#he is based on a sand cat

[yandere-daydreams]

Sphinx!Xiao, who finds you stranded in the desert after your research group gets separated. A pack of wild coyote hybrids thought to be amicable, if not friendly towards humans attacked your camp in the middle of the night and sent you running aimlessly into the sand plains without time to gather food or water, let alone distress flares. By the time you stumble onto a wind-beaten temple, you're freezing, dehydrated, and exhausted. You barely have the strength to drag yourself up the meager steps and through the degraded doorway before you collapse on the sandstone floor, only able to hope that, by some miracle, a search party would be able to find you before you died of exposure. A search party doesn't find you, obviously, but Xiao does.

Sphinx!Xiao, who refuses to show himself for days. You only know he's there by the gifts he leaves you - cactus pears, palm dates, flasks of water and bitter wine that burns your throat as it goes down. It's not much, but it's enough to keep you alive, and you're too desperate to turn down anything he gives you. He's generous, too, giving you more than enough to get by while you're still in that state of bleary half-consciousness. You think he can tell that survival's not your area of expertise, that if you were left to your own devices, it'd only be a matter of time before you ate something poisonous or wandered into a bobcat den. That, or you're just pathetic enough to earn a few sand-covered blankets on top of the bare necessities.

Sphinx!Xiao, who lets you fawn over him with a purse-lipped scowl when you do finally manage to corner your elusive savior. You honestly just want to thank him, but once he's in front of you, you can't help grinning as you rake your fingers through the ivory feathers of his massive wings and scratch at the bases of his rounded ears. You've never so much as heard of a creature with both the wings and eyes of a bird-based hybrid and the legs, tail, and fangs of a cat-based hybrid, so you can't stop yourself from treating him like the eighth wonder of the world (unintended affection a touch-starved Xiao secretly basks in, not that you notice the pale blush painted across his skin while you're performing a remarkably thorough investigation on the color of his paw-pads).

Sphinx!Xiao, who stand-offish at best, reclusive at worst. He's clearly not used to having someone to talk to, his voice rough and his dialogue usually limited to one-word phrases or barked orders, but you can usually manage to string along your brief conversations on your own, either wondering aloud when you might be rescued or telling him about all the things you're going to do when you make it back to civilization. For every hour you spend fantasizing about baths and take-out and air conditioning, he spares a few words about himself. From what you can gather, he's a guardian of-sorts, meant to protect people like you from a threat he claims you couldn't begin to understand. You're not really in a place to question him, considering you didn't even know a hybrid like him could exist a few weeks ago.

Sphinx!Xiao, who also claims he's not allowed to 'meddle in human matters', meaning he can't help you beyond making sure you don't starve to death. You've asked him if he's seen anyone looking for you while hunting, but he's never given you a straight answer, and when you suggest that he just, say, put that twenty-foot wingspan to use and drop you off on the edge of the nearest town or village, he just scowls, rolls his eyes, refuses to say anything at all. You want to press the subject, sometimes, but you really can't afford to annoy him, to make yourself even more of an irritation to him than you already are. You wouldn't survive a day out here, on your own. You wouldn't survive without Xiao.

Sphinx!Xiao, whose gifts have been getting more... modern, recently. Luxuries are still few and far between, but you have a small store of canned food, now, a couple fleece blankets that don't seem at least a decade old, bits of scrap metal and glass that must've caught Xiao's eye. You try not to pry, not to turn down anything he gives you, but his most recent gift - a half-crushed, silver wedding band with an odd, scarlet stain you can't seem to polish away - hasn't seen the light of day since he dropped it into your hand.

Sphinx!Xiao, who keeps his wings wrapped around you as you sob into his shoulder and beat your fists against his chest. You're not in the temple anymore, dilapidated and open, but his den - a hellish, lightless cave filled to bursting with golden jewelry and century-old artifacts and scraps of metal and clothing that couldn't have come from anything but human travelers, from dozens upon dozens of people who could've saved you if he hadn't gotten in the way.

Sphinx!Xiao, who hums and coos and purrs as he rubs circles into your back, as he promises that he's not going to hurt you, that he's not going to let anything hurt you ever again.

Sphinx!Xiao, who's always been a guardian, first and foremost. It's just that now, he's decided it's his responsibility to guard you.

#hybrid au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #yandere xiao #yanderecore #yandcore

[minhosimthings]

Agora Hills

Symphony Smut Series Day 14: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Lyric - Suck a little dick in the bathroom

Pairings: bf!Chan × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, dry humping, oral (m recieving), missionary, oral stimulation, dom!chan, sub!reader, dirty talk, no actual sex just fingering and oral, implied p in v at the end, semi-public sex, Hannah is a menace.

A/N: I am really sorry for the slow pace with the fics everyone! But classes have started again and I'm kinda getting busy nowadays but I promise I'll complete the other ones in no time!

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Australia. Hot and Humid.

Even hotter with your boyfriend grilling meat on the beach, clad in a white tanktop which fitted around his muscles perfectly, making you almost visibly drool.

"You good unnie?" Hannah sat down on the warm sand next to you, "You've been staring at my brother for like half an hour."

"Im fine babe." You smiled at her as he handed you your popsicle, "I'm just admiring him."

"Normally I would say 'ew love' but I've noticed you've been very dick ridden for a long time." Hannah giggled, "So I have a solution."

"A solution to what exactly?" You asked her, tearing your eyes away from Chan's arms.

"So your problem is the sound right? Cause our house isn't exactly a sound proof studio." Hannah nudged closer to you, an impish smile on her face, "But through my recent experiments I've found out that the storage locker right next to you guys' bedroom is actually sound proof."

"Isn't a sound proof storage locker kinda dangerous?" You raised your brow at her to which she brushed it off and kept talking.

"Babygirl all I'm telling you is that my parents will be out for the whole afternoon tomorrow. So get in that storage locker and have some fun! Moan as loud as you want, no one's gonna hear. Well atleast the friends I'm inviting tomorrow won't."

