#BITES. BIG LITERALLY HAS AN UMBRELLA

[4filen0tfound4]

I just think that if Amy was a power type and Big was the flying type and Cream was the speed type then team rose would be like 100x better than they already are.

#BITES. BIG LITERALLY HAS AN UMBRELLA #he would use it and twirl it around and float like Mary poppins #and what’s the point of giving amy a hammer if she doesn’t get to use it on her own team !!!!! #plus it would make more sense for their sonic heroes formation for everyone hanging off of Big’s tail #going Big -> Amy -> Cream #PLUS CREAM BEING A SPEED TYPE MAKES MORE SENSE !!! #she’s a bunny you’re gonna tell me it makes more sense for her to FLY rather than RUN AWAY??? #bites. the only reason they’re formed like that is to parallel Team Sonic and I hate it #ty has something to say

[thedivinershiddenarchive]

thinking of: vampire!hunter childe who gets attached with vampire!reader ever since he met her but his obsession only worsens when someone tries to take her away from him.

cw. fem!reader, blood (svcking), yandere!childe, implied br33ding k1nk, possesiveness, semi-public s3x, s0mn0philia, dvb-c0n, implied historical au

a/n. don't mind me writing this after my wuthering waves mass post, the preview was so good. Bailian, Female Rover, Male Rover, my beloveds were so fine there. Anw childe time

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Vampire Hunter!Childe who still bloodlusts in killing vampires except for you. Hell, he leans more in lust than bloodlust. He's obsessed with the way you bare your fangs at him. (I guess one is more into bloodlust while the other is just plain old lust)

He didn't want you to leave his side after he met you when he was eighteen, the two of you were inseperable! (more like you couldn't escape from him.)

Childe would give you whatever you wanted, the tastiest blood you'll drink (don't ask him where he got it though), the most comfortable dresses or corsets you could ever wear, the finest bedding for you to sleep in during the day as well as a big enough umbrella to cover your body so you wouldn't burn. Of course, he's not dumb enough to just give you an umbrella. He gave you lots of layers of clothing so you wouldn't burn when the umbrella would fly away from the harsh wind.

You wouldn't have to worry about that when he has you pinned to the wall of the darkest alleyway he can find, smashing his lips to yours, smirking at the sudden taste of iron in his mouth as he deepens the makeout. When you bite his bottom lip until it bleeds, you almost sound like a moan. He'll have your skirt bunching up as he teases your clothed lower region with his hand.

This guy thrives off pain with pleasure, it's basically the ultimate combo. Childe would get off to you simply sucking any part of his bodypart, his lips, neck, maybe even in that one lower region he loves so much. He doesn't want you to be too gentle with him but he doesn't want to die from blood loss either.

Usually you'll get tied up when it came to these occassions because you get out of hand when meeting lust and bloodlust altogether. Though he admits it looks so hot on you. Now he really didn't regret showing mercy on you when his family tried to execute you. Saying how you'll kill him, in which you literally and figuratively will. But it'll be worth it in the end.

Childe would keep you inside most of the time because people would come after you. Though he has other motivations other than that. You'd often catch other people's eye, especially to another family he was associated with. He doesn't like the simple glint of their son's eyes when he stares at you simply walking by. Who does he think he is trying to get interested on you? Doesn't he know that you're his? He wouldn't even take care of you like he does!

Out of jealousy from how much the son was trying to make moves on you, he tied you up while you were napping, ravaging your body and preparing it for him to enter his cock inside of you.

He'd start slow but gets impatient, biting your neck softly that you instinctively woke up with your sharp nails threatening to cut his neck off until you realize it was jut the ginger trying to fuck you in your sleep. You growled and pulled his hair so he could face you, his stupid grin shining in the dark as he moans when the two of your lips connect, the red liquid dripping onto your white shirt as the both of your legs tangle with each other.

Childe's breathing labored, grinding his hips until he bottomed out, pulling it out before slamming it back in. He saw how hungry you were from your eyes alone, the man just remembered that he (intentionally) forgot to feed you your daily dosage of blood. Childe just nods, throwing his hair to the side so his neck would be visible enough for your fangs to bite into.

Shit, he groaned at the feeling at first but slowly got used to it. Your face was flused against his neck as he kept up with his thrusts, his hand massaging your sides before gripping them, knowing very well it would leave a mark.

He couldn't stop himself, the feeling of you squeezing his cock while drinking his blood from his neck was painfully pleasurable. Oh he could do this all day, he couldn't stop making those pitched and loud sounds, he was sure the maids or butlers would've heard it right about now.

Ajax was doing such a good job in hitting all your right spots too, gosh he was good with his fingers playing with your cunt as he rails you roughly that the bed starts moving with him. He talks about how much it angers him seeing you with someone else, how you could've ignored the son's advances on you. Just the mere idea of seeing you with someone else made him go harder on you, practically moaning into his skin as you pulled away, watching how the blood quickly dripped onto the sheets with each and every ram of his hips.

He's starting to wonder what a hybrid vampire would look like. Maybe the hybrid would have your beautiful eyes as well as the same hair color as he does? Perhaps the other way around. Details aside, the main idea of even having one is much more important than what it will look like.

Just him whispering about it has you shivering. Maybe it was a bad idea having this man attached to you in the first place, let alone, think about having a family with him.

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere x reader #yandere smut

[kyufessions]

summer soccer

synopsis: soobin’s friends don’t believe he’s actually dating someone

pairings: non-idol! soobin x soccer player! g.n. reader

genre: fluff !!

word count: 0.8k

warnings: reader is described as being shorter (5’3 specifically) than soobin

a/n: thought of this dynamic as i watched txt content, soobin’s so cute </3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

“i swear they’re real!” soobin defended himself, a shy smile spreading across his lips at the playful teases from his friends.

“you always do this,” taehyun starts after finishing the last bite of his chicken breast. “you say you’re dating someone but then show us a picture of some random idol.”

yeonjun chuckles at soobin’s dramatic gasp, watching the conversation happen around him for a while in amusement. although he’s not saying anything, he agrees with taehyun’s statement. multiple times they’ve all been excited for soobin when he would tell everyone he has a date or started seeing someone- only to be shown a picture of heo youngji followed by a mischievous giggle. but when the new semester started and everyone met back up from after their summer vacations, soobin admitted he started seeing someone.

“youngji is not a random idol, she’s an icon.” he rebuts before quickly moving on. “and i swear i’m not lying this time. i met them over the summer at the on-campus daycare center.”

“are you dating a dilf or something?” beomgyu asks, earning an elbow nudge from yeonjun.

soobin shakes his head, his bottom lip popping out. “no, as i would close up for the day they’d pass by after soccer practice.”

“you struck up the conversation?” hueningkai chuckled, imagining the shy man approaching literally anyone first.

“they’re an athlete?” yeonjun finally chipped in, his eyes widening with curiosity and shock.

soobin’s cheeks reddened as his eyes drifted to the wooden table below him, his dimples popping out more prominently. “they’re one of the top athletes, and not necessarily. they were walking in the rain with nothing but a bag over their head so i walked them to their dorm with my umbrella.”

“gentleman soob.” beomgyu teased, nudging him with a foolish grin. he watched as soobin rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest in embarrassment. “when can we meet them?”

eyes darting to his phone to check the time, he starts stuffing his notebook and pens in his backpack. “i’m supposed to meet them in ten minutes after soccer practice, we can all walk there together?”

-

luckily, todays practice was easier than others. you weren’t sure if it was the cooling weather that made the suicide dribbles easier to accomplish or if it was the adrenaline rush you were getting from seeing soobin today. with the big game coming up and a new school semester, you hadn’t seen soobin within the past week. to say you missed him was an understatement and to finally be able to see him again- to hear his voice right in front of you instead of a phone speaker, is enough adrenaline to fuel a bullfighter.

as the five minute mark hit before practice was over, you spotted your boyfriend from the bleachers waving at you enthusiastically. your friends watched as you returned it, then laughed at you being scolded by the coach for doing so. some people might’ve not known it was their partner waving, or even be too shy to wave back, but you could tell it was him from a thousand miles away.

when practice finished up, you quickly scurried over to your bag and started packing your items as your friends spoke.

“you know, at first i didn’t know what you saw in soobin.” one of your friends commented as she sat down on the bench.

you didn’t give her a glance, just a mere giggle. “why?”

“you guys are just really different.”

“how-“

“the dynamic between you two is very different but it’s cute- you guys mesh well together.” she interrupted as she tied up her changed shoes. “a 5’3 soccer player and a 6’1 education major who seems to be bad at sports.”

you looked at her shocked as you threw your bag over your shoulder, adjusting the straps. “how would you know he’s bad at sports?” you knew he was, but how did she know that?

“i saw you trying to teach him how to dribble one afternoon before practice. told me everything i need to know.”

you just laughed before parting ways, running as fast as you can to the other side of the field where soobin sat in the bleachers. as you approached closer, he and his friends walked down to greet you in the grass- well, soobin ran while the others walked but same thing. the smile never dissipated from either one of your faces, cheeks and ears red from pure joy.

hueningkai leaned up against the metal bars behind him as you both hugged, tsk’ing at the scene out of disbelief. “wow, he wasn’t lying this time.”

“i know,” taehyun replied as he finally made it to the ground. “and the star soccer player too. i’m shocked.”

yeonjun nodded, watching you both talk over each other before started to meet them halfway. “good for him, it’s about time.”

“i can’t believe i’m the only bitchless person left.” beomgyu mumbled, dragging his feet along the field.

#kyufessions txt #txt #soobin #choi soobin #choi soobin fluff #choi soobin drabble #soobin fluff #txt soobin fluff #tomorrow x together soobin #soobin drabbles #soobin x reader

[emmyrosee]

92

48 touching and 48 kissing

akaashi

💖💖🧍‍♀️

HSOSBSOSJSO THE LITERAL LOML-

92 “that SO classified as a date”

48 touching “dancing together”

48 kissing “to stop them from talking”

-

The air smelt sweet of hot chocolate and muffins, and despite the fact that you narrowly missed the rain after completing the project for school, Keiji notices how your eyes seem to yearn for the trickling droplets slipping down the glass and pounding into puddles.

“We can take the pastries back to the dorms,” he says simply, taking a sip of his coffee and observing you. “If you’d like. Starting to come down heavy.”

