#and i’m afraid it’s kinda heavy handed but idk

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ thunder and tipsy confessions

pairing: finan x female! reader | genre: fluff, drunk confessions, idk tbh | warnings: small fear of thunder, just so much fluff, kissing | wc: 2k |

synopsis: with the help of some ale, finan finds the courage to tell you how he feels.

request: no but it’s for my bestie Lexi 😙

note: i love finan sm, he's the best. This is kinda rushed so i blame that if this totally sucks. now i can start working on some requests!

thank you @dailytlk for letting me use the lovely gifs <3

Finan wouldn't say he was drunk. No, he would say he's ‘Tipsy’. He was alone in his room at the inn, sitting at the creaky wood table, drinking the ale the over friendly woman left him. He couldn't go out to the alehouse and drink with others. The weather outside was bad, the wind was loud and so was the rain and thunder. He couldn't drink with uhtred, sihtric, Osferth or you because you all had retired to your rooms. Getting some much-needed rest. 

They had rode into the town earlier, having to stop because of the weather. Uhtred wasn't happy about losing another day of riding but he knew his men and you needed the rest. Finan was tired all day but couldn't fall asleep when he laid down. So, he resorted to drinking, not the smartest idea, but he needed something to do. And the more he drank and the louder the thunder got, the more he thought of you. 

You wouldn't say you were afraid of the thunder. You just aren't fond of the loud noises. You tried to sleep but you couldn't find peace in the sound of the storm. So, you just laid in the surprisingly comfortable bed, your eyes not leaving the lit fireplace. Your eyes were struggling to keep open and every time they would close, and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, only for the loud thunder to wake you up. 

It was only when the thunder quitend when you felt yourself drift off again only to be awakened again. But this time it wasnt by the thunder, no it was from someone knocking on your door. Your eyes fluttered open, and you let out a frustrated groan that was covered by the sound of the rain. You sit up and fling the warm blankets off your legs, your bare feet touching the cold floor as you rush to the door. You unlock it and swing the heavy wood door open. 

In front of you stood a grinning Finan, clad in green sleeveless tunic and brown trousers. Finan’s eyes lit up when you opened the door, and he couldn't stop his eyes from raking over your body. You were leaning against your door, dressed in a large white blouse that stopped before your knees, the top string of the blouse untied. Finan quickly brings his eyes back to your face, his cheeks becoming flushed at the sight of you. 

“Are you okay?” You question him, emphasizing you. You watched with tired eyes as he slightly swayed before leaning against the door frame. He definitely has been drinking you think to yourself. 

“I’m a tad bit tipsy” Finan chirped, his hand coming up to scratch at his beard-covered chin, his eyes not leaving yours. “Just a tad” You repeat his words as you tilt your head, the look on your face showing that you did not believe him.

“Just a wee amount” Finan chuckles, bringing his pointer finger and his thumb close together in a pinch; almost touching. You felt your lips twitch up in amusement at his actions, he was cute when he was tipsy. 

“What are you doing here Finan?” You ask with a tired smile.

“I wanted to make sure you are okay, i know how much ya hate the thunder” Finan smiles, a hint of worry in his eyes. He could tell that you didn't get any sleep from the tiredness in your eyes. While he was silently worrying about you, you were silently freaking out by the fact that he remembered your fear and checked on you. 

“I’m okay, jus tired that's all” you said with a shy smile, hoping that he wouldn't notice how flustered you are by his words. 

“Well, if ya ask nicely, a handsome Irish man is more than willing to join you in your bed” He flirts with a coquettish wink, leaning closer to you. His eyes subtly looking over your figure again, he had to stop himself from putting his hand on your waist and pulling you close to him. 

“Well, if you find one, send him my way, will you?” You bantered with a teasing smile, leaning closer to him as well, your blouse moving as well; showing him a clear view of your collarbone that he just wanted to lean down and press kisses against. Finan hides his smirk at the sight and brings his eyes back up to your face. 

“Well, you're just breaking my heart, gorgeous” Finan says with a dramatic gasp as he rests his hand on his heart. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face from his dramatics. 

“Are you gonna let me in?” He says with a small smirk after a few moments of silence between the two of you. Finan’s eyes raked over your face silently begging that you would let him in. 

“You're not drinking my ale Finan” You joke as you step to the side letting him in. Finan laughs and steps inside of your room mumbling ‘no promises’. You roll your eyes again and close and lock the door before turning around to face him. 

You watched as Finan walked towards your bed, sitting down and leaning against your headboard. His eyes scanned over your room, it was almost identical to his, but your bed was far comfier. His eyes stopped on your side table, specifically the wood cup that was on it. 

“One no more drinking and two get your nasty boots off my bed” You sigh in fake annoyance as you take the wooden cup of ale out of his hands, he did not need any more ale. Finan groans and tries to reach for the cup, but you move your arm away and the cup out of his reach. You send him a pointed look before turning around and walking over to the table by the fireplace to set the cup down. Finan’s eyes shamelessly follow your figure. 

“Why do you sound annoyed?” Finan groans, annoyed that he had to sit up, he pulls off his boots, letting them drop onto the wooden floor. His eyes watching as you walk closer to him, standing at the end of your bed. 

“Because you're annoying me” You tease him as you climb into bed and under the sheets. You lay on your side facing Finan, watching as he gets under the blanket and lays on his side, facing you.

 The fire was heating the room, protecting the two of you from the cold of the storm. The rain was getting heavier, and the wind was getting louder. You flinched and closed your eyes at the loud clap of thunder that startled you. 

“The thunder won't hurt you ya know?” Finan said in a comforting tone, his eyes looking over your tired face. Your eyes flutter open, meeting Finan’s brown eyes and before you could say anything he's already talking. 

“I wouldn't let it,” Finan whispered in a surprisingly soft tone. 

“Oh? You're gonna fight the thunder for me?” You whisper back with a smile. Finan brings his hand up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, his warm but rough hand brushing against your cheek, leaving goosebumps in his wake. 

“I would fight anyone for you, you're worth fighting for” he declared in a serious tone, his eyes not leaving yours. You wanted yourself to believe his words, but you just couldn't, not only was he tipsy he also was naturally flirty, he said sweet things all the time. 

“You're only saying this because you're tipsy” you sigh with a frown, averting your eyes from him to look down at the sheets. Finan frowns and brings his finger under your chin and softly tilts your head up to look into your eyes. 

“I promise to you I'm not that tipsy, trust that my words are true…because they are,” he promised sincerely. He watched as you opened your mouth to say something, only to close it because you didn't know what to say. You honestly didn't expect this to happen. 

“I care for you y/n…so much. I was in my room, and I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to be in here with you, telling you that you were safe and that you didn't need to be scared because I would protect ya…i want to be here for you y/n, always.” 

“I know that it might be hard to trust my words, but I promise to ya that the ale just gave me the confidence to tell you how I feel” he said in a joking tone, starting to get nervous at the fact that you haven't said anything. He would like to think that he was prepared if you kicked him out of your bed and room, saying that you did not feel the same way, but he knew deep down that that would hurt more than any wound he could suffer from. 

“Finan…i…” you mumbled; you truly didn't know what to say. You have known Finan for years, years of his sweet talking, his flirting, and years of having to tell yourself that he didn't mean it. That he didn't want you, but now he is here. Laying in your bed telling you all the things you have been wanting to hear.  

“You don't have to say anything if you're not ready…i just wanted you to-” Finan’s words get cut off when you lean forward and capture his lips in yours. The shock he felt from the kiss caused him to pause but he quickly kissed back, moving his hand to your waist and pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss when he feels your hand slide up to his nape, softly tugging at his hair making a grunt escape from his lips.

Finan smirks in the kiss and softly nips at your bottom lip before slowly pulling away from the kiss. During the kiss you somehow ended up leaning against him, your leg draped over his middle. Finan opens his eyes to see you already looking at him.  

“Whoa gorgeous, i could get drunk off these lips” His voice was husky, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. You giggle at his words and kiss his cheek before laying back down, your head on his shoulder and your hand on his chest, absentmindedly fidgeting with his cross. 

“I taste better than ale huh?” You say breathlessly with a smirk as you tilt your head to look at him. The fire and the moonlight peeking through the window was giving you the perfect view of Finan. He was so beautiful, you remember telling him that once, that he was beautiful. You were drunk and Finan had laughed and brushed it off, little did you know that he was freaking out on the inside and that that was all he thought about for the rest of the night. 

“Ohh way better love” He laughs, his hand under the blanket resting on your bare thigh draped over his middle. If the amazing kiss the two of you just shared didn't have his heart beating out of your chest, the sight of you definitely did. You were nestled into his side, your beautiful eyes looking up at him, your lips still plump and red from the kiss. You looked so pretty like this. 

“I care for you, Finan” You whispered, you watched as a wide grin spread across Finan’s face. You really did care for him; you have for a while now. With your words you gave Finan your heart. 

“Just promise that you won't regret this in the morning” you mumbled as you looked up at him, Finan sensed the worry in your tone, and he pulled you closer and looked down at you. He didn't like the sadness in your eyes, especially when this was supposed to be a happy moment. Finan leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“The only thing I regret is that I didn’t tell you sooner” he promises as he looks into your eyes, his hand on your thigh tracing random things on it leaving goosebumps. You tried to move your leg, trying to get away from the tickling feeling, but Finan doesn't let you, he just grabs your thigh and squeezes it gently. 

