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moonlitdesertdreams · 6 days

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Of Ghouls and Drugs

Request: "ok so I'm absolutely obsessed with that coop fic you did where reader helps him when he's injured and it's super domestic and fluffy....could you maybe do something where the roles are reversed and he helps the reader who's injured? maybe she's a little shaken up over it too and he calms her down and it's just very sweet and soft. thank you i adore your writing so much 💖" A/N: First of all, the reception of my Fallout content has been amazing. If you're one of the people who have liked/reblogged/replied/shared/saved/etc, I am eternally grateful to you. Second, thank you once again to the anon who sent this request! It's a bit of a switcharoo from Stuck Like Glue, so if you need some more Cooper content, check that out or take a peek at my Fallout Masterlist! Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence Summary: Injured and scared, you can always count on your Cowboy to save the day.

Word Count: 1.7k+

(Gif Credit to @victoryrifle)

You don’t know why you’re hyperventilating.

Sure, you’d been in countless fights and been scared more times than you can remember. In the Wasteland, if you’re not scared every now and again, you’re dead. But today, cornered in a decrepit open-air shopping mall store while a hoard of feral ghouls claw at the rusty security gate, you’re frozen with fear.

It was an old clothing store, picked apart by scavengers and ravaged by time. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of dust, from the old checkout counter to the racks of high heels that sit untouched. Unfortunately for you, it hadn’t been a department store you ducked into where there could be some hope of escape. This one was a small boutique-type outlet with one way in and one impassable way out. Furthermore, the roll-down security door currently saving your life had been pure luck on your part. The lever for it was broken off and mounted on the side of the entrance; you’d only found it after the damn thing had torn your upper arm to shreds in your haste to get away.

And now you’re ducked behind the checkout counter, old patterned men’s tie wrapped tightly around your bicep in a poor excuse of a tourniquet. You were out of ammo, banking on the security gate holding until the ghouls got bored or forgot about you. But there was something about today, about how they’d come charging from the darkness the second Cooper had left to turn in your latest bounty, that terrified you. Feral ghouls were shells of people with no logic or sense left in them, but the attack had felt calculated, planned. You argued with yourself, knowing they had basic instinct and probably just singled you out after another of their kind left.

Then again, maybe you’re conflating your fear of Cooper becoming one of them one day with the looming fear of death.

Unable to do anything about it, you sit behind the counter and shake. Your breath comes in quick punches, inhales cutting off the exhales and vice versa. The iron smell of your own blood is overwhelming. Despite the tourniquet, warm liquid leaks down your arm and drips into a thick crimson puddle beneath you. Your backpack, full of stimpaks and every chem known to man, is abandoned just outside the gate. The damn thing had been torn away when you’d got caught on the jagged lever, beyond your reach and unable to be saved.

The ghouls wail and groan while clawing at the gate, the sound of rattling metal echoing around the store’s walls. It’s deafening to the point where you cover your ears, accepting the fact that you’re screwed either way. Blood loss or ghoul attack, it doesn’t matter. Cooper’s long gone towards the last town, and you’re cursing the apparently lackluster job the two of you did making sure your camp was secure.

“Take a look around.” He’d told you, “Getch’yu some new clothes if you need ‘em.”

Cooper’s voice and kiss goodbye lingers in your thoughts as you hold your hands over your ears. It’s a more pleasant thought than the ghouls outside. Your ghoul always keeps you safe.

“Darlin’.”

You almost smile to yourself, probably delusional from blood loss.

“Hey!”

Your name slipping out of Cooper’s mouth dances across your foggy mind.

“Goddamn it woman, open your eyes.”

Something shakes your whole body, and your eyes snap open.

At first it’s too dark for you to recognize any solid features, and you scramble away. The missing nose and scarred flesh blend together in your mind. You swing your injured arm in blind panic, which has the tourniquet breaking loose and bright arterial blood spattering the floor.

But you hear a voice calling through the haze. Soft and slow, like it’s calling to a wounded animal. “Ay, ay ay. Calm down now, sweetheart.”

You squint through the darkness, fighting dizziness. A familiar silhouette makes itself apparent.

“Cooper?”

His face, weathered by radiation and pain, is usually twisted into a dramatic scowl. But right now it’s concerned, brow furrowed into worry that you’d never seen. The sounds of ghouls and impending doom have vanished.

“It’s me, babydoll.” He almost coos at you, reaching out a hand. “C’mere.”

Your emotions rage, and tears burn at your eyes. You reach out a hand and brush the one he’s holding out, but your fingertips barely catch on the seam of his gloves. You squeeze to make sure he’s real. He wraps strong fingers around your wrist and pulls you in.

It’s easy to give in as his familiar scent and feel washes over you. Gunpowder and smoke are the main notes, but you catch the leather of his duster and the unavoidable grime provided by the Wasteland. The tears flow easily out the corner of your eyes and drip down your cheek.

“I-I don’t know where they came from.” You clutch at his coat, “Scared the hell out of me.”

Cooper is still moving despite you being all but wrapped around him where he’s knelt down. You feel his hands near your injured arm and instinctively cower.

“Came from somewhere in that back parking lot, it looks like.” Cooper grits in his usual gruff tone, “Must’a got ‘em goin’ when they heard us. Waited ‘til you were alone.”

You sniffle pathetically into his coat, and it morphs into a strangled cry as he wraps the tie back around your arm. His other hand holds a broken piece of wood that he uses to knot into the fabric and twist.

“Ah! Fucking hell, Coop!” Your protest is little more than a whine as your arm starts to go numb.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He murmurs, tipping his head back so he’s able to look in your eyes. “Don’t want ya to bleed out here.”

You hold his gaze for a moment. “Why’d you come back?”

He helps you stand, giving you a moment to lean back against the counter and acclimate to the dizziness. Your eyes hold steady on him, watching lashless eyelids blink above gaunt cheeks.

“Vials.” He hooks an arm around your shoulders and the other behind your knees and lifts you up, “I wanted to have enough in case I got caught up.”

The slow cadence of Cooper’s walk almost lulls you into closing your eyes and he trudges silently to the shop’s entrance. You see gore splattered on the walls and floor, headless ghouls lying motionless at his feet. The top handle of your backpack is sticking out of the mess, and Cooper snatches it up.

He walks for some distance, away from the pile of dispatched ghouls. He doesn’t stop until you come up on a store a ways away, advertising furniture and televisions. It seemed relatively untouched considering an atomic war and a two-hundred year wait. The Ghoul moves near the door, and you hear him clanking about with the lock. It takes a few tries and muttered curses, but Cooper jimmies it enough so he can get a toe nudged in the door. You attempt to help by grabbing the door, but he moves your hand back to his shoulder and pushes in on his own.

Cooper sets you gently on a shockingly clean and padded couch. The Ghoul is quiet, but gets to work cleaning the long gash in your arm. He gives you his inhaler, but there’s a strange canister clicked into the mechanism rather than his vial. You take a huff, and gag at the strong taste.

“H-Holy Shit.” You cough, and it almost distracts you from the pain of a stimpak being stabbed into your wound. “What is that?”

Cooper unties the tourniquet when he’s satisfied, and sets the stimpak off to the side. “Med-X. Inhalin' it works faster.”

You nod and huff on his inhaler again. The Med-X is potent as all hell, and it feels like it’s shooting straight to your brain. You’re more willing, desperate for more as the effects set in. Cooper settles himself on the cushions beside you, watching carefully and taking away the inhaler before you overdose yourself.

“I’m sorry for bein’ stupid.” You murmur. “I shoulda ran anywhere but there.”

Cooper leans in, ungloved hand cupping the side of your neck and tilting back. “Never apologize for survivin’, sugar.”

The drugs swirling about in your brain make it hard to form normal sentences. “I wouldn’t have without you… I hurt my arm and lost my cool.”

He tries to talk, but you shush him.

“I couldn’t quit thinkin’ about those ghouls… about you.”

Cooper sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you in close and shushes the soft cries that creep up your throat, fueled by a drug-induced haze.