“I don’t mind the rain,” you confess, your voice in a dreamy lilt. “I think it’s misunderstood.”

He offers you a small laugh and takes a sip of his warm coffee, admiring the way your eyes dance over the slipping of the water. “Never took you to be such an appreciator of the mundane.” Your cheeks heat up and you snap back to him, slightly embarrassed, only to look even more shy as he laughs adoringly at you once more, “I like it. We need more admiration for the simple.”

“Are you?”

“I like to think so,” he confesses, breaking off a piece of the chocolate chip cookie between you. “I like the little things, far more than focusing on the extravagant. It makes life slow down for a bit.”

You giggle, “relax, Socrates. It’s rain.”

“You started it.” He picks up a sugar packet and throws it at you childishly, snickering to himself as you swat it away. “Though I’m not big on rain.”

“You’re not?” You ask incredulously. He shakes his head, and your jaw slacks slightly. “I took you for the type to love it! It’s always such perfect weather for everything; drawing, snuggling, cleaning, it’s so relaxing.”

Snuggling? He makes a mental note of the way the word floats casually past your lips, and he shrugs with another sip, “I mean, I’m not the type of guy to go dance in the rain, but I guess I’m not opposed to those-“

“You don’t want to dance in the rain?!”

The sheer volume of your outrage has other patrons of the cafe turning towards you; he snorts as you shy away with embarrassment, nudging you softly under the table with his foot. “It certainly isn’t my first choice when it comes to… rain activities. It’s a cliche I never got behind in media, even if it’s cute on the big screen, I never saw it as a particular moment of to prompt falling in love.”

“Excuse you- it’s a phenomenal trope,” you defend, stealing a bite of the cookie. “You’ve just never had a dance-in-the-rain-date, you monster.”

He snorts and moves his hand to cover his nose at the noise, laughter from your booth once again causing some other people to turn towards you. “I’m not a monster, you diva. And I hardly classify dancing in the rain as a date.”

“That SO classifies as a date!” You laugh, picking up the sugar packet and throwing it back at him. “You just have no tastes.”

“Okay, well I’ll just go kick rocks,” he says dramatically, smiling as you titter, and he finishes his coffee. “Eat the cookie we bought, I can’t eat the whole thing.”

And so, you do. You share the last bit of cookie together, and, with an appreciative ‘thank you,’ to anyone in the cafe who would listen, you two pack up and quickly try to shuffle back to the dorms, cowering under Keiji’s umbrella in an attempt to stay dry from the chilly rain. It’s coming down quickly, pittering over the concrete, and while Keiji tries to make a hustle to the warmth of your dorms, he watches, confused, as you pause and stand in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Are you crazy? It’s too cold, get back here.”

“Dance with me.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” you hum, smiling as the rain starts to flatten your hair to your head. You quickly toss your backpack under a bench nearby to try and keep it from the elements. “Come here.”

Conflicted, he looks around for anyone who may be witnessing, and when he sees no one, he sighs as he succumbs to that look in your eye. You beam as he tosses his backpack under the bench, followed by his soaking umbrella, and he shivers. “I’m cold.”

“I’ll keep this quick, I promise.”

With that, one of your arms loop around his neck, a hand gently resting in his as he takes his form with you, a hand resting respectfully on your back. You smile up at him as you allow yourself to sway, “you know what you’re doing?”

“Probably more than you,” he teases, and you raise your brow playfully.

“We’ll see about that.”

Despite the challenge in your voices, you sway with him easily, following his steps with grace from his lead. He’s a strong dancer, the guidance over the pavement he brings you over almost has you floating, and it feels surreal to do this with someone you call a classmate, a friend, someone you’ve kept an eye and hope out for years to call him yours.

It feels right, he looks beautiful as his confidence glides you both in the trancelike dancing; his hair flattened to his forehead while a cherishing smile rests on his cheeks.

“You ready?” He asks suddenly, and you tip your head on confusion.

“Ready for what?”

“This-“ with that, he extends your arm and sends you out into a spin, laughing as you squeal in surprise and come twisting back into his hold, batting at his chest playfully.

Now, your bodies have shifted.

Both of your arms are looped around his neck, his hands slowly slipping to rest on the base of your spine, thumbs stroking lovingly over the dips of your back. Your head rests comfortably against the dip in his sternum, where his heart beats happily, and you close your eyes restfully.

It’s exhilarating how your bodies rest together, like a puzzle that was desperate to be completed and missing a crucial piece- when you found each other in your embrace, it all came together to a beautiful art.

“This is nice,” he confesses, and you chuckle and nod against his chest. “But I am freezing.”

“I know,” you say sweetly. You angle your head up at him, “I just wanted to prove my point to you.”

He rests his chin on the top of your head, “point proven. I see why you could enjoy this.”

You do enjoy it. With every fiber of your being, you’re enjoying it, it feels good, it feels right with him, and despite the way your heart flutters and your soul feels at ease, your mouth has thoughts that demand to be said, even as you try to keep them in.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You pant, blinking the drops of rain from your eyes as you peer up at him. He nods, licking his lips free from his own set of rain drops. “I… I really, really wanted to do this with you because it’s been a dream of mine to, and I’ve just… I’ve wanted you for so long that this was my way of kind of gauging how you’d feel about me in return and being here with you is making me so nervous and happy and I genuinely hope that you-“

You’re cut off by pouted, soft lips that dip down to yours, the movements gentle and inviting and exactly as you imagined how Akaashi Keiji would kiss.

Calm, swift, and loving.

He tastes like mocha and whipped cream, and kissing him is how only how poets could describe, soothing and exciting, and it sets of fireworks and queues the rollercoaster in your soul; it’s fufilling and comforting and you could do it forever if he’d bless you with the chance.

You’re breathless when he finally pulls back, blue pools gazing back down at you with amazement dancing in them.

“I know,” he whispers quietly. You giggle and lean forwards, chasing his lips in another adoring peck.

“Told you it counts as a date.”

“Yes.” He leans down to nudge your nose with his own. “I suppose it’s also a time that prompts falling in love.”

“You gonna fall in love with me?” You tease, albeit the tone in your voice hopeful.

He smiles before leaning down to capture your lips in another swift kiss, letting himself lead once again against you, and you sigh happily.

“I was already there.”

#okay #this will probably only get a few notes #but I absolutely adore this piece and I hope you do as well #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji fluff #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x reader fluff #akaashi keiji x gn!reader #akaashi keiji imagine #akaashi keiji haikyuu #akaashi #akaashi fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi x reader fluff #akaashi x gn!reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

darlin’ has dyed their hair every color and will ask sam to help them cover their roots when they need a touch up

once darlin’ accidentally got bleach on sam’s favorite flannel and they were so sorry about it they literally kept apologizing

“darlin’ it’s really fine, i have another—”

“SAM I AM SO SORRY”

darlin’ may or may not have cried over ruining his flannel, they were upset with themselves

sam had to pull out a flannel that was literally the exact same to calm them down

sam loves how warm darlin’ is all the time

darlin’ will sometimes shift into wolf form and lay in front of an open window so the sun makes their fur all warm and then they will walk over to sam and let him cuddle them

sam loves those cuddles cause darlin’ is all warm

sam mentioned his favorite drink once and now darlin’ keeps the house stocked with said drink always

darlin’ when in wolf form around sam will absolutely wag their tail shamelessly

sam also pets darlin’ like how dad’s pet big dogs, they more pat them then pet

darlin’ loves it

once in a while sam will gently pet darlin’s face, in and out of wolf form

darlin’ loves buying those little blind bag minis, especially the keychain ones

definitely has a collect of blind bag keychains

also they always seem to pull the one that they wanted, like darlin has extremely good luck with them for some reason? it baffles sam to say the least

sam has taken darlin’ on one of his drives and darlin’ will stick their head out the window the whole time

darlin’ sleeps with their childhood stuffed animal still (it’s a lamb that they named lambie)

“can lambie sleep on the bedside table tonight so i can hold you properly?”

“no you can hold me properly while i hold them”

sam gets use to it

one night darlin’ started leaving lambie on the bedside table and never looked back

“no lambie tonight?”

“i feel safe without them, you make me feel safe”

darlin’ delivered some of the most emotional words then promptly passed out

sam damn well near cried at them

sam showed darlin some country music and their favorite song ended up being ‘forever and for always’ by shania twain

darlin’ once came home soaked from the rain cause they refused to bring an umbrella even after sam told them it was going to rain

whole place smelled like wet dog for a week

if sam ever bit darlin’ i feel like they would bite him back and sam would be all like ????

sam loves when darlin’ accidentally falls asleep on him and it happens a lot

darlin’ can and will fall asleep anywhere

but be warned darlin’ is always chasing something in their sleep which leads to kicking

darlin’ will abuse sam’s healing magic

“sammm i jammed my finger!”

“i assume you want me to kiss it better?”

“mhm”

sam will wrap his hand around the jammed finger to heal it and then kiss it before letting go

darlin’ calls them his magic kisses

i don’t really see darlin’ as a tough scar covered person, i think they’re just a regular looking person who needed time to open up

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

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[andr0medafallen]

Jogan Fruit

A/N: The first smut piece I ever wrote, heavily revised by yours truly.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: porn with plot, oral (female receiving), somewhat irresponsible drinking, drinking games, inappropriate use of the word "crime syndicate" (not sexual, just stupid), biting, dubious consent (somewhat drunk sex, consented to by both parties)

Description: You live your life by the book. Rules are good. Rules like don't have sex with your Commander. A friend's meddling seeks to change that.

Word Count: 3.5k

“We should play a drinking game,” Corr suggested as you waved down the bartender for another round of jet juice. She did this, without fail, every fucking time you agreed to go drinking with her. It’s no one’s fault but your own, though, for continuously befriending adrenaline junky pilots who are more afraid of boredom than alcohol poisoning or embarrassment.

“What are you, five?” You, personally, are afraid of plenty of things other than boredom. And Corrinth’s god-awful drinking games are pretty high up on that list.

“I’m sorry, since when do five year olds play drinking games?” Corr argued, not even giving you her full attention as she sent a wink in the direction of the server setting down your cocktails.

