestly dont know. So am I non binary? Maybe that that doesnt quite feel right either.

Being a girl is what I've grown up as and into, and it's what I'm used to and going by anything else is… odd. Maybe itd be better and maybe it wouldnt. It's like an old blanket. You've had it forever and maybe its frayed and patched maybe a little too small and it's not what people expect you to have for a blanket, and maybe you could do with a new one. But nothing feels right with out it. No other blanket feels the same. It's what you're used to and its familar. It's a comfort blanket.

And that's why being a [cis] girl is my comfort gender.

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡

Dating Negan Would Include

- first of all, we’re not gonna be out here sayin you were in a relationship with him before the apocalypse, cuz we are NOT about to invalidate Lucille!!

- you might have known him before the apocalypse, maybe been neighbours

- or maybe you met after the apocalypse had already begun, it doesnt really matter

- from the moment he meets you, you’re sassing him into fits of laughter, insulting him playfully, and he loves it 

- the fact that you can keep up with his humour with your own is one of the sexiest things about you

- despite his cocky personality, Negan is desperate to impress you

- he gives you the best room in The Sanctuary, has Saviours delivering flowers and various gifts that he picks out for you 

- he’d never admit it to any of his men, but when he goes out on “runs” by himself, what he’s really doing is picking you flowers 

- everyone in the Sanctuary knows Negan’s whipped as all hell, but they wouldnt dare say it 

- anytime he’s caught any of the Saviours watching him talk to you or whispering and laughing about the two of you, he gives a fantastic display of protective aggression 

- the day you start returning his affections is the happiest day of his life 

- from the moment you slide a little note under his office door, he silences his meeting by slamming Lucille on the table and grinning 

“Fellas, I think it just might be my lucky day!”

- by the time Negan reads the note, you’ve already run back to your room, but he doesnt care. he runs right after you and knocks on your door 

- he’s beaming at you with the smuggest grin when you open the door 

“Well hello there sweetness, I got the impression you wanted to see me?” 

- you shake your head and laugh at him, before grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him into kiss you 

- Negan is crazy for you, without a doubt

- if anything were to happen you, anything at all, he’d lose his mind 

- a few times, some of the Saviours have really tested him when it comes to you

- like when Negan had to cut off a man’s hand because he used it to grab your butt as you walked past 

- or when Negan had to blind a man with red hot pokers because he climbed up to peep in the window when you were showering 

- or when he let you borrow Lucille because a woman was sitting on Negan’s lap trying to flirt with him

- you’ve gotta be a lil sadistic to be in a relationship with him, let’s be real 

- but he’s so cute 

- at completely random moments, Negan will just appear beside you or infront of you with a single flower he’s just picked 

“Saw this and couldnt help thinkin’ it’d look ever so pretty in your hair, doll.”

- he always makes sure he’s back from meetings in time to at least cuddle you to sleep

- most days he manages to make it home in time for dinner, and sometimes you’ll come home from a run to find that he’s waiting for you with two plates of whatever he’s just cooked 

- the two of you make a point of having at least one day off a week, a day when everyone is under strict rules not to disturb you, and all questions/queeries/problems should be dealt with by your third in command (you are Negan’s second, obviously) 

- on your days off, the two of you stay in lazy clothes, cuddled up in bed for hours. you’ll get up and cook breakfast together, then laugh your way through eating it

- you’ll talk for hours abour anything and everything, but also have moments of comfortable silence, just looking out the window together

- you’ll play through all the card games and board games you’ve stocked up from runs over the years

- Negan is very competitive, but seeing your gleeful smile and hearing you squeal with delight whenever you win feels like more of a prize than him winning 

- your days off end the same way all your days with Negan do: cuddled up in bed, him spooning you, placing a few delicate kisses along your neck before nuzzling there and taking a deep breath. you’ll squeeze his hand over your stomach and he’ll squeeze your right back, then maybe he’ll squeeze something else to make you laugh 

- if he’s ever called on early in the morning, he’ll threaten whoever came to wake him because there’s a risk of them waking you, but he’ll also leave you a note on his pillow to let you know where he is