“Y’know… There’s always somethin’ that’s gonna make us lose it.” Cooper drums his fingers on your forearms. “No matter how tough we might be.”

You feel his lips in your hair and lean into it. “Guess I gotta trust that, ‘cause you’re pretty tough.”

Unbeknownst to you, your words are already comically slurred. Cooper chuckles into the bird’s nest on your head.

“Feelin’ that Med-X, honey?”

You swear to god, it’s gotta be that drawl that’s honey, not the drugs.

“Jus-Just a little.” You slump further into his side, head dropping onto his chest. He uses the tip of his boot to drag a nearby footrest closer and prop his feet up.

“Good. Time for a nap.” Cooper tilts his hat down over his eyes.

You hum, unable to argue. A nap sounds rather splendid, especially with the amount of drugs circulating your body. You glance up just as the Ghouls huffs down the rest of the Med-X himself.

“Coop!” You try to chastise him, but it comes out as more of a laugh. “That’s not safe. You don’t need that right now.”

The Ghoul grumbles something that sure sounds like ‘goody two-shoes’, but reigns in the hostility,

“Sure I do.” His hand rubs up and down your arm before finding its way to your waist. “I’m an old fuckin’ man. Joint pain.”

“Joint pain, schmoint pain.” You mock, eyes falling shut and staying that way. “Fuckin’ old man.”

Cooper actually chuffs at your remark and ducks to press a kiss to your forehead. It’s unexpected and sweet to feel such affection from him, and combines with the euphoric feeling of opioids pulsing through your brain.

“Go to bed, darlin’. Before I knock you out myself.”

thanks for reading, much love ❤

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lonleydweller · 9 months

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Hi Dwell! Is it ok if I call you that? (Please let me know)

I'm the anon who requested brittle bones darling with scarecrow and riddler

(Which was amazing as I've mentioned before ♥️)

and I was wondering....

Could you write yandere platonic scarecrow and riddler (again..sorry 😅) with a teenager that they want to make their protégé / and or heir to their work/ villain persona?

Like maby they knew the teen in the past?

(PLEASE Take your time. Remember to stay hydrated and well fed and take breaks regularly your writing is improving so much! Your one of my favourite blogs ♥️♥️)

🥀Platonic Yandere Arkham Knight Riddler and Scarecrow with a teen protégé🥀

Of course!! Also don't be afraid to give yourself a proper anon name if you want! Assuming by your wording as well that this most likely a kid they snatched off the streets or someone else in this case! And don't worry, I'm probably overhydrated than anything else.

!Warnings!: this content contains, toxic family dynamic, platonic yandere trope, alluded kidnapping, controlling behavior, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting.

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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Riddler

●Welp hope you enjoy being trapped in a bunker full of strewn about scrap metal, machinery, robots, and random shit. An absolute mess. It's a surprise he can even meet your basic needs. Your room is most likely a small extra storage closet he emptied out. It's decent, probably the only clean part of the base, granted you're the only one who uses or maintains it. However you barely get privacy.

●He'll force you to be beside him for a good chunk of the day, berating you and lecturing you about topics you barely understand. Forcing you to help a bit with schemes. You'll need the experience after all if you are to take after him aren't you? Maybe if you do something right he'll give you some fatherly praise and encouragement. Otherwise don't expect much from him.

●Correction. You are going to take after him. There is no if. He fully expects you to do so and will drill it into your head. If you have any dreams, any aspirations, any careers you want, he'll shoot them down. Get that nonsense out of your head. No doubt you two get into shouting matches about this topic and the fact he's not your real dad.

●You're allowed very few personal items. A notebook, pencil, puzzles, rubix cubes, crosswords. Things that he believe will help challenge your brain. Maybe if you're lucky he'll gift you something you actually want. No electronics however. Under any circumstance. Nothing that allows you to communicate with the outside world. He isn't a fool.

●Oh, yeah, and he dosen't allow you outside. At all. He says it's for your own good. Which is debatable. All of this is. You should be grateful he didn't leave you on the streets where your brain would inevitably melt from the stupidity! Not to mention the various thugs, criminals, the bat, and other rouges that are just waiting to snacth you up. Really it's safer with him.

●He will absolutely look through your notebook, journal, or any personal belongings while you sleep. Looking around your room to make sure you aren't hiding anything.

●He has many precautions to make sure you can't go sneaking out and running away. Him keeping an extremely close eye on you isn't enough. His robots are stationed at almost every door, roaming around, camreas placed just outside the base, throughout the city, and more than likely a tracker on something you own. Say maybe a pair of shoes or a shirt.

●Overall you're stuck with a controlling, brash, overprotective, overbearing narcissist as a barely father figure.

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Scarecrow

●With Dr.Crane at least you get a proper decent room, and a home that's not full of tripping hazard. It's actually somewhat barren. Your needs are met all the same, but don't be mistaken, you're still surrounded by manipulation and villainy.

●He'll let you have more freetime compared to Edward. He'll show you bits of his work here and there. He wants to try and get you interested on your own accord, but he'll give you a nudge if need be. The more your young minds curiosity is peaked, the more he'll teach you about his toxins and work.

●It may seems nice, but of course it's only manipulation. After all if he forced you to do it, you'd resent him, resent his work. Once he was gone, you'd just move on as an adult. If he gets you interested at a young age, ignite the passion for fear in you and engrain it, you'd be more willing to carry on his legacy wouldn't you?

●You're mainly gifted books, art supplies, or other things if you request them and he's deemed you've earned them. However he's strict on electronics as well. Maybe if you prove you aren't going to run away or snicth on him anytime soon he'll give you a phone or laptop. It won't be able to connect to the internet and will be heavily monitored.

●He won't let you outside too much either. Unless you're monitored by him or his men. Even then you won't go far from his domain. He fears Batman or another member of the Rouges Gallery might snacth you up if they realize your association with him.

●He won't really root through your personal belongings unless he feels there a sudden shift in your behavior or some cause for concern. He trusts he's manipulated treated you fairly well enough to where you aren't scheming behind his back.

●He still has security in place. It's Gotham city, many things can go awry. Camreas here and there, thugs, maybe a tracking device if need be. If it really calls for it he'll get the help of the Arkham Knight and his army.

●He'll hides his manipulation under a calm, reasonable, and collected demeanor.

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hereforthefunnyguys · 3 months

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I will talk to you about fragileshipping.

Give head cannons please (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

OKAY OKAY OKAY... Let's get it on!!!! (ty for this lol) Sorry my first part of this is just propaganda for them then I'll do headcanons <3.

So the first thing here that I find fascinating is that despite the fact we get to see Ryou and Atem interact very little in canon, what we do see establishes that Atem is very very very worried about Ryou and genuinely does want to take care of him (see: the shadow duel between yb and yy on the KaibaCorp blimp aftermath). Also bonus fact: Atem cradles Ryou after the fight in the exact same way Anzu (who expresses a canonical romantic and at least very strong platonic interest in Atem) does with him a few hours later with Yami Marik's shadow game, so take from that what you will.

Second of all, as I have mentioned before, I do think they would have this interesting dynamic where Ryou really wants A) a fantasy world, B) a lack of responsibility, and C) someone to be his friend for Ever and Ever (said slightly threateningly), and Atem A) is basically a fantasy trope come to life that promises Grand Adventure, B) is willing to take responsibility for Literally Anything ever, including things that are not his fault, and C) wants to take care of all his friends and collects people who like him like keychain charms. So already you have that particular dynamic with potential for chemistry going on, and it could either go Bad (mutually destructive flaws that they mistake for working well together), Good (helps pull each other out of their respectively Very Bad situations), or a secret third thing (lifelong mutual obsession that keeps them alive and well but also very codependent.) Lots of stuff going on there already.

But I digress, you wanted headcanons. So!

It did Not start with the rescue romance fantasy on Ryou's part. Ryou was very grateful and all for the help Yami Yugi provided with the whole "killer monster world" thing, but ultimately considered it a group effort on the part of his new friends.