“I bet they do in Mos Espa,” You mumbled, taking a sip from the sugary blue drink which Corr had ordered for you. Corr always ordered all around the spectrum of the rainbow of alcohol, especially when it contained a tiny paradisiacal umbrella in the sea of artificial sweetener. You certainly couldn’t complain, though, especially when it meant that Corr was paying. Spending credits on your behalf seemed to be the only fail-proof way to get you to go out the night before a big mission, and she knew it. Somehow her judgements about how you worked too hard never seemed to convince you to follow in the footsteps of her spontaneous lifestyle, but you loved to see her wasting money, so here you were. 

“Well that felt targeted with a touch of classism.” You sighed at her antics. Why you would ever choose to befriend the only person from Tattoine who actually likes the planet is beyond you. What kind of a masochist do you have to be to genuinely like Tattoine?

“It’s a crime syndicate.” You defended your honor against her attacks, but you knew that she wouldn’t let the argument go until you decided to play a drinking game, of all things. Like a seventeen year old rich kid in Canto Bight whose parents are on vacation and has the house to themselves for the weekend. And to be clear, you don’t mean that endearingly. You mean it in the sort of way that implies that you definitely don’t want to play a drinking game and hate rich kids and Canto Bight.

“It’s like, not even that much of a crime syndicate,” Corr disputed, plucking the sugary preserved jogan fruit off of her drink and popping it into her mouth. You could practically taste the over-sweet syrup, just by looking at it. 

“That doesn’t even make sense, how can something be ‘not that much of a crime syndicate’? It is or it isn’t!”

“Okay, well how can a whole city be a crime syndicate, that’s not how that works,” Corr complained.

“Oh, fuck me, it’s literally run by a crime syndicate, it might as well be.”

“The Hutts don’t even run it any more sooo… you're wrong, I’m right, let's play a drinking game,” She grabbed her drink and started chugging as if planning to throw back a shot in vindication, but for lack of any near, she settled for the next best thing.

“Kriff!” You snatched the drink out of her hand before she could get herself beyond the point that would ensure that you would have to spend the end of the night holding her hair back for her. “Okay, I’ll play your stupid drinking game.”

“Yes! Truth or extreme truth,” she decided, rather quickly.

“Please, for the love of all things holy, do not make me play that,” you backtracked. Why did you ever agree to play her games again? Stars, caring about people is way overrated.

You know, caring about people. Like how you care about Corrinth, even though she is positively insufferable whenever given the option. Or Commander Poe Dameron, who for some reason is walking to your table with that intoxicating confidence that you wish wasn’t deserved. Commander Poe Dameron who you should not at all care about, or who you should at least care about in a normal, professional manner, if at all. Not that many resistance fighters followed that rule, but you liked rules. Rules such as not caring about your Commander. The kind of rules that protected you, even if they did lead to your flood of anxiety at the mere idea of drinking with the man.

“Play what?” He asked, leaning against the dingy bar table that you were sitting at. You’d seen him coming, but you still nearly jumped out of your skin when he spoke, dulcet tones voiced right into your ear, a symphony accompanied by the silent echo of his warm breath across your skin. He was wearing his off-duty clothes, linen shirt hugging his biceps, and I’m sure you can use your own imagination about the way his slacks hugged his hips. And the crisp scent that must have been pressed to his pulse point only seemed to set you on edge.

“We’re gonna play truth or extreme truth,” Corr excitedly told him, tossing him one of her winning grins. No one could ever kriffing say no to it. Hell, you could never say no to it.

You crashed your head into your arms on the table in an exaggerated display of annoyance.

“Come off it, Corrinth!” You growled, head raising by the neck just to emphasize your irritation; your desperation to not play this game, especially with Poe.

“Wait wait wait wait–” Poe gestured wildly with the bottle of ambrostine he must have picked up at the bar, as if to signal a pause on the conversation. You guessed that his interruption meant that you hadn’t sufficiently convinced either of them to drop the subject. “What is truth or extreme truth?”

Corr smirked, as if she had been waiting for this question since Dameron stepped foot in your vicinity. Or very possibly since she had planned this kriffing “girls night”. Why Corrinth finds it so absolutely necessary to intervene in your love life when she’s got absolutely no need to live vicariously through anyone is beyond you. She’s got a lovely and fulfilling relationship and she’s got plenty of game, but she only ever seems to be interested in getting you to unearth your secret crush.

It didn’t help that Dameron had to create the perfect setup for Corr to open her mouth and reply, “Fuck around and find out.”

This was problematic for a few reasons. 1, Corr had practically issued him a challenge in bright fucking obvious neon lights to choose extreme truth. And 2, While Poe is not the reckless flyboy that many people seem to think he is, the likelihood that he would turn down this challenge was low. Oh, and there is the fact that extreme truth is just an explicitly sexual truth, and the whole game is honestly just a remarkably uncreative spin on truth or dare, so there’s that too. Needless to say, you were not happy.

The grin which Poe returned shot off so many alarm bells in your head that you thought you might explode. Your eyes met over the table as you stared at him, but you quickly turned away, taking a drink of your ‘Jogan Jumper’. 

“Oh, yay!” Corr turned towards you. “You should go first cause you invented it.” Wow. That was definitely a piece of information that your outranking officer and crush did not need to know. You should have just taught her truth or drink. So much for trying to get out of dares.

You rolled your eyes before bringing your gaze up to Corr. “Corrinth,” You gritted out. “Truth or extreme truth.”

“What?” She chided, playing dumb. “Don’t be rude, it’s Commander Dameron’s first time playing!”

Fuming, you turned to Poe, who looked a little confused but good-spirited. “Truth or extreme truth, Dameron?” You asked, voice dripping with a complete lack of enthusiasm.

He smiled, glancing at Corr who gave him the most mischievous look of encouragement that you have ever seen in your life.

“Extreme truth,” He decided. Wow. What a fucking surprise.  While the rules of the game entitled you to cursing any possibility of friendship with your Commander by asking him a question straight from a holovid title, you deigned instead to turn to Corr and glare at her silently, lips pursed.

“Oh, I have a good one!” She chimed in, twirling a strand of bright blue hair around her finger.

“Let’s hear it,” Poe chuckled. Curse him, for being the type of man who didn’t become a modicum less attractive when intoxicated and covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was pure evil, the way his skin glistened, every curve of his beautiful face emphasized in an unfairly beautiful way.

“Out of all of the people in the room,” she smiled at him, “Who would you most like to fuck?”

His eyes flicked to yours momentarily, before fixing on his drink. Looking back up at Corr with a furrowed brow, he asked, “That’s what extreme truth is? It’s just a truth about sex?” He seemed flustered, his tan cheeks covered in a smattering of pink. You were surprised, if anything. He never seemed like the type to get shy about this sort of thing. Embarrassment seemed to be more your cup of tea, but you supposed that even you were wrong every once in a while.

“He doesn’t have to answer it,” You muttered. You nodded your head at his drink. “Just take a swig.”

“Yeah, you could chicken out,” Corr agreed, before turning to you. “He’s probably just scared that we’ll find out he wants to fuck Borsk the fish boy.”

You folded your arms over your chest, giving Corr your best ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look. “Corr, be nice, Borsk isn’t that bad.”

“Uh, yeah, I think that not that bad constitutes not having sex with fish, but whatever gets you going, I mean, I’m not one to judge.”

Before you could argue that that was just a mean-hearted rumor, Poe interjected, “No, yeah, nothing against Borsk, but I’d fuck Black 3.” He said it quickly, rushing through his words as if his mouth was running a marathon. He didn’t stumble over a single syllable, though; it was as if the words lived on his tongue. As if they belonged there. Your eyes widened. The breath caught in your throat. That was you. That was your callsign, there is no one he could possibly be talking about other than you.

At that earthbending revelation, Corr decided it was a good time to pull out her com, screen completely blank. 

“Oh shit, it’s Eida.” It wasn’t even a good lie. You could clearly see the black screen of the communicator. Poking it to mimic answering couldn’t change the fact that it hadn’t beeped and no one had called her. “Hey babe, everything okay? Oh stars, that’s crazy.” You cringed. If Corr was going to be such a compulsive liar, she should probably take an acting class sometime. She took the comm away from her ear and poked it again, as if it had done anything the first time. “Girlfriend’s in trouble. You know how it is.”

Poe actually managed to seem genuinely concerned. It was honestly kind of endearing how he actually believed her obvious lie. “Everything okay?”

“Her comm is off and her girlfriend is in the engineering bay patching droids. Everything’s fine,” you seethed as Corr cheerfully skipped out of the crowded bar. To his credit, Poe did not seem put off by your rude demeanor. Honestly, you didn’t know what it meant for his mental health that he wasn’t.

Still, when Poe looked at you with those warm brown eyes that held so much more than you were ready for, you couldn’t help yourself. In one of the most impulsive moments of your life, you grabbed his wrist, the way you might to save someone from falling off a cliff; Like you were afraid to let go. Your lips met the same way; tongues intertwined, starved for something not quite comprehensible, but now that you’d found it you wouldn’t give it up for the world. Your hands were grabbing at each other both delicately and desperately.

Maybe you were making an awful mistake. Maybe you were about to do something that you would regret tenfold in the morning. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care, not when his warm hands were on you and you couldn’t even begin to comprehend a world in which this wasn’t a good idea.

When your lips parted (a miserable moment, softened only by the quiet peace of the way your breaths intertwined), Poe grabbed what was left of his liquid courage and gulped it down quickly, as if it was the only thing in the way of him and you. His eyes met yours as he licked the sweet syrup off of his lips and set the glass down with a quiet thunk. There was a certain amount of finality in the noise, like a decision made for the both of you.

He grabbed your wrist in the same desperate way that you had only moments ago. Sweet eagerness and a darker need were palpable in the air as you nearly jogged to keep up with Poe’s quick strides. You didn’t know where you were going, mind fuzzy in a cocktail of excitement and nerves. It finally clicked when Poe pulled out his keycard and fumbled to get the door to his quarters open. 

Your heart skipped a beat; your stomach was butterflies. When he finally jammed the card into its keyhole to a green light and cheery ‘beep’, you wanted so desperately to be able to take in your surroundings. You were expecting janitorial closet, and instead got a peephole into Poe’s own heart. He slept here; this is where he came home to after hard missions, where he hung posters for the shitty bands he listened to. And this is where he decided to take you.

Still, with the warmth of Poe’s body pressed against you, there was nothing you could possibly focus on other than the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands on your waist.