- and although his love notes to you are very sweet, naturally, you prefer waking up in his arms, the first sound you hear being his soft snores 

- whatever happens, there’s never a doubt in your mind that the most badass man in existence is head over heels in love with you

i mentioned this in the tags of a post the other day but i want to share more of my vintage tumblr memories for those who werent there to experience them (you lucked out)

the block button didnt do anything except hide that blog from your notifications. they could still follow you and interact with all your posts you just wouldnt see it in your activity.

pursuant to that, if someone violated your DNFI (blog rules were called DNFIs before they were called BYFs before they were called DNIs) and you wanted them off your blog the only option was to send them an ask saying "unfollow me" and hope on the honor system they did.

this is probably why callouts were such a massive part of the blogging ecosystem , if someone annoyed you or was mildly problematic the only sure way to get them to stop was to run them off the site completely.

you probably remember that being able to actually disable reblogs on a post is a pretty new feature, before that it was part of the same honor system as DNFIs. in the old days there were roving gangs of troll blogs solely dedicated to finding vent posts tagged "dont reblog" and reblogging them, including copying over text that was in the tags / readmore.

to evade the troll blogs people had to start tagging their posts with increasingly obtuse typing quirks like "d0%t r38l09". speaking of tags,

the habit of adding slashes to the end of trigger tags is because tumblrs search feature and url parsing used to be Even More Dogshit than it is now and if a tag had certain characters in it (hyphens and i believe asterisks also worked) you couldnt browse it on the blog. this was considered good etiquette to show you cared about your followers wellbeing by not letting them doomscroll the trigger tags, and also made it harder for trolls to find triggering pics to spam your inbox with when you had a controversial take on steven universe ship dynamics. sometimes people just added a bunch of random numbers to the end of a tag like "blood 363820" which had the same effect of making it unsearchable but still worked for the blacklist because

blacklisting was a browser extension. you couldnt blacklist on the app for YEARS. old school users remember when xkit was an actual necessity to interact with the site. ancient school users remember tumblr savior.

this post is already too long so lets do a lightning round: having your blog index page automatically redirect to your aesthetic tag. custom cursors with particle effects. everyones blog being an unreadable pastel-on-white 8pt text nightmare. alternatively, everyones blog being a garish red-on-black knife emoji nightmare. follow forevers. i hear promo hour still survives as a relic population in some circles. kin pages with 75 grid icons sorted into literally me / primary / secondary / tertiary with discrete DNFI rules. every personal post being tagged "lms if read". post limit blogs. hunger games simulator and xyzzy and rabb.it and drawpile and skype groupchats. if you remember tanburu honestly you should be getting paid survivors benefits. i could list a bunch of big name callouts that would overtake some of you with a precipitous feeling of dread but i wont because i know some of them are still on this website Right Now. im not even a real Tumblr Old i was 11 years old in 2014 and i know the true elders have secrets i cannot comprehend. its so dark in here. i remember when DMs were new.

hello hello! question for you: if you could only eat 5 foods for the rest of your life, what would they be 🩷 also, what's your go to coffee or tea order?

HIIII, this is such a good question but also im an indecisive mf so i might not choose only five sjfbdkabdnsjsdbsk

some of the foods here are colombian dishes and yall might not know them, so im gonna attach images about it

im gonna act like diabetes and my health in general are unaffected by the food i eat bc if not then my endocrinologist might haunt me at some point for this, but

1. bandeja paisa (colombian dish, it would absolutely NOT help me on my health whatsoever, but gosh its so fucking good)

2. ajiaco (colombian dish, see above for same disclaimer 💀)

3. popcorn (this is like my to go comfort food ao i wouldnt be able to leave it behind, even though i can hear somewhere at the back of my mind the voice of my endo going "why are you like this?")