By contrast it Absolutely started with the rescue romance fantasy with Atem. He did not realize it at the time because he is Out Of Touch with his emotions but it most certainly started with seeing someone so very much like his dear partner stuck in a terrible situation that he really wants to help with but can't stay to monitor all the time. However it did not progress further until:

Ryou got interested when he heard/figured out Atem was a ghost/spirit. You mean there are Other Ghosts in the world? That do not try to make my life miserable and call me a loser when I'm trying to do my homework? Thats so cool!

I think in contrast to Yugi - who considers Atem's more "creepy" qualities useful but also slightly worrying - and most of his other friends - who consider these qualities actively disturbing and try to ignore them (Anzu "Shadow Games are hot" Mazaki notwithstanding) - Ryou is very much Into It. He is obsessed with how shadow games work. What do you mean you can just summon psychic fire out of thin air but only if the game demands it??? Thats amazing. Do you want to get married (said in that characteristically Ambiguously Joking Ryou voice)

So it is also a very new feeling to Atem of not having to worry about showing off those qualities, and you know, it's kind of nice to have someone appreciate your more freaky qualities! But also he is simultaneously repressing them around Ryou because they remind him of how uncomfortably close he seems to acting like the Spirit of the Ring at times, which then adds another layer of Worry onto his relationship to Ryou

I got off topic again didn't I

Anyways Ryou is constantly playing Supernatural (Deconstructed Mix) by kesha in the bg whenever Atem is there

Atem is Panicking and Dying to try and figure out how to send a gift that sufficiently states "Sorry I had to Run Your Body Over With the Power of God Do You Still Like Me" without seeming too desperate

Ryou is obsessed with the mysterious demon and doesn't know the mysterious demon is actually his guardian angel

I think Atem is willing to sit through So Many bad horror movies for Ryou's sake but he does actually really love Monster World

They are going on a dinner date where Ryou introduces Atem to all the pastries he missed out on since Ancient Egyptian times, including that wonderful concoction known as chocolate

I don't know if this is what you wanted but

I'm in love with them esp the idea of Millennium Item swap au's aughahah

I need to see more of their canon interactions I'm dying here

In conclusion:

#fragileshipping #atem #yami yugi #ryou bakura #yugioh #ygo #asks #my stuff #thanks for asking. this is uh. nigh incomprehensible I think

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idiasdiscordkitten · 2 years

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Hello again >:) Ok so prompt for Vampire! Trey, Leona, Floyd, Jamil, Malleus. Can be spicy if you feel like it ;) So, Reader doesn't know that the other person is a vampire and cut themselves pretty deep, thus bleeding. The twst character, being the only other person there, have to bandage their wound and help them. Are they comfortable? Stressed? Hungry? Horny? Up to you~

now this right here is the kind of content i live for. i love stuff like this! i'm going to do my best :) thank you for the request!

i think i am going to keep this mostly non-spicy, just because it wouldn't apply to most of them

you guys i love writing the boys as supernatural creatures

trey, leona, floyd, jamil, and malleus as vampires tending to an oblivious, bleeding prefect

Trey Clover

❤️ trey is a little uncomfortable with the fact that you’re bleeding, since it’s not like he has fresh blood all that often, but his priority is making sure you’re alright. his teeth ache, but he’s able to put those desires aside to tend to your wound

❤️ he cares a lot about what you think of him. he doesn’t want anyone to view him as someone (or something) to be afraid of, so he does his best to appear as “normal” as possible

❤️ you notice that he’s a little shaky, but when he tells you he’s just a little squeamish, he’s very convincing, and you don’t suspect a thing

❤️ after he makes sure you’re going to heal up just fine and you’re back at the dorm, he goes back to his own room to cool off. he wasn’t about to lose it, or anything, but he certainly feels dehydrated. moreso than usual

Leona Kingscholar

💛 his instincts immediately kick in, telling him to completely devour you, but he fights back so that he doesn’t draw suspicion. if anyone finds out he’s a vampire, it’ll just bring more attention to him, and he’d really prefer to be left alone

💛 leona figures that you’re too stupid to patch yourself up, so he grits his teeth and carefully bandages you up

💛 once he’s closer to you, the scent really hits him and he starts to zone out a little, just holding on to you for a second and staring. when he hears his own name, he snaps out of it. his excuse is that annoying herbivores like you are preventing him from taking a nap, so he’s extra tired (not that that’s a lie or anything)

💛 after you’re all fixed up, he orders you to go home. if you’re *that* injured, he’ll ask ruggie or jack to escort you. he needs some time alone to drink something, anything, to get your scent off his mind. it was just too good

Floyd Leech

💜 you may not know that floyd’s a vampire, but you do know he’s dangerous. if there’s anyone you don’t really want to be injured in front of, it’s him. and with good reason, too

💜 he glances at your cut and laughs a little, smiling. he wants a taste really, really bad, and he’s honestly a little turned on by your scent, too. he absolutely wants to take you

💜 when he grabs you, he takes a closer look and contemplates whether or not he should actually bite you. would it really be all that interesting? or is the punishment for such an action too lame, too much of a turnoff

💜 “aw, i didn’t know little shrimpies could bleed like that,” he says. he decides that eating you now would be too easy, and right now, you’re not really worth the trouble. he fixes you up and lets you go, but even though he does a good job bandaging you up, he makes sure to make it “messy” at first so he can get a sample of your blood for later

Jamil Viper

🧡 jamil has phenomenal control, since he’s had to take care of kalim his whole life, but it takes a lot of energy to maintain that composure. your blood smells so good to him, so unique, that he almost breaks character for a second

🧡 he fixes you up really quickly. you don’t think anything of it, since he’s basically a professional malewife, and he’s grateful that he’s got plenty of experience with situations like these

🧡 but god, is he hungry

🧡 all he wants to do is use his teeth. that’s all. it’s frustrating to him that he has these fangs and he can’t even use them... maybe someday

Malleus Draconia

💚 he knows you’re bleeding before you do. he could tell that your blood smelled good even when it was trapped beneath your skin, but now that it’s free? my, what a special child of man you are

💚 malleus knows that everyone is terrified of him, though. the thought of you being scared of him, too, is just too painful. he’s old enough to be able to restrain himself without issue, so he makes sure to be as gentle and warm as possible while he tends to your injury

💚 he knows his skin is cold, so he tries not to let his touch linger for too long. you two have never made skin-to-skin contact before, and he laments that it’s under these circumstances. he hopes you don’t suspect anything

💚 your kindness proves you would never hold judgment towards something like that, and he’s relieved that you didn’t seem to realize anything. after you leave, he realizes his own tongue is bleeding. has he really been pushing his fangs into it this whole time without noticing? it’s time to feed, then

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hstylesloverr · 2 years

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can u do an instagram blurbs with evan peters with him reopening his insta and basically he’s just so lost and he’s a dad and his page is just a fan account for reader who is a famous actress ( or influencer or youtuber ). so both their fandom goes crazy in love even more about them

i rlly like this one so here u got it sweetie 🫶

JANUARY 2023.

evanpeters via instagram post

liked by yourinstagram, ahsfan, taissafarmiga and more

evanpeters Hi again (I guess)? I had a hard time figuring out how this works again so thank my pretty girlfriend.

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evanfan i'm literally crying on the floor with happiness

taissafarmiga Welcome back 🙌

yourinstagram ur so father stop

yourinstagram i love you boo 🫶

ahsfan top 10 most unexpected things

evanfan2 not evan reopening his ig on a Monday at 9 in the morning 💀 it shows that he is rlly bored

username “thank my pretty girlfriend” this is my last straw

ynevan people died

ynfan he reopens his ig with a pic of y/n 😭😭😭 if my boy isn't like that i don't want anything

ynfan6 they are so beautiful 😭😭 i want to experience a love like this

username no bc the caption would be something that my father would perfectly put

ynfan3 he is already father material, he only lacks the son

evanfan3 seeing evan so established with his girlfriend and his life right now is very personal to me

gracieabrams if someone asks me who my parents are, i’ll show a picture of them

madisonbeer hi sis 💞

ahsfan4 i’m sure evan is going to get lost among so many other y/n fan accounts

y/nfan9 girl his first post was a pic of y/n😭 don't even doubt about that

username ok but it hurts a lot to know that evan and emma don't even follow each other now :( i really liked them

evanfan6 girl be fr

FEBRUARY 2023

evanpeters via instagram post

liked by ahsfan, kyliejenner, bellahadid, yourinstagram and more

evanpeters I had no idea how to do this so my girlfriend had to help me :) Anyway, that's been life lately.