Your head fell back against the wall as Poe’s soft lips sucked at the junction between your neck and shoulder. There was no restraint, you could practically picture the bruises that would bloom shades of purple in the morning. Somehow the idea didn’t make you even remotely anxious. All you could think about was this man, who found it so easy to let go of safety in the face of his desperation for you.

When a whimper escaped your lips, Poe’s head buried itself into the crook of your neck, the rough fabric of his rec clothing grinding against your hips. You delicately slid your hand between your bodies, pressing against where he needed you most—against what you needed most.

The moan which he rewarded you with was utterly sinful, but it soon warped into a groan of aggravation. “No, wait wait wait.” he seemed almost panicked, but in a relaxed way; as if those two feelings didn’t directly contradict each other. You immediately backed away, confused, your mind doing laps around itself from the aftershocks of anticipation and the current worry of rejection.

Dameron was quick to reassure you, though. Not in words, but in the way his hands grabbed your waist. In the way he guided you to his bed. In the way he gently pushed you back until you were displayed underneath him. His eyes didn’t devour you, but gazed at you like you were a beautiful painting that he wanted to sear into the back of his brain, so that he could see it every time he closed his eyes. It was far too intimate for the one night stand you were well on your way to, but you couldn’t help but crave that sort of affection.

“This okay?” He asked, hands moving to his belt buckle.

“Could be a little faster.” You had meant it as a tease, but it came out breathy and hoarse; a beg for him to give you what he knew you so badly needed.

He smirked down at you and slowed the pace with which his deft hands worked at his belt, teasing you. His goal was quickly forgotten, though, when he heard the whine that had pushed through your lips. It was almost immediate, him kneeling on the bed, just to be closer to you; the way he dragged your trousers over your hips and down your legs as if drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. 

If you’d been planning on fucking Poe fucking Dameron tonight, you would have worn nicer underwear. Poe didn’t seem to care, though. He licked a stripe over your clothed clit, and your hands flew to his curls. To pull him closer or to push him away, you still hadn’t decided. His beautiful brown eyes looked up at you from between your thighs, dark with lust. Surging up, he attached his lips to yours, warm hands pawing his hands at the hem of your shirt. You melted into him. There is no better way to explain it. Your bodies intertwined, your lips on his, your hands cupping his cheeks. Your bodies only separated momentarily for Poe to drag your shirt above your head before immediately reconnecting. His hands were everywhere, as if he couldn’t possibly get enough. Calloused fingertips touching the soft skin of your breast and providing the delicious scrape of skin to skin that you craved.

It took only moments for you to turn the tables on Poe, using all of your strength against him as you flipped yourself on top, grinding onto his lap. He gasped into your mouth, hands fisting into the crisp white sheets beneath him. Your hips pressed against his, your hands working at his buttons while your lips explored his body. Your hands couldn’t seem to meet the pace of your thoughts, though, and when they couldn’t figure out the closures on his shirt, the only plausible option in your pleasure-drunk head was to tear the shirt at its seams and throw it across the room. 

Poe chuckled at you. “Eager?” It didn’t take more than an extra hard grind of your hips to shut him up, leaving him speechless and gasping for air. He gasped, head rolling back and hitting the wall behind him with a thunk. “You–You gotta stop doing that sweetheart. You’ll make me come before I even take my dick out.”

You slowed the grind of your hips in response, attaching your mouth to one of his nipples in answer. He let you do so for a moment before grabbing your thighs and dragging you down the bed while flipping you under him. You groaned at the loss of control, but your eyes widened with lust as he dragged down your underwear, the last remaining sliver of clothing which had remained on your body.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he attached his mouth to your clit, big brown eyes staring up at you as he sucked and licked at your core. He probed two thick fingers at your entrance as if testing the waters, and when met with absolutely no resistance, started slowly pumping them in and out of you. 

Poe’s ministrations were persistent, and your moans only seemed to be growing louder. You wondered if his neighbors could hear you, and the thought brought a rush of adrenaline through you.

As you grew closer to your climax, Poe’s name became a chant on your lips, accompanied by the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out, in and out. If his neighbors weren’t sure of what the two of you were up to before, they would probably be clued in by this point.

He removed his mouth from your clit, a line of saliva connecting his mouth to your core as he instructed, “I want you to come on my mouth, okay baby?” It was hard to focus on his words when all you could feel was the ache of his fingers inside you and the loss of his mouth on you. It was all you could do to nod in affirmation as you gazed into his eyes.

“Say it,” he prompted, slowing his pumping fingers.

“Yes. Yes Poe, I’ll–Just put your mouth back on me, I’ll come, just–” He cut you off by reattaching his mouth and speeding his teasing fingers. It wasn’t very long after that before your stomach tightened and your pussy began to clench around him, hips grinding onto his face as your orgasm tore through you, eyes rolling back, even as Poe’s tongue persisted. There was a cascade of fireworks clouding your vision as your body spasmed from pleasure.

When you finally relaxed into the mattress and Poe removed himself from your core, it was only mere moments before you felt Poe’s lips on yours, tasting yourself on his tongue, plus the sweet remnants of the Jogan Fruit.

When he removed his lips from yours, you opened your eyes to find him grinning down at you.

“You up for round two?”

#Poe Dameron smut #Poe Dameron x reader #oscar isaac smut #Star Wars fanfic #reader insert #honestly not my best work idk why people seem to like this one

[chameleon221b]

*WARNING: LONG RANT ABOUT SHERLOCK

Let’s talk TGG, like… imagine you’re John. You’re an exhausted army doctor who’s been treating probably the flu all day, and you bike home or take a cab. You’re ready to eat and maybe watch some telly and crash into bed.

But no. You get home, and there are fricken gunshots ringing out. Oh my God! Is your flatmate in danger? Is he shooting someone? Yes. He is… but not someone. A wall. He’s shooting a wall which for someone reason had it coming. You’re glad Sherlock doesn’t fight to give you the gun. Maybe it’ll look up from here. Ya lock the British Army Browning L9A1 in the safe, and you realize for the millionth time that your flatmate is mad but you’ve kinda ceased to care.

Then woah! The table is a mess. You’re not cleaning that up. You’ll eat in the armchair. But eat what? That is the question. Sherlock probably didn’t cook or get takeout or shop, or even eat, but you ask him anyway. It’s a kinda rhetorical question.

Without a suspicion you open the fridge and WHAT IN THE GILES?!

You shut it quickly. You might faint. Is it PTSD? A hallucination? Real? You summon courage and yank the door open, and yes, it’s a real head. You shut the door like you’re dreaming. Like what did I just see? You forgot you’re even hungry. Sherlock acts like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do! Then you remember he’s mad and you’re kinda over it. It is what it is. You’re tired.

Then you get a rant from Sherlock who’s acting like a five-year-old because you stated literal facts, how he’s ignorant about stuff he doesn’t care about which he proves in said rant. You wrote about your first case, and the only thing he can’t argue with is the clever title.

That’s it. You’re done for tonight. Fudge it. And Sherlock even has the audacity to ask where you’re going like… You’re not even gonna explain now. The emotional intelligence translator needs a vacation.

And… woah. John didn’t even eat anymore. Imagine being him. I cannot further to can 🤦🏼‍♀️ 😂 Dude just wanted to get home and eat and then sleep. But there were gunshots, chemicals, severed heads, and a mad 5-year-old who’s insulted for an inane reason. Being Sherlock’s flatmate is hard 🤌🏻

Extra details:

That yellow spray paint can on the table from the Blind Banker is there too (and an paper file container tied with a string probably full of old case notes). Imagine in his boredom Sherlock was like, “Let’s paint a smiley face so it can annoy me because I don’t have a case”, which is probably why the wall had it coming 😂 Don’t smile at Sherlock Holmes when he’s bored, even if you’re just a bloody wall!! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ooh, and before Sherlock mentions the Vermeer painting in the middle of the episode, you can see him reading the pamphlet about The Lost Vermeer while he’s arguing with John. Just thought it was a cool detail.

And set analysis:

And this ⬇️

Like… that table looks sus. There’s a weird yellow liquid. A bread from a bakery, the purple thing. Experiment? Or quick bite to eat while you handling literal chemicals? And then there’s a book… probably with obscure knowledge on the 100,027 different types of mold. And what is leaning against the window?

1. Big ass beaker.

2. Another beaker that contains with an umbrella and/or an old spraying device.

3. A fricken dead plant in a small clay vase in a bigger clay vase. 

4. A big weird red cup.

And

5. I think I found where the rum’s gone because what else could that bottle be other than a vintage bottle of rum with a dusty wax covering?

The set is cozy but also fricken eccentric 🤣 I can’t. It’s like Sherlock hoards random objects and/or souvenirs that only he knows why he keeps.

That’s it. That’s the rant. I’m done. I’ll eat pasta now and think about how John said, “Anything in? I’m starving.” followed by “severed head!” and Sherlock just replied, “Just tea for me thanks.” Like, “No bloody severed head for dinner, just tea.” 😁🥸😐

#bbc sherlock #sherlock #i am sherlocked #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes #sherlocked #sherlock fandom #wtf lmao #seriously wtf #literally wtf #wtf

[sass-squat]

I love your wing au so much!!! I like to imagine Wind, Four and the other smaller members of the chain like to huddle under the wings of the bigger boys for warmth and comfort.

Do you have any other headcanons of the boys in your wing au to share?

AHHHH!!! Thank you!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far!!! But oh my god yes!!! They for sure cuddle and huddle under the bigger boys wings all the time! Some more willingly than others tho lol  😂

But of course! I ALWAYS have more headcanons to share I'm so glad that you asked!

Linked Universe Winged Au Headcanons:

Time - I briefly went over this in the Preening post I made a little while back, but Time is oftentimes kind of the "safety net" for the other boys. Whether it's helping them hide from the wrath of the other members of the group or simply staying awake through the night to make sure they rest, Time is always there to support and catch his boys whenever and however they need him. However, he very rarely is the one to initiate physical contact and prefers to simply wait for the others to come to him. This is because he can have a tendency to be a bit overbearing and overprotective, and after the incident with Wind, he's had to learn to step back a little and trust that his boys will come to him when they need him. Because of this, he only initiates contact when he deems it absolutely necessary. He's also got the biggest wings in the group by far which makes him perfect for cuddles and an excellent shield from the rest of the world for those hidden beneath them.