You laughed at Hannah's unseriousness and ate the delicious popsicle in your hand, going back to drooling over your boyfriend's arms.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one you had to fulfill your aching cunt

The next day went quicker than you had anticipated and before you know it, you were in the storage locker, with you mouth near Chan's cock, and his hands on the top of your hair.

Giving him head really wasn't a great beginning but you wanted to convince him to fuck you in his parents' storage locker so it was for the best.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Chan letting out his moans. You tease him a little with your tongue and he immediately responds by pushing your head further to him, your nose hitting his lower belly.

You make eye contact with him, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold him in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show him you can do it, so you dive back in, making him moan louder this time. You hoped fervently that Hannah was right about the sound proofness of the room. You could hear her friends and her laughing raucously in her room.

You can feel him twitch inside your mouth, he is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Chan go feral.

"Fuck- just like that, baby." You moan against him, which sends shivers up and down his spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You move closer to him, his dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to his balls, playing with them which makes Chan cum righ away.

Keeping still so he can send his full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good girl you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Chan says out of breath. You lick him clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Chan. One of his fingers finds your chin and he wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into his mouth and tasting himself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." He makes you stand up. "Oh shit the floor." You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "We can clean the floor later baby, I need your cunt first."

Chan gripped your hips tight and sat you down on his thigh, as he plopped into an old armchair, which was weirdly very pristine in its conditon.

"Take what you want, sweetheart." He whispered, hot breath brushing against your neck. A soft moan couldn't help but seep through the parting of your lips as Chan began to rock your hips against his leg - arousal pooling further in your panties.

"Chan," you groan when he cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as he starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient baby," he teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, his hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against his thigh once again, a groan leaving you at his slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," Chan murmurs, tilting his head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering his head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as he knew you loved it. His parents might question where those marks came from, but the mosquito population was quite high in Australia so it wasn't a stress for Chan.

Chan gripped your hips again and took you off of his thigh, swiftly ripping your panties off and disposing of them by the side.

"Bend against that counter for me darling." He commanded, leading you over to the marble counter, "let me fuck you from behind yeah?"

“Oh my g-god, Chan!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

"Oh fuck this." Chan growled, before pulling out and flipping you over with agression filling his veins. He hadn't fucked you for so long and he was relishing the noises you were making which was always his favourite song.

“Channie, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit, the nub already starting to stimulate just by the touch of his finger. You felt your clit throb against his fingers as he rubbed small circles on it, the rhythm in sync with the fingers he was pushing inside of you.

Your back flushed against his chest as you felt yourself getting closer to that sweet release of euphoria, your shaky breaths and whimpers getting muffled as you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth. Just as you were approaching that all too familiar release, Chan pulled his hands away quickly.

"Channie!" You protested, reaching for his hands again, in your dumb doll state.

"Tch tch so impatient for me." Chan clicked his tongue, looking at you with dark eyes, "you'll get my cock darling don't worry."

"And I'll make sure everyone hears what sort of a needy cockdumb slut you are for me."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

#bang chan scenarios #chan smut scenarios #bang chan smut #chan smut #bang chan smut imagines #chan hard hours #chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan hard thoughts #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids smut imagines #skz smut imagines #chan smut drabbles #chan smut oneshots #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #bye bye now

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

Rating asoiaf characters based on how likely they are to use pocket sand:

Jon Snow - my hot take is that people are very delusional and wrong about Jon. It’s not that he’s too “honorable” or “good” to use pocket sand in a fight coz he’s definitely not above using dirty tricks. But you gotta ask, which Jon is it? Agot-acok!Jon is def not using pocket sand because he thinks it’s dishonorable and a coward’s weapon. Asos!Jon is 8/10 gonna use pocket sand because fuq honor. Adwd and beyond!Jon is 0/10….he’s got something far more devious in his pockets - broken shards of glass.

Dany - yeah she’s using it, 7/10. She’s a smart girl. Like her actions in Astapor and Meereen show that she’s not above using dirty tricks to get ahead. Now how much pocket sand is she willing to use and against who? That’s the question…I can see her hesitating if her opponent is a small child.

Arya - for sure using pocket sand 10/10. There’s no denying it. She’s actually studied which types of sand are the best suited for different situations. But she’s quick enough that people don’t know what happened until she’s far away.

Bran - he doesn’t even know what pocket sand is so 0/10

Sansa - she knows what pocket sand is but she’s usually not willing to use it because it gets her clothes and hands dirty. If she’s really pushed…maybe? 2/10 but she’d gladly watch someone else do it

Robb - oh 20/10 using it no doubt. He’s been pushing Jon to get on the pocket sand trend for years to no avail

Theon - went with Robb to the pocket sand factory for a boys’ date out. 20/10 using it and with RELISH

Ned Stark - knows what pocket sand is, is unwilling to use it himself, but will turn the other way when he sees his buddy whip it out 0/10

Cat - yeah she’s using it, I’m not willing to debate over this 10/10

Davos - um yeah 10/10 using it….look sometimes you have to use all the tools available to you to survive

Jaime - trick question because which Jaime? Pre-hand chop Jaime? Won’t use it on principle. It’s cowardly and stupid. Post-hand chop Jaime? Yeah….he’s using it because he has to so 8/10

Brienne - look she doesn’t want to use it, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 6/10

Pod - *confused* “why would anyone carry sand in their pockets to a fight?” 0/10

Howland Reed - was actually the one who invented the best sand for it and is mass producing it. Probably used it to defeat Arthur Dayne 100/10

Meera - come on, she’s swamp person and howland’s kid so 20/10 using pocket sand

Bronn - involved in an MLM to sell pocket sand 100/10

Tyrion - the one who founded the MLM and recruited Bronn so 200/10

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #I’m actually not willing to debate over this because I’m 100% correct #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #arya stark #bran stark #sansa stark #robb stark #theon greyjoy #ned stark #catelyn stark #davos seaworth #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #podrick payne #howland reed #meera reed #bronn #tyrion lannister

[juneknight]

Hand Covers Mouth

Kink: sex pollen/aphrodisiac

About this: Takes place during canon events, Steven/fem!reader, Marc/fem!reader.