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username just photos of his girlfriend, their dog and them together. i want my boyfriend's gallery to look like this

evanfan did the evan frat party boy era even existed? now i see him so calm

evanpeters I’m 36 now.

ynfan2 the day they get married we all act surprised, okay?

yourinstagram i can't believe that some day in the past you had ig

evanpeters Everything was easier before.

yourinstagram love you so so much my pretty boy

evanfan7 if one day they break up i’ll stop believing in love

ynfan8 don't even imagine that

ynfanO is it me or in the third photo you can see a ring like.. . very engagement

ynandevan the last picture i'm literally devastated

username YES LIKE THEY’RE SO CUTE THAT I’LL NEVER EXPERIENCE SOMETHING LIKE THIS

evanfan1 ok but can we talk about how fine y/n is?

liked by evanpeters

username evan aesthetic era

ynevan11 THE LAST PHOTO HOW HE PINCHES HER CHEEK I'M CRYING

kendalljenner 💓💓💓

ahsfan6 i wanna die

ynfan1 i don't know why i get the feeling the rumor that they're engaged is true this time

ynupdates via instagram post

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ynupdates Y/N and her boyfriend, Evan Peters, at her little sister's recital!

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evanfan stop they’re literally so cute

username ultra HD quality 😍

ynfan3 i love the fact that evan so involved with y/n’s family

evanfan7 yeah like lately the only pics we have of evan are with y/n's family

username so grateful to y/n for making evan so happy, especially from how insecure he is and how bad he's had it with his previous relationships

evanfan1 stargirl interlude vibes

ynfan2 can't wait for y/n's next vlog

evanfan take him to the moon for me

username they are literally the reason i get up every morning.

evanfan3 it really is so hard for me to assimilate the fact that evan is going to get married and start a family one day, i would be very happy if it is with y/n tho

username she has evan wrapped around her finger

ynfan and we live for it

ynandevan i’m the man behind when it comes to love

evanpeters vía instagram story

#evan peters smut #evan peters #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #evan peters x reader #evan peters imagine #ariana grande #ariana grande imagine #american horror story

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daisy-mooon · 3 months

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carol/yon-rogg… thoughts? (i’m so sorry in advance)

The way I was literally just vagueposting about them on Discord 😭 the TIMING

I've read nearly every Captain Marvel fic on Ao3, Yonvers included, and I have a lot of thoughts

Gonna start this out by saying I hope this ship never becomes canon endgame

Complicated exes

Carol would not go back to him.

She would definitely have regrets and grief, but she would not go back to him. It would he impossible for her to feel safe around him.

She could maybe be a coworker or ally if she's feeling exceptionally generous and the universe would collapse otherwise, but a proper relationship is out of the window.

Yon-Rogg projected onto her a lot. She was an amnesiac clean slate. In the deleted scene, the person he most admired was himself - what if he started admiring himself after he rescued Carol? Viewing himself as a saviour too her?

Yon-Rogg would never see the Supreme Intelligence as Carol. He's a Kree supremacist, and he knows that Carol is human. He can't ever treat her as a full equal.

The Supreme Intelligence would demote him, but I doubt it would give Yon-Rogg any consequences that actually measured up too his actions.

They definitely hate each other after.

They would both beat the shit out of each other if given the chance.

They've definitely been in a relationship and they've definitely slept together.

Carol wouldn't tell Maria everything about Yon-Rogg at first because of the guilt of having a relationship but eventually would spill the beans during the blip. It would be very hard for her to do.

Yon-Rogg would 100% be jealous over Prince Yan. Meanwhile Prince Yan would obviously care, but he'd he incredibly cold and dismissive towards him. He knows him only as the guy that destroyed Carol's life. He's not deserving of his time.

Valkyrie definitely knows about him. Again, like Yan, she doesn't think he's deserving of her time. But she wouldn't hesitate at stabbing him if he came to it.

The Kree have a kinda poly culture so what I'm saying is that Carol was sleeping with Yon-Rogg and Dar-Benn at the same time and they hated each other a lot

Carol's relationship with Dar-Benn is awful but a lot healthier in the sense that Dar-Benn had zero idea about Carol's origins.

I can definitely see Dar-Benn learning about Carol's origins after she becomes Supremor and being shocked, but deciding not to do anything to punish Yon-Rogg. Again, Kree supremacy. Any good will she has for Carol goes out the window the moment she realises she's human.

The shared blood thing... poor Carol.

I NEED people to talk about the fact that Carol literally DIED and Yon-Rogg resurrected her like??? This is how you know the MCU has gone to shit because any good writer would milk the fuck outta this

Carol's fine with blood UNTIL it is blue. Blue blood makes her incredibly squeamish.

She has a Thing against blood needles and transfusions that she refuses to explain.

Yon-Rogg would never call her Carol. Mostly Vers, maybe Captain or Danvers, but never Carol. It would mean that he accepts her as a separate person.

Very bitter over her leaving - "why isn't she grateful for all I did for her?"

Yeah the Supreme Intelligence treated him wrong... but that does not mean Carol should forgive him in anyway

I know some Yonvers fans will kill me but it's an emotionally/psychologically abusive relationship.

She literally does not have access too basic medical information about her species???

Are we gonna talk about the fact that all of this time hes wittering about fair fights Carol physically can't beat him in a fair fight because Kree are stronger than humans? And that she isn't allowed to know that she's human? So she's being gaslit into thinking her failures are her fault when they're not?

I honestly also think its important that not everything should be romantic. They aren't romantic in canon and he still abused her. It's not always a partner or family member that can abuse you - it can be anyone.

I would write more but it's 1am so im wrapping it up. Anyways, final thoughts: a very interesting and deeply unhealthy dynamic that adds a lot to Carol's character but as an endgame ship would detract from her character arc. Anyways im tired af gn squad

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moonlit-mystery-writer · 3 months

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For Xanxus x Squalo/XS Fans

So I'm writing a fic where Xanxus and Squalo both die, but wake up back in the past. Both never having really confessed to the other and now so used to life with the Varia rather than the lives they have as tweens/young teens decide to basically fast forward the events of their lives. Neither one knows that the other remembers their last life as well and it's going to be pretty headcanon heavy.

But I'm struggling with the first chapter. Under cut I'm going to post the first few paragraphs and I'd love some feedback if anyone is willing.

TW for main character death.

A fight to the death was an honorable way for any assassin, especially a swordsman, to go. Yet Squalo can’t find himself happy about his current situation. He wants to get up and keep fighting, but no part of his body is responding. There’s a dull buzzing in his ears and he can hear the faded yells of his teammates. Maybe they were taunting him with the fact he wasn’t Varia Quality anymore or maybe they were nagging him for getting so hurt yet again or… The worst possibility was the idea they could be begging him to stay with them, crying out in a futile attempt to save his life. He feels unpleasantly chill even when his blurry eyes can vaguely make out Lussuria’s sun flames being pressed against his bleeding wound. Though, through the fading in and out, he can feel a familiar grip on his hair. Xanxus wasn’t yanking it, more holding as much of the Rain flame’s silvery hair in his grasp as he could. The usually loud swordsman wants to laugh, but all that falls from his lips are mostly pathetic puffs of air. The dark haired Sky presses the hair against his face, much like a child hiding behind their security blanket when trying to avoid a cruel reality life is throwing at them.