I also headcanon that he secretly really hates the rain. He may have the Song of Storms at his beck and call, but it turns out that giant, soggy wings combined with heavy armor isn't very pleasant to try to travel, fly, or fight with. However, despite his own general dislike of the rain, he does not hesitate to sacrifice himself and his wings to be an umbrella of sorts for others in the group, especially the younger ones.

He's also VERY good at climbing trees. The guy grew up in a magic forest with a giant tree for a dad of COURSE he's good at climbing trees. The first time he beat Wild in a race left the rest of the group in complete and utter awe. He may be the oldest of the Links, but he's still got plenty of tricks up his sleeves.

Twilight - Twilight is the ultimate big brother and no you cannot change my mind. However, this means that he does have the big brother tendency to give noogies whenever he hugs people and overall just abuses his larger size to flop all over the others. Basically imagine that scene with Nani in Lilo & Stitch where she falls on top of Lilo claiming that gravity was increasing on her. That scene combined with the energy from large dogs who are convinced that they are actually lap dogs. That's Twilight. He's got a lot of love to give and often makes great efforts to ensure that everyone gets it regardless of their protests or if they actually want it at the moment. However, even though he does tend to show his affection in sometimes sillier ways, he can be very serious and will not hesitate to either push the others out of harms way or literally pull them closer under his wings when needed. In other words, while he's a bit of an overgrown puppy at times, he's also got a powerful bite to match his bark.

As for random headcanons, I headcanon that whenever Twilight gets wet he has a subconscious tendency to shake out his hair and/or wings like a dog. Gone for a swim? Shake. Coming inside to get out of the rain? Shake. Someone threw a bucket of water at him? Shake. While overall a harmless quirk, it has resulted in a lot of laughing (Wild) and cursing (Legend) from the others. He always tries to claim that he does it because he's just trying to get an early start on preening and drying off (no one believes him).

Sky - Sky is an absolute MASTER when it comes to cuddling. No one can resist his charm and those that try often find themselves gently persuaded under his wings regardless. He's got very large, fluffy wings that make cuddling ideal and has a tendency to "scoop" the others under his wings. He also has a habit of treating everyone who comes to him as his, "baby birds" regardless of their age or size. While it is very cute to see younger members like Wind or Hyrule tucked under his wings, it does make for a very funny sight when he does it to Time or Warriors. On top of that, Sky is also well known for his "magic wings" that can make anyone fall asleep when huddled beneath them.

A silly little headcanon I have about Sky is that he oftentimes "fluffs up" whenever he wakes up or falls asleep. It usually makes his hair, wings, and overall appearance appear very disheveled and the others like to tease him for it, especially since he's one of the main Links who insists on preening the others.

He also really likes fish. No other explanation for it other than he never had the chance to try it before leaving Skyloft and is equally fascinated and horrified by all the different varieties.

Warriors - I headcanon that he's not actually a huge cuddler the majority of the time! However, he does secretly love it whenever Time silently pulls him under his wings. This is because I believe Warriors generally has a hard time asking for help due to his history as a military leader where any sign of weakness can risk causing doubt or disloyalty within troops. On top of that, he also has the, "I'm the hero" complex which means that he generally prefers to help and comfort others rather than ask for help or comfort in return. Because of this, he loves it when the others (especially Wind) come to him and tuck themselves into his side because he gets to feel needed while still secretly finding and receiving comfort in return. The rest of the group know this, so they often purposefully position themselves near him to subtly help him whenever they can tell he's especially stressed or upset.

I headcanon that Warriors is actually an excellent musician, especially when it comes to the violin. Everyone always talks about how Legend is an excellent musician, but I feel like no one considers the possibility of other members of the group also having musical talents. Also he's a momma's boy. You take one look at that man and tell me you DON'T think he was a momma's boy. In this essay I will-

Legend - Legend is a prickly little shit when it comes to cuddling. He generally pretends that he doesn't like it when in reality his inner child is SCREAMING for someone to look after him for a change. However, instead of confronting those emotions like a mature individual he usually chooses to project them onto the younger members of the group instead. He's been nicknamed the "broody hen" of the group for this behavior as it often results in him being especially prickly and almost possessive of the others, especially Hyrule and Wind. However, when he IS forcibly pulled under wing he has a tendency to essentially "burrow" like a rabbit into the other persons side. He does in fact, hate that he does this as it reminds him of his "cowardly bunny heart" but the others all secretly find it adorable.

Legend's handwriting is HORRIBLE. He may be able to SPEAK several languages, but writing them is a whole other story. I also headcanon that this is due in part to him developing some sort of hand tremor that started when he and his ship got blasted with lightning in Links Awakening. He's trained himself to not let it affect his fighting skills, but writing is ROUGH.

Hyrule - Hyrule absolutely soaks up physical affection like a sponge. He's basically been alone his entire life and has had countless monsters chasing him for his blood for the majority of his life let him have his rest and hugs. Because of this, he absolutely adores cuddling and being cuddled in return! However, even though he loves it when others comfort and preen him, he finds it a bit frustrating that the others don't often come to him for comfort in return. He knows that they (usually) won't hesitate to come to him whenever they need his magic for physical healing, but it does hurt his feelings a bit that they don't often come to him for emotional healing. He's a bit like Wind in that regard where he wishes that they would trust him more.

As for silly headcanons, I'm a firm believer that Hyrule would eat sidewalk chalk if given the opportunity. I can't exactly explain why, but I feel like he would because he believes that sidewalk chalk and Smarties taste the same.

Wild - Wild is a bit of a complicated case in the way that he will gratefully accept any and all hugs and cuddles, but rarely asks for them. Listen, the guy may be able to speak after losing all his memories but some more personal things like asking for help are still a work in progress. Because of this, he loves it when other people are able to read him and determine his needs simply from what they see. However, because he loves this so much he will sometimes purposefully act out or behave in such a way that he knows will get the others to fuss over him rather than simply ask for cuddles. This is usually expressed in his preening habits or his general rough housing and teasing with the other members of the group.

I headcanon that he occasionally dreams of his past life before the Calamity. He very rarely actually remembers what it is his brain was trying to show him, so it often leaves him more upset than before he went to sleep because he feels like a failure for, "forgetting them twice."

On a less angstier note, I also headcanon that he would be stupidly good at Legos. Like, you know those kids that would build everything EXCEPT what they were "supposed" to build with the sets they received? That's exactly how Wild would be.

Four - Four is NOT a big fan of physical affection despite the others many attempts. He's a very independent person and often feels overwhelmed or claustrophobic when the others try to pull him in too close. The rest of the group have found that the best way to show physical affection towards him is through pats on the back/shoulders and hair ruffles rather than the usual flurry of feathers and hands. However, Four does love cuddling when he's split into well...Four individuals. He's much more comfortable cuddling with his other counterparts (and shadow) so it's a big adjustment getting used to the rest of the group all also trying to get close. He is getting better though! Right now his favorites are Time and Warriors because they keep to themselves and don't ask any hard questions.

I headcanon that Four is just perpetually cold. This guy does NOT handle the cold well and always has frozen toes and hands. The others complain about this often because he likes to touch them with his frozen limbs. Time is the most frequent victim of this.

Wind - This guy LOVES any and all kinds of physical affection EXCEPT for preening. He finds a lot of comfort in others tucking him under their wings and looking out for him, but hates it when others underestimate or try to coddle him because of it. He also finds a lot of joy in being a source of comfort for the others because he loves feeling needed and getting opportunities to be a "big" brother makes him feel like a real hero. As a warning though, he does have a tendency to tackle his victims he wants to cuddle with and even occasionally succeeds in full on knocking them over. He also kicks in his sleep. Sky discovered this the hard way.

As for other headcanons, I saw someone who reblogged one of my polls said that he puffs his feathers up a lot to appear bigger or more intimidating because he's seen it work with Time and Twilight. So yes, he does do this it's canon now but it's not very effective.

I also headcanon that Wind tends to flap his wings repeatedly whenever he gets really excited! It is very cute but there have also been many causalities as a result of this.

Bonus:

Ravio - He LOVES physical affection and has quite literally broken down Legend's house and emotional walls. He also frequently mimics sounds and voices and yes he does use this to bother Legend. Legend no longer trusts the sound of knocking because he assumes it's just Ravio messing with him. The tax collectors trying to contact him were not amused.

#winged au #LUWAU #Linked Universe: Winged AU #linkeduniverse #linked universe #legend of zelda #loz #loz link #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu warriors #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu four #lu wind #lu ravio #DEAR. GOD. #THIS WAS MUCH LONGER THAN I INTENDED #I swear I saw your ask yesterday it just took me an eternity to type this monstrosity #listen I'm just very passionate about my boys and birds #This isn't even half of what I could talk about jesus christ #Anyways #Thank you again for your questions friend!!! :D #I hope you enjoy!

[smallestapplin]

Since grimsley has his design based off of vampires, may i have some headcannons (sfw and nsfw) of vampire grimsley with the female reader?

FINALLY SOME GRIMSLEY LOVE.

Cw : blood, biting, hypnosis, classic vampire stuff.

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Sfw

- Vampire Grimsley who walks around with a black umbrella and fancy sunglasses on, just so he can walk around town with you. Will he look like the ultimate goth boyfriend? Absolutely he will! Did you expect anything less of him? He simply must look his best. Though he makes sure to wear long sleeves and gloves, just so the sun doesn’t accidentally touch him.

- He always teases you, his inhuman strength allows him to hold something away from you, and hold you back very easily. He likes seeing you struggle “hmm maybe I’ll give it back…perhaps for a kiss?” A kiss turns into one, then another, then another, until you’ve forgotten what you were trying to grab from him.

- He wakes you up often at odd hours of the night, just wanting to tell you something. Though sometimes he stops himself, and just admires how peaceful you look, so he ends up sitting at your bedside reading, or counting his winnings.

- Other times he will lay in bed with you, letting you sleep snuggled up against him. He refuses to move, just letting you sleep, while he holds you tightly against him.

- Would never turn you unless you specifically sit him down, and ask, the thought will never cross his head until them.

- Adores drinking from you, you’re his favorite thing to taste. When you let him bite your skin, drawing blood, and letting him lap it all up. He can only gush about how you’ve ruined him for any other blood there is.

- Spoils you rotten with expensive everything, expensive bedding, expensive clothes, expensive shoes, expensive self care products, literally anything you want, he’s been around for centuries, so he has enough to spare.