*

Let’s split up, Layla had said. She tacked on a hurried, ‘You with Steven? Be careful!’ before nearly sprinting off down a tunnel, leaving you (her scowling friend) and Steven (a mesmerized puppy) alone in a sandy tomb.

Look, you understood it was complex. Steven shared a body with her (soon to be? Possibly?) ex-husband, after all; but in your mind, that gave her even more of a reason to be the one responsible for him. Absently, your hand reaches down to lay your palm on the holster where your gun rests. You have no doubt that Harrow’s minions would kill without qualm. While you would not find it so easy to digest, you would do whatever you had to, to keep yourself safe.

To keep Steven safe. No matter what—

“What are you doing?” you ask at a frantic whisper. Steven is barely visible in the darkness where he is brushing sand and dust, centuries of time away from the hieroglyphics on the wall.

He glances back over his shoulder at you, giving you his typical expression of an adorable animal who fears they are about to be on the receiving end of a harsh kick in the rump, but who is so thrilled by their own discovery that they hardly care. He points to the wall.

“Reading these hieroglyphics,” says Steven. “Think they might be important.”

You glance toward the wall. You are not like Steven or Layla, able to read the symbols. You did not have the same practical and personal education which they had so tediously earned for themselves over the years. At the base of the wall sits a gilded table, the bottom of each leg morphing into the paw of some great cat. Some of the items around it are unrecognizable, turned to rubble, after so many years. But resting on top of it, there are a set of neat little figurines inlaid with moldavite, glittering black in the darkness.

“You don’t think—the ushabti?”

“Not likely,” Steven admits with a frown. “But some of the wall has crumbled here, can’t make out the rest, can I? It does say that this is powerful. Maybe we should take these to Layla and have her look at them.”

You fight the urge to scowl again. Layla. Steven was always trailing after Layla…

Alright, perhaps you had another reason for being so sour at Steven’s mention of your closest friend. How could you help being enamored with him, with his big brown eyes, with his undying enthusiasm, with his gentle heart and scathing wit? But Steven didn’t look at you like that. He was always too busy looking at Layla.

When you look at him, the expression of hope on his face is painful. You do your best to bite back any sarcastic or caustic replies. He truly doesn’t deserve them. It isn’t his fault he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“We don’t have time to hunt down Layla with every artifact we find,” you remind him gently. “And we don’t have time to search every little artifact for significance, either.”

He leans against the wall, like some suave Don Juan from a movie.

“Life’s about stopping to smell the roses, love, or stopping to find the roses if no roses immediately present—oh—oh bugger.” Steven slips, more of the wall crumbling away beneath the weight of his elbow. He stumbles into the little golden table—and off go all three of the little figurines, smashing into brittle pieces on the stone floor, the sound deafening in the silence around you.

“Oh my gods,” Steven says, both hands coming up to clutch at his curls. “Oh no, I deserve prison. Oh look what I’ve done—these were thousands of years old and I just destroyed them—”

“Steven—” Your words die in your throat. Your heart begins to race, breathing becoming fast and shallow. He looks up at you from where he has knelt on the floor in anxious guilt over the figurines, and you see something in his eyes which you can’t identify. Something sharp. Something hungry.

Then he blinks.

In the distance, you hear the sound of voices calling, none of them the familiar timber of Layla. He reaches out with the reflexes of a snake and grabs you around the waist, dragging you down to his position. One hand—warm, tasting faintly of sweat and sand—clamps over your mouth as he drags you back against his body, making both of your positions smaller as you hide behind a pillar.

Against your back, he is hard.

“Quit it,” he hisses lowly in your ear, and that’s when you realize that it isn’t Steven at all. That posh British accent has dissolved into something relaxed and loose, a Chicagoan accent that you’ve never heard before but would recognize anywhere. Marc. His words register secondarily, and you realize that you are writhing against him, literally arching your back to try to rub your aching cunt against the hard line of his cock.

A whine slips past his hand, and he lets out an angry, shaking breath against the crook of your neck. His free hand reaches around and slips right down the front of your pants. By the time he is cupping your sex with his broad palm, you are soaking wet, aching, already working towards that blissful crest even with the only stimulation being in your own mind.

“It must have been an aphrodisiac,” Marc whispers, barely audible over the raging pulse in your ears. “If I give you some fingers, can you be quiet until they’re gone?”

You nod, exaggeratedly. Truthfully, you aren��t sure. You just know that you would say anything, agree to anything to have any one of his fingers inside you.

He gives you two. You cum straight away, eyes rolling back, pussy clenching around his digits tightly. Marc gives a choked breath at the sensation of your walls squeezing and squeezing his fingers. His hips work once, twice, three times against the curve of your ass and then he stiffens himself, a breathless, nearly inaudible sound of pleasure passing through his lips.

The sweetest fucking sound you’ve ever heard.

The voices in the distance begin to fade away—the sweetest silence.

Then you have a mouthful of sand, Marc’s hand between your shoulder blades pinning you into the ground. You hear the clinking of his belt as he frantically tries to loosen it, and you wiggle your hands beneath you looking for the fasten of your own pants.

“Didn’t want it to go like this,” he says through clenched teeth. You can’t even imagine his expression: something hard and desperate. You wonder if he took over for Steven forcefully or if Steven retreated, anxious at the potent desire that the aphrodisiac evoked in him. “Didn’t want our first time to be like this—”

“Is he okay?” you whisper, working your pants and underwear down at once, arching your back for him. He still has on his boxers, but he’s grown desperate: hands gripping your hips, thighs snapping against the back of your own as he simulates sex with you. Marc makes a perplexed sound. Fuck, his cock feels good, even covered by soft cotton that you’re drenching with your own slick. You struggle for a moment to remember your question. “Steven—is he okay?”

“Steven is—fucking great,” Marc says, laughing a little derisively. “Trust me. Steven’s been wanting to fuck you since the moment he saw you. There’s a little place in my head where’s he’s beating off furiously, I’m sure—”

“You’re such a dick,” you gasp.

