#ash talks💅

[abyssruler]

i don’t want dottore to have a sad backstory that would make us sympathize for him. i want him to be just a guy who decided he didn’t want to be a normie then popped off and became second of the fatui harbingers

#me when dottore commits war crimes: 🥰🥰 #my lil skrunkly #the ​hehehahahoho laugh will always be remembered </3 #yah we got his (speculated) backstory from his days in the akademiya #and honestly love him for it #he slayed 😍💅 but he also slayed 😱💀 #also the description from the artifcact where pierro recruited him #zandik stay slaying #dottore #ash talks

[millerscoffee]

dancing is a dangerous game | part one

you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars.

5.5k | joel miller x f!reader

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rating: 18+ MDNI

tw: brief mentions of using your body for trading purposes, you shoot at joel miller????, light dub-con but that goes away quickly

warnings: post-outbreak au. no ellie. angsty smut, semi-dom!reader and dom!joel so that's fun, power struggle, age gap (joel is 56, reader is late 20s or early 30s), enemies to lovers, voyeurism (f watching m), masturbation (m and f), pet names/degrading names (baby, honey, darlin', brat, bitch, slut, etc.), dirty talk, choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, spanking, p in v (unprotected - wrap it up folks), joel is mean but not unkind. no use of y/n.

summary: inspired by "cowboy by me" by our lord and savior taylor swift. this is a post-outbreak world and joel has his own land. think bill, but a little less... deranged. kind of. you essentially are a raider, but make it fashion. when you stalk joel's cabin for the third day, that's when you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.

A/N: hi, i'm bee! this is my first fic on tumblr, and my first stab at this whole stratosphere. longtime listener; first time caller 💅. i was ALSO inspired by an ask i saw on @swiftispunk's page (hi! i love your writing sm??) and kinda just... ran with it. i honestly wasn't anticipating writing stuff during the outbreak, so i apologise if it's not quite right. imagine me living during that time with a tube of lipgloss and one (1) bullet in my pocket just in case. this... may be a series. i don't know yet. see ya! enjoy!!!

The first time you meet Joel Miller is down the barrel of your gun.

You can hear your father's voice telling you 'Back out, girl. Don't get too big for your britches.' Look where that got him. His ashes against your chest in a makeshift pendant necklace, buried by your clothes.

Still, you listen.

"It don't have to be like this," you drawl with index over the trigger guard. You've heard of him. Joel Miller. He's notorious, and even though you've kept to yourself most of your life, his name still roamed throughout the abandoned towns you passed. Someone always owed him, and he always owed somebody.

Your dad would've been older than him, but not by much. You knew of the world before this, was just a little thing. Still, you heard stories undulate from your father's southern voice that mostly left you bored on long days searching for food or shelter. You'd give anything to hear them now.

Part of you died when he did.

You were young when the outbreak happened. Resourceful, your father made it work in raising you. Taught you how to fend for yourself, rely on no one. Which was no easy feat considering how unbelievably stubborn you were. Were? Are.

Maybe he loved you. Maybe it was the chip on his shoulder. The kind of anguish that comes from not being able to give your mother the same kind of life. A promise to her.

Yes, you were young when the outbreak happened, but flashbacks of her getting attacked by a clicker burn you alive at night.

"Y'er on my land." A gruff voice calls you back to reality. Few words for someone who held your life in his hands. His own gun pointing back at you. Of course it would be.

"I was just passin' through." The lie flies through your teeth. You had been circling the place from a reasonable distance for a few days now. Scoping out when this man in front of you was his busiest, when he patrolled, when he slept. This was a heist situation, no doubt about it.

"Bullshit. This s'the third fuckin' time I seen you 'round here. And it's y'er last."

Shit. Fucking shit.

Your eyes dart to the side, really trying to pattern a plan in escaping but your breathing would say otherwise as calm and collected as it was.

In any other situation, you wouldn't be so willing to comply, but considering he's got you cornered and his gun is quite literally cocked and ready to go – you're not exactly in the position to make hasty decisions.

Goddammit if there wasn't something about him that made you nervous.

"Listen. Just was lookin' for somewhere to sleep. It's fuckin' cold and your stables look warm." Your head tilts in the direction of a lone horse's home in a bed of hay, and you're not fully lying. It's not that you have set up camp by any means, but you've noticed.

"We could trade. You give me y'er ammo, and I g–"

"You give me your cock, I get it. You really could be more original." You were used to this. Bartering, some might call it. Living out here on your own was dangerous, and running into men who wanted to use your body in order to get supplies wasn't that uncommon. If they were that kind, even. You'd heard the horror stories.

Albeit, most of these men met your gun in the end. Enabling you acquire their supplies, keep all yours, and your dignity. Win/win.

"...I give you the pleasure of livin' another day. Really? Y'think it's that easy?"

There was something in the way Joel says this that makes you grateful for the jacket you're wearing. Goosebumps prickle your skin, bile creeping up your throat and you will it back down again. Y'think it's that easy? As if he thought you wanted it.

If circumstances were different, you'd be rubbing the crimson off your cheeks. Flashing him a sheepish grin in an attempt to resolve whatever misunderstanding there was... but this wasn't the environment to elicit such conversation.

And you weren't that type of person to begin with.

Instead, your index sweeps from guard to trigger when you fire off at his leg. Hasty decisions be damned. You're quicker than him, so why're you tryin' to save him? You're a 'shoot to kill' type of person, and as the bullet grazes past his calf – part of you wishes you had.

Because not only did your bullet not make contact, Joel gets worse. You two lock eyes. His rifle is thrown over his shoulder as he grunts and walks perfectly fine over to you – despite the way his eyebrows knit together, jaw ticked. Was that a grin? Do something, anything – run.

Joel grips the nape of your neck, and you yelp in surprise.

Who the fuck does this man think he is?

His large hand eclipses your wrist as he maneuvers the gun from your hand. The action makes you writhe in pain, and it sends a shiver down your spine to know he's only using an ounce of his power.

You dig your elbow into his ribs despite him stronger than you. Stomping, kicking, punching anything you can find.

"What the fu–"

"Little girl, you picked the wrong one." His breath edges at the shell of your ear, and every sign should be pointing for you to hate this, but it almost feels familiar. Like yourself. It's only then when you worry.

---

You don't realise it, but Joel is pushing you inside his cabin. Keeping your head in direction of the ground, thud of the door heard somewhere behind you.

"You want to be treated like a big girl? Get these fuckin' pants off."

"What... what? No I'm fuckin' not–"

Joel chews up the space between you when he pushes you to the nearest wall. Your back at his chest, a cheek flush against the cabin's support.

Pine, tobacco, and whiskey fill your senses and you bite back the urge to whimper. He wouldn't see you like that.

"You're not? That why you were watchin' me jerk off last night? 'Cuz you don't wanna give it up?"

That alone makes blood creep up your neck and spill over your cheeks. You have to squeeze your legs together to quell the ache.

It was lonely on your own.

Most nights were spent half asleep on a cold, hard surface. Tired and hungry more days than not. You don't remember the last time you got a hot meal, much less been touched. So when you heard Joel's low grunts coming from the window (a window from a cabin you don't know quite yet that he built with his own hands) you become intrigued.

It's in this moment you're certain it must have been the rustling of branches just outside his room. You remember it happening last night, cursing to yourself for making noise. His fist stalled around the girth of his fat cock before spilling his seed over his stomach. As if that is what caused him to come.

It makes sense now, and it equally causes you to become dizzy and filled with rage. You bite your bottom lip, unable to think of a response.

"Mouthy thing ain't got much to say now. Now c'mon. I ain't taking these off you, doin' it y'erself." More of a warning, Joel lets up on his grip on you, but you're defenseless. No weapons, no pack. He's got your world in his hands.

With the newly found space between the two of you, you turn around – back of your head against the wall as your eyes find the other set for, perhaps, the first time. And they're deep. Deeper than you were aware of. Dark, impossibly round. Wrinkles reside on the sides of them, and if you knew any better, you wouldn't admit they were doing something to you.

But not only are you stubborn, you're too forthright to beat around the bush.

"I shot at you, and you want my cunt? You must be lonelier than I a–"

"Now."