4. pasta in whatever form and with most of its sidings (except anything with mushrooms, goodbye) (spinach is on thin ice idk) (HAVE YALL TRIED TUNA SOAGHETTI?? its not as fancy as it sounds but its the easiest thing to cook and im absolutely a fan) (re: the photo. if you ever put anything green on my salad besides, idk, pesto, i'll feel like you're offending me and my entire bloodline, and might end up crying or never talking to you again, but that is just a personal opinion)

5. idk how to explain that theres this typical lunch that my mom cooks gloriously and its rice, lentejas (idk how its called in english im sorry), slices of platano maduro (salad or an avocado are optional but not required),,,,,, and sometimes, when the stars align and some deity takes mercy upon myself, mango juice. idk how to explain yall that this is the most glorious lunch ever and i will literally go to your house and cook it for you if you ask me so bc everyone deserves to try it at least once in their life (the photo isnt how my mom prepares it but it was as close as i could find)

little tiny bonus bc i told yall i couldnt decide for shit: any kind of arepa, but either arepa de choclo or arepa boyacense???? i would sell my soul for those at any given chance

arepa de choclo:

arepa boyacense:

(no, they're not the same but both can be/are filled with cheese and its the best thing ever)

little tiny bonus dessert bc i couldnt help myself: theres a milhoja without sugar that an specific cafeteria in my city sells and i would commit crimes for, just to have it all my life, even though it is fucking expensive

fun fact: i just found out its also known in other parts of the world as "mille-feuille", "napoleon", "vanilla slice", and "custard slice" and it was originally from france sjsksjsksjsksjsksjsksjs

also also, about my to go order, it depends on the store, bc theres this kinda famous tea shop in my city and even though its incredibly expensive, i found a milk berry tea with the bubbles thingy that i love and im absolutely a fan. in my favorite cafeterias (im in colombia, so theres a lot) an iced coffee (like where they put the ice in the blender, and not coffee with ice) will always be my first choice, except if its like too early and im freezing, or in coffee vending machines, i will absolutely go for a cappuccino.

this went on for too long, but i have so many thoughts about food i could scream about it for ages, thank you so much for this lola ily 💕💕

Emerald bonds with Ren and ESPECIALLY Nora over the commonalities of their youth.

(Enjoy the pain!)

Emerald sighed as she looked at the memory wall, her heart sinking as she looked at the pictures of Team RWBY, Penny, and Jaune. It had only been a week since they had died and yet, she still couldnt help but blame herself. Spending time vying for Cinder’s affections instead of trying to help stop Beacon from being attacked, continuing to follow Cinder after the mistake that was Haven, waiting to leave until she felt like she hadnt had a choice… all of it could’ve been avoided if she had just seen where this was leading sooner. Beacon would still be standing, Atlas wouldnt have fallen, Penny would be alive, Ruby and her friends wouldnt have had to sacrifice themselves to save those they could. 

“You’re going to get dehydrated if you stay out here like this.” 

Emerald sighed and moved into the dwindling shadow of a nearby building, catching Nora out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe… maybe that’s the plan.” 

Nora shook her head and walked over to her. “That’s a terrible plan.” 

“And I’m a terrible person. I’ve… wronged each of them.” Emerald looked over the pictures once more, her voice cracking as she spoke. “I helped kill Penny, tried to kill Ruby, put Weiss in a position to get speared, used Yang, assisted in bringing Adam to Blake… and Jaune… I dont know what I did to him but I know I did something. I could’ve stopped before it got this far, could’ve left Cinder instead of going after her. I thought she cared about me… loved me the same way I loved her. Instead… she snapped at me.” 

“Yeah, but… you’re still here.” Nora held her arm close to her chest, a finger tracing once of the scars that ran up her arm. “Ren and I were orphaned too. My mom abandoned me when grimm attacked and I was left to survive on my own for a long time. Ren had a family, but then a nuckelavee attacked his village and killed everyone. He and I managed to survive and… we’ve stuck together since. Jaune, Pyrrha, Team RWBY, Penny… they became family to us once we came to Beacon. So, I think I get why you couldnt leave her. Its hard to leave that feeling of belonging somewhere.” 

Emerald went quiet and wiped a tear from her cheek. Hearing from Nora that her life was just as hard, maybe harder since her semblance didnt help her get what she wanted, and seeing the way she turned out, the fact that she found a way to help others instead of wanting to watch the world burn for being abandoned… all because she found someone that supported her instead of wanting to use her. 