“I’ll show you dick, gonna give you mine,” he mutters through his teeth, finally working down his boxers. “Gonna fuck that girlish expression you give Steven all the time right off your face, gonna make it so every time you look at him, you’re thinking about how good my cock fills you.”

“His cock,” you breathe, arching your back more, fingers curling in the sand and scratching the stone beneath. “His cock too.”

“Yeah yeah,” says Marc testily, finally resting the head of his cock at your entrance. He slips in with one devastating, life-changing thrust. “We’ll test that theory when I let him out for his turn.”

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader

[ceruleancattail]

Wounds

Yandere Leona x reader

Tw: mentions of gore, yandere

Don’t scratch at open wounds.

You’ll just make it worse.

That’s what you tell yourself whenever a chill races down your spine, settling deep within its base.

Whenever goosebumps rise on your skins, spreading across both your arms with a sickeningly intensity.

Whenever you tremble, limbs jerking around involuntarily. A sole leaf in the howling winds of a storm, at the complete mercy of the forces of nature.

In a way, Leona felt something like that. A wild, untameable creature. A force of nature, whose abilities lie further then any richter scale could classify. A beast, razor sharp fangs bared at anyone who was foolish enough to oppose him.

He wasn’t feral though. Far from it, actually.

Every single move of his was calculated, like pieces dancing across the checkered floor of a chessboard. One step after another, and before you know it, you’re cornered on all sides. Every route of escape crushed into sand, trickling away before your eyes.

You would know.

You were one of the pieces.

Batted around by his paws, treated like a little plaything. Leona was never far from you, arm draping off your shoulders. He was especially fond of using you as a pillar of support, hanging off you like a big old cat.

You could hardly take a step without Leona’s weight pressing down on your form. Half lidded eyes regard you lazily, a certain sort of affection apparent.

Sometimes, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, throat rumbling.

Warmth spreads onto your neck, something wet lapping against your skin. The ghost of fangs grazing across the base of your neck, the very edge sliding over with all the smoothness of a well-sharpened dagger.

Leona’s version of kisses, you suppose. Something tender, something soft.

It makes your skin crawl.

But you know better then to stop him.

You’ve attempted to push him off once. That didn’t go so well. Leona quickly decided that you forgot how sharp his fangs were. The wound stayed for days, a crimson, gory mess on your shoulder.

As if his claws couldn’t do enough damage already.

After every “incident”, Leona patches you up personality. His way of making amends, perhaps. Or maybe it’s just a way to ensure that his favourite little toy doesn’t collapse entirely on him.

Calloused fingers yanking bandages free from plastic, dabbing your arms with gauze that scratched and ointment that reeked. He treats you with care, really. It’s surprising how hands capable of such violence could treat you gently, gingerly sewing up gashing wounds.

It’s as if he could be nice, if he wanted.

Once Leona’s satisfied with his handiworks, his arms will find their way around you. Wrapping around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. Slotting your back against his chest, leaving not even a centimetre of space between you two.

You could feel every heartbeat beat into your back, beat steady against the fluttering of your own. The heartbeat of a frightened animal, caught in the clutches of a beast so much bigger then itself.

Nothing but silence passes you two, during these moments. What’s the point of berating you verbally? You know the consequences of defying him. You’ve paid for it, in flesh and blood.

Instead of half-assed apologies, you’ll do much better quiet and docile. Just sit pretty on his lap, sweetheart. Give him something soft and warm to lie against, and all is forgiven.

Behind Leona, his tail is swishing, a metronome’s steady beat. A warning to all the others, who would dare to disturb his peace.

Back Off.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Leona kingscholar #Leona x reader #Leona kingscholar x reader #Leona #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere leona #yandere leona x reader #yandere Leona kingscholar x reader #yandere Leona kingscholar #protection potion♦️

[heretherebedork]

Mew is confident enough to not just turn Top down but also agree to let him share his bed and cuddle but not fuck. Mew knows not just himself and his worth but also his limits and his value.

Ray has no confidence. He gets too drunk to function, calls himself a burden, pulls away from any real show of emotion, lashes out at everyone around him and doesn't understand why they're annoyed because why should what he says matter? He's a burden, he's unimportant, he doesn't matter to anyone.

Sand is confident enough in his own identity to know that he can't jut let Ray drive drunk and that he can't leave him alone in his car because he's not trustworthy and he knows how to take care of this stray drunk-cat he's taken in but also enough confidence to be offended and kick him out and wait for the real apology when they meet up again.

Top is so confident he oozes with it like slime. He knows himself, what he wants and what he will do to get it which is anything. His awareness is high and he doesn't hesitate to act on what he wants because he knows his worth as he defines it, at least.

Nick is confident but in a gentler way. He wants what he wants and he will try and he's confident enough to take a topless picture of himself on the phone of a customer that had eyed him and turn the lights off at work to make out with him as well. You gotta have confidence to do that... but it's not loud confidence and it's not the same steady and comfortable confidence that Mew has. It's a confidence that he has but it is not firm, it is not unshakeable, it is confidence but with an unsteady base.

Boston is confident but he is confident in his exact way and in who he is and in nothing else. He is confident when he is doing what he wants and likes, he is confident when he is fucking and flirting and photographing and otherwise he is just someone out of their element and he pulls back quickly.

#only friends the series #only friends series #only friends #thai bl #thai drama #thai series #thaibl #asianlgbtqdramas #bl series #bl drama #asian lgbtq dramas #thai bl series #thai bl drama #my brain just started spitballing #they're probably wrong

[cattimeswithjellie]

There seems to be a pervasive opinion that Scar is winning the MCYT Tumblr Sexyman contest due to a misunderstanding of what Tumblr Sexymen are, and that in fact Scar's fans believe he's just a regular sexyman. This is in fact not true at all. Scar's pathetic squishy wet-cat-standing-in-a-puddle-even-though-the-door-is-open credentials have long since been established in the fandom. (This contains spoilers for most things Scar has been in lately.)