Your words don't match your actions as your hands fall by your sides. Fingers play with zipper of your old, faded jeans that have seen better days.

You can't help but snicker an awkward laugh from how he's just watching you. Insecurities rise when you realise you're not laughing at him, but more his eyes on you. How intense it feels suddenly. He wants this. Wants you.

His eyes draw impatiently, broad frame leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

"Ain't got all day. Still considerin' your death."

His arms. Bulging through the fabric of his shirt, his body was built in a way that you could tell he worked with his hands... maybe in his past life, too. Throat dry, you shimmy out of your pants until you're left in your cotton panties.

Ones that you are becoming more aware the condition of. A small pool of wetness forming at the core of you clings to the fabric.

"Top, too."

Is that? It is. Your eyes wander down to see the growing bulge in Joel's pants. Not even the hem of his flannel could hide it. Sure, you'd seen it in its full form the night before, but that was with distance and without the heat rising between the two of you.

You bite your lip without hesitation, pulling the layers of jacket and a handful of tops onto the ground until you're bare. The cool air passes over your nipples and wills them into stiff peaks.

"Ain't you somethin', baby."

That's the first time Joel Miller draws a shaky exhale out of you. All from a single sentence.

When Joel steps over to you, that calm and collected breath is nowhere to be found. Your chest rises and falls at a random pattern, feeling more and more naked by the second as his clothes are completely kept on his body. A purposeful tactic.

He bends down to collect your clothes along with everything else that yours, and you are truly at his will. So busy on the precipice of pleasure that you don't even think about trying to get away.

"Stay."

"Ain't a dog." You glare, standing with your legs brushing together.

"Then quit actin' like a bitch. And quit movin', I'm gettin' to you."

It shuts you up quick, jaw snapping shut. You're certain if he told that to anyone else they'd be reduced to tears, but you can take it. It coils a heat inside the pit of your stomach that you've never felt. Causes your clit to feel as if it's on fire from the need to touch it.

Joel turns on his heel to walk away and it's as if you're able to breathe fresh air from the humidity he brings. You notice he's putting your things and his rifle away on his kitchen counter before coming back to you. He must really trust his ability to keep everything out like that.

Then again, have you even moved in the last five minutes?

The last thing he is, is worried.

You're able to look around, if only for a moment. Though, is it really looking? Your adrenaline is pumping, pupils blown from the fact that not only are you in the house you'd been stalking... you're about to fuck the man in it. And you almost tried to kill him. You definitely didn't miss on purpose. Couldn't have.

All the same, the cabin was nice, and you could take in briefly the light wood – old and weathered. A record player in the corner beside a guitar. This stuff could get you a lot in return, but for whatever reason that doesn't even cross your mind. Maybe your heart beating in your ears is a handy distraction to keep you walking the line.

Your eyes track the rugged man instead.

---

"Here's how this is gonna go," he announces, coming back to you and not phased that you haven't moved a muscle. "You are gonna take your ass over there on the couch. You're gonna make me come, then you're gonna go. Understand?"

"Well... I guess it is that easy."

Your bratty mouth getting you in trouble again. As if you're in the position to say anything. Naked as you are.

---

Joel's jaw ticks forward in a way that makes you feel fear, yet there's a direct correlation between it and the slick gathering between your folds. The same wide hand that gripped the nape of your neck wraps around the front of your throat while he pushes you against the wall, and your shoulders slump – all but folding instantly.

His mouth is inches from yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Listen here. I've been real kind to you. Coulda killed ya day one, tryin' to steal my shit like that. Was gonna be real kind in where I fucked ya, too. Now we're gonna fix that mouth a'yours and fast. Knees. Now." You soon come to know this isn't a suggestion. It's not even a warning. It is what's happening.

It's in the way Joel's hands guide you down onto your knees. He goes for his belt and you hear and see that distinct clang of metal untangle before your very senses. Your mouth waters instantly, teetering into fully giving into this struggle of power.

Joel's hands are calloused. You can tell he takes care of them, but that doesn't hide the wear and tear. Specifically on his fingertips. They grip your jaw roughly, and you choke back a moan as your mouth hangs open pliantly from this. Every nerve ending buzzing to be touched.

"Where'd that bratty girl go, huh? You done bein' big and bad – wanna be a slut, don’tcha?"

Your eyelash splay along your cheeks as you nod, and you feel his grip tighten, tugging your chin up higher.

"Look at me. You want this cock? I need your words. Tell me you wanna be a slut."

You're not sure when it happens, but hot tears run down your cheeks as everything comes to a head. Your body is trembling with raw desire right at your fingertips, just within reach. You can't hold back anymore, it physically hurts to.

"I wanna be a slut for this cock... please."

"Fuck, even a please. Oughta eat you out for that, sugar. Maybe next time."

Your brain is swimming at the thought. Next time?

With his free hand, Joel sets his cock free from his jeans, giving a satisfying smack to his abdomen quickly. No need for another piece of fabric keeping him from getting what he wants as you soon take note he isn't wearing boxers.

There's no denying what you're met with as you get to view it from this close. Joel Miller has a pretty cock. There's a soft, but bulging vein on the underside to match how big and thick it is. The rosy tip greets you, and it's the first time you get to see how much you've turned him on.

Your mouth is drooling while it's pried open and meets the tip of him. A moan from you is instantaneous, yet feels so distant from yourself, it doesn't affect you until much later. The taste of his precum coats your tongue as he slips past your lips and it's all you can experience. Your moans slip in and out of the sloshing sounds of your mouth. Keeping your hands by your sides, you don't tempt to touch him in fear he would pull away, so instead you twirl your tongue around his leaking head. Bob your head up and down in a slow, but sultry rhythm that causes him curse under his breath. He's not stoic above you, he's reacting.

He's clawing for every last bit of the upper hand.

"S'a lot, innit, babygirl? That's alright, you can take it." It's then you can sense Joel's guard slipping. Could be the fact that your mouth is suctioned perfectly around the length of his cock, but his voice gets damn sweeter the longer you go like this. His hips also have no problem in thrusting shallowly every now and then to knock the drool off of your dripping chin.

Even if you could form a thought, you don't know you would.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it out of your face as you maintain eye contact. Intuitive in your approach, he told you to look at him earlier, so maybe he likes it? The groans filling the room lead you to believe you are correct. It feels so removed from who you were moments before: snickering because his gaze felt intimidating. Now, his pupils are blown as they pour into yours and his neck hangs back when your mouth makes those pretty, sloppy popping noises – testing your gag reflexes as you will them to relax.

It's way more intimate than anything you've ever done with anyone you've ever been with, and this stranger is pulling it out of you. Within the mess your brain is in, you remind yourself if you want to stop you can, and not a bit of you does.

The hot tears that were once down your cheeks swell in your eyes once more, but this time from the sheer size of him. You moan vibration after vibration against him, shifting and pushing your cunt against your calf, thigh – anything to feel some sort of friction.

He lets out a growl when he notices you, "Honey, if it's that bad, touch yourself." If your cheeks weren't red before, they are now.

It's him calling you out, slight embarrassingly, but not letting up with his hips. It's the way the embarrassment builds the fire in the pit of your belly. It's your hand pushing inside your panties at the sound of his command. And it's you practically choking on his cock from the gasp you let out through your nose – stunned at how wet you are.

Your fingertips barely brush over your clit when you notice the slick collecting, bubbling right at the very top of your slit and slutty moans fall out of you. Your eyelids droop as you try to keep your gaze up to Joel, but the way your fingertips roll over the hood of your clit in satisfying circles sends you over the edge way quicker than you anticipate.

"Shit, baby. Just like that. You filthy thing, can't hold off another minute longer, can ya? Need it right fuckin' now."

The sound of Joel's deep voice looms overhead as you come completely undone.

Unable to stop yourself, the suction on his cock pops free for a moment. Your moans hitting the air as your eyes roll back. Your body rushing to find each wave of pleasure roll off your back. Joel's cock still nestled in your mouth, but his hips still. "Goddamn, look at that little slut come out. Such a needy fuckin' kitten."