“I promise y/n” he whispers in the shell of your ear, his lip brushing against it. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and hide your face in his neck making him laugh. God you were so cute he thought. You closed your eyes and felt yourself relax in his arms. 

“The thunder seems to be gone” he said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. You were so caught up in your thoughts, all of them being about Finan, that you didn't even notice. 

“You kept me safe” you joked as you snuggled closer to him if it was possible. Finan smiled and kissed your forehead. He would always keep you safe in any situation, you meant so much to him. He was so thankful that he found the courage to tell you how he felt tonight, because he didn't think he could have handled another night of you not being his and vice versa. 

“Always” 

note: okay i kinda hate this, i don't think i paced this well at all. But nonetheless i hope you guys enjoyed it, comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!

I’m thinking about making a Wattpad book that has all my writings for tlk? Title suggestions please? 😫

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[lady-ashfade]

Hi! I've taken a gander at your writing and I LOVE it! If possible, I'd like to make a request of some hcs (or a short drabble, either is fine) of Astarion x a gender neutral, autistic!Tav? Perhaps they've spent a long time masking and have been terrified of telling him about their neurodivergence, but eventually (very nervously) tell him after some time into their relationship? I'm curious to know how he might react. I've fallen head over heels for this man and it would mean a lot to me as someone who's still working to fully embrace their autism. Thank you for your time 💜 ♾🌈

Hidden Truth

This is very short so I apologize! It’s also kinda shitty because I’ve never done much about this before

Astarion x Autistic!Reader HC’s

I do not have autism, and don’t know much about it. But how ever I have seen a lot about it because I have a lot of symptoms so I looked it up to be more in depth with this. I’m so sorry if I get things wrong💓

Warnings: Poorly written autistic people, mention of people leaving for this, short explanation, over all kinds fluffy and a bit sad. Idk.

Astarion noticed that you weren’t like the others, there was just something about you. It wasn’t anything bad you just…Are very unique. And he loved it that.

The way you looked around each cave or place you visited and found something cool. Your little face lights up and starts to squeal and shake your hands around.

He loved how you got so excited over things.

Then when you looked around for a clue of what to say, you tensed up when people cried around you. Or, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time because you didn’t read the room. But, he loved to laugh about it.

Fighting was hard when there was loud sounds and he could see you flinch each time even though you had done this many times before.

At camp he noticed how you played with your hands or things in your hands. But he hated when he’d find you in a panic and never told him what was going on.

These are some of the things he noticed even if you tried so hard to hide it.

You had visited him outside of his tent with a plan to come clean, or to tell him. You loved him and wanted him to know about you, but it was so hard. You often dreamed about him calling you a “freak” and leaving you. It always made you sick to your stomach.

“Why the look? You’d think my presence would make you smile.” He’s tease and inch closer, swaying his body.

“I um- I have something I’d like to talk to you about.” The tone in your voice made him slightly worried but he didn’t show it. Only smirking and showing you to the log in front of the fire. “Anything you’d like, darling.”

You sat down next to him and began to pour your hear out to him. Explaining that you had autism and what the entailed, his confused face made it almost laughable. But he listened to your words like you have always done with him.

Each detail he could see exactly what you were taking about having witnessed you doing so.

“And, pray tell. Have you decided to tell me now?” He saw how you panicked and his eyes went slightly wide at the wrong tone he used. “I only mean..What took you so long?”

You looked away from him and avoided eye contact as it became hard. “I was afraid you’d hate me.” Hugging yourself at the memories of many doing so. “I didn’t want you to leave me.”

His heart broke and his chest felt heavy at the thought you- His darling. Were scared to tell him. So he laughed a bit.

“Oh, how cute. There isn’t much you could do for me to leave you and especially over something you can’t control.” His hand rested onto of your thigh and he scooted closer to you. “I find your traits endearing.”

His other hands reached to cup your cheek and turn your head, he was so soft. Softer then he’d ever been before. “I- I appreciate you telling me. You’d never have to worry about telling me anything,” he leaned forward and leaned his head on yours. “It’s clear to see that you have me wrapped around your finger, and my amazing self has you around mine.” His lips turned to kiss your cheek. 

Astarion doesn’t really care about it much. He learns how to make you feel better and help when you get overstimulated easy.

But he’s very protective when you get stares for a tic or anything. Pulls out his weapon and threats them, glares or just straight up yells at them.

He’s with you when you need him. Over all astarion is supportive over it.

But he was confused for a period of time and acts differently until you tell him not to. He just wants to make his baby feel safe and understood.

#Astarion Ancunin x reader #Astarion Ancunin #baldur’s gate 3 astarion #yandere astarion x reader #astarion x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #x autistic reader #baldur’s gate 3

[myarlert]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

itto, heizou, ayato, al-haitham & zhongli x fem!reader

cw: fluff, smutty themes. mentions of oral [m. receiving].

short synopsis + where they like to be kissed. it’s been a while 💓

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𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

itto can get messy sometimes, especially when he’s been away from you for some time. he very much likes to hold your face as close as he can to yours, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you there while his tongue explores your mouth, tickling yours with his own. he’s the type that has to pull away after a few seconds for a deep breath, but remains close to breathe the air from your lips. ‘i hate being away from you for this long ya know? i like having ya around. now.. how’s about we go hide somewhere and fuck—’ he couldn’t help it! he loves to go around the city and find different places to ‘do it’. especially if the spot he has chosen has the thrill of being caught.

itto has a soft spot for kisses on his neck. he’ll just tilt his head to the side and let you lick up and down, marking as you want.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

heizou omg okay so basically, he likes when things are starting to get hot and heavy and both of you take your time with tracing kisses up and down one another’s bodies. he can get really into it sometimes, tracing little bites down your tummy before heading to your sweet spots. and he loves to tease with it! he’ll be halfway down your tummy when sense you tensing up, rolling your eyes back and he would smirk against your skin. ‘you like when i kiss you here.. like this?’ maybe even give little love bites to that specific spot while mentally taking a photo of all the little places that make you twitch with anticipation. sometimes he can’t believe how responsive you are to just kisses. makes him think about how you’ll be when he has his cock deep inside you.

heizou LOVES receiving kisses on his neck and chest. he isn’t afraid to get into that subby head space and roll his head back at a glorious bite to his neck.

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

kamisato ayato is a man of class. he doesn’t mind having kisses scattered anywhere tbh. sometimes though, he just lays back and lets you completely worship him the way he deserves. nothing makes him fold as much as kisses from his belly button to the tip of his cock though. his back arches when you start going down and he knows exactly what you’re doing. ‘are you..’ he’d pause and look down as you push your hair back to start the trail of kisses down his happy trail, slowly making your way from the base of his shaft to his tip, giving it a couple kitten licks while keeping eye contact. ‘what a sweet girl you are.’ hed say with a soft chuckle, hands coming down to softly move your hair from your face so he can see the way you kiss and lick him.

ayato loves those types of kisses, the ones that always lead to something more. he won’t say he doesn’t love the occasional surprise cheek kiss though.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

tbh he’s probably really gross. right? he would absolutely push you into a wall and shove his tongue down your throat.. but with class?? would he not get all needy and do something about it? i think he would. personally, i think he likes the messy, needy kinda kisses. the ones that he gives you when he comes home after a log day, where he just grabs you by the face and gets really into it, breathing into your mouth, maybe groaning deeply into it. idk maybe i’m wrong with my theory, but he just gives me the vibe of ‘in a hurry, quickly ripping off clothes, need you now’ kinda kisser. BUT, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t worship you, kissing every inch of your body and go down on you for hours on end.

al haitham definitely likes the random kisses. just walking up and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips gives him butterflies, especially if you try your best to get up on your tippy toes hehe

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

ah zhongli. the one that will see you stressing out and pull you from your headspace by grabbing you by the chin, tilting your head up to press a soft peck on your lips. oh how he’s so gentle about it too. he’d go off on a rant about how strong and capable you are, how much he loves you and believes in you. he loves when he can use his lips to pull you down and take away every drop of stress from your body. but don’t think he wouldn’t pull you into his lap to introduce you to some tricks he can do with that lovely tongue of his.

zhongli loves receiving kisses anywhere but mostly the lips, cheeks maybe the tip of his nose but when you’re going down on him and you kiss his tip— yeah it’s safe to say he adores those too.

tagging @p-antomime @endlessmari @httphaitani @stygianoir @bunnyyamor

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Catch Me If You Can

I'm flagging this with a Violence thingy//dark content warning too, just to be on the safe side.

A/N ::: This was inevitable. It started out serious then just got kinda stupid/funny. Maybe not ha-ha funny, but roll your eyes funny? I can just see Tenya doing this if he's had a particularly trying and horny day. Like, obvi he wouldn't be a total piece of shit and push the envelope like this. But in my head, tonight, he mf'ing DOES. Idk. Hope it makes someone roll their eyes in a good way. Thanks for reading! I think this is my first time writing for Tenya.

C/W ::: F!reader, spanking, dark content potential, abuse of/drunk with power, ass licking, ass kissing (literally), dom Tenya, dubcon, punishing for rule breaking, panties in F!mouth, unprotected sex P->V // F->M {dubcon again} oral, rule breaking, egging Tenya on. If I missed anything icky that needs to be specified, shoot me a message! aged up char.