In Hermitcraft Season 9, Scar won Statistics Roulette last week on "number of deaths" despite the fact that his statistics were reset only three or four months ago. Pathetic squish of a big-hatted man died more times in four months than Impulse or Grian did in ten. And because of the reset, it doesn't even count the twenty or so times Grian and Mumbo murdered him for fun on the very first day of the server!

In Double Life, Grian literally snagged him with a fishing pole and dragged him home with him in an ultimately futile effort to keep him from dying. Scar learned that Grian was cheating on him and passive-aggressively snarked about it to other people for two episodes, then baked cookies for Grian's secret soulmate.

In 100 Hours Hardcore, Grian and Joel basically formed a protection squad to keep Scar alive, to the point of coating the land under his base with beds to fall on and raiding a mansion for totems of undying. They still failed because Scar put apples in his off-hand instead of a totem and didn't notice his elytra was ready to break.

In Season 8, Scar was killed when a llama spat on him. His hat was unimaginably tiny, so tiny that he was forced to commission a huge model hat to wear on top of the tiny hat.

In Last Life, Scar got scammed out of one life, blackmailed out of two more lives, then lost another one by falling into a trap he'd been warned of two minutes earlier, even while people were yelling at him not to fall in the trap. He had no diamond armor so he wore a diamond-colored skin but painted abs on it as well so he would look more buff.

In Third Life, Scar attempted to get a monopoly on dark oak without checking to make sure there wasn't an entire dark oak forest on the other side of the server. He tried to get a monopoly on sand by putting his home in the middle of a large desert and yelling at people who came to get sand. He was the first player to die, blown up in a prank gone wrong.

In Season 7, Scar wouldn't even shave or put on pants until he wanted to be elected mayor. It may actually have been a fake beard. He had to terraform the entire shopping district twice when he lost the Turf War because the other side didn't actually like mycelium, they just liked causing problems for Scar.

In conclusion, yes Scar runs around without a shirt and has abs so ferocious that they show through his "diamond" armor, but he is not a Sexy Man. He is a sexyman, a real Onceler through and through, and he deserves his sweep. Vote Scar!

#goodtimeswithscar #mcytblr sexyman poll #mcytblrsexymen #hermitcraft #traffic series

[apollos-boyfriend]

duo name meanings: QSMP

TNT duo: quackity + wilbur

based on their dream smp characters.

in the dream smp, wilbur's character was heavily associated with TNT, having blown up his own nation. while not as heavily associated with the block, quackity used TNT a handful of times himself, attempting to destroy the egg with it and later going on to blow up purpled's UFO.

BBQ: quackity + badboyhalo

based on a combination of their names.

a semi-common thing for quackity's fanbase is to combine a name/theme of another streamer as opposed to an actual "duo" name. for example, quackity and karl are called honQ. the "BB" comes from the first two letters of "bbh" and the q from the first of "quackity".

loan shark duo: quackity + foolish

based on their dream smp characters.

a "loan shark" is someone who lends out money with extremely high interest rates, often to people they know will be unable to pay up. on the dream smp, quackity's last arc was partially based on him recruiting others to join his city, although his measures of recruitment tended to be extreme, such as blowing up someone's house, or in foolish's case, letting him die just to prove a point. additionally, the name borrows from foolish's skin having shark accessories/accentuation.

dap duo: quackity + slimecicle

based on their dream smp characters.

in the dream smp, charlie's character had a tendency of asking others to "dap him up!" quackity was the first person he'd interacted with, and therefore, the first person he asked that to, connecting the two despite slime going on to ask that of multiple other characters as well.

chaos duo: quackity + cellbit

based on their penchant for chaos.

quackity and cellbit tend to both have overdramatic moments that quickly spiral into chaos. quackity in particular can be unpredictable, both as a chracter and streamer.

crazy duo: quackity + forever

N/A

speculation: a parallel to quackity + cellbit's name of "insane duo".

duck duo: quackity + baghera

based on both of them being associated with ducks.

on top of quackity's name, his old avatar used to be the toontown duck. baghera's skin is a duck.

hammer duo: quackity + etoiles

based on an interaction between the two.

etoiles once hit quackity with a hammer. the name stuck.

quachu: quackity + nihachu

based on a combination of their names.

a semi-common thing for quackity's fanbase is to combine a name/theme of another streamer as opposed to an actual "duo" name. for example, quackity and karl are called honQ. quachu borrows the "qua" from quackity and "chu" from nihachu.

cabinet duo: quackity + tubbo

based on their dream smp characters.

on the dream smp, both quackity and tubbo were a part of jschlatt's presidential cabinet, trapped under a government that continuously abused them and their people. the two bonded over their unfortunate situations, and stuck up for each other when things got rough (which was often).

sand duo: wilbur + philza

based on wilbur's bit of eating sand.

during a hardcore stream, wilbur appeared in phil’s TTS, starting the conversation by going, "phil, have you ever eaten sand?", as phil was clearing draining a lava lake with sand and wilbur suggested eating it in order to get it to go faster. this bit would continue on for at least 14 minutes, with wilbur switching from TTS to vc to give phil (and chat) further insight about his sand-eating agenda.

cat duo: wilbur + jaiden

based on their interactions.

when the two met, cats were one of the first things they discussed and bonded over.

oxeye duo: wilbur + slimecicle

based on tommyinnit's lava ravine mod video.

during tommy's video, wilbur and charlie played a nonsensical game of placing items in the same chest and acting as if each had a specific attack, defense, layout, etc. one of the items they played was an oxeye daisy, which was also the last item wilbur gave to charlie before "going submersible."

honey duo: wilbur + roier

based on their flirting.

early on in the qsmp, wilbur referred to roier as "mi amor". in return, roier responded with, "i love you honey", or something to that effect.

streak/tetris duo: wilbur + cellbit

based on both of their characters having (had) white streamers in their hair / based on the streamers being known to play (and rage at) tetris.

when wilbur’s character was revived on the dream smp, he came back with a white streak. when cellbit was kidnapped by the federation, he woke up with a white streak.

despite both of them enjoying tetris, they've been known to be driven slightly insane when losing.