When Joel makes sure you've ridden it out, he pulls his cock from your mouth. Your body feels weak despite how eager your mind is now, face-to-face with Joel's cock, you watch as his scarred hand glides your saliva over his length entirely. It puts you in a trance, quickly getting out of it when he taps his cock against your cheek. "Pretty kitten want this? C'mon."

If your moans felt foreign to you, you don't even know what to do with yourself at the twinge of a grin that spreads on your face. The sheer audacity of his taps right against your fucking cheek. Orgasm-drunk, you shuffle to your feet and Joel has no problem in tossing you – finally – to the couch.

Your back is to him while the front of your body brackets the width of his couch, arms hunched over the back of it, knees dig into the cushions. You're grateful for the lack of eye contact in this position as it gives you a moment to press your face into your bicep, an attempt to collect yourself. But all of it obsolete when you sense Joel's presence at your ass.

His body heat unmistakable to miss. You bite at your own skin, neck craning to behind you to watch him.

"Shit, darlin', look at you. Ass up like this like y'er in fuckin' heat for me." You whine at the fact his clothes are still mostly on, and you know he must be sweating underneath them, but he won't give it to you like that. Not yet, 'maybe next time'. "You know I can't go any further 'til you get a spankin'. Need to be punished for tryin' to hurt me like that. For tryin' to take my things. Ain't right. Need you to learn your lesson."

Where are you? A part of you knows this is a tactic. That Joel is lulling you into a position you can't say no to. It already shows itself in how you're splayed on his couch. Yet, you can't find the person you were before you stepped into the cabin. Not yet, not like this. You nod weakly, and Joel swipes the cotton undies down to your thighs so quickly the rush of air cools the heat of your folds. A flutter runs through you.

"Count. To ten. If you don't, we start over. Say, yes sir."

"Y-yes... sir. Yes sir."

A searing, mind-numbing spank wallops over your ass and it causes your hips to jut forward. Whimper hitting the top of your throat, you almost, almost, forget to count. Everything in your senses distracting you from completing the simplest tasks such as fucking counting.

"O-one." Another. "Twooo." And again. "Th-three!"

You start sniffling by the third smack of his wide hand, and you hear mocking sniffs behind your head. "Aww, pretty baby can't take the hurt she tries to give to others? That must be really tough. Y'heart's bleedin' all over my couch, honey."

Your cheeks burn, you really feel sorry for what you've done. Or at least, what you were planning to do.

The next spank leaves a welt of Joel's handprint across your skin. "FOUR!" Your body begins to feel weak, sliding against the couch, you know talking back is useless as you silent tears stream into your arm.

There are six more blinding slaps to your ass by the time he's done with you, and you feel him pull back when he's through. You imagine him wringing his palms, the roughness of them. You begin to wonder if that's how they got to be so weathered, and pretend not to be weirded out by the ache of jealousy.

"Y'know for somebody whinin' the whole time, your pussy is just droolin' from that," any narrative you wandered off with disappears in its replacement of Joel's fingers gathering slick between your folds. No announcement, just go. It was just within reach, feeling him inside you. You ride the shudder your body makes, licking your lips as you realise the unspoken rule is free and you can speak. "N-need it. Need your cock, please... please." "Need it, and you don't even know my name?" His index and middle finger waste no time in pressing into your aching core. Sounds of your wailing mix with his words as he lurches over, lip close to your ear. "Or maybe you do already."

"Please, please, please," your fingertips grip for the worn fabric of his couch while your hips that try to jut back are quickly halted by his other palm, a strong stopper at the base of your spine. "Not 'til you tell me my name." "I-I don't know. I don't know it, I swear." Joel's thick fingers slip completely out of you and you mewl pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing and he can see every last detail of it behind you. "Last fuckin' time, better tell me the truth." "It's Joel," you cry, hips pushing back against the resistance as much as possible. Anything to be filled again. "Joel. Joel. Joel. I was... I was– I don't know anybody. Not with anybody, I swear! Joel, I swear. Please! Just grew up hearin' your name. I swear on my life, Joel, please! I know I lied, didn't think you'd believe me."

You don't know why you're begging like your life depends on it, but your pleasure surely does, and there's a longer pause than you want lingering behind you. As if you can palpably feel Joel contemplating whether you're being truthful or not. But if there's one thing about you, aside from this moment in this compromising position: you don't answer to anybody.

Joel's cock bottoming out inside of you at the drop of a hat is confirmation enough that he believes you.

And you not only wail, but scream at the stretch and irresistible contact that punches you straight to your gut – right where you can feel the tip of him. Half-moon prints dig into your hips by his short fingernails when he grabs ahold of you and you're on your forearms, head hanging between your shoulders. Your panties keep your thighs straying too far apart if there is such a thing.

"This what you wanted when you watched me?" Joel grips your torso now, pulling you closer to him as you become more upright, his cock more accessible to the spongy spot inside of you and your nipples stand erect, eyes rolling back as it takes all of you not to rest your head back against his shoulder, and you fail. Hard. Your occiput makes contact with his shoulder. Joel brushes your hair back to the side, lips graze but never fully touches the column of your neck. "Thought about this tight cunt last night. Left the window open on purpose, but you knew that already, didn't you, pretty girl? Clever little thing and so fuckin' dirty."

Joel's hand snakes around the front of you, spreading your folds as he dives his fingers over your glossed-over clit your wetness claimed and that sends a whine off of your depraved lips. "That's it, honey. Show me what this cock does to ya. Makes you downright brainless from how well you take it." While his skilled fingers, toy with your clit, the other set of digits graze over your breasts on their way up to your mouth. You take them inside the warmth of your wet mouth easily, rolling your tongue over the digits until you can only focus on the white hot pleasure beginning to boil over. You keep his fingers between your teeth, a faint realisation that you can taste yourself on them. That's what does it.

His hips are relentless as they pound into you, the repetitious slaps of his skin against yours, of his balls tapping your cunt again and again sends you into a place that he knows you're approaching when you tighten and pulse.

"Y'know how tight and wet you feel around me, darlin'? Never had a fuckin' cunt like this. Let it out, let it out, just like you wanna. Just like you did last night around your fingers. Nothin' like this cock though, and you know it now, don't you? Oh, fuck yeah– thaaat's it. Look at you." "Joel... Joel!!!" Joel talks you through it, sending your body diving off the cliff that is your second orgasm. The undeniable gush of your fluids around his cock. His name stays stuck at the your tongue, the constant thud of it vibrates your lungs.

It starts at the attention on your clit. The raw bundle of nerves send signals outward as it spreads down your legs, up your stomach, to your nipples and down your spine. Your brain feels effervescent, toes curl, and it comes back again right to your heart. Your beating heart, wild, and every moan, whimper, scream that comes from you sounds like it is from someone else's chest. But it's yours, and you know that when you start to feel hazy, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

"Good for my cock after all. Ain't ya, baby? Shit."

Your torso leans forward while your cheek rests on the top of your hand that's gripped on Joel's couch, and your body is relaxed and fucked. Comfortably silent, just the way Joel would want you. His cock slips out of you, unable to stop the slew of grunts and groans that acts as an anchor to keep you from slipping under. You lick your lips, looking back at him with a nod, unable to stay silent for long. That struggle of power coming back for vengeance. "That's right. Come all over this ass you ruined. See those handprints? Dirty fucking man, you just met me. Show me how much you enjoyed doing that."

That's as far as you get when you feel the heavy streams of his hot, white come rope over your skin, and for someone who is no position to be smug, you sure do have a shit-eating grin on your face. Pure, and the simplest thing the two of you accomplish.

Joel shakes his head, shallow breaths become him as he staggers back and you pretend not to notice. "Gonna kill me, kid."

"Almost did."

---

You don't know why, but neither of you hold the promise of you leaving right away. You linger, both of you half naked and spent. You take your time cleaning yourself off, slipping your clothes back on. Day becoming night.

You tiptoe into the living room where Joel is unfurled on his couch. His eyes are closed, the back of his head inches away from where the two of you just had sex.

Planning your goodbye, you sit at the edge of the couch cushion, knowing he wasn't really asleep. Just restin' his eyes.

"I am sorry...," you finally say into the dimly lit room, pangs of annoyance fizz at your tongue for even apologising. For shooting him, for trying to steal from him. All of it.