“I cant say any of it was easy though,” Nora continued, her eyes moving to the ground to hide how she felt. “Even with Ren by my side, there were still plenty of nights with not enough to eat, cold nights made us fight to stay warm, grimm werent easy to avoid and followed us around. We got lucky.” 

“I… I didnt know.” 

“I didnt expect you to.” Nora smiled a bit and looked at the pictures on the wall once more, her arm shaking. “Sometimes all you need is someone who cares about you to be by your side, to help protect you and keep you moving in the right direction.” 

“And that was Ren for you, wasnt it?” 

Emerald nodded and sat down for a moment to look at the pictures on the wall. “Do… do you think they would’ve helped me too? If they were here now.” 

Nora nodded. “That’s who they were, people who help. Its what they try to be as huntresses.” 

“May… may I stay with you and Ren for a while?” Emerald finally asked. 

“Stay with us? What do you mean by that?” 

“I mean to stay with you… live with you… learn from you. You and I have gone through a bit of the same shit and I… I want to learn how to deal with it better like you did.” 

“I dont see a problem with that.” 

my gf finally saw a piece of your old it au and was in love with how you drew them and the whole concept but was so mad to hear that people were awful to you about things in it. i still think about your art of that little group all the time too and it still breaks my heart that the whole thing is so upsetting for you. you deserved so much more. you really did. even if you dont answer this due to it being related to that (which is understandable bc of how much it deeply upset and hurt you), please know it was my favorite au of them all and i'll forever hold it in such high respect.

im literally sobbing anon oh my god!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭not to get poetic or anything but it really shakes me to my core sometimes to think about how much i loved that story and how many people enjoyed it given it was my first real big project. (did u know theres people out there with custom superloser tattoos?? its insane!!!) and to know that it still hangs around in peoples minds and lives brings me unimaginable joy and pride in spite of all the people who tried to wreck the beautiful experience.

i like to think that the stuff I went through, the stuff artists like I went through back then, to push for more open trans headcanons and representation, only to get a wave of hatred and hurt from people who just couldnt handle others being proud of themselves, opened the door for so much growth to happen in fandom AND lgbtq spaces.

It was horrible, and i wont lie and say it didnt almost take me from this world, but I think Im a better person for it!! I learned to straighten my shoulders, meet their eyes and tell the angry, nasty, bitter people out there that I wouldnt be shaken by them anymore.

and all i ever wanted was at least one young queer person to see me and learned to stand a little straighter, a little stronger, and a little braver at the end of the day <3 and who knows! maybe somewhere in the future, ill want to pick it back up!! until then i can rely on the messages like yours to keep me confident in the impact and community i made for a silly little story about a bunch of losers <3

mannnn me and my friend. teehee

we play games together all the time and we're doing minecraft rn and idk i FEEL like its too sappy to tell her "hey i like how we are" okay like i can tell itd be hard to phrase that in a way that she wouldnt be like ".. thanks?? " OKAY SHE DOESNT MEAN IT we just. IDK how to explain it. so ill just talk about it here 😁😁

we just flow really well together, she can entertain herself mostly and i can be there and we bully the shit out of eachother and god its so fun its genuinely. i told her i was planning to tunnel into her walls but secretly, so she didnt hear it from me and she went "what?im not paying attention to you" i feel like. to other people that would sound bad but i just teeheed so hard man like . QUIETLY THATS WHY IM WRITING THIS we're still in vc but man

its really hard for me to be comfortable in vc with anyone, even if i really want to, but me and her? we just fit man. ive known her for like. 8 years at this point?? maybe a little less but either way. shes the only one of my friends that i can be alone with in vc comfortably as of right now, like IDK i never expected this but im not complaining. like even my friend ive known for 11 YEARS, i love them to bits id do anything for them, but the reality is that we are just AWKWARD PEOPLE and awkward people are sillay when they talk okay its the same with my other friend like we are just very awkward by nature so our awkwardness duplicates when we're alone, to the point where its like. he thinks its awkward and it is but its so awkward that its fucking hilarious i think its so funny man

love my friends with all my heart but something about me and her? like WE'RE SO GOOOOD we werent even that close when we first met? like she was my friends friend and became my friend by proximity but now we're tight bro we get drunk together we get high together i love that for us. i couldnt have guessed it would go this way, but thats the beauty of life 🥳 chaotic and unruly, i wouldnt have it any other way.