WC ::: Just over 1K

"I told you not to run *spank* in the *spank* hallways. As class 1-A rep, it's my job to uphold the rules and regulations of UA. Not running is a sacred rule, y/n!"

"Mmmuuhhh!" You whined. "But, but since when was spanking the authorized *spanked* OW! Damn it! Since when is corporal punishment allowed? T-Tenya, I think you're taking this too far."

Your words fell on deaf ears. Your body was laid over his muscular thighs, ass up. You grabbed his right arm with yours and pulled yourself up and around to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Not only were his glasses off, but his eyes were heavy. Half-lidded. Focused hard on the red blotches on your fat ass.

Tenya had a sick, twisted smile on his usually straight lips. “H-h-hey … are you d-done yet? Can I please go home?” You said in a voice much quieter than you intended.” He still didn’t answer but his eyes shot down to yours and he didn’t look like the same respectful guy who kept everything else in order.

“No! I’ve only begun doling out my punishment. You’ve been bad and it’s time to face the consequences for your irresponsible actions,y/n! Now, stand up. Please!”

You stood and rubbed your ass cheeks with the palms of your hands. Wincing, you asked, “What the hell else could you possibly do to me? I don’t think running calls for such severe discipline. Even for you, this is crossing a line. I’m going home.”

“I SAID … *aheh*, I said, stay. If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to write you up.”

You scrunched up your face, “So, if I stay, you’ll make this little problem disappear? Am I understanding this correctly?”

Tenya stopped and thought about it for a moment. “And you have to keep this between the two of us. Do you understand? Fully … understand?” He asked.

You nodded, “Y-yes. I think so.”

He stood and crossed his arms across his chest. “Good. Do what I say and this will all..." He waved his hands in the air like he was showing you a magic trick. "... disappear, as promised.”

Tenya walked over to where you were standing and fell to his knees. He put his hands on your waist and turned you around so quickly your skirt flared out from the abrupt circular motion.

“Oh! Ten-ya ... What …” You looked over your shoulder, down at him and saw he was leaning face first into the hot skin of your behind. “Tenya …”

“Shh shh, mm-mm." That's all he said before he ran the tip of his tongue between your bubbly, pinkened cheeks. He pulled back and began to lick and bite at the soft flesh of your ass. He used his teeth to sink into the tender flesh and held on as he ran his tongue over the bite mark.

You moaned as he licked and teased. The bites hurt, but they were also strangely pleasurable. You could feel yourself getting wet as he sucked and licked at the skin on your ass.

Tenya grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing your tight hole. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at your puckered hole. You cried out as he teased the sensitive skin.

His tongue slipped inside and he began to fuck you with it.

"Tell me - mmm ... mm-hm ... - tell me how sorry you are for running in my halls, y/n." He said. His words vibrated against your ass, sending a chill through your spine.

You moaned and pushed back on his face as his tongue darted in and out of you. "I-I'm so sorry, Tenya! Please, I can't take it anymore!" You cried.

He pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him.

"No, you're not sorry. Not enough. Not yet." he said, his voice low and sultry.

He shoved your face against the wall of the empty hallway, pushing it hard against the cold tile. You whimpered as he pulled up your skirt and grabbed your panties.

"W-wait! Tenya, I'll be good. I- fuck! I - I promise I won't run in the halls again. Just, please don't do this," you begged. "Not like this ... pl- oh god!"

But Tenya didn't stop. He ripped your panties off and stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your cries. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it between your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, y/n. I can't stop. You know how I feel about rules. I take them seriously."

He shoved his cock inside your wet cunt, pushing in with one thrust. You screamed against your panties as he stretched you open.

"Mmhmm!" You cried.

Tenya leaned forward and pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against your ass as he fucked you. He reached around you and tugged your shirt open, pulling out your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he fucked you hard and fast.

Your body was shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. He pulled your panties out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, using them to pull you back against him.

"Come for me, y/n. Come all over my fat, unruly cock!" He moaned.

He thrust in one last time and you came, your juices running down your thighs and onto the floor. Tenya pulled out and grabbed your hair, turning you around and pushing your down on your knees so your face was lined up with his hard cock.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth as far as you could. He shoved it in, thrusting hard and deep. He moaned as he came, shooting his hot cum down your throat.

He pulled out and lifted you up once again, licking and sucking at your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples and you moaned against his touch.

He straighened up and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his tie. "Now, we're even. Don't forget to report to me should you break the rules again, y/n. I might not be so forgiving next time."

"That ..." you huffed. "That was forgiving?"

He walked away, leaving you a disheveled mess. You pulled yourself together and smoothed down your skirt. You were going to have to be careful around Tenya from now on. Though, it was tempting to have such a willing and thorough disciplinarian.

You looked around making sure no one saw that and started to run the opposite direction he was headed in.

Within seconds, you heard him yelling your name. You stopped as you turned the corner just long enough to see the slight smirk stirring on his lips. 

“Catch me if you can. Fucker.” 

T@glist ::: @calm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl @darkstarlight82

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[rosenallies]

May I propose to you the idea of either Jane getting jealous over Mirage being all over Nymphia/or Mirage and Nymphia as exes who are strangely good friends afterwards?

Idk if it'd work in any of the Planymphia AUs you currently have, but I was inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/biblewaterzzz/748398423015915520

Idk if you wanted to just discuss or a prompt but I wanna write this as a prompt so thank u for the idea <3 sorry I made this kinda h/c and soft I’m just sad today <3

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Jane watched them from across the bar with a deep ache in her stomach. Nymphia’s hips swayed to the music in tandem with Mirage, who pressed into her, whispering in her ear every now and then and laughing.

Realistically, they looked like a pair of close friends, nothing more, but watching them made Jane start to spiral. She wasn’t sure if whatever she was feeling could be classified as jealousy, but whatever it was, she hated it. She hated the way her stomach turned and tears pricked at her eyes as she imagined Nymphia coming up to her and explaining that she’d be much happier with someone like Mirage. And really, who could blame her? Nymphia deserved someone as positive and lighthearted as she is. Deep down inside, since she and Nymphia started dating, Jane wondered how long it would take for Nymphia to get sick of her pessimism and leave her for someone else.

The downward spiral continued into the night, even after they’d said goodbye to their friends and were walking hand in hand back to Nymphia’s apartment. Jane’s mood had sobered her up while Nymphia swayed happily as they walked, wistfully chatting about how much fun she’d had all night.

“Janey, I wish you would’ve danced with us, we were having so much fun!”

Jane laughed to herself, shaking her head. “Looks like you had plenty of fun with Mirage.”

She hadn’t meant it to come across the way it did, but Jane was never one to come across very softly. Nymphia looked up at her, brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Huffing, Jane shook her head. “Nothing.”

“No,” Nymphia stopped them, grabbing ahold of both of Jane’s hands, “it’s not nothing. What’s the matter?”

Jane felt as if she was about to cry, Nymphia looking up at her so tenderly. “C-can we just get back to the apartment, please?”

“Okay, baby,” Nymphia said with a soft smile, lacing their fingers together as they walked the last block back home.

Once they got back, Nymphia kicked her heels off, Jane following suit, the pit still sitting heavy in her stomach. Nymphia turned to her, grabbing both of her hands and kissing the back of them. Jane felt she didn’t deserve her. “Do you want to talk now or get comfy first?”

Jane shrugged. “I guess now would be okay.”

Nymphia nodded and led her to the couch, curling into her side and resting her head on her shoulder. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s making my PJ sad?”

“You were having a lot of fun with Mirage,” Jane said plainly, afraid of letting too much spill out, all her secret insecurities she hid with jokes and jabs and a deluded sense of self confidence.

“I would’ve had more fun of you joined us on the dance floor. Is that what you’re upset about? Are you jealous?”

Feeling her cheeks burn, Jane shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess?”

If Jane were in a better mood about it, Nymphia might’ve teased her, but Nymphia could tell this wasn’t a playful jealousy, it was one laced with uncertainty and insecurity. “Jane, Mirage is just a friend. You have nothing to worry about with her.”

“Maybe not with her,” Jane whispered under her breath.

“What do you mean? Who else would you have to worry about?”

“Just-just forget it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jane should’ve known Nymphia wouldn’t allow her to shut her away, but she was taken off guard when Nymphia gently turned Jane’s face toward hers. “We really should though.”

Sighing, Jane nodded, Nymphia was right. “I worry you’re going to leave me for someone like Mirage. I know you two are just close friends but I watching the way she was touching you and was all over you made me start thinking about how you deserve someone better than me.”

“Better than you? I don’t think there’s anything better than you, though. I want to be with you, no one else.”

“You don’t think I’m a bad person or that I come across too abrasive?”

“I don’t think that at all, I wouldn’t be with you if I thought that and trust me, I want to be with you. I want to be with you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Mmhm,” Nymphia hummed, nuzzling into Jane once more, “all the time.”

If Jane had thought about it some more, she would’ve chosen her next words more carefully but as she laced her fingers with Nymphia’s, she let her heart speak for her. “I love you.”

It was the first time either of them had said it, even though Jane had been thinking it for weeks. For a moment, Nymphia looked taken aback and then her face softened. She leaned over and gently kissed Jane before whispering quietly, “I love you too.”

#planymphia office au #prompt request

[safetycar-restart]

Do you take George asks? Idk if I’ve ever seen him mentioned here before but after today George is going to need something very soft and tender and praise heavy.