It's not his fault. It's just how you are.

This is dichotomous in relation to your eyes. They're bleary when a yawn pulls deep from within you. As if rest had been climbing up to the surface this entire time.

"Maybe you should be apologisin' 'bout your shitty aim. Could teach you a thing or two." Joel's eyes remained closed, arms crossed. If you could let yourself experience this, you would notice how soft he looks in this moment. Instead, your stomach is recoils in fight or flight.

You're glad he can't see you swallow the knot in your throat.

There was no magical solution for your life, and a part of you wishes you hadn't chosen his cabin to raid. You wish you hadn't met him, because now you could feel yourself want to notice the small things in him. Already.

You felt it dangerous to let anything that close to you.

You scoff to play it off, giving his chest a light shove and very accidentally getting lost in the light landscape of hairs that resides at the top of his flannel. "I could teach you a thing or two." A pathetic response for a pathetically spent human.

"We could both teach each other," he resigns and you're grateful he doesn't point out your lack of wit for how worn out he's made you. Perhaps the smugness settles in the things he doesn't say. Really, it's in what Joel spouts off next that throws you upside down.

"S'why you should stay. One month. That's it."

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't stuttered," your eyes roll and somehow, despite Joel's own being shut, he tuts his teeth. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. You need a place to sleep. Besides, I could use an extra set of hands. Way I see it, best offer you've had in a while. Got a shelf life, though. Don't like to wait."

A part of you is suspicious, and if this man didn't make sure you orgasmed twice, you would suspect yourself to be dead within a matter of minutes.

There's something true about him, though. You're unwilling to look at it directly, but you trust him.

"Fine."

"Gonna need clearer confirmation, darlin'. Really need you to want this if you're gonna stay with me." He knew exactly where to press.

"Fuck, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. I want to stay with you. One month." You try to ignore the grit between your teeth as speak, but your shoulders eventually soften. And you really do mean it. It's just... you're hardened from years of misplaced trust.

Your hand goes to the pendant around your neck subconsciously.

Joel either doesn't notice, or gives you the space.

You're grateful either way.

"That's that, then."

If anyone could understand the concept, it's Joel.

"That's that."

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[0yuri-chan0]

~ Don't leave me ~

Wait.. Wait Sally Face fandom isn't dead? YES! No, because I love sally face like he a murderer but hes my murderer 💅 So you guys like demolished Levi Ackerman and I'm not mad about it. I know this is basic but he's gonna show you his face for the first time. Fluff with a pinch of romance because y'all eat that shit up anyways no more ranting. Enjoy!!

Paring - Sal Fisher (Sally face) x Gn reader

Warnings - None

Genre - Fluff

Yes it was true you and Sal knew eachother for the longest. It also wasn't a secret to the group you liked Sal, well everyone knew. I mean who wouldn't fall hard for the blue haired boy he was sweet and gentle, caring, selfless. Basically near definition of perfect in your eyes. But in his, not so much he didn't see himself like you saw him. He knew he fit the description of a kind soul but definitely not a beautiful one. It was all because of his face, sure you never saw it only Larry, Ash, and Todd had. And if your honest it bugged you a lot, not just because he didn't show you his face no, no, no not that. It was the feeling that he didn't trust you enough to do so. The feeling of sadness that washed over you every time you thought about it. He told you before that it was a hard topic for him to talk about. And you respected that; you really did, it just confused you why you hadn't seen it in all the years of knowing Sal Fisher. So of course you had to find out.

It was a normal day, well not so normal Larry couldn't hang out with you and Sal because he was with Ash at the towns oh so very small mall. Todd said he couldn't hang out because he had a science project which was fine before, you and Sal would hang out all the time doing whatever without the gang. You didn't know why this time was any different. It was awkward you both sitting in his room watching TV as gizmo layed on the bed next to you. Sal on your other side playing on his gear boy. You couldn't help but look at him stealing a couple of glances his way.

Not wanting to get caught staring at him like so many times before. You averted your gaze back to the TV. Now acting like nothing was wrong, it was eating at you and on top of that you didn't think he'd trusted you to show his face. You usually were a outgoing person, a person who voices their concerns. Being quiet was unusual for you and of course Sal noticed, I mean if he did he didn't say anything. You couldn't just blurt out "Sal why don't you show me your face? Do you not trust me?" That would make him anxious and you didn't want to do that to him. I mean who would do that do him? Not you. You looked back at him playing his gear boy. His long slender fingers pressing buttons skillfully might you add. A soft sigh escaping your lips. Trying to hype yourself up to ask him or at least express your feelings. Basically in that moment you were trying to grow a pair as fast as you could.

You opened your mouth and closed it. You needed something to say it could be like 'Sal I need to ask you something' then ease you way into telling him. That was your best option and only option, so you really didn't have a choice. "Sal." You called his name in a soft manner. He only hummed in response not looking away from his gear boy. "Why don't.. Am I the only one who hasn't seen you're face, Sally?" His fingers stop moving in result his character died. His screen showing a red 'Game Over' his head turned to you his eyes focussed on yours.

Did you mess up? Maybe but you really can't think at the moment. You turned your gaze to the floor and exited a deep breath through your nostrils. "What I mean is like. I feel like.. I know I'm. Probably the last to see your face in the gang and I know it takes a lot of trust to let me see it." And there you go, you were rambling nervously because he was looking at you. Your stomach doing flips and heart beating so fast it might give you a heart attack. "You want too see it.. My face?" Now those seven words stopped you from talking. Lifting your head up you looked him in his one good eye the other a prothsic. You nodded your head slowly. "I don't want to force you to show me your face. I want you to be positive you want to." You started picking at your hang skin on your pointer finger. "I want to" Was all he said before he uncliped both the buckles. He held the mask up on his face with his hand and looked down. The gear boy clearly discarded on the bed.

"Don't be scared of me [Y/n]" He said in a shaking voice already very nervous. You sat on your knees facing him on the bed you raised your hand slowly hooking your fingers under his mask. Your pace slow giving him time to pull away if he wanted. He didn't "I would never be scared of you Sal. Your my best fucking friend." He let out a sharp breath when you lifted his mask. His heart was pounding his plams sweaty. He quickly grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Promise me you won't leave me.." His voice wavered while he spoke. Your gaze soften and a pleasant, calming smile appeared on your face. "I wouldn't dream of it." You truly did love Sal. You looked him into this eyes while he retracted both of his hands back to his side.

You slowly pulled his prosthetic away from his face. Once you saw his face your grip tightened on the plastic mask. His face had a lot of scarring. His nose was deformed as well as his jaw. His jaw was crooked his cheek torn showing some of his top teeth. You could tell chunks of meat were removed from his cheeks. You could clearly tell his left eye was a prosthetic, it being more dull and only staring straight ahead instead of looking at the ground like his other eye was. You brought your hand to his cheek gently. His flinched soon his eyes finally meeting yours. "You're beautiful.." Was all you could say your thumb stroking his cheek gliding over his scars gently. Tears falling from his eyes with ease his hand grabbing your wrist once more. "You really mean that?" He asked in disbelief once you muttered out those two words.

You nodded and leaned forward your lips connecting with a bit of difficulty. You knew this man was touched starved so you let him get use to it. His lips were kinda chapted and the kiss was kinda clumsy but it felt so good at the same time. You felt him visibly relax as you pulled away with a small smile on your face only to be pulled back by his hands behind your neck reconnecting your lips to his. The kiss got more desperate, and more needy.

You finally pulled away with a airy chuckle. "I mean it." He smiled it honestly amazed you how you never saw him smile but it was better then you imagine. "I want... Will you be lover?" You grin and kissed his forehead. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear those words." He laughed and grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. "How long?" He said with a raised brow. "Too long" you mused and kissed him again.

At least you finally know what's under the mask and its beautiful...