she comes home and tells me all her work drama and then we just pick on eachother for several hours and its so funny to me every time i dont care how many times we say the same things its always funny im always gonna make myself laugh when im mean for no reason and ill always laugh when shes mean back like IDK thats just our friendship and we like it that way its great

also shes been just like? IDK we are all queers (except one of us hes our token cishet i guess) she doesnt even remember my deadname anymore despite knowing me by that for most the time we've known eachother its great. and honestly? this is kind of embarrassing to admit but sometimes when shes making fun of me for being dumb she says 'sillay boy' in a little tune and when i get really stressed out i call myself that in my head to calm me down a bit like. NOTHING ID EVER TELL HER but we know we love eachother teehee. IDK i feel like i just express a lot of gratitude towards my other friends but not much to her, probably cuz we talk so much it just feels agiven like i cannot stand her she sucks thats why shes my bestie 😁😁

like MAN idk theres so much shit i could talk about. we fight and i propose to her in lethal company with the ring and then shes mad at me and divorced cuz i sold our ring to meet quota like. STUPID SHIT LIKE THAT. this is gonna sound weird but i just like being bullied????? like ill always throw it back is the thing we work great cuz its never one sided its a mutual thing. if i go first she say 'shut up dominic' and im like NO fuck you like . to an outsider we do not like eachother but i promise we do its making me like. GIDDY RN i love thinking about it. she just made fun of me for being on tumblr instead of building my GAZEBO but im talking about you dumbass!!!! (she doesnt have a tumblr so. what does it matter SKFJS)

i dont know its so fun for me, im just surprised that like. someone i initially didnt know all that well is now my ride or die and we fit SO GOOD like i genuinely couldve never expected it back in middle school but im glad we are the way that we are. love talking to her, love making fun of her, love when she calls me stupid and WHATEVER ELSE like god its so funny. love ignoring her and harassing children in roblox with her like we have such a good time no matter what

shes one of the very few people i can like. just get in a call with for no reason, like if she has drama to tell me and we arent really doing anything else ill still join for what i think is like 10 minutes and leave 2 hours later 💀 love leaving her too shes so dramatic she knows by the tone in my voice when i say her name that im gonna leave call and shes always like no dont do this to me gurl bye!!!!!i got better shit to do!!!!!!! (lie) love to betray her also she sucks

i remember she invited me down (like an hour drive) to watch mario movie and she took me out to olive garden and i CRIEDD it was the first time i went to olive garden and it was so good and she laughed at me. that high is like. I DONT KNOW i feel like im explaining it POORLY its just so silly to me, its so fucking funny

grining right now. im not even tired weve been playing for hours and im not tired at all. love bothering her she deserves it. like would i lay down my life for her? yes absolutely. would i also insult her randomly while shes not doing anything? yes absolutely. i guess its cuz i know she can take it, thats why she does the same to me. idk its just how we're comfortable, we like it this way!!!! hhehehheehee

this is far too sappy to share with her but we love to hate eachother so i think im doin a pretty good job

8 again and 25 🫡

choose violence ask game

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

tired of seeing people say that tim and jason are friends!!!! my ideal jason & tim dynamic is that neither of them are particularly fond of each other and they only talk when they have to for a case or something. like theyre not necessarily hostile but they just. dont care about each other.

to me jason has a little underlying anger just bc he knows tim became robin after him (not a rational anger by any means but still there) and tim doesnt really,,, think very highly of jason ig. just bc he really liked dick as robin but mostly sees jason as the guy that became robin after dick then died. i think he wouldnt necessarily dislike jason for the most part but wouldnt feel any need to be friends with him