Was his boss crying? Was Xanxus really so upset he’s leaving him? At the very least, he can yell loudly with pride in hell that he never failed his promise to his Sky. Even if eternal damnation and torture awaits him the moment he’s finally gone from this life, he can bear it all since in a way, he kept his vow to the man he loves so dear… Squalo’s eyes close slowly as he accepts his fate, vaguely hearing Xanxus’ voice yelling at him though it sounds like the man is trying to yell through water or thick jello.

“Don’t you go…!...Shitty Shark…!...”

The rest of the dark haired man’s words were unintelligible to him now in this state. Now Squalo simply waits for whatever afterlife awaits him. Being a born and raised Italian, he expects some form of Christianity hell for someone like him. Yet… There’s nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. He feels warm again, like he’s laying in some luxurious bed. He knows damn well the Varia has never had enough money to blow on fancy sheets and blankets and memory foam filled mattresses. Not to mention the Rain flame is also pretty damn sure there’s no way his team could’ve revived him unless they let him become some Vindice like zombie.

“Hey, get up, lei!”

A grating, young girl's voice yells at him. He was painfully familiar with the owner of said voice, his shitty little sister Delfino. Last he’d talked to her, she was the Cavallone Famiglia’s Rain Guardian and she didn’t sound so child-like. The swordsman opens his blue-grey eyes slowly and looks around. The room he was in was his childhood bedroom… For a moment he’d assume he’s some weird heaven until he makes eye contact with his sister.

“The fuck to do you want, voi?!”

Squalo snaps at her, making Delfino gasp and flinch a little.

“Lei!! Fine if you want to be late for school I don’t care!!”

School?! He’s a grown man-... Squalo quickly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, horror dawning on him as he finds his 12 year old self staring back at him. So that makes Delfino only 10 which explains her sounding and looking so young… This also explains the school comment.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr xanxus #khr squalo #xanxus x squalo

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seraphim-soulmate · 4 months

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I needed to send another email to a government program and when checking if I'd attached the proper documents, started crying pretty hard because I didn't fully realize what I'd been sending these people. I fully read the documents that I've just been sending as proof of my disability and it tore me apart while building me back up.

One document is a testament to every treatment I tried, written by the pain clinic, with all the results of every treatment. Every consult I went to, another update about what I'd been trying. it's not absolutely everything either, bcs there were months that I didn't go to the pain clinic so they didn't get an update. I did SO much and fought SO hard to get myself help, to try to feel better. And it's all there, in that document. And I'd gaslight myself into thinking my problems weren't that bad, that I was being excessive or making things up. That I didn't have a right to articulate my needs and get them met, that I wasn't even allowed to have needs. I had to work, actually work on, in therapy, finding out my most basic needs. Then communicating them. Without dismissing myself or belittling myself or thinking I'm bad or my needs are bad if someone cannot meet them. Now I have to work on communicating them in a way that doesn't sound like an order, and communicating them early enough that I don't feel a need to articulate them like an order.

There's also of course my psychiatrist's letter which is hard-hitting too. The fact that I helped write the rough draft only makes it even more painful, but in a good way. The last sentence, after pages of my diagnoses and how they impact me, is "despite his many problems, he presents a beautiful resilience associated with a strong desire to improve his life conditions and to better integrate into society." When you've just read the medical report from the pain clinic, then the one from the psychiatrist, I don't know who wouldn't be shaking in tears after that tbh. Especially with the knowledge of where I was at in life, that I was caretaking for my grandmother the entire time that I was struggling myself, and that I was alone. I had friends, and I cannot be more grateful for those who stood by me, but not having family is hard. Knowing your parents don't understand and can't help is hard. I'm glad my dad tried, that he's gotten better at believing me again. He was the one who actually came to me with the idea that it might be fibro, but that was such a scary diagnosis at the time, for the fact that it was psychosomatic and for the fact that there was no relief, that it took me a bit to accept that he was trying to help. And then I looked into it more. And I went to the pain clinic. And I got so so so very lucky making an appointment, I got one for the following week because of a cancellation. I would have had to wait months otherwise.

Knowing I did that, by myself, alone. I researched conditions and symptoms and medications and treatments and therapies and the list goes on! I became a micro-expert in my field of disability, because you have to if you want to know what your doctors are doing to you and what you can do in response. Advocating for yourself as a disabled person and fighting with doctors is one of the most fucked up things I got from this experience. Some of them are absolutely repugnant.

I searched for all the medical professionals, I reached out to them, I booked the appointments, I reached out to get help going to the appointments so I would have a witness to how doctors treated me, I tried again and again and again, despite so many treatments failing or even worsening my pain. It's so weird to look back on that and think that I didn't just do nothing about my condition, that I was more active and engaged in my care than most disabled people are (or can be, no diss to disabled ppl who cannot get access to care).

I'm proud of that, of everything I've done, but it's also deeply fucking sad. I did that all alone. I didn't get a diagnosis when I was younger, I didn't have the support of my parents. My mom didn't book doctors appointments for me, she didn't take me to them, she didn't hold me when I was weeping with pain and grief and loss. She's proud of me, for everything I've accomplished, because she's now seen people with my conditions who struggle more than I do and she realizes now how excruciating it is for me to be here- to exist. Realistically I know it was easier for me to do it without her, she lives in the middle of nowhere and would have been more of a burden than help, but it's still hard. It's hard that I cannot count on my parents for this, to literally take care of me. Idk if it'll ever not be hard, if I'll ever forgive them for not listening to me all those years I cried out for help to be met with silence, or worse, accusations of lying. Of making it up for attention.

But I'm a success story. I'm living, breathing, being human, being loved and loving, and dealing with it all as it comes. I get to wake up another day and see how the sun reflects off the leaves, I get to see another sunset, I get to see the snow, I get to go to the park, I get to craft, to create, to play. I get to be part of other people's stories. I get to discover my own story.

#personal #me #disability #chronic pain

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vivaciouscynner · 7 months

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Shared Memories

The door shut with a soft shck behind Mermista. When she entered her own living room with Catra waiting patiently on the tufted couch, she had the briefest moment of panic. Even after all these months, seeing Catra's face alone caused fear. She berated herself internally for it. She looked away trying to suppress a memory that wasn't hers.

She walked over to a chair, tufted in the same way, and sat. Catra's eyes followed her. Mermista's leg began to cross the other and then she thought better of it. Still uncomfortable, she didn't know where to place her foot. "Ugh!" she groaned, "Fuck it," and she draped a leg over the arm rest. "Look, I don't know what you want from me, okay? I know you're sorry. I know you're helping and doing better or whatever. I saw what happened to you. Your memories. They fucking haunt me now. Argh! What am I even saying!? I GET IT! Okay. We- we don't need to talk about it."

"I um-" Catra started weakly. "I wasn't here, really, for me." She sat up from her seat.

"You're here for me? Why?"

Catra cleared her throat, "I got your memories, too. Your dad- not the greatest parent to have raise you either. I just thought- I thought maybe you wanted to talk about it since, you know, you hadn't told anyone before."

"Yeah, well, more than half of all Etheria knows, thanks to Prime. There's really nothing to talk abou-"

"You never talked about it. They have your memories, but they're processing it their way. You never got it off your chest before. And I...," she stared at the floor until her eyes drifted back up to Mermista again, "I know a thing or two about what it feels like to be punished before I did anything wrong and given responsibilities that were supposed to make me fail. How your whole life was designed to make you punish yourself so they didn't have to."

"I-" Mermista began. She was trying to refute it. Trying to reason that she shouldn't show, of all people - Catra, vulnerability. The very fact that Catra was even allowed in Salineas was enough to have the people of her Kingdom question her judgement. But there she was, sitting in front of her, offering a listening ear. She scoffed. Then she pursed her lips with an added slow nod. She looked up at Catra, "He- My father tried to convince me that he was gifting me this kingdom. I barely saw him. I was 20 and the only thing I knew about this place were from the whispered rumors from my guards. He took what he got from the people and then just... left.

"My whole life had been like I was always in his way. An inconvenience that interrupted and-" she glanced at Catra who nodded and hung on to every word. "-whatever."