Its finished! I had a hard time with this for no reason. Thank you for reading. I have another problem the you guys can solve 🙏 I have no clue what to write next so my request are open to you! Please use it 👀

#sally face x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sally face #sal fisher x y/n #Sal Fisher x Gn reader #larry johnson #ash campbell #fluff #sally face game #sally face fanfiction #sally face fandom #x gn reader #i love him so much #my beloved

[daintydongyoung]

*knock* *knock*

I see you like Leehan 🚪

hrjdhwhrh not the knock knock and the door please ash your brain >>>> 😭😭😭💅

i mean yeah and the other day i saw someone post that we could be in the same class at school with the idols our age and now i suddenly remember that one time in my dream when jeongwoo was in my class and he walked towards to me so i was all happy and all only for him to come and tell me to start studying for my finals 🥹🚶🏻‍♀️🫠

no but leehan is cute the way he's talking about fishes man he's adorable 🥺🐠💛

#ash #haechan would be your highschool senior now that's hot #jeongwoo #leehan

[itsyourstarboy]

WHAM

✨Babe OC✨

Baaabe is up next in my redacted listeners! I love how she came out, she’s gorgeous ❤️

Info about them under the cut!

Hot damn 🥵🥵

My Babe is named Pixie and uses she/they pronouns

💅Demigirl💅

5’4”

😳shawty😳

Her hair is naturally blonde, and she dyes it with cheap box dye. The dye is usually a vibrant hot pink when she first puts it in, but after a week it’s already faded into that streaky pastel pink

E-girl babey 🖤

She is dominant most of the time when it comes to sexual intimacy, but very submissive when it comes to basic affection. Poor thing doesn’t know how to handle a compliment.

Tell her she’s pretty and she blue screens

She keeps to herself a lot, having been raised to only speak when spoken to, but if you get her talking she is loud.

Pix just wants to be heard

Their laugh is described as obnoxious by some, but Ash loves it.

It’s a very contagious laugh

Her love language is teasing, so if you think she’s bullying you, she’s actually flirting.

Ash wears one of those bracelets that is locked onto his wrist, and she has the key on a necklace <3

They work middle management at their office job, and they hate it.

However, they’re good at it and it pays well, so they don’t see a reason for leaving.

They’re a master at painting, she’s been practicing for over 10 years.

If she could, she would make a career out of it, but she thinks she can’t.

It was kinda instilled in her from a young age that art isn’t a real job...

Ash has tried to encourage them to profit off of their work, but his attempts have proven fruitless.

She’s definitely painted Ash in the nude (more than once)

The first time, he was just trying to be funny, and stripped in front of their canvas going, “paint me like one of your French girls”.

She was like, “okay, bet,” and now there’s a portrait of Asher hanging in their bathroom.

Milo refuses to use the bathroom when he’s over there.

30% sweet; 15% silly; 40% mom friend; 5% organized; 20% horny

They can’t fight for the life of them, I’m sorry.

She jumps at everything, especially loud noises.

She’ll drop something and her hands immediately fly to her chest to curl into herself as she preemptively flinches at the dreaded clang of object hitting floor.

She can, however, run very fast

And scream very loud

They are so tired of pizza and wings but don’t have the heart to tell Ash, so they just make sure they have dinner plans for every night.

They have some basic cooking skills, not the best, but better than their mate so it’ll do.

She is the BIGGEST sucker for Ash when he’s excited about something. Like she can’t bring herself to ever burst his bubble.

If there’s a movie coming out that she thinks looks like shit, but Ash is really excited about it, she will toughen up and go see the movie with him.

If it ends up being a good movie, sweet! The two of them had an enjoyable date night and now they can discuss the movie on the way home

If the movie ends up being as bad as Pixie predicted, she will have to physically restrain herself from making out with Ash in the theater (because she may be bored, but he’s not)

They’ll leave the movie and Ash will be chatting a mile a minute about everything he loved about it, and they’ll just smile and nod, because they may not have had a good time but Ash is really cute so they don’t care.

But if Ash genuinely asks for their opinion, they’ll be honest.

Just not as brutally as they’d prefer.

She has social anxiety, but she’s used to dealing with it since she works around so many people.

That, and she’s an extrovert, so she has to socialize sometime.

On bad days, where they get headaches from the stress, they’ll wear soft, comfy clothes (which prompts Ash for cuddles because soft, comfy babe)

If she’s at work on these days, Ash will surprise her by showing up during her lunch break with her favorite foods <3

Pet names for Asher include: Hun, Baby, Bugs, Boog, Puppy

They want a chinchilla.

Ash has a fear of chinchillas.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #art #illustration #oc #redacted babe #original character #drawing #redacted babe oc #redacted asmr listener #redacted audio listener #redacted listener #redacted listener oc #redacted fanart #redacted oc #redacted headcanons #listener oc #redacted art #gendered listener #fem!listener #fem coded listener

[caemthe]

@darabeatha said.º

ANDDD KISS MARRY KILL for cú✨ also same rules

KISS

Ashwatthama: Ash is handsome, hot-blooded, great company, and a good fighter, which means Cú would totally ask him to lean down after they're done sparring so he can give him a kiss, and then go for drinks. Dunno, Cú is the type to go with the flow, likes affection and doesn't whack his brain about kissing his buddies. As long as they're having fun, all is fine.

Diarmuid: Something similar to Ash but with the bonus of them belonging to the same homeland and culture so Cú wouldn't have to worry about doing something that might get misunderstood or crossing boundaries. Whenever he felt like it, he would like 'hey, dia! come over here?' and steal a few kisses during a mission or while they're hanging out. Very cute, simple, refreshing.

MARRY

Constantine: He likes the mild-mannered kings with unbreakable willpower and a sense of duty that can take on a crude tone during emergencies, what can I say? Ademas, Constantine resuelve 💅✨ Even though Cú never cared for it, he was a prince so that part checks out. He was also great at maths (administration) and at war tactics, especially when it came to taking the offensive and turning the tables, which I think would be quite convenient for Constantine. Sure, Cú would prefer to be leading the armies than talking to diplomats but he's willing to compromise for the wellbeing of the people and to give Constantine a break.

KILL

Gilgamesh (archer): He's not that Lancer from that hgw, but would only need to be called mutt / mongrel once to know why he needs to kill this guy. It's okay, he has class advantage and protection from projectiles, he'll do Chaldea a favor and get rid of the evil-

Jason: This guy complains too loudly and talks too much about Heracles. You can bet Cú has (lovingly) thought more than once about kicking him off a ship and watching him struggle and asking for help before doing anything about it. And that's how he would accidentally kill Jason.

#darabeatha #cu. ° ( lancer. ) #ask. ° ( delivered. ) #/ andddd with this the 3 are completed uvu #/ cú is a very chill guy and knows what he wants (and knows who he wants to kill) so he was the easiest one to write

[choerrypuffs]

pls give us visuals for all the gods and goddesses in demigods pls and ty lana goddess of writing 🤲🏻🧎🏻‍♀️

anything for the goddess of writing who just dropped the best fic of all time 🧎🏻‍♀️🫶

these are the only ones i can think of off the top of my head so apologies if i missed any 🤧

please note that i am strictly basing the gods’ appearances on the corresponding nct member. this does not mean that every child of these gods are asian, as gods can take any form they’d like!