I’m imagining a D/s au setting with George beating himself up about the result to the point that his Dom just ties him up and sets out to distract him with praise and overstimulation.

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t enjoy George!

(Also is 🦅 taken?)

Hi anon! Yes I do write for George! We tend go through phases where a couple drivers are requested a lot and then someone else will take their place, so there hasn't been much George lately but yes I absolutely do write for him! I write for all drivers except a couple that I have stated in my pinned post :))

Also, yeah 🦅 is open and I'll add it to the claimed list for you, however this means that you must send at least one Logan ask because you're stealing his brand so it's only fair. Anyway, on to George!

At first you have no idea what to do, because Lewis has a podium! But only because George made a mistake and ended up in the wall. Lewis deserves to have his dom congratulate him and watch him on the podium and scene with him after if he wants. But George needs you.

You see Lewis first, because George hadnt made it back to the garage by the time Lewis arrived at the podium. You don't even get to hug Lewis, the moment he sees you he immediately says 'go to George I'm fine, I'm happy. Go to George, please.'

You don't question him any further, going back to the garage to wait for George. And yeah Lewis was right it was the right call.

Poor George is so broken when he sees you. He throws his helmet in the direction of his trainer and runs over, falling into your arms and crying before you even have time to hug him back. You just hold him, understanding that George needs to feel this before you can start trying to make him feel better.

Eventually he stops crying and kinda just deflates into you, letting you take all his weight. You run your hands up and down his back, pulling away enough to press a kiss to his neck and whisper to him that he did all he could and that it’ll be alright in the end.

You wish you could get him away from prying eyes immediately, but you know he’ll have to talk to the media. So you agreed to George doing two short media interviews while you clear him skipping the debrief with Mercedes. You don’t have to put much work into that though because the moment you spot Toto, he’s immediately telling you to take George back to the hotel and that he’ll handle everything else. You can tell Toto is angry, but he knows better than to show that anger to George (mostly because he’s afraid of what you’d do to him).

After the media, it’s straight to the hotel for George. And I think he’d need the scene instantly? No time to get him showered and changed, no time for dinner or snacks. He can’t do anything, can’t even stop shaking. You need to get him into subspace and then you can guide him through everything else that needs to get done.

I love the idea of tying him. It just stabilises him completely, makes him feel so grounded and safe. You just tie his arms and legs, tying him so that his legs are crossed and his arms are behind his back. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but that’s the point. You need him out of his head and in the moment.

That’s when the praise and edging starts. Maybe he doesn’t get to cum until he can repeat the praise back to you? At first he can’t, convinced that all the things you’re saying about him aren’t true. But slowly you break him down, edging him and getting him closer and closer to that floaty headspace he can let himself go.

You know he’s where you want him when, through tears, he can repeat the praise back, calling himself talented and beautiful and a good sub.

Then he gets to cum.

I also think that maybe after you’ve cleaned him up, you tie him again? Just give him a nice chest harness that he can wear for the rest of the evening. It helps keep him in a comfortable sub space.

#post race vibes #sub!George #gr #nsfw. #gn!reader #angst angst vibes #🦅

[lookinghalfacorpse]

ttdtn extra scene 1 (?)

honestly surprised that i haven’t written any extra scenes for ‘the trees deny themselves nothing’ yet! everything has just kinda fit inside the main fic. 

i’ll be honest, idk if this will be an extra scene or if it will be part of the sequel.  so, if it’s part of the sequel, then enjoy the preview i guess!

read the full fic on ao3 here, info and trigger warnings here 

Chex was the biggest ram in the barn.  Being a big ram didn’t mean much; he had a lot of respect among his fellow sheep, sure, but he still felt small alongside the horses next door, the mules they could see from their field, and even the goats across from them.  He had a solid set of horns upon his head, sure, but he couldn’t hope to reach much further than a human’s lower thigh (or a piglin’s upper calf).  But, neither the horses, the mules, nor the goats could reach him from within their enclosures, so Chex confidently trekked across the stall and bumped his dark snout against the feeders, wondering why they were still empty at this hour of the morning.

Philza was still in bed.

Technoblade was worried.  Upon waking, he liked to play a game where he guessed what breakfast was based on just the smell.  He was very good at it– sometimes he’d walk into the kitchen with his eyes closed, listing off the ingredients he recognized and the way he thought they combined, while Phil chuckled at him.  But there was no breakfast that morning; not for Chex or for Technoblade.  Philza was still in bed.

“Phil?”  Techno pushed a knuckle against the slightly open, wooden door.  Since Dream has been staying with them, Phil kept the door ajar in case he was needed throughout the night.  But Dream wasn’t there anymore, and Philza was still in bed.

“Eh?  Phiiiiil?”  

Phil was lying comfortably on his side, hands placed gently on the mattress beside him, wings gently folded.  Poised and beautiful, even in his sleep.  Placing a knee on the bed, Techno’s weight indented into the fabric and dipped it, jostling his partner’s body.

“Philza…”

“Mornin’,” came Phil’s drowsy answer.  His voice was a bit odd.  Heavy with slumber, yet brittle.

“Mornin’.”  Techno laid more of his body on the bed, reaching an arm across Phil so he could brace an arm against the other side of the mattress.  He knew from experience that if he put too much weight on Phil, he’d hurt him, so he was careful about where he placed his limbs.  It was difficult when he was bigger than the bedframe.  “You’re still in bed.”

Phil stretched, pulling his body into a straight line, from his spine to his feet.  Techno felt him shuffle, the fabric of his robe and blanket bunching up.  “Nothing gets past you, hah?”

“Never.  I’m brilliant and observant.”  When Phil settled back into position, making no real effort to get out of bed, Techno nuzzled his head into Phil’s shoulder.  “Chex is gonna be mad at you.”

“Mm.”

“And Saffron.  And the chickens.”  

"Mm-hm."

"And there's a big pig who, uh, is a bit worried about ya."

A smirk made an indent on the side of Phil's cheek.  "Donna?"

Donna was one of their heavier pigs.  Techno grinned as he answered, "Yeah.  Donna.  Totally."

"Well, I'd hate to make her worry.  But my head hurts like a motherfucker," Phil replied, solemn and musing, "and I'm finding that I'm not all that helpful these days, anyway."

Techno worried that it was about this.  A few days ago, Dream stormed off into the forest, limping with his wooden prosthetic, and they haven't heard a peep from him since.  Not even a letter.  Techno knew his old roommate well, and he knew that Dream's shame was often misplaced.  He assumed that the kid must be embarrassed or afraid of being a burden.  Philza assumed he must be angry, which is an easy assumption to make when you’re also angry with yourself.

Techno rubbed the flat plateau of his forehead and snout on Phil's shoulder.  "You were helpful." Techno responded in a low tone, "Not your fault certain people had ulterior motives."

Phil sighed as he rolled over, pressing his back against the mattress.  He adjusted himself so he could meet Techno’s forehead with his own.  “I should’ve known better.”

“He should’ve known better.  I’m almost done fixin’ up your armor, you know.”

Phil hummed, satisfied, and let himself sit still under Techno’s warmth.  Techno let his eyes fall shut, and they burned behind his eyelids.  In truth, he didn’t sleep too well, either.

“Painkillers for your headache?” Techno offered.

“Please, mate.”

-----------

Dream was still in bed.  He didn’t know why.

It wasn’t his bed.  Not the bed he set up in the prison, which was a little bit too soft and made his hips ache in the morning (He wondered, sometimes, if there was something wrong with his hips.  What are the chances he’d broken something?).  Not the guest bed in the arctic, where he’d spend the night under a pile of dogs (He felt cold without them).  

He was in Sam’s bed.

He didn’t remember how it started.  They were arguing– no, debating– and then it turned into an argument when Sam raised his voice.  The logic made no sense, and it was moving too quickly, as things usually go with the Warden.  Dream knew this type of conversation well, and he thought he was good at navigating them and taking advantage of obvious inconsistencies.  But Sam said something that really pissed him off (He didn’t remember what), and Dream pushed him back, and then somehow they were even closer.  Dream was scared, and he was angry, and he was betrayed.  It felt better when they were kissing.

He woke with a burning pain at the amputation site.

He tried to ignore it and go back to sleep.  Sleep was a favorite pain reliever these days, especially when he felt lethargic and heavy enough that he was able to ignore his body in favor of rest.  But today, the pain gripped his lungs and made his teeth grind together, the muscles of his back contracting as he curled in on himself.

Sam seemed to manifest from nowhere.  Pain made Dream’s mind fuzzy, which he hated, and he often missed important details such as when someone entered or exited a room.  Perhaps Sam spent all night beside him, or perhaps he just walked in from the kitchen.  Either way, he towered over Dream, eyes scanning along his body the same way he might look at a machine that wasn’t working.  Dream was used to it.

Wordlessly, Sam took the blanket off of him.

It wasn’t an aggressive movement– in fact, it was actually rather slow and unrushed, but it was authoritative enough to convey a typical agreement of their relationship: “I will look at you now.”  Sam took the stump of Dream’s leg in one of his palms and lifted it slightly.  The incisions he made a while back were now pinkish scars, blending in well with all the other scars that littered the area.  It was an ugly limb, Dream thought.  But it wasn’t any uglier that morning than it was any morning before– no extra swelling, no leakage, and no redness.

“Does it hurt often?” Sam asked him.

“Yes,” Dream replied stiffly.