(^none of that is really canon but it is to ME.)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i never want to hear someone say that dc is ignoring dick, jason, tim, or damian. i PROMISE you that they are not even a little ignored. sometimes theyll go a few months without appearing in a book and their fans will be crying and throwing up bc dc isnt giving them attention and it annoys me every time. like yes damians solo got cancelled (rip) but he has been consistently showing up in events since that happened so you are not starved of damian content. and yeah tims solo is getting cancelled (lol) but hes still a major character in the batman run rn so hes gonna be showing up

it doesnt happen to dick as much bc hes probably consistently shown up at least once a month for over 30 years but i remember when there were like 5 wayne family adventures eps in a row that he didnt show up in all the comments were like "WHERES DICK ????" like i dont know bestie how about you go look for him in the hundreds of issues of his solo runs

im convinced that some batfans couldnt handle being a fan of a slightly minor character. like we do not need more bat books!!!! there are so many!!!!!! stan a character that was wiped out of existence for a few years then we can talk

idk man I just really like your style of rambling about them ig? like I find peoples' enthusiasm for things very sweet and infectious sometimes and your emetkoto posts defs hit that spot for me? like your joy and love for them seeps through and infects me too it's great. emetkoto good. anyway tell us about after vauthry. do it. give us the deets.

well thank you very much, it makes me happy to hear that ive had that effect on you 🥺🥺🥺 thats exactly what i hope to do with my posts about them but i do have bad demon brain so sometimes im like hmm. 'am i just being unbearably annoying instead actually???' and ofc sometimes its 'oh this is not original at all nobody wants to read this' so its always nice to have a little reassurance like this ghsljgsfd….

cracks my fingers so hard they all break anyway now for that essay you asked for

RIGHT SO LIKE right before vauthry, literally the night before that fight is when emet selch takes k'oto to the tempest to marry him and seubsequently erase his memory of it to "keep things fair" or whatever (basically he still had tiny little pangs of doubt about how things would turn out bc of yknow the whole being tempered for 12k+ years situation and he wanted to make sure that if it like. came to them having to fight. k'oto wouldnt hesitate bc he had smth like that holding him back :,) little did he know that he tried to hesitate in the end anyway and was only stopped from sparing him by ardbert) but thats a whole like other thing i still have to finish writing the worlds longest stupidest hardest to read post about so im physically restraining myself from going on about this anymore right this moment as much as i want to repeat myself forever about it bc GOD. God. god.

but anyway he was full of love and hope for k'oto, so much hope that he would be able to hold the light and prove mankinds worth so he could lay his mission to rest and stay by his side (and undo the spell holding his memories of the wedding) he was so SO ready for it and then. it just. all came crashing down :,) he'd allowed himself to let his guard down and put his duty aside and have hope in humanity again one last time and fall in love and k'oto just couldnt do it! even with his subtle help holding the light back he couldnt handle it, he was still too weak at 7 rejoinings and that shit hurted bad!!! he succumbed to the tempering and grief and rage and disappointment and closed himself off again…from there its probably the more canon adjacent bit of their story, graha tia acting embarassment, back to the tempest (altho k'oto doesnt remember having been there once before AUGH), amaurot, dying gasp :,)

throughout it all k'oto is trying desperately to get him to listen to him again but emet selch keeps cutting him off and ignoring him which hurts A LOT and ofc he says some. mean things to try and get him to just leave it be and accept what has to be done and stop talking about it bc HE didnt wanna think about it anymore EITHER obviously here but k'oto doesnt give up he keeps trying all the way to the very end….he never planned to kill emet selch, he just wanted to weaken him enough that he would take a moment to stop and think and listen , a last ditch effort to fix things but ardbert (and everyone else really) saw that it was like. too late for that. there was no way in hell emet selch was hearing reason anymore and if k'oto let him live there was a pretty high chance he would just kill him when he tried to get close to him so he took control of his body and made sure that axe killed, oops! way to kill a dudes soulmate and then be absorbed into his soul so you can never actually apologize for it…when the dust settled and k'oto realized what had happened he. was. A MESS!!

the only thing stopping him from breaking down right away was emet selch shushing him like 'let me enjoy this last moment with you in peace and quiet'……remember us and all that (although 'us' had a very obvious double meaning here

anyway tldr; WEHHHHHHH,,,,,,,

sorry for unreadability i very much wrote it exactly as it came out of my brain which is a long run on thought with no consideration for line or paragraph breaks. i tried to turn it into a few chunks for you