Catra didn't push her. She instead told her about Shadow Weaver. A memory she knew Mermista was familiar with. "It was never clear why she hated me. Even just walking by her, I could feel her getting tense, like I was bothering her just for existing."

"Yeah! Like what the fuck, right? It's not like I knew he was there. It wasn't like I fuckin' meant to bother him. I barely breathed around him, y'know? Like..., like-"

"Like you were taking up too much of his air."

"Right! I just... It was like I wasn't allowed to exist around him. And oh! But when he comes to me I suddenly have to be so grateful to him! Every time," she growled those words, "Every time he did that, I just got so angry. I hated everything and everyone because I wasn't even allowed to complain! Argh! And I hated that I got angry. I just wanted everything to be chill! And then!

"THEN, after MONTHS of telling everyone he was going to fix the Sea Gate, he sits me down for a 'serious talk'." Mermista took a moment for this. Catra already knew. It was the day Mermista was given Silaneas while he escaped. It was too important for him, the King, to stick around. "I'm a fucking QUEEN! Okay!? I had basically no staff, no guards, and a fuck-ton of people to keep calm while the Horde was at my doorstep!" Catra knew she was venting, it was fine. Mermista let out a heavy sigh, "Glad you're on our side now, shit head," she smirked at that. Catra huffed a laugh in return.

"Well I'm inside now, I'm just waiting for Scorpia to give me the signal. KIDDING! KIDDING! I'm- I'm kidding. Sorry, too soon. It'll always be too soon." Catra's face was turning red and she offered another apology.

"You're a fucking twat, you know that," she said this with the corner of her mouth rising. "It's cool. I know Adora's got you on a leash."

She laughed, "Pff fuck you."

Mermista let out a half sigh half groan that felt like forever, "Okay. You want to do a girls-night-out thing? Maybe we should get captured by some Crimson Waste losers or something and get Sea Hawk to save us."

"Not really in the mood to get burned to death on some ship, no offense, but I'll take you up on the girls night out. You think Netossa and Spinenrella could join us?"

"Sure, why not? Wait, no Adora?"

"Hm? Oh, no. I made the mistake of not believing how Adora gets when she's drunk and uh, kinda not the vibe I was going for tonight, y'know?"

"Drunk She-Ra?"

"Drunk She-Ra. She is really strong."

#spop #Catra #Mermista #talking it out #after the war #my fic

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vikkirosko · 1 year

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Is it possible if I could request team Stan with a s/o who has diabetes like Scott? You can ignore this if you want to I'm cool with it.

Headcanons Diabetes

💙 Stan Marsh x Reader 🐶

Stan knew that you had diabetes for a long time. You have known each other since childhood and several times he saw you carrying several syringes with you. It was only when he got a little older that he found out that they were syringes with insulin. You carried them with you just in case something happened to your insulin pump

One of the most important things you had to follow was a diet. That was one of your basic rules. You always brought food from home with you and sometimes treated Stan to it. He wondered how you could eat this every day for many years, but you're used to it. You remembered how bad you felt when you tasted candy, so you preferred to follow your diet

Stan knew you weren't the only diabetic in South Park, but it was thanks to you that he learned a lot more about it. He knew you needed a diet and regular exercise, but the most important thing was the insulin you needed

The fact that you lived as if you didn't have diabetes seemed very cool to Stan. He knew that some people were very fixated on their illnesses, which is why the fact that you lived a full life no matter what seemed so cool to him. You walked into tomorrow with confidence and Stan was ready to be there if you were ready to let him

💚 Kyle Broflovski x Reader ✡️

You and Kyle met thanks to your parents. They were friends and that's why you saw each other often. Several times you had dinner with them and his mom always carefully watched what you eat. At first Kyle didn't understand the reason for this, but then he found out that you were diabetic and that you couldn't eat a huge amount of food

Despite the fact that Kyle knew about your diabetes, he treated you the same as before. He began to notice more often that you were watching your health, but it didn't change your life that much. You and Kyle were having a great time. He knew that your classmates didn't know about your diabetes, but he wasn't going to tell them either

• When you and Kyle were at school, your insulin pump ran out of batteries. Kyle understood that very soon you needed to get a new dose of insulin, which is why he ran to look for spare batteries. He had to run around several classrooms at school, but he was able to find batteries, for which you were grateful to him, because otherwise you could get bad

Initially, Kyle looked after you at the request of his mother, but pretty quickly he began to do it on his own initiative. You were dear to him and he didn't want you to feel bad. He understood that your diabetes was not a disease that could be cured, but it didn't bother him much. Together you were not afraid of any diseases

❤ Eric Cartman x Reader 🍪

You met Cartman at the hospital. His mom started worrying that he might have diabetes, so she decided to take him to the doctor. While your parents were talking, Cartman suggested that you run away. He was sure that you, just like him, did not want to go to the doctor. You managed to escape together and while talking, he found out that you really had diabetes, but you visited the doctor so often that you no longer had a drop of desire to visit the doctor again

Although your parents scolded you for running away from the hospital, but your joint escape became an occasion for communication. You went to the same school and began to see each other often. At first he was joking about your diabetes, but you didn't react to his jokes, so he stopped doing it. He was interested in communicating with you and your illness did not change that

Several times he saw how you were forced to inject yourself with insulin. It seemed interesting to him and he even asked you about exactly how you do it. You've been learning how to inject yourself with insulin for several years on your own, and you didn't mind telling Cartman exactly how to do it

Few people could easily communicate with Cartman, but you didn't have any problems with it. Although sometimes he could try to deliberately annoy you, but otherwise there were no problems in your communication. Quite often you both forgot that you had diabetes. He was ready to come up with a lot of different adventures in which you could participate and which could help you finally forget about your diabetes

🧡 Kenny McCormick x Reader 🐀

You and Kenny were in the same class and he often liked to sit with you in the cafeteria. He liked to communicate with you and quite often you gave him your lunch from the dining room. The reason for this was your diabetes. There were a lot of things you couldn't do because of your special diet and you didn't mind sharing with Kenny, having a quiet lunch with what you brought from home. Sometimes Kenny would convince you to break your diet and every time after that you were forced to inject yourself with insulin, but it was worth it

You often spent time together. Your parents were very worried about you, and even if you left for a short time, they checked that you took your syringes and repeated every time so that you did not forget that you could not eat and that you were more careful. Kenny sometimes even wondered if they would be more concerned if you had a diabetes attack or if you went to a dangerous place and they found out about it. But you and Kenny didn't want to know the answer to that question

Several times Kenny witnessed you injecting yourself with insulin. He asked you if it hurt and if you would inject insulin all your life. You answered his questions without seeing anything wrong with them. He was genuinely worried about you and he was wondering if there was a chance that your diabetes could be cured

You enjoyed spending time with Kenny. You liked the fact that he saw in you not a person with diabetes, but you. You were grateful to him for that. You cherished him and hoped that even years later you would be together

#south park #south park x reader #South Park headcanons #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x Reader #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader #Eric Cartman #Eric Cartman x Reader #Kenny McCormick #Kenny McCormick x Reader

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fairydustedtheory · 6 months

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I guess it's time for a new life update and pinned post on my blog. If you've been following me for a while, you know that this year has been a bit of a struggle, to put it lightly. I'll put everything under a read more because I know most people don't want to read that.

tldr: I'm f***ing poor. Here is my Kofi account and my kid's christmas amazon wishlist

Long story short, I've had to go to court twice to see the judge to protect my kid from her father and his new girlfriend who are pretty toxic to her. (I can share more in private but basically we've been and are still going through it). My kid has had a hell of year. Both of our mental healths have greatly suffered and are still suffering but we're trying to heal and hopefully will end the year in better shape than what we've got to experience thus far.