Sam’s expression didn’t change.  Dream wondered for a moment if he didn’t hear him, or if his own voice was too hoarse to be audible.

Quietly, Sam raised the leg up even further, and Dream whimpered from the strain.  He barely even felt as Sam pressed his lips, softly, against the scarred skin.

“I have potions,” Sam stated.

“Don’t,” came Dream’s stern reply.

#ttdtn #the trees deny themselves nothing #ttdtn extra scenes #dsmpshipping #awesamdream #c!awesamdream #dreblr #drabbles

[mouschiwrites]

Hi omg I loved your hcs so much it was so cute 😭😭 idk if u do platonic asks but if so can I request Craig & Tweek finding out their close friend (f!reader) has a secret + famous tiktok account with fanart of them??? No worries if u don’t!!

EEK sorry this took so long lovely! I'm still figuring out how to write South Park characters heheh ^^" so sorry if it's a lil ooc

also thank you for your sweet words!! You’re too kind!

Word count: 816

South Park - Craig & Tweek Finding Out About Your Secret Art TikTok

You hummed along quietly to the music playing in your ears, masterfully adding details to the sketch you were working on. You were enjoying the warmer weather while it lasted; though, living in South Park, that wasn’t saying much. Any non-resident would deem the weather to be too chilly to be outside already, but you knew it was going to get much colder when fall finally set in. So, there you were, out on a park bench, sketching merrily, barely noticing the way the breeze nipped at your nose.

“Speak of the devil.” 

“Devil?!”

Two familiar voices sounded from somewhere behind you. Startled, you clapped your sketchbook shut with a yelp. You had recognized the voices instantly. They were the exact people you absolutely did not need to run into right now.

Plastering on a nervous smile, you turned around slowly. Sure enough, there stood your best friends Craig and Tweek. Craig had his phone out, and judging from how close the two were standing, they had both been looking at whatever was on it.

“Hey guys. Enjoying the weather?” You began nervously as they approached your bench.

Craig had a mischievous grin as he plopped down beside you. “I guess. Pretty cold, though. Wish I was at home, snuggled up like this.” He turned his phone so you could see it. 

To your horror, art from your tiktok was on the screen. It was a doodle you did not too long ago of Craig and Tweek cuddling. At the time you were proud of it, but now you buried your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?!” Tweek fretted. “Craig, you’ve upset them!”

“No, no,” you reassured him. “It’s just… you guys weren’t supposed to know about that.” Your face was so hot that you could no longer feel the cold at all.

“With the numbers you’re pulling? Honestly I’m surprised we didn’t find out sooner.”

You had sort of liked having such a large following, but it seemed that your blessing had become a curse. Feeling shameful and regretful, you pulled out your phone. “I’m sorry, guys. I really am. I’ll take the posts with you in them down. I know it’s super creepy and—”

“Hold on,” Craig grabbed your arm, stopping you before you even unlocked your phone. “It’s not creepy; you’re our friend. The only thing that’s creepy is that you kept it a secret.”

“Yeah! Why did you keep this from us? Did you think we—ack—wouldn’t like it?”

“...don’t you?” You stared at them both with a befuddled expression. 

“Are you kidding? Your art style is really good. Plus, you make us look… cute… together.” Craig glanced at Tweek, giving his boyfriend’s hand a squeeze.

“So… you’re not mad?”

“I’m mad that you kept this from us!” Tweek flashed a smile. “We’ve totally been missing out!”

Craig nodded. “We’ll be looking forward to seeing more of your art. Not just of us, of course.”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, slouching on the bench. “I was afraid you’d be mad. I mean, I was kinda drawing you without your permission.”

“I reiterate: you’re our friend. We don’t mind.”

“So, just to be clear, it’s cool if I keep drawing you guys?”

“Of course. We’re looking forward to it.”

You couldn't help but sigh again. You smiled to yourself, overjoyed to have your friends' support, especially when you had been expecting quite the opposite.

“Say, isn’t that your sketchbook?” Tweek jabbed a finger towards the book in your lap.

You perked up, remembering what you had been drawing. “Oh! It is! Do you guys want to see what I was drawing?”

You opened it up to the page you had been working on. “You guys get to see it before the rest of my followers.” 

Little smiles graced your friends’ faces as they examined the work. It wasn’t finished, but it was a sketch of them both sitting on a park bench, Tweek’s head on Craig’s shoulder and their fingers intertwined atop Tweek’s knee.

“Here, Tweek, put your head like that,” Craig gestured to the page, and Tweek stiffly planted his head on Craig’s shoulder.

You giggled as they attempted to mirror their pose in the drawing. “Perfect,” you said, positioning yourself to resume drawing. “Stay just like that; I’m turning this into a still-life piece.”

When you finished, you showed your muses. Tweek’s mouth dropped open in awe. “You’re such a good artist!” He gushed, ripping the sketchbook from your hand and putting the drawing inches away from his face. While he was absorbed in admiring your work, Craig looked away somewhat bashfully.

“Do you think we could do this more often? Pose for you, I mean.”

“To give you an excuse to be cute with your boyfriend?” You teased. Then, more seriously, you told him that there was nothing you’d love more.

Unfortunately your followers didn’t enjoy the realistic piece as much as your stylized art, but to you it was the most beautiful drawing you’d done in a long time.

Thank you anon for the request! And thank you for reading! <3

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker #tweek tweak #craig x tweek #creek #south park creek

[icy-chill]

Greetings beings of Rotomblr. My name is Alwin, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!

I’m I was a Wyverian from Rutoh Village in Alcala region. My age is almost three centuries old, if I recall correctly. Not that my age matters. My pronouns are he/him.

I’ve been in this world for some time, almost a century and a half. Enough time so that I’ve watched my chosen’s descendants come and go. I don’t know why Arceus took me from my own home (and my universe, if He is to be believed), or why He’s commanded me to be His right hand, but won’t disobey. It would be too much of a risk.

I have a few disciples, but I’m not willing to share any of their names currently.

Even after all this time, I still do not understand my other form. Since Arceus informed me that I am the only two-formed being from another universe in our universe, He gifted me this odd device. He told me that here I may communicate with people from other universe and ask for assistance without risk to my identity here.

I hope to speak with you all more personally soon! Perhaps you can help me with my situation.

[Users arven-x-drayster-4ever, silvallyandweavile, perrins-portfolio, g-max-wildfire, and suckerpunch-n-toxic cannot view the blog icy-chill or its posts.]

//Blanket Blog TWs:

Alwin comes from the universe of Monster Hunter. Themes of both human and animal?(/pokemon/monster/monstie) violence and death will all be present. It won’t be a main feature of the blog, unlike other tws here, but it is part of the “lore”.

There are also heavy religious themes, both Christian and otherwise. (Think Greek mythology.) If this makes you uncomfortable, this is not the blog for you. Alwin will constantly speak of being afraid of Arceus.

Basic eebydeeby and faller tws also !!!

Idk if these are big triggers- so here’s just a few basic themes.

time/space manipulation- like going back in time and traveling to other universes.

omnipotent gods- the big four are always watching. always listening. even if they don’t want to.

corruption- giratina. yeah.

underworlds- the distortion world functions as the underworld. souls/ghosts and the holiday día de los muertos are also important! distortion worlds also got layers and stuff, the one seen in dppt is the final layer where giratina resides with the “eternally punsished”. just felt like mentioning that here.

Spoilers for Monster Hunter Stories and Monster Hunter Stories 2 will also be present!!!

(I’ll update this as we go along)

//Mod: @saywha413 Other blogs in this universe:

Direct family (ask) @ask-sarah-and-co 💎🎸 (irl) @arven-x-drayster-4ever 🥪🐉 (irl) @silvallyandweavile 🌘🪶 (irl) @perrins-portfolio 📸 (irl) @pens-and-coins 🔮🪙

Other (irl) @g-max-wildfire 🎇 (irl) @suckerpunch-n-toxic 🎶 (irl) @icy-chill ❄️ (you’re here!)

Current time: Mid August, 2023 (even though he’s above time)

//Basic dni- no nsfw!

pelipper mail is ok ! just no legendary gift pokemon. you can send mythical pkmn, i just might not accept it. depends on how i feel in the moment

pelipper malice is kinda iffy. feel free to send it in, but I might delete it if I don’t like it

same for musharna equivalents!! ^

sentient pokemon are ok if we keep it within the context of rotomblr being across the multiverse (although Alwin’s a pokemon, he’s a legendary so it’s different. the concept of regular pokemon using technology is foreign)

magic anons are fine- I’ll prob just be choosy with them

I have names of important ask-sarah-and-co chars highlighted in different colors! for fun :)

Hisui chars are welcome to interact! Specifically mentioning volo bc he got up to some shenanigans and is facing punishment (along w Cyrus lol)

//Divider credits: x / x

#pinned #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokeblr #pokeblogging #eebydeeby irl #faller irl #monster hunter stories 2 #mhs2 #mhs2 alwin #monster hunter #//posted for my bday :)

[tartigglez]

Childe 💛 :)

"ten-twenty"

・❥・HELLO THIS IS EIGHT YEARS LATE I AM SORRY I APOLOGISE SOZZLES

・❥・childe x gn!reader

・❥・0.6k

・❥・childe is, kinda a bitch? idk? i don't like the way i wrote him? uhhh, reader bopped into the fatui, zhongli gets a lil cameo bc why tf not (NO ZHONGCHI, NO.), banter? kinda crack, literally just d a n g e r ??? this is very hard to summarise, mention of injury, also for no apparent reason this feels very similar to this.

childe x 💛

the chasm had a horrid air. it was humid, but cold somehow, and you were -for lack of a better term- petrified. 

curse this risk-taking boyfriend of yours, first he’s convincing you, a liyuean, to join the fatui, and now he’s taking you somewhere every person in liyue is told not to go practically from the moment they are born!