square duo: wilbur + felps

based on someone's dream.

the person who coined the duo name had a dream that felps was the first person wilbur ran into when he returned to the server, and the two got to know each other while breaking down felps' square.

father duo: wilbur + forever

based on their love for their kids.

despite being unable to be there, wilbur cares a lot for tallulah. if he could be present in her life, he would, as that little girl means the world to him. forever is largely regarded as one of the most protective parents, constantly fretting over richarlyson and telling him to put on his armor. he has a strong sense of protection over all the eggs, as well, as seen with the ninho project.

joy duo: wilbur + pac

based on the “lovejoy” name.

despite never meeting him, pac has been very eager for wilbur's return, and was one of the people most looking forward to his arrival when the "surprise party" billboards went up. this led to fans joking about how much he was acting like a fangirl, spiraling into the coining of joyduo.

rain duo: wilbur + nihachu

based on their origins smp characters.

on origins, wilbur was a phantom, and niki a merling. due to phantoms burning in the daytime and merlings being unable to exit the water, the only time the two were able to truly talk and bond with each other during the day was when it was raining.

quirky duo: wilbur + tubbo

based on their personalities.

both wilbur and tubbo are known to be quite eccentric. yeah that's all i got for this one.

hide duo: fit + pac

based on the hide and seek arena.

during a game of hide and seek, pac said goodbye to fit by calling him "big daddy", causing fit to panic and fumble so hard it took him multiple tries to find his warp point back home.

dad duo: philza + luzu

based on their paternal roles/influence.

luzu, of course, is a father in real life. while phil doesn't have any biological kids of his own, wilbur and tommy have essentially adopted themselves as his kids. wilbur has canonized this dynamic in at least three different smps, dubbing himself as phil's son in the dream smp, origins smp, and the qsmp.

death duo: philza + missa

based on their associations with death.

phil is commonly associated with death, or lack thereof, with his irl wife (kristin) canonically having been the goddess of death on the dream smp, as well as his reputation of being an unkillable hardcore player. he's been dubbed "the angel of death" on multiple servers; for being a killing machine on smpearth, and for his wife being the goddess of death on the dream smp. missa's connection comes from his skeletor skin and the different fandom interpretations of his character's appearance.

sugar duo: philza + forever

based on forever being phil's "sugar baby"

during the brazilians' first day on the server, phil took forever under his wing, giving him a bunch of items and supplies to help forever get started. forever was quick to dub phil his sugar daddy, and the name was shortened to just sugar for simplicity's sake.

codebreakers: philza + etoiles

based on their duel against the codes during the elections dinner.

when the codes attacked during the dinner, phil and etoiles were the two main fighters, and the only ones not to get teleported back by admins. additionally, the two of them have been the ones to most express their bloodthrist towards the codes, consistently challenging them to battles and calling them out for cowardly behavior.

goldfinch duo: foolish + jaiden

based on yellow birds.

in the words of its creator (@/inzerogravityy on twitter), "goldfinch is a yellow bird, and yknow jaiden is a bird person, and foolish is a totem that's made of gold which is yellow."

parrot duo: roier + jaiden

based on their habit of mimicking (ie “parroting”) each other.

contrary to popular belief, this has nothing to do with parrots, the bird. it’s because jaiden and roier have a tendency to mimic each other’s mannerisms/phrases! for example, roier’s insistence of hatsune miku being real comes from him hearing jaiden say so, and jaiden’s constant repetition of spanish phrases is because of spending so much time with roier.

rose/flower duo: cellbit + jaiden

based on cellbit’s visit to bobby fields.

when cellbit first visited jaiden's new house, he was very impressed and in awe of her build, to the point where he later admitted it nearly made him cry. jaiden's house, and bobby fields itself, is covered in roses, and recently, cellbit has also decorated his own home with them.

bird duo: baghera + jaiden

based on both of them being associated with birds.

baghera’s skin is a duck, and jaiden is well-known for being a bird lover, having two birds of her own irl. additionally, q!jaiden has been assigned as an avian by the larger fandom.

land duo: foolish + badboyhalo

based on their dream smp characters.

during the l’sandberg arc, bad had created a nation within foolish’s summer home and claimed its independence, despite foolish’s constant protests. multiple land disputes broke out between the two over toll gates, cacti, supreme fridges, and more, culminating in foolish blowing up l’sandberg. this rivalry between them has extended to the qsmp, as well, with bad consistently monitoring foolish’s builds and whether he has “permission” to build on those lands or not. 

theory duo/bros: maximus + badboyhalo

based on them being the original theorists.

before cellbit founded the order, maximus and bad were the first to start theorizing that something was wrong with the island, and the first to truly start digging deeper into what the federation was hiding.

gossip duo: cellbit + badboyhalo

based on their penchant for gossiping.

bad is not only a known gossiper, but known to start trouble just so he has more gossip to spread around. cellbit, while not as extreme, also enjoys his fair share of gossip, and the two have shared multiple gossip sessions over their fellow server members.

lamp duo: badboyhalo + baghera

based on bad gifting baghera a lamp.

during an investigation, bad gifted baghera a blue lamp. not only was this a pretty big thing considering q!bad's penchant for stealing and hoarding furniture, but also because the lamp was blue, ie skeppy-colored. bad tends to be especially protective and territorial over blue furniture, so gifting it to baghera was truly a testament of their friendship and how much he trusted her.

sweet duo: badboyhalo + etoiles

based on their interactions.

despite being some of the server's strongest and most decked-out warriors, etoiles and bad are total sweethearts to each other, as well as most of the other server members.

build duo: foolish + vegetta

based on their building prowess.

vegetta and foolish were some of the first on the qsmp to take up the idea of a large, intricate base, both taking it upon themselves to build massive towers. both players are known for their building outside of the qsmp itself.

castle/simp duo: cellbit + vegetta

based on their builds / based on their love for their partners.

both vegetta and cellbit have quite impressive bases, with vegetta's tower having since expanded outwards and cellbit's own castle.