kim woobin / zhang han as hades ; listen i know sicheng is chinese but i included kim woobin bc kim woobin would be perfect as hades like??? 😍 anyways idk if you guys are into cdramas like me but zhang han is always giving super rich hot ceo in every role he plays and he just seems like the modern version of hades since hades is kinda like the ceo of the underworld 😌

shin mina as aphrodite ; taeyong as an aphrodite kid as shin mina as his mom?? talk about winning the genetic lottery 😩 no explanation needed for why miss mina would definitely be aphrodite like she is an irl goddess pls i would do for her what paris did for helen of troy 💅

victoria song as nike ; almost put this as victoria from f(x) bc she will always be victoria from f(x) to me 🥰 she’s also super athletic and flexible (she walked so chengxiao could run) and i just think she’d be the coolest nike ever 🤩 anyways i said chenle would be a nike kid and he would definitely be the fav <3 sorry to nike kid!y/n lmfao

yang zi as demeter ; GODDESS YANG ZI MY QUEEN EVERYONE GO WATCH ASHES OF LOVE IF YOU HAVEN’T <33333 i said before that kun would be a demeter kid and nft man doesn’t deserve yang zi as his mom but i guess he’ll have to do 🙄

ju jihoon as dionysus ; this was the hardest one to decide bc i’m not really sure what dionysus would look like?? even when i read the books i still couldn’t get a clear visual in my head 💀 i know they announced the casting for him recently and i think the other actor suits him so well too!! however this pic of ju jihoon just gives me SUCH dionysus vibes idk how to describe it i just think this embodies dionysus’ personality 🧎🏻‍♀️ also i said johnny would be a dionysus kid and their smirks kind of resemble each other lol

so jisub / oguri shun as zeus ; honestly think these men are way too hot to play the piece of shit that is zeus BUTTTT jungwoo and shotaro are zeus kids so they need attractive parents :’)

kim myungsoo / ding yuxi as hermes ; was gonna put L from infinite bc he will always be L from infinite to me :’))))) anyways i feel like hermes would look super young and innocent but also mischievous?? almost elven if you will 🧝 also hendery, yangyang, and taeil all kind of feel like that too so it’s perfect

bua nalinthip sakulongumpai as iris ; i said ten is an iris kid so i’m pulling out the only thai actress i know for iris but COME ONNN SHE’S SO LOVELY AND SWEET AND SHE EMBODIES THE GODDESS OF RAINBOWS 😍

honorable mentions <3

boa as hera

song jihyo as hecate

#ask #answered #mutuals #luvdsc #demigods

[killemwithkawaii]

No better way to word this so Imma just say it: as a fellow peets enjoyer, I would enjoy reading your takes on the SFs Gangs feet. So if you ever need a excuse to talk about it… gestures

(Also calling it. Larry is ticklish as fuck down there which makes most of the kinky stuff one may want to do impossible because he already feels phantom tickles when you just wriggle your fingers in that general direction and becomes an absolutely giggly mess instead. Which also has its charm mind you)

Anon, it is such a pleasure to be reminded that there are persons with impeccable taste, such as yourself, lurking in the fandom and on my blog, and it's even better when said persons encourage me to be as self-indulgent as you have with this ask. Please accept these headcanons that I thought about way more seriously than I probably should have lmao (I did my best to not let my personal preferences influence them, but a few maaay have sipped through the cracks, and so did yours 🙈💓💦)

What are the Gangs Feet like?-

[CW: Grapefruit (though this is 99% sfw), unsanitary, tickling]

Sally:

-Big feet for his height, greek shape, pronounced metacarpal and ankle bones, arches are a little high.

-Wears shitty off-brand high tops with zero arch support and doesn't seem like the type to own a pumice stone, so there's some callusing on his feet where his shoes rub, but the rest of the skin is relatively soft.

-Typically keeps his nails trimmed purely for comforts sake

-Smell varies from very minimal to strong, depending on whether he's been playing video games or hiking around the woods all day, and whether or not hes had the spoons to change and shower recently.

-Wears soft cotton ankle-length socks (sensory friendly and cushions his very exposed achilles tendons), occasionally with novelty prints. He keeps them on most of the time because his feet get cold easily.

-Sometimes paints his toenails (badly)

-Not ticklish unless you really, really try.

-Hesitant to accept a foot rub, but once you've assured him that you actually want to give him one and he gets used to the feeling, he'll slowly melt into his seat... 🥴

-Blushes if you play footsie with him. 😳

Larry:

-Big ol flipper feet, roman shape, a little wide, average arches.

-Wears sturdy, ankle length work boots with good support, so there's minimal callus, though the skin is overall a little tough.

-Might forget to trim his nails sometimes, and the smell can get pretty ripe if hes been working real hard all day... 😬

-Wears moisture-wicking, mid-crew length socks with strong elastic because he can't stand the feeling of his socks slipping down and bunching at the toe. He has a bad habit of stripping off his socks when he's lounging and leaving them on the floor.

-Has some moles on his feet (just like he has on the rest of him).

-He's ticklish as hell, so touches have to be predictable, deliberate and firm (unless you want to see him reduced to a giggling, thrashing wreck, in which case, do so at your own risk ⚠)

-Would lean back and 'feel like a king' getting his feet rubbed (once it's clear you're for sure not going to tickle him). 👑

-Taps and shakes his feet if he's sitting still for too long.

Ash:

-Larger than average, narrow, greek shape, low arches.

-Used to be that kid that always walked around outside barefoot, but her current use of cosmetics and shaved legs suggests a beauty regimen that would keep her feet looking presentable. She periodically uses a pumice stone, regularly moisturizes, keeps her nails trimmed and occasionally uses nail polish (purple, black or clear).

-Wears supportive, cushioned athletic shoes, and thin, no-show socks, generally in solid colors, but may choose to forgo socks altogether.

-Usually smells like her moisturizer or has a pretty mild scent, unless its especially hot out 🌸

-Average ticklishness

-Could be convinced to have her feet rubbed if it was a mutual thing, or she was especially sore and really needed it.

-Will totally do mani-pendis with a friend! 💅✨️

Todd:

-Average size, egyptian shape, average arches.

-Wears white and grey crew socks and sandals with shorts, so he has a noticeable tan line on his calves. He spends most of his time seated, so they're pretty soft, but the skin can be a little dry in patches.

-Generally keeps his nails tidy, though he can neglect them if he's become hyperfocused on a project, in which case Neil has to remind him to trim them after hes had enough of getting scratched while they're lying in bed togther. 🛌

-Not much of a scent, since the sandals let them breathe.

-Basically impervious to tickling thanks to his parents.

-Will accept the occasional foot rub from Neil, but is more likely to give them, and is pretty good at it, since he's learned a few techniques and pressure points over the years.

-Keeps his socks on most of the time (including during sex) unless it's very hot out. He's just more comfortable that way 🧦

Travis:

-Smaller than average, square shape, low arches.

-Wears mid-crew socks in various colors, sneakers, and dress shoes. Average amount of callous.

-Trimmed nails and almost no scent (he has to shower every day), but that likely changed when he became more involved in behind-the-scenes cult work, and he became increasingly disheveled as he began neglecting his personal hygiene.

-Ticklish to the point of kicking (and will not hold back) 🤬

-Does not like having his feet touched at all (hes touch averse in general), and you probably could not convince him to give a foot rub to anyone under any circumstances without blackmailing him into it. ❌

-Always has socks on unless he's changing or bathing, even when he's sleeping.

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps #the gang #grapefruit #sorry steve #tickling #tw feet #tw unsanitary #i am labeling this as mature just to be on the safe side fkljaldjla #I LOVE MY KINKY KOUHAI SM 😭💖💖💖 #such a bonus when the kink is mutual and i can just Get Into It 😤👌 #I hope you enjoyed these anon~

[notachair]

lmao not me realizing all the trailers passed me by XD so here's me reacting to each trailer

Info: caught up with the manga, tho not really any spoilers

Einar & Thorfinnnnn my brotherssss

that "they're beasts, monsters in human skin" with tiny thorfinn's blank look a tiny child body standing in a burning battlefield 👌

I see which scenes they're putting their money into

bless, the anime made his scruffy looks look good XD lowkey gonna miss scruffy manga Thorfinn (admittedly while reading it even for a second time I was "I'm looking forward to seeing that fucking beard gone")

the moth thing is still so fucking hilarious

bruh what are they using all the best lines and moments in even one trailer for?

a-anime Snake 😳

fucking Canute. 😒 and omg short haired Canute!

!! more Canute scenes???? 👀

Ulf!

Who's that redhead being crowned? Harald? OMG THAT MEANS-?? 🥺 (fuck.) better see more of that sister. 😒

I see some I thought to be blondes are redheads here but glad about that small diversity

Oh that eye thing fancy

May we get a Canute in his seat resting/sleeping with a book over his face? 👉👈

Head time.

that "from today on you'll be friends" and about though it's literal, that combined with "cultivate, invest, harvest it" <3

Omgggggg more young Thorfinn scenessss

Also just, the cut on his ear is different now

*splat* (could say something more profound but I choose not to try articulate it)

Einar utilizing that macho voice, investing in Thorfinn's life and will to live.