“i hate you, seriously” you whispered at him, holding on to his arm for dear life, clinging like a barnacle to one of the boats in the harbour. 

“no you don’t” he giggled, “listen, now that you’re in training, you gotta learn to cope with scary things. besides, i’m right here, y’know nothing that bad can happen with mighty harbinger number eleven by your side!” 

you reach up to his head, as if about to pull him in for a kiss, before your hand travels further than expected to his forehead, landing a flick fair in the middle of it. 

“HEY!” he exclaimed, rubbing over the afflicted area with his fingertips “i need that forehead for my backup modelling career!” 

“modelling career my butt, you can’t sit still for more than three seconds!” you glare at him, and he simply gazed back, an exaggerated pout presenting itself on his lips, looking like a lost puppy.

“don’t make that face at me chil-” he placed his fingertips over your lips, an interruption. his face was suddenly serious, eyebrows furrowed. “did you hear that?” he asked, removing his hand from your face, and you froze in place. he had keen senses, meaning that if he heard something, there was almost definitely something there. 

then you heard it too. a loud, mechanical noise, you thought it might’ve been a ruin guard at first, which would have been easy enough for you to take out, but no. it was something bigger, because the ground began to shake beneath the pair of you. 

“run! go!” he shouted to you, pointing to a passageway the two of you had previously travelled. 

“but-” 

“GO!" he announced, “i’ll find you when i know it’s safe” 

left with no choice, you darted for the passage, hoping he would be following behind. you were scared, so much more scared than when you came in.

after a couple of minutes of running, you found a small concave in the side of the tunnel. you collapsed down to the ground, attempting to catch your breath, damp air filling your lungs, almost more than the fear did. shortly after you heard footsteps, praying to rex lapis it was ajax. 

heavy breathing danced its way into your ears, puffs that could not be mistaken for anyone other than him. he was walking with a moderate pace, eyes searching for you. you gripped onto a rock nearby, pulling yourself to walk back out to the passage, meeting his stumbling figure, now hunched over. he wasn’t visibly injured, just looked tired.

“chi! are you okay?” you asked, placing your hands on his shoulders. he looked up, removing tousled auburn hair out of his eyes. 

“yeah, of course i'm okay!” he smiled brightly, a complete change of expression feigning his exhaustion.

“are you hurt? you crazy idiot! you have no sense of danger!” you searched him up and down for any sign of a scrape or cut as you berated him. “aren’t you afraid?”

“no, of course i’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, giggling.

you grip him by the shoulders once again, “be serious for a minute. did you fight?” you asked, the concern in your voice reaching a peak point. 

“no, i didn’t, but we should get out of here, if you’re really worried” he said, gripping your hand before continuing his route up the tunnel, but you stopped him, stepping in his way you wrap your arms around his waist, and bury your head in his chest.

“don’t do that again, idiot”

“i won’t, m’sorry” 

taglist: @lioria @celestetalkstoomuch

sfw masterlist

© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe fluff #childe x reader #tartaglia fluff #tartaglia x reader #genshin fluff

[aetherarf]

hi!! i never really ask for requests so idk if i’m doing this right, but could you maybe do like childe or kazuha (you can choose!! idm) showing up to the readers house at night, injured from like a fight or something

You're doing it right :D! You just state what you want. I did Childe because he's just kinda a disaster like that.

[[ TW: INJURY, WOUNDS, GORE ]]

[[ Summary: Childe was always out there, fighting and destroying and causing so, so many problems. Only sometimes did his chaotic nature catch up to him. ]]

[[ Word Count: 1'534 Words ]]

Seeing Childe injured wasn't the most uncommon thing in the world, not when he was the way he was... But when you opened your door to the sight of him, torn to pieces like a walking corpse, skin pale as a ghost and limping like the dead... All with a lovestruck grin on his face, like he wasn't half dead...

Well, that was bad, even for him.

You didn't wait for even a second, already helping support him, a small part of your soul flying away when he groaned in pain from the gesture, but he began leaning his weight into you anyway as you helped him towards the nearest chair, heedless of any blood or dirt or whatever residue he'd leave from being dragged through the Abyss and back... again, from what it looked.

He sat down with a heavy thud, and the wooden chair creaked beneath the strain and effort, but did not wobble nor break, just remained sturdy as it needed to, Childe breathing heavily, his head flopped back and eyes rolled back, too exhausted to even try anything else but to breathe, to force air into his poor, battered lungs.

You delicately set your hand on top of his, and he lifted his head slowly, then it began to loll off... when he was so weak like this, with those dull eyes, he really did look...

Dead.

But he was there, still breathing. One near-death beating wasn't going to end him.

Or multiple, anyway.

"I'll be right back," You reassured, and...

He laughed.

But it was almost like a sob- after all, crying and laughing were two sides to the same coin. The noise was pained, like a great beast that was just speared through the heart, letting its last regrets known. But he still looked at you, the tears in his eyes almost enough to make them look shiny and lifelike.

Almost.

It didn't help that he was still smiling, a smile that would be so very charming and a little arrogant, if every other muscle in his face wasn't screaming out in misery.

"I don't want to be alone." He replied, his voice quivering so very gently like a child afraid of the dark, in a place he didn't know or understand.

But he did.

Which meant something worse.

You promised again, "I'll be right back. I don't want to lose you." This time, when he laughed, it was a little less pained, more amused... Amused that you feared his death when he didn't fear his own.

But slowly, the laugh faded away to gentle sounds of weeping, and then silent. In horror, you half wondered if death finally claimed him, but the way he nodded was too lifelike, unable to be the body simply tensing from a final passing.

With a gentle squeeze to his wrist, you darted away, grabbing the bandages, cotton pads, and anything you could think you needed. At the very last moment, as you were about to return to him, you grabbed some medicine and water- something to help take the edge off for him. Even if he didn't want it, he should drink something. The medication would just be a little kick in the right direction.

When you finally found your way back to him... He looked utterly pitiful. In all that time, he only managed to just get his coat off [or, rather, the scraps of it that remained] and piled them into a sad pile on the floor.

With one, less injured arm, he was trying to pull off his shirt but groaned in the pain and effort it took. Not letting him suffer a single ounce more than he already had, you carefully helped him get it off, and when the fabric was off over his head, and you tossed it into his clothes... he exhaled softly, looking up at you with a small smile.

"You're back," he breathed.

"I said I would be," you replied, and he lowered his head, nodding in agreement.

Had he really thought you wouldn't be back?

Instead of dwelling on such thoughts, you helped get the medicine into his mouth, quickly pressing the cold glass to his lips, tilting it slowly so he could get the bitter medicine off of his tongue, and you helped him drink- Every time you did, he tried to drink more than you offered.

"Calm down, don't waterboard yourself," You chided delicately, and helped him empty the glass, and as soon as you pulled it away, he coughed weakly, unable to muster any more strength to clear his airways, then panting softly with the tears rolling down his cheeks.

You'd wipe them away if you didn't have more important things to tend to.

Methodically working from the top down, you tried your best to wipe down the worst of the residue from his wounds, cringing when a half-scabbed wound would tear and bleed, but you could only do so much.

Carefully bandaging them, not too loose not too tight, helping him get out of everything except the absolute bare minimum, taking time to bandage even his torn thighs and calves...

What demon did he go to war with, after all?

You could ask later. He'd certainly be happy to share when he wasn't half dead. Or perhaps three-fourths dead, from the looks of him.

After a painfully long silence, and a few too many stolen glances to make sure he was still breathing, you were done, standing up and looking over him. There were a few areas unbandaged, such as smaller scrapes that you weren't sure needed it, but... you also didn't want to use too much, he was uncomfortable as is. More than, probably.

He looked utterly awful, but he was alive, which was more than enough.

"Thank you," Childe finally said, in a whisper, "I probably shouldn't have made a mess, though..."

You looked at the destroyed fabrics, and then just rolled your eyes,

"Don't worry about that. I'm just worried about you." Did he smirk? Just for a second? It didn't matter. "Are you okay?" You asked, and he nodded slowly,

"I will be... you're here." He replied weakly, "I should've gone to... Dottore or something..." Childe admitted- mused, rather, "But I didn't... really think about it. I was here before I did. I guess..." He took a pained breath, "My feet led me here, or... something poetic. I don't know..." He laughed, "I'm so fucked up."

You sighed softly. He was, indeed, fucked up.

"Let's get you to bed," You said elegantly, ignoring his words and your thoughts.

"Cuddle?" He asked with a grin,

"I don't think that's a good idea," Typically, cuddling someone who was half injured to death was never worth it. Exhausting already devastated muscles and opening old wounds.

"Yeah..." He agreed, "... Stay with me, though?" He asked, his voice small and pitiful.

Well... how could you say no, when he asked so sweetly?