people know not to mess with foolish because that would incite vegetta's wrath, and no one wants to ever be on his bad side. he's provided foolish with multiple illegal items because he loves him so much. alternatively, cellbit is absolutely whipped for roier. he absolutely short-circuits whenever his husband is around, and would do anything to ensure his safety/happiness.

misclick duo: mariana + slimecicle

based upon unfortunate canon events.

both mariana and charlie have ended up accidentally killing eggs by misclicking, whether it be by destroying their bed or by sweeping edge damage.

glass duo: roier + slimecicle

based on an ongoing bit of charlie breaking roier’s windows. 

charlie has a habit of entering buildings by breaking the nearest window instead of walking all the way to the front door, a habit that was especially noticeable in roier’s house. not only did charlie visit a lot, often breaking multiple windows during one visit as he came in and out of the house, but roier would have a notable reaction, likely due to the different norms between american and hispanic servers. 

backfly duo: vegetta + slimecicle

based on the combining of "backflip" and "fly".

charlie and vegetta once jumped down from the top of vegetta's tower with their gliders, attempting to see how many backflips charlie (el backflippo) could do before hitting the ground. the answer was 6.

green duo: mike + slimecicle

based on the green of their skins.

both charlie and mike have green as the most prominent color of their skin, with mike's eyes, shirt, boxers, and shoes, and charlie's eyes, shirt, br'aad's sash, and slime.

fonduo: slimecicle + baghera

based on their conversation on debate day.

baghera and charlie spent a good while talking about fondue together. more specifically, gruyere, as charlie couldn't manage to say it properly and kept asking baghera for assistance.

guapo duo: roier + cellbit

based on their communities' initial reactions to the other.

when cellbit was first added to the qsmp and outside communities got acquainted with him, roier's community (+ roier himself) were quick to talk about how handsome he is. in return, cellbit's community was also quick to highlight how handsome roier is, and the two grew a fast but unbreakable bond.

(la) realidad duo: roier + forever

based on the two discussing “the reality” of latin america. 

when forever was building the multiple bus stops + roads to the favela, he encountered roier in front of the oxxo. him and roier got to talking about “la realidad” (the reality) of living in latin america, destroying the road to be pull of pot holes and uneven terrain, as that is “la realidad” for most areas. they have since continued this bit, still keeping it to centering around the reality of latin american life.

ohnana duo: maximus + forever

based on the ongoing "oh nana" bit.

while the entire server has gotten into the "oh nana" bit at one point or another, maximus and forever are by far the most involved. everyone else has mostly dropped the bit and will only do it when a large group is involved, but forever and maximus have essentially turned it into a greeting between the two of them.

insane duo: cellbit + forever

based on their behavior.

cellbit is known to drive himself insane and go to extreme lengths to solve whatever puzzle has been put in front of him. forever is known to drive himself insane with projects that anyone else would balk at, such as copacabana and ninho. on top of that, they just drive each other insane and to the extreme.

smart/genius duo: baghera + cellbit

based on their penchant for enigmas.

baghera and cellbit have gotten very involved in the server's mysteries and uncovering the truth. they're both very smart and have keen eyes, especially when paired together.

smooth duo: pac + felps

based on their flirting and demeanor.

in comparison to the other brazilians, pac and felps are by far the calmest of the group. additionally, they're "smooth" flirters, having even kissed during festa junina.

piranha duo: pac + forever

based on both of their characters being flirts.

in portuguese, “piranha” is slang for a woman that sleeps around. both forever and pac have become semi-infamous for flirting with the other server members. 

mean girls duo: baghera + forever

based on mean girls, the movie.

baghera and forever are known to provoke and poke fun at each other constantly. they also have a penchant for gossiping and talking shit, although largely as a light-hearted joke and nothing actually serious. additionally, baghera and forever's characters are both blond, fitting the usual "mean girl" stereotype.

pacman duo: pac + etoiles

based on both of them having pac-man associations.

both etoiles and pac have a pac-man symbol on the front of their shirt/hoodie.

baguette duo: nihachu + tubbo

N/A

green box duo: tubbo + philza

based on their dream smp characters.

the backstory for c!tubbo was that he was found on a box on the side of the road by philza. the "green" was added due to both of their skins having green as a major color.

beets duo: tubbo + foolish

based on their dream smp characters.

to "fix" his consistent issue of starvation, tubbo decided to build a beet farm to have a consistent source of food. foolish ended up jumping in on the bit, and soon enough, a fairly notable area of the greater dream smp had been turned into a glorified beet farm.

#icarus speaks #duos spreadsheet #jesus CHRIST this took longer than i thought it would #largely bc i kept getting sidetracked #i'd go to look for the origin of one thing then BOOM. i fidn another duo name #and have to go on a 10 minute deep dive to see if it's actually used or not. and if so who it's for #long post

[siphoklansan]

Introducing…. 𓆝 ⋆.𖦹°‧

꧁𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡𝗼𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢꧂

สุชลที ทิพย์ชลาลัย

“He claims that his father is a king.”

Height : 167 cm.

Birthday : 15th of November (Loy Kratong)

Age : 18

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands (Attidaya)

Best Subject : Practical Magic

Club : Equestrian club

Talents : Horseback riding, swimming.

Hobby : Taking care of his pet *jet dragon horse (Nhil - ม้านิลมังกร)

Dislikes : Nagas, sea snakes

Favorite Food : Tom Yum Khung (ต้มยำกุ้ง)

Least Favorite Food : Traditional medicine, bitter herbs.

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜꧂

- 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚: the ability to summon an extinct, magic creature of the sea: the Jet Dragon Horse. Suchol can command the horse at will whether to attack or to use it as a means of transportation, both on land and sea.

- Suchol can breathe underwater.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡𝗼𝐥꧂

- Suchol’s first name “Sucholatee” means beautiful sea and his last name “Thipchalalai” means the angel’s ocean✨

- Suchol is based off of another famous literature piece (famous as in it has been in plays for countless of times- like Romeo and Juliet💀) called Phra Apai Manee (พระอภัยมณี) and he’s based on a character named Sudsakorn! The story is a bout Sudsakon, a half mer half human boy, goes on a journey to find his father.