At the end of last year, I finished my paid course which I hoped would mean I'd get a nice job but sadly it hasn't been the case because there aren't many jobs available where I live and the ones I got interviewed for were simply given to people who knew people. And nobody hides that fact. So yeah that sucks and i feel guilty about not being able to earn more money and i feel guilty that i am exhausted. but I don't feel guilty that I put my kid's mental health needs first and that I try to protect her from the bad things that happened to her. But now with all the added expenses for my kid's therapy and some health and lawyer bills that weren't part of the financial aid I got, a tight budget can only get tighter. On top of that, my kid's father decided to stop paying all child support for over a year now, because he's a neat guy like that so that's about €4000 that he owes and I don't know when that will be sorted out. It's not money issues on his part because he comes from a wealthy family and owns several restaurants. Everything's been adding up and making it pretty difficult for me. I'm fairly good at budgetting on small finances as this is how life has always been for me but all the unexpected drama has been a lot.

Like for anyone who says don't have kids if you can't afford them... well, without publicly diagnosing my ex on the internet, let's just say he was very shitty but also very convincing and I was in no way prepared to get dumped basically after giving birth. I don't regret having my daughter, she's the love of my life and even though the world keeps putting obstacles on my way, I keep the hope that we'll get to a good life for the two of us sometime.

Soooo yeah, I know the overall state of the world is bad for everyone and my problems are definitely not the worst problems that exist. I'm grateful for what I do have and I'm not expecting miracles or anything but I keep trying to convince myself that there's no shame in struggling.

I'll share my Kofi account again if anyone feels like donating a couple bucks to my dumpster fire of a life. Anything helps and will go towards paying the rent (which was raised over €50 without the landlord informing me, just to make it more fun) and groceries.

Also, in case anyone feels like being a Secret Santa for my kid, here is an amazon wishlist. We didn't celebrate her birthday the way we usually do because money and mental health weren't with us at the time but it would mean the world to me if she could still feel some Christmas magic somehow. Her first choice is a telescope because she's been fascinated by space and stars lately, so I'm going to do my hardest to save up enough to have it under the tree at Christmas.

I know I'm barely on here anymore, I don't host any events anymore and I barely talk to anyone so I don't even know who is still around but at least I got some of that off my chest and trying to manifest a good end of the year, if only in good vibes ha

#personal

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shytastemakerthing · 7 months

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Hi there! :D I saw that the Match event was open, so I hope to be in time to place my order with TWST boys! 🌻Info about me!🌼

MBTI: ENFP (but I'm an ambivert, I don't mind taking the role of introversion or extroversion depending on the situation.

Personality: I am calm but cheerful and sweet. I like to help and take care of those close to me and I always want to better understand people's hearts and how they understand or see the world from their perspective. I can be a little sleepyhead and little procrastinator but without neglecting my important duties. Sometimes I can be somewhat clueless or clumsy in things but I always try to do my best. People often say that I'm "a smart fool" sometimes I don't understand or grasp "obvious" or simple things, it's hard for me to grasp or learn something the first time.

But I understand and understand well my feelings and the feelings of the people around me. I do not like injustices or those who take advantage of others and I am willing to protect someone, Being a helping hand, even if i are not the strongest or bravest person. I like sweet food, I like to draw and the arts, I want to have a calm, simple and happy life. I like me I would like to live from gratitude for the simple fact of being grateful to this world and its people, either by being someone who can make this world a little happier with my ideas and support.

Hiya! Thank you so much for your request! As a fellow Ambivert, I had a LOT of fun on writing this. Just gotta know your people! I hope you enjoy! Did not see a romantic of platonic preference so romantic is default.

CW: just a little violence, given this boys particular upbringing but nothing to detailed

I match you with........

Ruggie Bucchi

🍩 First and foremost, Ruggie loves just how understanding you can be of others and the situation that they are currently in or have been in in the past. With his upbringing living in what is basically the slums, seeing the violence that he did, not knowing when he was going to have another meal, while trying to protect himself and his family, sometimes by unsavory means, it means a lot to him that you try to understand things from his perspective of things. It shows that you really do care.

🍩 Ruggie has a lot of street smarts and certainly book smarts after everything, and with how much you love to be able to help him and others, he'll certainly repay the favor.... sometimes for a price. Hey, old habits die hard. But if you bring him some sweets, especially donuts, you're all good to go.

🍩 Being another sweets lover, I feel that sweets weren't always something he could enjoy growing up given where he had grown up. So, for you to just come along and just gift him some sweets that you had, especially if it was like a box of donuts you managed to get your hands on, he is over the moon. Sure, at first he was rather skeptical. After all, who woukd just gave away their food for free? Everything has a price. But after a while, he just got rather used to itand welcomes it with open arms and an open mouth.

🍩 The fact that you are always so willing to help others around you tugs at his heart. What sealed the deal was when he took you to his home during break, he was honestly very nervous that when you saw where and how be lived and grew up, you'd leave, only to be pleasantly surprised when you instantly offered to help those who needed it. At this point, the whole village loves you and is always asking Ruggie when you would visit again, especially his grandmother, she absolutely adores you.

🍩 A calm, simple, and happy life. Deep down, he wants it as well. A life where he doesn't have to worry about putting food on the table, or wonder if anything horrible is going to happen. A simple life with you, it makes him smile. I can see him being a bit of a minimalist goven his upbringing and being happy with the little things, so, as long as he has you, and maybe a nice little home with you in the future, he is as happy as can be.

🍩 He understands your sleepiness. After a very long day of studies, spelldrive practice, doing errands for Leona, he is exhausted by the end of the day. So, the fact that he gets to come back for snuggles and a good nap? His tail is thumping softly as he curls in your arms. Granted, it is a little hard to actually get him to that point. Time is money after all, but with some sweet words and the promise of donuts, he will be putty in your arms and is just cuddling under the blankets.

🍩 As a male hyena beastman, there are times where it definitely more submissive, as is male hyena behavior when around females. So, at times, this behavior will reflect when he is with you, but deep down, he also loves it when he gets to protect you at various times. It floods him with a sense of accomplishment and pride to show he can be a good, protective, and providing mate.

🍩 Ruggie, after a while, is big on giving you gifts. Whether it comes from him wanting to show that he can provide for you or because he feels the need to give them to you so you'll stay with him (he has a little issues on self worth , he just doesn't want you to leave him if he feels like he can't provide), we may never know. But he will manage to get materilea for you for your love of drawing. No matter what it is, he manages to find a sale and is constantly bringing you anything you'd like.

🍩 Overall, there are times where Ruggie is still rather confused as to why you chose someone like him to be with when there are literal princes in this school, but at the end of the day, he isn't complaining. You love him for who he is and he loves you for who you are.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #ruggie #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #shy answers #shy writes

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vanikolya · 1 year

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cw: mentions of death, spoilers for volume 9 of vnc

reader info: meant to be f!reader but i'm also kind of bad at writing for specific genders it never really comes up that much

notes: @rin-idk i posted this early and i had to delete it im so sorry sjdjdjf, i'm basing this off this theory! (spoilers for volume 9). this is also a continuation of my past louis x reader headcanons, the reader will be the same and have that history with louis!