- You’re going to be taken out on a night in town, lavished in gifts, and taken to classy restaurants, where he can happily make you swoon with how little he cares about who sees making his lady love melt.

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- 🔞NSFW BELOW! 18+ only! MDNI🔞

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- That strength of his makes it so easy to hold you up, and fuck you against the wall. He loves using his strength to pin you places, especially when you easily melt under him, whimpering for him.

- Goes without saying, he loves biting you, he loves nipping at your inner thighs, and licking up to your cunt. Biting your neck, littering it with his marks, licking up the small amounts of blood that spills.

- He moans at just the taste, you’re like the finest ambrosia he’s ever had. He loves drinking from you when having sex, it feels more intimate, or primal depending on how he’s taking you.

- Being a vampire, his stamina is insane, he can go for days if you’d let him.

- Speaking of, he does want to, if you truly want him to. He likes the idea of being the big bad vampire that has you locked away, and fucking you for days at a time. Seeing you so cockdrunk and dumb all over his dick has him twitching all over again.

- Hypnosis, please, he likes you under his spell, weak to him, doing whatever he asks. He loves it when you agree to it, and he can make you as of a slut as he wants, and fuck you like it. Your dazed, unfocused gaze, doing nothing but crying and squealing for your vampiric lover.

- AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! He’s quick to get you cleaned up and in a nice hot bath, while he readies some antibacterial cream for the bite marks, and bandages. You’re his love, like hell he won’t pamper you.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #pokemon grimsley smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon smut #pokemon grimsley x reader smut #vampire grimsley smut #tw.blood #tw.hypnosis #afab reader #x afab reader

[transmutationisms]

ok i'll bite. can i ask about kendall water motif? i have a couple of ideas but it's been a while since i finished the show jfkjdsf

yes ok yes

so i think the obvious first instinct with water imagery is always to say it's about purification, cleansing, etc. and there's definitely some of that involved with kendall's water motif—detoxing in a pool in iceland, washing the evidence off himself after the car crash, the pool floatie incident where he's simultaneously wrestling with his conscience and despairing because logan wouldn't let him wash his hands of the company/the family.

but i think water has some more complicated and interesting meanings in this show. way back in 'austerlitz,' we get the following from shiv: "[dad] doesn't even trust water. it's too wishy-washy." of course we do find out this isn't the real reason logan avoids swimming. but nevertheless, there's a clear association being made there: water signifies weakness, inconstancy, emotional instability. (think also about "go to the desert; dry yourself out; you have not been yourself." dryness takes on a few distinct meanings, including strength/rationality/self-control.)

this is reminiscent of ancient greek and medieval european conceptions of wetness. you can see this in aristotle, for example, and in hippocratic and galenic medicine; (euro) natural philosophy owes a huge debt to many of these sources. incidentally, this association between water and inconstancy is why women's bodies were generally considered to be wetter than men's (wetness being both literal and metaphorical).

with this in mind, i think you can see how kendall's water motif isn't just about guilt or salvation or purification. it tells you a lot about his vulnerabilities, and especially the weaknesses his father perceives in him: how emotional he is; his 'softness'; the way his drug use signifies a lack of self-control.

for example: his car crash happens while he's seeking drugs: in logan's eyes, a moral weakness leading to being literally submerged. the pool floatie incident: he's spiralling, the water takes him. rehab in iceland: in logan's eyes, again, this is a sign of kendall's softness and weakness and failures. and the main shot we get of him in this place is in a pool.

you can also see the way water sometimes feels like a trap for kendall. for instance, that shot in 'this is not for tears' where he's in the pool on the yacht, and it's framed so you can see the whole ocean stretching out behind him but he's stuck in this tiny little square of water. at this point he's completely entangled with waystar and cruises, especially because of the testimony he gave in 'dc'. he acted the mean, tough pitbull in front of congress, but that's not actually the role he wants to be playing. so he's shown confined on the family yacht, in water but not in the big open sea.

or i always think about 'lion in the meadow', where aaronson takes kendall and logan out walking on his island: kendall is literally penned in by the water, as aaronson tries to force him to re-align himself with logan/waystar. water and logan are being contrasted, with kendall stuck in the middle. or even, tbh, the dry bathtub shot in 'secession' where his body awkwardly doesn't fit in the tub—i know there's not actually water in it, but it's like he's trying to bathe without bathing. weak and strong and spinning out, etc.

as a side note, i've always thought it was interesting that it's raining when stewy first offers to buy kendall out of the company, as well as when kendall leaves the money at andrew dodds's house. i know there are other reasons for this (to show kendall and stewy using the giant golf umbrellas, and to set an atmosphere, respectively) but i do also think it plays into the way that water, for kendall, represents a few different things: an escape route; weakness; his own instability; and yeah also purification.

anyway yeah there's some water motif thoughts gkfhgkjf

#sitting on the floor drinking water as i type this btw #it's a closed loop system #a sandpit for emergent behaviour

[zapsoda]

bonswar!! spacecrew pew pews questions atcha!! do they have rivals ... like theyre bounty hunters, wanted guys should attack the spacecrew just as a liability, na? how do they do against an attack from a wanted person (in a scenario where they can't flee easily)? also you can expend on how they catch bad guys and who does what :]

this is true- they probably have reputations around (not just one. i imagine in some places theres myths about them being reverred stone fucking cold badasses. and in other places they are known as stupid idiots (which they are))

kip is primarily just the pilot, clam is a trained medic (i.e. not very good at doing the opposite of healing), and roy is just the engineer so its bax and tally who usually end up doing all the manual work (fighting/murder) this is funny bc kip is probably physically the largest and strongest. technically roy can and does step in if they need a third guy, but she prefers to chill. she enjoys weapons and technology but more in a theoretical sense than in a using them sense.

it works out though bc tally is good at stealth and charming his way into targets' weak spots. like a gay little femme fatale. bax just does not have survival instincts and he really enjoys blood and gore.

if they were cornered and couldnt get out of a sticky situation the rest of the crew can serve as backup; clam passes for a standard issue government android (so he can be like, "stand back gentlemen, i will take these ruffians off your hands"), and as previously mentioned. kip is a big scary guy. hes 90% intimidation but he is also a predator in the literal biological sense. he doesnt like getting messy though which is why he avoids combat.

bax prefers melee weapons, and he has shit eyesight so its generally better that he uses melee. he tends to use weapons he finds around so that they cant be traced back to him (convenient cooking knives, metal pipes, umbrellas, whatever).

tallys teeth were evolutionarily *designed for murder,* and he can use them when it comes down to it, but hes a bit chaste when it comes to biting and rending and tearing, he prefers to save that for someone special. so he typically uses guns. he also has a knack for pickpocketing and swindling people out of their weapons like bugs bunny or whatever.

the ship has its own defenses, clam is kind of besties with it. is the ship sentient? im not answering that. anyways, naturally it can shoot at immediate threats. thats usually tallys job, but roy is fully capable of stepping in if needed. she enjoys guns and is decent with them.

she does wear glasses but that is not because of a stigmatism or. astigmatism. whatever. she has like fucked up 4th dimensional eyesight in one eye or something and is slightly colorblind. none of that stops her from aiming well.

#ahahah many words #thank you i enjoy talking about these guys #asks #oc stuff

[zeninsama-moved]

More headcannons if you will, I can literally go on forever. Is it better to send a separate ask for each headcannon/oneshot? Skdnejhxia

-aki and reader going on a road trip. Before they go reader makes him stop at a gas station and she’s like snacks! And so she gets a lot of them and asks him what he wants and he just like grabs one thing and she’s checking out and trying to pay but then akis like dont even think about it and pays for it instead and she’s just in the car like :| with all the food surrounding her thinking she was gonna buy it all but aki did so now she feels kind of bad cause it was expensive but aki doesn’t mind he just wants to dote on her (she ends up feeding him gummy worms while he drives) (her legs are thrown across his lap after awhile) (she’s blasting the music and aki can’t help but smile because the sun is shining and his soulmate is singing and life is good) (they arrive to their destination and take lots of pictures and touristy stuff) (aki keeps a Polaroid of her that day in his wallet and looks at it every day)

-more beach content. Reader gets a new swim suit and shows off for him. They go to the same beach they went to in childhood and they stay there the whole day, perhaps reminiscing about childhood and her mom. They float in the water until the sun is going down. Aki talking about sharks coming cause of night time and readers like ???? Are you 2

-picnic! One of them is having a hard day (honestly no idea who should do what) and the other picks up on it. As soon as person A returns home from work after the bad day person B is like I have a surprise for you. They blindfold them and lead them to a backyard/park/forest (NOW THAT IM WRITING THIS I WOULD SAY FOREST) and they take off the blindfold and are like tada! And there’s a nice blanket laid out and some candles and a basket with food. They sit and feed each other strawberries and eat sandwiches. Reader throws grapes into akis mouth and he catches them. Reader maybe bites into a watermelon and the juice runs down her chin to her chest and akis like *suddenly I’m bricked up* then they fuck outside by their picnic

Someone needs to restrain me I’m so down bad for these two -rem

ANSWERING THIS FRESH AFTER WATCHING THE NEW EP SO THE AKI BRAINROT IS STRONG RN!! REM, I HOPE U ARE BUCKLED IN!

FIRST OFF..... ohhhh boy, are u going to get more beach content... BUT NOT IN THE WHOLESOME WAY U DESCRIBED! I SHOULD BE ASHAMED.. beating down the horny demons rn... reader is running straight for the water like always and aki is covered in spf and hiding out under the big umbrella (skin cancer is no joke). you finally manage to lure him in by refusing to come out, even if your skin gets all pruny, so you make aki come get you <3

AND THE ROAD TRIP WAHH... aki driving one of those cars that has a bench in the front seat, no center console separating you, so you get to throw your legs over his lap and feed him snacks while he drives and be a good lil passenger princess... he would pay for anything and everything you want, but he'd see the piles of sugary junk and make a note to pick up some real food on the way. ALSO THE BIT ABOUT THE POLAROID MAKES ME WANT TO CRY!!! he would cherish it forever and ever,, he isn't convincing anyone when they see the polaroid of your smiling face displayed in his wallet and he tells them you're just a good friend. this man is head over heels.

#special rem tag #mercury speaks #about: menthol

[losingitinjersey]

I just spent the last 20 minutes trying to find out how to turn off reblogging instead of actually writing this post.  Can someone please point me in the right direction? 