Bro. 🥺 -

- Bro. 🥹

AAAHHH THE OP SONG!! I'm liking it, the vibe is certainly something

yesyes give me more flashback of that rabid kiddo

oh. looking back. it's thorfinn pov. it reminds me of a fight I read when I caught up just this weekend, it was interesting. I thought that way of visualizing it was a rather cool choice

sister gets to talk now, interesting how that line is framed there, true enough I guess thorfinn come over to make him laugh

those conehead brothers, are they emphasizing it? XD

ah those brothers huh. call that a Wake Me Up (vIOleNCE edition)

you're making me dizzy with those waves man

them dehydrated muscles 🥵 /s

"The strong kills the weak, it's only natural" 🧐S3 material (it was thorfinn saying that right?)? cause like, bruh-

idk what's up with that last frame of Thorfinn but yea he angsty (can I just gush about how I love how we gradually saw him become more expressive and smiley throughout the manga? like- 🥺 that's it mate)

RISE UP LIKE A PHOENIX- okay I just... yea... I've hyped myself up for this season and I'm genuinely so excited, the first 2 eps sticks very closely to the manga still so ✨

"I'm going to be reborn" + image of rising a farming tool to start making a field = farmland saga being all about "cultivating, investing and harvesting" a better You from the ashes of your former self that forms your heavy cloak

They really did get that beard looking thick huh, it's interesting. Like, the scruff in the manga made it sorta hard to see the connection between pre and post scruff face as "just add scruff to the face" cause it changed his face so much. Also damn does that make him look older than he is when it's a full beard, mate's like 19-22, sis did a good decision with that one.

This ED gets me fucking teary okay

💅

glad we're doing the falling thing, tho OP be drowning

CRISP, 1. literally and 2. not, in that order

imagine if Thorfinn did a manbun instead (oh- now I lowkey wanna draw a joke w the ponytail)

Pretty Thors profile with the contrast and other highlight (hm. imagine if he gained that same wavy gene)

Pretty eyes Canute what else is newt

Yes cry it out! 💪

I need my boys to cry it out together, bless 🙏

okay but oboi those parallels/foils with Canute this arc

#vinland saga #vinland saga s2 #my rambles #Youtube #vinlandsaga #vinland saga season 2

[queenlilith43]

I STARTED IT; I STARTED THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES, so here is my telling you my shit

Episode 1:

- Jonathan. That name digs up a lot of memories

- I‘m already hooked

- Poor Martin lmao

- Nathan using they/them pronouns and not assuming their gender, talk Valentina💅

- Respect to Nathan for wanting to get a better look, I would‘ve straight up run for my life, no matter how drunk

- The way Jonathan sites the caption of the picture and pronounces „lol“ made me giggle

Episode 2:

- The music deeply unsettles me, I‘m way too easy to scare dude

- The box moans??? Huh???

- Now it‘s singing okay

- Oh fuck, he‘s gonna sleepwalk and try to open the coffin

- I KNEW IT

- Future Future Ash here: This story still gives me chills, definitely one of the most scary ones

Episode 3:

- HE ATE THE FUCKING BOOK????

- no words

Episode 4:

- German names???? Damn, home country just hits you in the face when you least expect it

- DAMNIT JÜRGEN

- „Every inch of her head was shaven“ ELEVEN?

- Whoever made that music, how dare you make horror music for a horror podcast, shame on you (yk I‘m shivering my ass to death)

- I like how Dominic keeps on forgetting all kinds of stuff because same

- Oh no, poor Michael

- The guy in the trenchcoat sounds like a major emo tbh

Episode 5

- Okay, we‘re back at it again with the scriptures and the Latin, I‘m starting to sense a pattern, again something from JÜRGEN?

- Damn, did the toothfairy loose something o_o

- David vomiting at the sight deeply resonates with me

Episode 6

- Did she just gave birth to AN EGG????? WHAT

- I‘m so confused

- HE BURNED IT DOWN?

- Tbh valid reaction when seeing piles of worms in your apartment

- Alright, the episode is over and I‘m still confused

- But I feel like I should remember the name Jane Prentiss

YES I GOT ANOTHER ONE

Thankfully, there's only one or two Jonathans in here. It isn't that common of a name in here, thank God. However, the sentiment of "oh no, poor Michael" is something that you feel for almost every Michael in this podcast. And there are SIX people named Michael.

Episode two is still a super creepy episode to me, even after the tolerance I have for scary things. It's another level of unnerving, and that coffin just keeps creepier the more I think about it.

Yes, the guy in the trenchcoat is an emo. His name is Gerard Keay and I love him. I also share Jon's hatred of Jurgen Leitner's books.

Remember the name Jane Prentiss. She's incredibly important. A lot of the stuff in the first few episodes will show up again and the foreshadowing is absolutely amazing.

Edit: "Poor Martin" is very very right. Jon HATES him in season one and I don't even know why.

#the magnus archives #asks #whoo! you're listening and you like it

[atlasthecheeseball88]

i think imma introduce yall to my system

not saying i have a disorder or anything

emojis that represent them

⚡atlas

👿 rin

💀 solazar

💅 athena

👻 dia

🍑 syeon

🌸 sakura

❤️‍🩹 ash

🎂 ellie

✨ saturn

⭐ lavender

⚡ first up is Atlas! the core of the system, has most control of the body. ⚡

👿 next up is Rin! she's a bitch, and tries to control everyone. and shes a reflection of how my uncle treats me (he's a dick). 👿

💀 Solazar! pretty much a shadow of atlas. created from his sadness. 💀

💅 then we have Athena! shes Rin's daughter and a reflection of my cousin who is a bitch and has an unhealthy addiction to makeup. 💅

👻 then Dia! she's the voice of reason most of the time. she reminds atlas to stay calm and she sometimes takes over whenever he freaks out. 👻

🍑 Syeon! the physical embodiment of Atlas' hornyness. he is a big femboy. 🍑

🌸 Sakura. the yang to Solazar's yin. is also there to watch over syeon.🌸

❤️‍🩹 Ash! he is the physical embodiment of Atlas' depression. and someone atlas talks to for comfort.❤️‍🩹

🎂 Ellie! she represents atlas' love for food. she also comforts Ash. 🎂

✨ Saturn! he just exists. no reason why shes there other than to talk with atlas. ✨

#mental health #mental system #my ocs #ocs #corrupted mirror #system #ossd system

[jay-durian]

Are you reading any SMAUs at the moment? I'd love to know them!

Yepp I am! Here are some ongoing and finished smau's that I personally like a lot:

Ongoing:

Put on a show (heeseung smau, NSFW) by @heesunminies

No nut November (hyung line smau, NSFW) by @jayflirt

Stereotype (sunghoon smau) by @ninihoons

Confession cafe (jungwon smau) by @nikihoon

Jungwon's noona (02z line smau) by @oddeonu

The world's a little blurry (Jake smau) by @0x1lovebot

Love? Love! Fighting!! (Jake smau) by @theebaragi

Cheating on you (sunghoon smau) by @nekkodiaries

Miss movin' on (jay and jake smau) by @enluv

Finished:

Deuce! (Jay smau) By @ddeonuism

The language of flowers (jungwon smau) by @soobnny

Sugar daddy (heeseung smau) by @jayflirt

Are you blackmailing me? (Jay smau) by @liliansun

Formula of love (jungwon smau) by @amakumos

Jealousy jealousy (sunghoon smau) by @nikihoon

The baby project (sunghoon smau) by @wonwoosh

#ash talks💅 #⎙ . anon asks #enhypen recs #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut #enhypen smau #enhypen angst

[skeletalheartattack]

what do you think of retro anime?

like, anime pre-2000s? idk! i don't watch a lot of anime to be honest.

when i was growing up, my brothers watched a lot of Dragon Ball Z, and at that time i didn't really know what anime was... hell i didn't know there were episodes of Dragon Ball before the airing of DBZ! but over time, i never really watched any anime beyond stuff like DBZ and the Pokemon anime. i think they're neat though!