With more than some struggling, you managed to get him out of the chair and to walk, half his weight on you- Which wasn't even the real issue. He was big- Lanky. It was sort of hard to help him when he struggling to even control his own limbs, stepping forward awkwardly and having to drag himself forward with each motion, like a puppy that just had a growth spurt and didn't know how to handle its newfound size and legs long enough for running.

Even with his awkward size, he still held strength, you could feel them tense beneath your hands as you helped him move, while he looked just awkward, there was more than what met the eye.

Hidden strength, hidden power. One of the most useful tools is to not let the enemy know what they're dealing with.

Eventually, you got him into your bed, thankful you didn't make it and you could just help him get in with as few fast, harsh motions, or flopping as possible. Instead, just helped him lie, and when his face scrunched up in discomfort, you helped prop up whatever you could to help alleviate his pain.

"... Will you stay in bed with me?" He asked quietly, "Just, ah... the other side of the bed." He clarified, even quieter than before.

Since when was Childe so... reserved...?

Perhaps he was just so rattled that he was if only for these brief, delicate moments, a young boy again, who wanted to be around the people that made him feel happy and safe when he was unsure.

While you never wanted him to be hurt, this behavior was endearing... Like when a child was sick, and they were so weak but so kind and delicate and even cuddly. Just small things that you wanted to cradle.

Were he not a big, adult man that was seriously injured that cuddling or cradling could cause him more pain, you'd be tempted.

"I'm not going anywhere." You agreed as you pulled the blankets over him, to shield him from the nip in the air, and crawled into the other side. No cuddling, but you did reach over, and rest your hand on his wrist.

A delicate reminder.

You're not going anywhere.

Everything's okay.

#genshin impact #genshin childe #childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #childe #anonymous #bark writes #angsty bark #request #tw injury #hurt and comfort

[philliamwrites]

Tw for body image issues

Ok, so what about eren x virgin reader. Shes kinda nervous, 1 for the pain, cause his hands are bigger then hers, let alone his dick so shes a bit 💫scared💫 but erens just super sweet and gentle and saying how they can stop whenever. Reader also wants to fuck with the lights off. Erens taking off her clothes but shes still covering up and hes saying shes beautiful but she says something like "but u havnt seen all of me, u may not like the rest" and he is just 💫not havin it💫 cause he thinks shes beautiful, he will not tolerate a debate rn. he grabs her wrists to hold above her head so she cant cover up and just goes to town kissing all down her body, then he gets to down there and says something like "hmm, idk if u deserve my tongue rn, only good girls get what they want. Be a good girl and say ur beautiful for me" so she does but hes not playing fair, he goes back to her neck and leaves hickeys all the way down her body. Just adoring her, being all sweet and saying all this nice stuff. But also being dirty cause boys got a mouth on him xD

He is just relentless in his praise, but also mean cause he knows you wanna go the easy route and cover up and shy away, but he is refusing. He will pick u up and fibger u against the wall, just to prove ur not heavy. Boy will eat u out for hours but u can only come when hes convinced that u beleive him.

"Say it, or ill stop right now..."

"Fine, im pretty, now plz let me cum!"

"I can hear it in your voice that your just saying that, i need u to beleive it" and thr fucker just keeps teasing u like that.

Mans is ruthless 🥴🥴

Sorry it took me a while to get back to you nonny!!

But damn, why you hitting me so hard where my own insecurities lie omggg 😭😭😭

Warnings: fem!Reader x Eren; mirror sex, vaginal sex, cockwarming (kinda)

But for real, listen, Eren would make sure your first time with him goes as smooth as possible. Mr. Tough-Guy Tattoos On His Knuckles’ favourite movie is Up and HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC. He’ll make sure that you feel safe and damn, he’s been in relationships before, but he’s never felt THIS driven to put his everything into making sure that you feel save, loved, and understood.

I’m talking about him going the extra mile to make it all as comfortable and inviting and relaxing as possible. Clean bed sheets (smelling like him), some nice candles for the mood, your favourite comfort movie, take-out. You guys would also have had long conversations about do’s and don’ts, something that Eren was very adamant on having even though you were unsure and afraid that it would prove more how unexperienced you are.

But when you two fuck, he’s so super aware and tuned to how you react to everything he says, every time he touches you. My boy can’t comprehend how you can’t see how absolutely drop dead gorgeous you are—the face you make when he drills into you, the sweet moans floating to his ears when he drapes your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, the way your body jerks and spasms when you’re so high on pleasure that your eyes roll back—he’s like a man on a mission to make you see it for yourself.

So I’ll raise you one: MIRROR SEX. EREN WILL FUCK YOU WHILE MAKING YOU WATCH YOURSELF IN A MIRROR. You know it. I know it. We all know it. He finds something he needs to do and it’s all he’ll think about until it’s done. Having you on his lap, bouncing you on his dick as though your life depends on it, all while looking at yourself.

“Still thinking you’re not pretty?” he mumbles against your neck, scraping the tender flesh with his teeth. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you can already see bruises forming.

“I—I’m—” You can’t even form a full sentence, mind foggy with pleasure. Your whole body is tense from how crazy good Eren’s dick feels. Seeing how it disappears inside you, how easily he moves you on top of him as though you weigh nothing (it makes you think vulgar, nasty things, something new you’ve learnt about yourself: that you’re just a fleshlight for Eren’s pleasure, that he can use you however he wants, fill you up whenever he wants and somehow thinking this makes your blood run hotter, your quivering thighs putting more effort into moving your body on top of his)—

“Fuck, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Eren asks. He slings an arm around your waist and holds you still, which gives you a pause from him abusing your hole with his ridiculous large dick, but now there’s constant pressure against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your head rolls back on his shoulder and you take big, deep breaths, trying to relax.

“Babe, come on.” His hands wander up to your tits, squeezing them, pinching your hard nipples. “We agreed you wouldn’t look away.”

“It’s just… so much,” you reply, your voice thick with pleasure. Eren’s hands stop exploring your body for a moment.

“Want me to stop?”

Just the thought sends a bolt of horror through you. You quickly shake your head, not trusting your own voice. Eren chuckles into the crook of your neck.

“Then open your eyes for me. Pretty please.”

You blink your eyes open. Eren rewards you with a sweet kiss to your cheek. His hands knead your tense muscles in your thighs, your lower back. “That’s my good girl.”

Another new thing you’ve learnt: hearing Eren’s praises makes your knees wobble and warmth spread inside your chest. You want to be good for him. You want to please him and make him happy. When he taps your chin tenderly, you turn your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“See, so pretty for me. You think so too, don’t you? That you’re beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful angel.”

His honey-smooth voice is like sweet balm to your heated skin, but the words are flames burning you from the inside. Instinct dictates you to hide your face, draw into yourself like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Since you take too long to answer, Eren catches your chin between thumb and index finger and forces you to look back at yourself in the mirror. “You gotta say it too. Or else I won’t move.”

“Ohhh, come one, Eren. Please,” you whine, circling your hips to get some friction. He stops you by holding onto your waist.

“Say it. Or else we’ll stop.”

He leaves you no wiggling room—literally.

“’m pr’tty,” you mumble, not meeting your own eyes in the reflection.

“What?” Eren runs his mouth along your jawline. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I—I’m pretty,” you repeat, a little louder but your voice quivers and your heart isn’t into it.

Eren, of course, notices.

“Hmmm, you don’t sound too convinced to me.” He squishes your cheeks with one hand while the other sneaks down, past your soft belly to where you two are connected. “How about this: you say it like you mean it and I’ll reward you.” To give you a taste of his promise, he brushes the rough pads of his fingers over your clit in slow, lazy circles. “Try again.”

This man is no joke 🥵🥵

He’ll give you plenty opportunities to rethink your opinion on yourself because he’ll worship your body and tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are every chance he gets. NEXT STEP: TEACHING YOU HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF WITH SOME SOFTLY GUIDED SELF PLEASURING JESUS SOMEONE LOCK THIS GUY UP—

#phill.ask #phill.request #phill.nsfw #tw.nsfw #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren smut #eren x you smut #eren x reader smut #tw.vaginal penetration

[jaredthebc]

Yokai Watch was on the brain earlier so I brainstormed a mini Yokai Watch X Pokemon Black and White AU! (Note that I haven’t really seen all the Yokai Watch Media, my main source of knowledge is the 1st game and the things people have told me over the years) ramble in the keep reading!