Today was the first day in 9 days that I was able to get out for a walk.  Despite the weather being disgustingly hot and humid, it felt really good to get back out again.  

I love how I was updating you on my daily routine but forgot to talk about anything after work begins at 9 a.m. and I sign-out by 5 p.m.  By 5:30 p.m. I get in the car to head to daycare 10 minutes away to pick up Erp and Aug.  As soon as Erp sees me she drops whatever she’s holding and SPRINTS to me.  It’s the best feeling ever.  Then we go into the Baby Shark room to get Aug who just looks at me with uninterested eyes as she continues about her day.  Hopefully soon she’ll also be excited to see me :) 

Then starts the longest two hours of the day.  I LOVE my kids and I miss them all day and you’d think that because I’m not with them during the day that I’d have enough energy to manage the two hours of dinner, hanging out, bath time and bed time but nope.  It’s somehow so much harder.  By 8 p.m. they’re both in bed, then it’s 30 minutes of picking up from the destruction that occurred in their wake.  By 8:30 p.m. I’m sitting on the couch in a clean house with my new robot vacuum running (love having hardwood floors again) and I’m able to watch one episode of a show before bed.  

Right now I’m watching The Stand since apparently I now have Paramount+ with commercials thanks to signing up for the only internet provider out here.  I finished the novel last year and loved it so much, I’ve been wanting to watch the adaptation but haven’t been able to until now. So perfect watching a show about a deadly pandemic ;) I’m also watching The Boys as it comes out every week.  Before this, I watched Under The Banner of Heaven, then before that was Candy.  Next will be Umbrella Academy s3.  

Oh and every day I play Wordle, Heardle, Moviedle, Posterdle and Framed :)

My weight has been all over the place the last few months.  I don’t know actual numbers because I haven’t stepped on a scale in literally forever.  I restarted a diet this past Monday but haven’t been super strict like I have been in the past.  I’m sure since I’m updating here again I’ll be start drifting towards that direction.  Just like with today’s outfit.  I literally only wear leggings and racerback tanks nowadays but apparently since I’m blogging again I felt like that wasn’t interesting enough to document so here we are, pairing a dress with leggings because there’s no way I’m not wearing leggings.  They’re just too damn comfortable and functional.  

We rarely get photos of the four of us so I’m so happy we thought to take one last night while we were enjoying front porch time!  Also, check out the little praying mantis friend I found climbing up our shutters!  This is nothing compared to the DEAD BEAVER I found on the side of the road my first week out here!  What kind of place did I move to!?  I had no idea beavers were so big!  

Oh, and Erp’s class saw a magic show today!!  So many fun things she’s being exposed to at school!  INCLUDING the NOT fun fact that I found a tiny BITE MARK on her arm.  Literal teeth marks in a tiny circle on her upper arm.  Kevin didn’t seem to think it was that big a deal.  He said if it happens again we’ll say something. But, like. I’m so bothered. Is she being bullied or picked on?  Did she defend herself when it happened?? She doesn’t seem upset at ALL by it.  I’m just surprised by the emotions that came up for ME by it.  Gah, I’m so self-centered. 

#please don't reblog #because i still don't know how to block reblogs #momblr #erp is 2.5 #aug is 10 months #random mishmash of thoughts

[agnesmontague]

Let's hear em!!!

WOW OKAY A LOT OF YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS

short answer: fnaf poisoned the well twice. first inadvertently and second unironically

long answer: nearly every indie horror game of what i'll call the "kiddie genre" as shorthand has been, for the most part, fnaf inspired. first there was the wave of near identical "locked in a small space (in some kid-oriented setting) while fending off horrors" riffs that just lifted the most iconic part of fnaf, ie the gameplay. those tended not to be well-received bc they were such obvious clones as to merit the title of ripoffs, and fnaf had such a distinctive mechanic for indie horror games at the time that most other parody/clone games generally paled in comparison, if not feeling like absolutely shameless youtube bait games

but when fnaf itself started to move gradually away from that mechanic with its most recent games (esp security breach) it became open season for indie horror games to revert back to their more traditional item-hunting building-exploring flashlight-waving roots while not having to deviate from the other foundation fnaf had laid: the lore. im not a fnaf veteran by any means but i am fully aware that it set the stage for the type of lore and worldbuilding that very few of the modern "kiddie genre horror games" have actually deviated from, ie "these kid-friendly things are, quite literally, possessed by the spirits of whoever was wronged at the time of their genesis." the bite of '87 (or whatever it was called; like i said im not actually a fnaf veteran) was the blueprint for this, in no small part thanks to the extensive coverage from channels like game theory, and the only real big-name kiddie genre game that i can think of that didn't follow this formula is baldi's basics (which does not even have any lore to speak of). just about any other game that got propelled into the public eye in recent years--bendy and the ink machine, andy's apple farm, poppy playtime--has all fallen to various degrees under this same trite umbrella, eventually decaying to various degrees of shameless fucking moneygrabbing based off this same formula that worked once for fnaf.

and mind you, i don't have anything against fnaf at all other than scott cawthon being a homophobic twat, or even think that this phenomenon is in itself some new blight on the indie horror scene. if a huge new game makes a splash, there will be derivatives that ensue for years on end--we saw it with the endless hyperrealistic PT clones, the Slender spinoffs and SCP games of the mid-2010s, and arguably even the "traditional" item-hunting note-collecting mechanic i mentioned above could be the long-lasting influence of amnesia: the dark descent. what really fucks me up with the kiddie genre though is that it's becoming more and more directly marketed AT KIDS instead of being the nostalgic horror intended for adults that it originally was. again, not a bad thing in itself--kids love horror after all--but when combined with the merchandising and blatant greed some of these companies have displayed upon realizing that kids are an easy market it actually kind of turns my stomach a little. it makes for shittier games AND more predatory attempts to scam kids. it's been kind of exhausting to watch this evolution happening in real time bc the indie scene already has so many issues with unoriginality, with so many unethical devs getting away with slapping fancy graphics on top of a boring unworkshopped idea, and i can’t help but feel like this is just another example of that.

#hello neighbor is arguably another deviation from this formula but that one flopped so hard it's pathetic #it's also its own entire can of worms that i won't get into bc i was never really invested in it #rambles #long post #also fuck. i posted this too early

[sannieworldeu]

Princess - J. Yunho (OneShot)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem! Reader

Word Counts: 2.5k!

Warnings: Lots of cussing,cut offs, and rushing;)

a/n: I do not own any of these photos, credit goes to the owners. —— I apologize for rushing this one shot however, I tried to make the pace of the story go a little faster. I also want to apologize for making any punctuation or grammar error. Enjoy!

……..

You and Yunho have been dating for 5 years now so of course, it’s a serious relationship.

However, these past few weeks, he has been ‘busy’. Like busy busy..

Messages:

*I'm sorry y/n, I’m gonna be late. Don’t wait for me.* - Yunho

*I’ll make it up this Saturday for you babe.* - Yunho

*Omg I’m so sorry, I forgot that I have a schedule to do a photoshoot with this model. Let’s go next week yeah?*- Yunho

And on that next week he says,

*I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it. I’m very sorry, please go back home safely.* - Yunho

You love Yunho and you understand his Idol life. He’s a celebrity,idol, super popular, fans chasing him and Ateez, pack schedules and preparing comebacks.

But now you’re starting to doubt that, is he really committed to this relationship now? You never want to interfere with his work life because you love and support his career.

But today, you were done with his shit. The same old excuses that he makes every week, it was just too much to handle.

You and Yunho were supposed to go on a date at this cafe. He told you to wait there for him since he will be coming late again. You started to bite your lower lips, eyes wandering around, and letting out big sighs waiting for 30 minutes that turned into hours.

You were worried that something bad might’ve happened and immediately you turned on your phone to check the message that was sent just 5 minutes ago.

*I’m gonna be released at 12 am or later due to my delayed schedule. The members and I need to go film this video today.* - Yunho

Again, your feelings were filled with disappointment. Each time he texts you that he’ll be coming late, your trust for him slowly fades away. Nevertheless, you were still sitting inside the cafe waiting for your drink that you had just ordered after knowing that your boyfriend Yunho won’t be coming.

“I can’t just let these workers' effort go to waste. I shall at least enjoy it before I go.” You talk to yourself looking out at the window.

Suddenly, thunder struck a tree and rain drops were coming down like they were full of tears. You thought to yourself, “How stupid of me to forget to bring an umbrella?” You let out another sigh as your fingers ran through your head to the end of your hair strands.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Yunjae’s voice echoed through your ears and finally you snapped out of daydreaming. “Why are you here alone, without Yunho?” Yunjae is your childhood best friend and he knows everything about you.

“Well apparently these days Yunho’s been saying that he’s ‘busy’ with his work.” You put out your two fingers by making a quote to sound sarcastic.

“Well why don’t you hang out with me then?” You know damn well that Yunjae is a flirty ass man but whenever you feel sad, lonely, or mad he will always be there for you.

“You know, since Yunho is so busy, let's go to this upcoming party?” He suggested.

“Ah no thanks, I'm fine. I can’t even go if I want to.” You let out a fake laugh when he can literally tell that you are lying.

“Just let me know when you decided to go. I’m always available 24/7 for you.” He smirked looking at you when you heard the doorbell open so you turn your head to see a couple coming inside.

You were shocked to see him with the same girl. Yunho and Jieun have been working on this music together these past few months. Sometimes when you are in the studio both of them act like you are not even there. It felt like they were more of a couple than you guys.

“You called this busy?” You whisper under your breath, blood boiling inside your head, but you were just sitting there observing them slowly. But you can hear Yunho’s laugh getting louder and louder each time when she comes up closer to whisper something into his ear.

You know that, that’s his most sensitive spot out of all body parts.

“He sure is busy. Accompanied by a girl, why are you just sitting here? Are you not even gonna do anything about it?” Yunjae asked as you rolled your eyes and turned to look away.

The fact that Yunho doesn’t even know that you are here in the same ass cafe with them, he dares to test you with your patients.

“Fuck this shit!” You stood the fuck up and made your way towards them. “I thought you said you were busy filming? Is this part of the scene?” Yunho’s eyebrow raised up as the girl next to him glared at you because you interrupted their ‘precious’ conversation.