#ask #anon #with dbz. my brothers had a lot of merchandise. from the figures with the rubber clothes #to like. these little gray figurines of vegeta n stuff #i remember our bedroom in our old house had these wall stickers of various dbz characters #i think we had a few japanese exclusive DBZ games for the ps1. since we needed something for the ps1 to play them #i think i got DBZ Budokai for myself. and thus i learned about Zarbon and here i am. Bi as shit girls... #i remember there being this big box in our basement at one point. just full of DBZ shit #there was this really small sayian pod with a tiny vegeta in it. and a few capsule pods. #sadly i lost vegeta down the drain. small miniature figurines like that were always so cool to me. yknow up until i lost them. #🙄 but thats what the bitch gets for blowing a hole in my mans chest! 💅 #i mentioned a while back i saved some dbz walkie talkies. theyre shaped like frieza and goku #like. theyre basically just a foot tall figurines with walkie talkies built into them. its kinda silly. #i always thought they were just. figurines that talked when i was a kid. but nope. just walkie talkies. #im still sad i let my cousin borrow Budokai 1 since he never gave it back... #id play it on emulator if my laptop didnt have such trouble running it #as for pokemon. yeah i love the original gen 1 anime! i have a few vhs tapes of the show #lova tha james.... love that dude.... #i remember the episode with the giant spirits of Gengar and Alakazam #and the uhhh... sabrina episode with ash and them getting shrunk into a miniature town?? #but ik the gen 1 anime has like. a LOT of episodes. #i had the first pokemon movie and the 2000 movie with lugia #i dont think i watched any movies outside of those two. not enough atleast to remember. #thank you for the ask!! sorry i dont have much to say though!!

[jotatetsuken]

Moots List

So, ever since I came back to Tumblr and have been learning the ways lol, I've decided that I want to create a moots list :D Y'all have been such amazing people to talk to and I wish to be in touch with you more <3 I have some hashtags with emojis that I created for some of y'all, in case you're a moot and don't have an emoji and wish to do so, please lmk <3 loads of love ^_^ and for those that do, y’all are uber awesome and idk what i'd have done in tumblr if not for your content, so thank you so so much ✨ also, lmk if you want to change your emoji :)

Also, most of the blogs are not minor friendly, so please go through their BYF/DNI rules ♥️ and if their URLs aren’t highlighted, it means that they’ve most probably deactivated their accounts or they’ve changed their URLs.

☕️ - Maya ( @dearmegumii / @mayjime / @/miwaizumi )

💜 - Nyx (@/kennyb0y )

👸 - Vicky ( @/saltyvanilla )

✏️ - Pencil (@/pencilpoked-heart )

🎩 - Alyssa ( @/noekoi )

👠 - Abby ( @sanoinc )

💖 - Sil ( @burnthoneymint )

🙈 - Anshi ( @simpingforthisonedeer )

🗡 - Gen ( @arcanestage )

✨ - Romes ( @satosugulovechild )

🕷 - Mercury ( @/mercieder / @sdrweb )

⚡️- Theo ( @miikoos )

🔥 - Laura ( @thoughtfullyrainynightmare )

💙 - Hattie ( @moonbcrry )

💫 - Armin/Azrail ( @arminsomnia )

🐱 - Ella/Kisa (@mrskenmakozume)

🎒- Jee ( @ohtobiors )

🦊 - Martina ( @solamoure )

👑 - Rei ( @quirrrky )

👼🏻 - Daria ( @wakatshi )

💄- Ro/Rogue ( @beware-of-the-rogue )

🦑 - Viva ( @festive )

🍞 - Dae ( @milkyybuns )

🍵 - Rae ( @rae-main / @kiiraes )

🦔 - Kurisu ( @hyeque )

🐚 - Monica ( @megumischubbycheeks )

🧸 - Emily ( @towoshi )

🩺 - Claire ( @chronic-claire-universe )

👛 - Ai ( @aizumie )

🐾 - Sei ( @wakasa-wifey )

💅 - Kavya ( @christiansdior )

🔎 - Lucy ( @cirigiri )

🌙 - Rekha ( @21-06-1996 )

⛈ - Storm ( @haikyutiehoe )

📂 - Res ( @gumiresque )

🦸🏻‍♀️ - Ash ( @scandalous-chaos )

🌼 - Daisy ( @ddejavvu )

🌻 - Lija ( @ffsg0jo )

🐈 - Cat ( @bxnten )

🏡 - Sami ( @/ry0m3n / @trueformsukuna )

🍙 - Carmilla ( @mxonigirimiya )

💸 - Luxe ( @fuwushiguro )

🥯 - Ale/Bay ( @satisfactooru )

💚 - Ruu ( @rueren )

🔫 - Dilly ( @atsumeii )

🌬 - Ash/Shin ( @xshinigamikittenx )

🥰 - Julia ( @saintlike78 )

🌟 - Kali ( @mystikawi )

💛 - Lydz ( @ceo-of-daichi )

🐴 - Tallulah ( @lunarmins )

🍒 - Cherry ( @decayish )

💋 - Mara ( @mararrivederci )

💎 - Circe ( @ofallthingswhythis )

#shyna’s moots #musings of an extrovert

[valkblue]

OC Questions - Ask Game - GENERAL

8 + 22 + 32 + 37 + 44 + 75 + 107 + 146 + 157 + 165

… 🥰✨

8. Who has the worst luck?

Me? 🤡 But among my OCs, it would be Zak, somehow. He's kinda "lucky" in his bad luck because things could have been and still be so much worse but... thanks the dice, the crazy shit he's going through haven't been lethal............ YET.

Vespera is also of that stock, in her own way.

22. Do any of your characters have someone named after them? Or are they named after someone else?

Altair, is kinda the 48549859th one in his family, if that counts. And Mereel, obviously... 👀

32. Do you have any characters who are twins?

Jo and Josh, my demon hunter babies. And Guten and Borg, Ash's adoptive brothers. Jo has a complete disregard for his own life and do all kind of shits that makes his brother sweat through sleepless nights of bad vibes from his twin at the other side of the world, and Guten and Borg are the embodiment of their god's two faces; crazy and clever are more often than not going hand in hand.

37. Did any of your characters have a fever they almost died from as a child?

Well, Ash! She almost died from the wounds that left those scars on her face… The fever was an interesting experience during which she may have met her god (the same one as her brothers).

44. Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? (ex: Boromir and Faramir)

Vivian... 😔 She clearly loves her baby sister very much, but so do her parents. They care for her, but they don't like her being such an introvert compared to her beaming and oversharing sister, and they aren't exactly the most supportive in general. I'm not sure they did it on purpose and with ill intent but they pull up shit like "why don't you do *this/that* like your sister" or "Look at your sister, she *blahblahblahlbhalhba*..." And even if they didn't mean it in a bad way, but maybe more to make her less introvert while they were perfectly happy with a calm and manageable child when she was little help her, it did scar her and her relationship with her sister quite a bit.

But telling more about their sisterly bond in the future would spoil things from the chapters to come so... 🤐

75: Do any of your characters wear glasses, sunglasses, goggles, or monocles?

Glasses: Leona! But only to rest her headaches a little. Sunglasses: Merry and Vivian, and quite a few others in my modern settings. Goggles: Elara, of course! Nobody wear monocles, thought.

107. Do any of your characters feel confined by their lives and the expectations placed upon them?

Not really, save maybe for Vivian, and I talked about it here, on question #41

146. Were any of your characters disowned or abandoned by their parents?

Ulrik. But not really. He flew from home, and from his father's wrath with his mother's blessing and a handful of aquilas?

157: Do any of your characters live on their own?

Vivian! She was nesting in her flat in Boston, working remote most of the time for the company she joined barely out of uni and before being hired by Delos. And then, on site in the park.

Zak lived alone for quite some time too. And now that he found a little ball of fire, he wouldn't change that for the world.

165: Who is a “girls just wanna have fun” character?

Who else than…

🖕🍷✨ Marge ✨💋💅

#oc asks #oc:vivian #oc: ash #oc:leona #oc:elara #oc:vespera #oc:altair #oc:zak #oc:merry #thank you for these big asks!! #🥰💖 #hathorik

[arnold-layne]

💅Do you wear makeup?

📞Do you prefer to text or call?

thanks Ash 🥰

💅Do you wear makeup?

no, never actually learned to put it on properly

📞Do you prefer to text or call?

text because i have time to figure the answer. i hate hate HATE phone calls. i only talk to my parents and my boyfriend on the phone, everyone else has to text