My main idea is Hilbert, Bianca and Cheren are the main core of friends the series follows, as well as Hilda later on. Initially, Hilbert is the only one with a Yokai Watch, which was a gift given to him from a random man (Alder) near Mount Wildwood (note the locations will probably be adapted to be more similar to Unova/New York, I’m using the canon names from Yokai Watch for a lot of things just cause I haven’t fully plot stuff out yet) though later on Bianca and Cheren will probably get their own watches too. Hilbert just figures the man was being generous, or just had something he needed to get rid of

Later when the trio are in the woods, Hilbert runs into an Oshawott Yokai, and befriends it. Bianca and Cheren are in on the Yokai deal right away, but Hilbert choses to keep it secret from his mom, and twin Hilda. Basically think of the Unova trio as something similar to Danny Tucker and Sam from Danny Phantom (and Hilda as like Jaz, honestly the main reason Hilbert didn’t tell her is because he knew she would probably use Yokai for mischief...and when she finds out she honestly does what he feared lol but she has a good heart). When Cheren and Bianca get watches, they have Snivy and Tepig Yokai’s respectively. Idk if Pokemon are really a thing in this universe, but stuff like gyms aren’t a thing and its way more slice of life

Oshawott, Snivy and Tepig can directly talk to the ones who scan them with the watch (like every Yokai in the series basically) though they don’t evolve. Evolution *is* a thing in the series, but its basically never brought up so I’m not gonna bother lol. They act like companions to each of their “trainers”, though are far less knowledgeable than Whisper is in the main series, so the trio has to basically work it out themselves how the Yokai stuff works with only surface level help from their Yokai

Now to contrast the slice of life...Team Plasma are 100% a thing, but they are more underground, like conspiracy theorists in a cult. They aren’t stealing publicly, more working in the shadows to use the Yokai knowledge for their schemes

N is a thing here, but he’s much more lowkey in his Plasma aid than he is in Black and White. He has the ability to see and hear Yokai without the use of a Yokai Watch, as well as being able to firmly grasp a medal to summon a Yokai by hand. I like to think he has the colors of the Yokai Watch in his eyes as a sort of heterocromia. He starts as somewhat of a frenamie for the crew, meeting with Hilbert to teach him about Yokai and such, while stealing the medals Hilbert and crew they earned over the course of the series for Plasma, as well as other schemes that weren’t like directly horrible so they still are on good terms (at least to Hilbert and Bianca, Cheren started hating N the second he first tried to steal medals lol) but is still clearly an antagonist. Over time though, the cult trickery starts wearing off some for N, and becomes much more a friend up to N leaving Plasma. Its not as in depth as Plasma is in the actual game, but still very much a cult in nature N needs to leave

Overall the whole thing has a Saturday Morning kinda vibe, but isn’t afraid to get mildly serious when needed for plot events. Its sort of a more serialized thing than the main Yokai anime, though not as heavy as the Gen 5 games are (no kids are gonna get stabbed with ice...as far as I know so far SIDUHEFUIHF)

#pokemon black and white #gen 5 #trainer hilbert #trainer hilda #rival cheren #rival bianca #team plasma #n harmonia #yokai watch #AU #pokemon au #yokai watch au #idk how much I will continue this my yokai fixation isnt fully in force rn #BUT ill keep it in mind. others are allowed to expand on this btw!!! #i wanna at least design N and draw the crew with the watches for the fun of it #I miss yokai watch a lot :[

[adoretbz]

[7:09PM]ㅤjacob x gn!readerㅤ|ㅤgenre: angst, comfortㅤ|ㅤ warnings: noneㅤ|ㅤwc: 0.5kㅤ|ㅤnote: kinda sad?? idk

you stared at the empty night sky. so many thoughts filled your head. a breath of fresh air helped you clear the heavy clumps in your heart. the tears that rolled on your face had dried from the cold winter air. all you can think is about how you love jacob so much and you treasure your relationship. but it’s unavoidable to have days where you feel tired of arguing and understanding him.

you hated fights. you would rather give up your side just to avoid conflicts. you’re used to bottling up your feelings but you can’t ignore that they hurt you. you were too caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice jacob take a seat beside you.

“y/n,”

jacob looked guilty and apologetic, seeing you look so broken and fragile. he felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. he never meant to hurt you, but the stress took over him and he said words he regretted later. it took him some time to think, before coming to find you after you left the room. he reached out to hug you. both of your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of each other. you sobbed in his chest, eyes shut and your hand gripping his shirt.

“i’m sorry. i never should have said that.” you cried harder after hearing his apology and he held you tighter.

“i love you so much that i care a lot about what you think about me. so when you said...” you coughed, words struggling to come out from you.

“it was wrong. i never thought of you that way. i only thought about myself, and that was so selfish of me. i care about you the most and... and i’m so afraid of losing you.” jacob buried his head on your shoulder. “i love you. please forgive me.”

you said nothing. the sound of the wind gushing and busy streets filled the silence between you two. but for jacob, the silence pierced his ears, and waiting for you to say something felt like forever as if the time stopped. he doesn't have a clue to what you might be thinking but he felt like this could be it. you're going to break up with him.

you didn't reply yet because you calmed yourself down and gathered your thoughts after hearing his apology. you stared at him, taking the moment to see if he really meant it. and he did. his eyes were tearful but they spoke so much of how he loves you.

“i can’t imagine myself leaving you.”

somehow you managed to say it without cracking your voice. silence enveloped the two of you again, never letting go of each other's hands. a small snowflake fell between you two and you followed its path until it reached his lap. you looked around and saw more snowflakes fall around you. you smiled at the beautiful sight of the place slowly coated in white. jacob felt relieved seeing you smile again and it brought a smile to his face too.

“it’s the first snowfall of the year,” he mentioned.

“let’s play with it.” you grinned at him and he took your hand, dragging you to stand and twirl at the beautiful snowfall. you landed on his chest, making you both giggle. "i love you."

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #tbz imagines #tbz x reader #the boyz x you #tbz x you #jacob bae #the boyz jacob #jacob tbz #jacob imagines #jacob the boyz #jacob x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz timestamps

[aclulessidiot]

Okay I am going to rapid fire a few Supernatural episodes now.

1x2 Wendigo

Solid follow up to the first episode, very Blair witch of them. Also that vision of Jessica was mean. I know I didn’t really know her, but I like Sam and Sam liked her so I’m sad for him. This episode kinda showed how this show is not gonna hold back, like the image of Dean and that girl being trapped in a cave was pretty well done. And the bones and stuff good touch. 7/10

1x3 Dead in the Water

I just watched an entire family get massacred what the hell. I am only three episodes in and they have pulled character out of Dean I didn’t know was there. This little boy lost his father and is traumatized and Dean is just so sweet to him. This man wants to be a dad bad huh? And don’t think I missed Dean talking about how hard it is to lose a parent and try to move on. The writers wanted you to know this guy needs help and it’s only episode three. I mean he even sits there and colors with the kid. It is not fair. Also of course Sam slays. I’m starting to see a pattern with him and woman. He’s very sensitive and not afraid to be seen as slightly ‘effeminate’ unlike his brother. Dean is almost afraid of being demasculinized and it’s certainly interesting (in a good way). 8/10

1x4 Phantom Traveler

This episode is just funny. Everything that has to do with the plane is the greatest thing ever. 1. Dean’s fear of the plane is great because Jensen Ackles face must be made out of play-dough. I swear every season his face is twisted in a new way I am loving it. 2. The plane looks like it was rendered on a PS2. I kid you not that thing is so low res with the stupidest little lighting coming out of it. It was a travesty that they did not show that off more. I needed more of that plane. But then the episode ends with them finding out their dad is alive and calling people. Which makes me confused cause how does this keep going for 15 seasons if they can just track their dad now with their phones, or if their dad is tracking them and like waiting for them? Did they think this show was gonna be one season? 7.5/10

1x5 Bloody Marry

While this episode wasn’t super heavy with lore or anything I enjoyed it. I really hope the show keeps doing folklore stuff or popular ghost myths like this. Not only is it really interesting but I feel like I’m learning something idk. There isn’t much to say for this episode, but it didn’t suck so 6/10.

1x6 Skin

So Dean is dead. Or at least a guy who looks like him. Honestly for people who are constantly breaking the law being declared dead is probably a good thing. But aside from that I HATED THE SHAPESHIFTING SCENE. On one hand practical effects my beloved. On the other hand, KILL IT KILL IT BUTN IT WITH FIRE. Overall 6.5/10

1x7 Hook Man

SAM’S GETTING GIRLS LET’S GOOOOOOO!!! Give this man happiness please. Also again this was a fine episode. The hook guy is as if they mixed the guy from I Know What You Did Last Summer and Jack the Ripper together into a weird hybrid and I am lowkey here for it. I also am a sucker for water themed ghosts, I know he wasn’t really ‘water themed’ but it was close enough. 7/10

-Clu

#spn #supernatural #supernatural sam #supernatural dean #supernatural season 1

[ariesbilly]

i do. i do like krabby patties. people are just sososo block heavy when they see anything to do with billy* and i am literally just afraid to lose access to some of my favorite blogs/creators for my other ship(s). which is dumb and cowardly but THAT's why i have a side blog for billy boi. i just need to be better about loading the queue instead of just saving everything as a draft.

*i am all for blocking! cultivate your online spaces and all that. but sometimes it feels a little excessive when maybe blocking a tag could suffice...but fandom has changed a lot in the time i've been gone until now. i am still adapting to this being the new standard.

ps: you are my favorite. i love seeing when you've posted something new. <3

pps: i am likely not a blog you're referring to (fancy coordinated header / icon / etc; nor do i have any large following), but it applied to me nonetheless so i figured i'd pop in.

I kinda get your position because there’s blogs that gif rare fandoms I enjoy (shows that like MAYBE 3 people gif lmao) and under normal circumstances I’d block them cuz they’re annoying as shit but because I want access to content I can’t get anywhere else I begrudgingly keep following them 😂

But in the other hand I’m a petty spiteful person so any billy antis I see who post other fandoms I’m in (which honestly is rare idk what it is but me and the billy antis do not be watching the same shows/movies. Because I have taste and they don’t) I’m like “well I don’t want to promote this bitch anyway!” I have sometimes in the past anyway. But again…petty and spiteful and I like knowing I’m putting a billy url/icon in their notifications.

Where was I going with this … fuck them hoes I guess is my point lmao all this cuz people piss themselves over people liking a character get over yourselves

#briana answers things