“Y-y/n-ah?” Yunho was looking real suspicious, hesitating while saying your name like that, and the way his tone changed from being happy to being caught in 4K real quick.

“We do not look like what it seems to be in your assumption. We were just working with music and got tired so I offered to buy a drink for her-“So you made your so called busy time to have a drink with her but decided to cancel our only weekend time when you spend only 30 minutes with me and immediately you have to go to work already? I guess this won’t work out anymore right?” Yunho was about to say something when you cut him off again, “That’s completely fine then, I guess I will have to be the bigger person and stop getting in your way.”

“Y/n, wait! Let me explain, will you?!?” Yunho started to walk after you but you can hear Jieun trying to stop him from walking and told him not to follow after you.

You were purposely walking slowly just to wait for him and grab your wrist, at least drag you out and try to make you listen to him. A hope was still dying to make you believe that Yunho is not cheating.

“Sorry Jieun, Y/n, let’s go.” Yunho took your wrist and grabbed you inside his car. “Let me go!“ You tried to open the door as Yunho came closer and pinned both of your hands up. He stares intensely at you, a glare that you have never ever seen. You were caught off guard as he went in and gave you a kiss.

“You’re jealous?” His voice being gentle and soft around you was the only way for you to calm down. “I’m not even jealous…I’m disappointed in you. You chose her over our only time together. I don’t want to see you anymore.” You slowly look down to avoid his eyes but he raises your chin up with both of his hands cupping your face.

“Princess, you do know that you’re the only one for me. Right?” Yunho started to come closer when you quickly placed both of your hands on his chest to push him slightly away. “S-stop, I’m not in the mood for it. You make me feel like I’m the bad guy for ruining your precious days with her.”

“Who says that huh? You are just thinking too much. Nothing is happening between Jieun and I. I’m only into you princess.” He leaned in closer and gave you another kiss.

“Ugh! Fine….But another excuse then I’m done. Like really.” Yunho tilted his head and kept coming in to give another kiss. You can feel him smiling, “Alright princess anything for you.”

But did you really think that that was gonna be the end of it. Of course not!

Some weeks later.

You went to the store and bought this cute giant puppy plushie for him since it kinda looks like him so you wanted to surprise him by coming inside his studio without notifying him.

“Yunho I got you this-how could you!” Yunho’s body was on top of Jieun and so her hand was on his chest. In a second she was trying to pull his neck down so they can kiss however, Yunho stood up and looked at you with full of guilt on his face. You couldn’t believe what the fuck you just saw. How could Yunho lie to you like that? He was literally cheating on you this whole time!

You left for good. Went home and packed your bags and went to stay at Yunjae’s house.

“How could you do that?!” Yunho glared at Jieun as she was giving him looks. “But Oppa, it’s not my fault that I’m starting to fall in love with you. Just because Y/n’s birthday is coming you don’t even need all of this for her. Why spend on that low-life class like her when you can spend it on a high level girl like me?”

“Don’t you dare say that again and don’t ever talk low about my y/n like that. A high level girl but that with that heart and lips of yours..are not even low because a low person can do much better than you. You’re just jealous of her. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Yunho quickly left and went to go find you.

However, you were already at Yunjae’s place. You don’t even have the strength to unpack your bags on the floor. You were just laying on the guest bed, crying like a fool for him.

“Uhm..y-y/n Yunho’s here.” Yunjae slightly knocked on the door and when you heard that, a big sigh just came out from you. “Tell him that I’m not here. Lie to him that I’m probably at Seonghwa’s place.” You wish you went to Seonghwa but if you go over there what can they do? Of course, let him in and Seonghwa will just make you face him. It’s not like they won’t understand but being with Yunjae, it would be better.

You’re not ready yet. Right now everything is coming at you. You felt like a fool for believing him.

“Okay,” Yunjae went to the door and finally replied back. “She’s not here and so why is that? Did you guys fight?” Trying not to expose that you were here, he made a pretty much unsuspicious move there. “I know she is in there, let me talk to her.”

“She’s not! I’m having fun with my girl. Go away! She’s probably at Seonghwa!” Yunho was taken back when he heard that Yunjae was doing those things with a girl inside. “I-I’m sorry…” and so he left.

Days later

“Come out and eat. I made dinner.“ Yunjae knocks on the door but all you can think about is Yunho. “Come on, it’s been days and you haven’t been eating. You’re making me worry as each day goes by..mostly Yunho. I think you should let him explain, he seems like he’s going through a hell.” Yunjae said as you immediately open the door when you heard that Yunho wasn’t feeling well.

“Where is he?” You asked. “I don’t know..probably laying down at his house rethinking about his life decisions because he didn’t even have the chance to explain to you”

“N-no that can’t be…”

“Y/n, I wish to tell you the truth but you should go back. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“Yunjae-ah…you’re the only friend I can go to and right now you’re gonna make me face someone I hate the most.”

“Hate is such a strong word, I’m sure you miss him as much as he does too. Go to this place at 4:30, Yunho’s waiting there for you.”

Hours later.

“I’m not going. No matter what, I'm not even thinking about showing up at that place. How dare he lie to me and want to see me?” You put your arms together folded in front of your chest and frown while Yunjae came in. “Just give him a chan-“No!”

*2 minutes later*

“Yunho’s been waiting-“NO!”

*2 minutes 5 seconds later*

“Hurry I feel bad-“For fuck sake Yunjae! I said no! I won’t go!”

*1 hour later*

“Just go y/n, I know you still love him and so he does too. You know what! You’re becoming so stubborn that I just have to drag you there. That's the only way it will work out, get her Jongho and Yeosang!” You immediately turn to look at them but they were so fast that you were already blind folded by them.

“Ugh! Stop moving around.” Yeosang complained as you wouldn’t stop moving inside the car sitting in between them. “No, I can’t stop. You guys are kidnapping me to some places where I don’t even want to be at.”

“We’re here. Open the blind folded when you guys reach there and let’s go.” Yunjae said stopping the car when you heard Jongho opening the door. “What you mean about going somewhere after dropping me off? Let me free!” You tried to resist but they were just too strong.

“Ugh! Guys please stop this, I don't want to see his face-“Y/n..” Yunho’s voice called out to you as your body froze in that place. “L-let me free. I need to go.”

But suddenly a guitar was being played. Someone was strumming a guitar. “I know I haven’t been true to you these past few days, but I have something to say~” Yunho is singing?

Jongho and Yeosang finally unfolded the cloth and let you see him. “You’re my woman, you’re the only one I wanna be with forever~”

“What’s the meaning of all of this?” You questioned him as he stopped singing. “I have been planning this for a long time. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this, that’s why I’ve been really busy. I shouldn’t have let this happen but it already did. I really have no feelings towards Jieun, she was a bad person.I only want to see you smile and laugh. Forgive me hmmh..?” Yunho started to walk towards you but you just froze there, still shocked.

“I promise you, you don’t need to worry about this anymore. Jieun, she will never get in our way again. It was my fault for making this happen.” You hit his chest and tears suddenly streams down on your face. “Why?? I don’t need anything big but you….Yes, it’s your fault.” You finally look up to meet up with his eyes. Reuniting together was one of the best feelings ever.

“I know, it’s my fault not yours. I’m never going to be busy for you again, my princess. You know my love for you will never stop.” You started to cringe but chuckled at him. “I hate you but I love you so much…let’s hear the masterpiece that you made for me.” Yunho hugged you and quickly placed his lips onto yours for a peck and went on to sing for you.

“But before I start this is all from me-from the bottom of my heart baby,” he winked at you as you chuckled and pulled your hair behind your right ears smiling back at him.

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[lostinthewoods-kristoff]

November 16 -- Character #Inspo

Tapio (The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven, Nathaniel Ian Miller)

"You have experienced this, Tapio." "Yes, Ormson. I have. But it's not so uniformly liberating as you imagine. It might be if you never had to return. Once you begin to think like a walrus, it's difficult to think like a man again."

The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven was such an amazing book but I was so drawn to Tapio, a seasoned Finnish trapper who lives on Svalbard and teaches Sven how to survive. He just reminded me so much of Kristoff in that in-between phase, when he was shifting from living in the forest to living in town, one foot in the wilderness and one foot in civilisation. Tapio was also fairly quiet and reserved whilst still quite obviously caring, which just reminds me of Kristoff so much.

2. Ricky Matsui (Dimension 20: Unsleeping City, Zac Oyama)

Thus marks the beginning of a collection of himbos that I just feel truly encapsulate who Kristoff is lmao. Himbo firefighter with a literal heart of gold. The selfie moment at 00:43 just feels too real, and there are so many Ricky Matsui quotes that I could see coming directly from Kristoff's mouth

3. Luther Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

There's a lot I can say about Luther that reminds me of Kristoff but truly this gifset from season 3 really illustrates my point. The way he knows he should say something nice, says something nice, and still manages to make it vaguely awkward despite actually doing something nice: a real Kristoff moment. But I also always think there's something very lonely and very childlike about Luther that I see in Kristoff as well.

4. Matthias Helvar (Six of Crows / Crooked Kingdom, Leigh Bardugo)

Matthias’ steps faltered. “Why would he—” “She’s tied up, so he has to.” “Be silent.” “Already giving orders. That’s very barbarian of you. Or we could mix it up. I’ll be the barbarian and you can be the princess. But you’ll have to do a lot more sighing and trembling and biting your lip.” “How about I bite your lip?” “Now you’re getting the hang of it, Helvar.”

Maybe this is cheating because really what reminded of me of Kristoff when I was reading the Crows duology was the way Matthias interacts with Nina, rather than just Matthias himself. Admittedly they are both big and blonde and and have a certain naivety to them, but mistoff is so Helnik coded and I have said this to Chloe before and it's the hill that I'll die on. The way Matthias so often is on the back foot when it comes to Nina, the way Nina can win him round even when he sets out to hold his ground. I could write an essay about it tbqh

5. Percy Jackson (specifically in Chalice of the Gods, Rick Riordan)

I asked myself, Percy, why are you doing that?

I don’t know, I answered, because I am not very helpful when I talk to myself.

Am I projecting? Maybe. Maybe not. Percy’s whole deal is being ‘kid that weird stuff happens to so often that he just deals with it’ which is really kristoff’s deal too lol. So much of Percy’s inner monologue and the way he talks about and to himself, like in the quote I’ve used, are just so reminiscent of Kristoff for me too

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