LOUIS DE SADE X READER HCS (AU WHERE HE LIVES)

being domi and noe's friend, it's likely to say you would later go on to meet vanitas just as they did, so you'd reasonably have an idea about the comings and goings of the main plot

although even after meeting a vampire doctor who held the book of vanitas and used it for good... louis "coming back to life" was the last thing you'd ever expect to come out of this

at first it felt a little strange because it had been so long, you'd thought he was dead for all those years, it was hard to just pick up where you left off even with your friendship let alone with any romantic feelings

but alas with time louis being around again slowly felt more natural

he doesn't talk to you very much about things that happened in moreau's lab, it's mostly just kept a secret between him and vanitas as they were both there, you, noe and domi are kind of just only filled in on the basics of "after my head was cut off i was taken to this lab to be saved and i stayed there"

although he does have occasional nightmares that he goes to you about for comfort, though much context of what happened isn't given

not that he doesn't trust you, he doesn't want to upset you, so aside from that he refuses to mention it and if asked will just brush it off and make some joke

of course there's also the obvious thing of him. not being able to speak now. on the offchance he was taught any kind of sign language by moreau and the teacher, he teaches you as well so you can understand him, but otherwise pen and paper works just fine

i feel like i need to add my big headcanon that he kinda just doesn't like vanitas 💀 "(name) why has your taste in friends gone down since i've been away, after seeing you with vanitas it was a miracle to find out you're still friends with domi and noe"

although i guess it's more like frenemies there's no like extremely malicious stuff it's just like "ew it's you" whenever they see each other

sorry this is turning into more "louis being around in the current plot" headcanons

he's very grateful for you being there and staying patient with him whilst he adjusts to Existing Normally(tm) before anything changes in your relationship

whilst he never spoke of his feelings for you when you were both younger, it's quite obvious that he missed you just as much as he did noe and domi

there's no exact spoken moment of "we should be together now", it just happens with a gradual increase of you both being more affectionate, louis being more accepting of your affection towards him, etc

he likes hugs❗️❗️give him lots of hugs. there's something extremely grounding about them and he feels safe in your arms

he'd probably get upset about something and after being comforted and calming down he'd smile and make some joke about how you're the lady, traditionally he should be protecting and comforting you, not the other way around

despite his joking he is still actually quite protective over you, especially considering you both being in a friend group that rather commonly gets involved with cursebearers and other dangerous situations

i've mentioned louis' frenemy type dislike for vanitas but at the end of the day he's very calmed by the fact that if you were to become a cursebearer, being friends with vanitas would give you an immediate cure, rather than you having to go through anything near the likes of what louis did

i also think that louis would have to keep his being alive a secret, domi is the only member of his family to know he's still alive

so being in a relationship with him feels a little easier, he's just louis, not "louis the discarded twin of dominique de sade who the majority of his family dislikes" because you don't have to deal with the opinions of people like veronica and antoine because- louis was executed as far as they're concerned

though the trade off here is that louis has to be more secretive in general, perhaps using different names or not being able to go to altus with you if invited

with you being domi's friend, it would probably also be that he'd have to be kept secret from your family too, not just his own, with class divides and the de sade's being a higher class family, it's pretty much given that to have been such good friends with domi as a child, your family would have to have already known the de sade's and be close with them

it's still a common theme with him that he prefers quieter time with you than a larger gathering with more people around, reminiscent of him preferring to sit and read with you rather than play alongside domi and noe

overall i think he'd be pretty gentle with you and as a partner despite his more sarcastic and, what i'd affectionately call "bastard" personality

#louis vnc #louis de sade #memoir of vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte headcanons #vanitas no shuki headcanons #vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #vnc

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Hey, I just want to throw in a few cents about my ace experience because your post about your sexual identity crisis really moved something in me.

"I wish I wasn't ace" is a pretty common thought for me to have, although it usually takes form of "I wish people wouldn't be so weird about sex". I know it's shifting the blame, and there shouldn't really be any blame here, but here we are I guess.

Growing up I always had this notion that love is this grand romantic thing we all experience at one point in our lives, the books, the movies, the games - I had no idea how it worked outside of them, so they all built up this expectation I had.

So I waited, and waited, friends from school turned their flings into relationships and I still waited. In the meantime I grew more and more attached to all the fictional people from all sorts of media and decided that this is what makes me the oddball.

So I stopped doing what I loved and went out to people. Threw myself into sexual situations with people I barely knew because... that's how people do it, right? That is what love is about?

Well, turns out it's not, and when having sex turned out to make me miserable I had no idea what's wrong. That was over 15 years ago and the concept of "asexual" didn't even come up. Any queer stuff barely did in my circles. Now I know I just kind of abused myself for trying to be "normal".

I'm well over 12 years in a relationship now, with a man I... care about. I wish I could say it's love, but I'm not sure. We have a child, we share a home, I feel comfortable. But I don't know if it's love because I didn't meet any person in my whole, almost 40yo, life I can say I loved romantically. I feel cared for, my partner doesn't cross any boundaries I don't wish to cross.

Nobody even comes close to how I still feel about those fictional characters from books, movies, games. I don't love them in the "I would marry their plushie at Vegas" kind of way, but they bring me comfort of exploring what I know I'm not capable of in real life. And it makes me happy.

And sometimes, I wish I could do all those things, and cry about it because I feel like a fruad. But what I'm trying to say is... do what makes you comfortable. I'm terrified by the thought of being alone, so I found someone to share my life with even though it's not what I grew up expecting. I love the comfort of it, if not the situation itself.

So...I guess you are not alone in your feelings, because I also sometimes wish for more, but can only play the cards given to me.

Feel free to post it public if you want to have this conversation in the open, or just ignore me, I won't mind, just wanted to share my thoughts.

First of all, thank you so much. This couldn't have been easy to say and the fact you took your time to say it anyway means a lot. ❤️ I often ask myself to what extent I'm disappointed in being ace myself or if the sadness I feel is over the fact that everyone else seems to be so fixated on sex which leads me to believe it's something I should be fixated on and if I'm not I'm missing out or something. Like I wish?? sometimes I wouldn't be into fictional characters and romance because that way my real life wouldn't feel lacking. But then again being into fictional characters and romance is the only way for me to experience these things. Which, in turn, as I said, makes my life feel lacking and lonely despite being in a relationship. My boyfriend is very kind and understanding and I should be grateful. But I can't help but feel sad knowing this is all life has to offer for me. I mean. Honestly. Marrying someone for security and the fact that they understand and support me should be enough. I will never experience that sort of passion and romance with my boyfriend and I think the question I want to answer is basically. Am I really ace or is it just that I am not attracted to my boyfriend? While I would hope that latter is the case and I just need to throw myself into sexual relationships to find the One™ it's also something I did in the past and it made me feel miserable. I'm glad I am not alone in this, at least.

#ask #vitanithepure

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breachverse · 1 year

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Hii. I love the Breach series so much I'm practically obsessed. I play other choice script games but none has come close to how much I enjoy playing Breach. I've also played the demo almost a hundred times it's Soo good!

I'm new to the Tumblr so I'm not sure if this has already been asked but which of the characters do you relate the most with? As in you would most likely make the same decisions if you were in their situations? And does that make the character easier to write?

Also would it be a possibility for the MC to be completely mute in the story in the future? I am very grateful for the fact there are options not to talk in situations but there are still times MC still has to talk and was wondering if it would be too hard to make it possible for them to be mute like Raquel. Thanks again!

Which characters do I relate to most? 🤔

It's pretty hard for me to pin point one character so I'll put out three. Breach's characters have some part of me in them in one way or another, but three charactes have been pretty consistent in getting the same vibe as me in certain cases 😅

Gabriel's determination and slight case of paranoia is something I vibe with and, is pretty much something I would love to be but, I know I need to put the work in to become someone like him. Gabriel wasn't born that way, he's turned into who he is through... well... numerous life changing events.

Rook is the pinnacle of chaos manifest and a huge part of me loves writing Rook and Bishop because they're basically just the regular banters I would usually do with my best friend, sprinkled in with a bit of madness and chaos.

And... well, Mouse. Their anxiety and hopeful optimism is, kinda close to who I am as a person in general and, like Mouse, I constantly worry about whether or not I'm doing enough, and I feel horrible whenever I can't deliver what I've optimistically promised... It hurts to know that I may have disappointed some people in how much I can write and for that I'm sorry.

But yeah, those three in combination. Anxiety is no joke, but with a mix of Rook's dark humor and Gabriel's stoicism, I feel like a wreck of different emotions that general makes me feel like shit but at the same time, I feel hopeful and optimistic cause I know whatever comes my way, I'll either laugh it off or push through it... or have an anxiety attack about it. Either way, I know I'll be fine.

As for making the MC completely mute... unfortunately, I've written Breach 1 in a way that doesn't make that possible, I'm sorry. 😓

But eversince I implemented the personality system, I've been trying to write in automatic responses where the MC just says nothing if they have a quiet personality. You can't be completely and entirely quiet, but, you can get very close to it, only saying a very small number of words through the entire trilogy.

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