- Spoiler alert: tbh his father is lowley a piece of shit based on what I remember😭 He has a lot of wives (at that time having many wives is a power status, and he’s a king) and he fell in love with a mermaid who is Sudsakorn’s mother. THEN HE LEAVES SO THAT’S WHY SUDSAKORN GREW UP TO LOOK FOR HIM. The dad’s also the protagonist of the story (his name is on the title) but I’m purely writing this out of memory because so many things happened in the story and I have to go reread it again. The dad left for some “duties” but got a new wife along the journey like bruh🗿

- Back to Suchol though, his horse Nhil (or should I say his unique magic👀) is based off of the horse dragon in the literature piece! The horse dragon is a wild animal, and its strength even rivals yakshas. But Sudsakorn decided that no☝️you are my friend and I will treat you like you’re some stray cat on the street☝️ and that’s how Sudsakorn got his mount HSJDJUJSUJDU

- To elaborate further on his Unique magic, it’s kind of like Kalim’s magic carpet. The magic carpet is a replica of the original one, and Suchol’s horse dragon ability is a replica of the extinct animal🫶✨

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡𝗼𝐥꧂

- Sucholatee Thipchalalai or Suchol for short, is an aspiring and dutiful young half-mer of Royal sword Academy- sorry that was a lie, he’s actually a trouble maker. Don’t let his pretty face fool you!

- Oh, he’d stir up trouble and pranks everywhere. Like dude, how’d you get here in this academy of all places?? You sure you’re not from NRC? You didn’t snuck in here did you?

- Aside from his infamous tricks and such at the academy, he’s quite a sweetheart to his family; his single mother who is a mermaid, and his surrogate father who is an old man next door.

- Growing up on an island with fairytales and stories being told to him constantly, he grew up to believe it is all true. That is to say, he’s the type to believe that Santa Claus is real (and he still does please don’t break the news to him🙏)

- Suchol was a young prodigy due to the mysterious ways his surrogate father taught him magic. It ranges from animal linguistics to ancient magic! That said, he doesn’t find a need to study and still gets good grades. Lucky bastard🙄 /lh

- The general rule of hanging out with Suchol is to NEVER mention Charin. Ever. Not because he hates the yaksha, it’s more like Suchol sees him as his idol. Charin was the older brother Suchol never had. The red eye shadow he wears is proof that he wants to grow up to be just like Charin!

- Suchol is the type of guy who says the most mind boggling, crazy, unbelievable thing ever but it turns out to be true.

- “My dad is a king from a far away land!” Yeah sure buddy 🤥 (it’s actually true)

- But hey, being a bad boy and a trickster aside, having a friend like Suchol is like a breath of fresh air. He’ll drag you to fun fairs and games, making sure you having the time of your life is his priority.

- One of his best qualities (maybe the only one /j im kidding) is honesty. Suchol finds it difficult to lie. While he wouldn’t be blunt about it (*cough* Mathura *cough*), he still makes sure to be honest without hurting anyone’s feelings.

- So what do you say? You don’t wanna miss out on one of the best rides of your life, right? Suchol can’t wait to show off his new friend his legendary horse!

*jet in this case refers to the gemstone

*picture of the dragon horse since I’m too lazy to draw it (the horse has shining black scales that looks like the jet gemstone)

“PS. Invite Charin if you can!” <- his words not mine.

#Suchol 𓆝 ⋆.𖦹°‧ #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #original character #Suchol #☂︎︎​siphok-museum☂︎︎ #he got some brotherly instincts from Charin #so he feels the need to look after Pin-Cha sometimes🫶 #and yes Charin has a side job #he’s a warden for the most dangerous prison in Attidaya #and it’s in the deepest parts of the ocean! #Charin Kamolnath #Charin #Charin Kamolnath༄

[m0chis-cafe]

how i think savanaclaw dorm members would kiss you

word count; 1.5k

warnings; slight talk of self doubt/shutting people out (jack)

characters: Leona, Ruggie, Jack

Leona kingscholar🦁

-you cannot tell me this man wouldn't give you kisses while he's half asleep (i mean when isn't he half asleep...)

-his lips are dry, I'm sorry. his unique spell makes everything sand, but if you started putting chapstick on him he'd allow it

-if you try to leave while he's taking a nap during classes with you he drags you back down and starts kissing you until you agree to stay

-he's a lazy lion and his kisses are too. really slow and just kinda chill (unless you try leaving during one of his naps...)

-often kisses your forehead and neck/jaw

-sidenote; not about Leona kissing you, but I feel like he would melt if you kissed on or near his ears. just-food for thought don't mind me

-doesn't care about PDA

-would kiss you right in front of ruggie or jack, he just doesn't care

-if you did care he would dial it back, he just likes showing everyone your his

While sitting in magic history with Ruggie he got a text. All he did was groan and show you his phone, glancing up from your textbook you saw it was from Leona. He was asking Ruggie to give him the lesson from today and the classwork, saying he was skipping to take a nap.

"Can you get him? He's got to have told you where he was taking his stupid daily cat nap" he said with a blank yet annoyed expression. You let out a quiet laugh pulling out your phone to see a barrage of messages from Leona telling you to come to join him in the botanical gardens. showing Ruggie your phone as you raised your hand to ask Treinif you can go to the restroom. "take my bag back to savanaclaw when class is over, please, thanks!" you murmured to him, quickly flashing him a smile. "just like Leona..." you heard him grumbling before you slipped out of your seat.

making your way through the halls and to the botanical gardens you spotted Leona leaning his back against the base of a tree. his arms crossed and a soft look across his features. kneeling next to his sleeping figure you reached out a hand to poke his cheek repeatedly, "Leona, wake up. I snuck out past Trein just for you." After a few pokes one of his eyes opened slowly, "whaddya want herbivore-?".

sitting next to him he softly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to lean on his chest leaning his head back onto the tree. Trying to push him away slightly you frowned, "Hey, no. I came here to bring you to class. not to be swept into this." He looked down at you, sweeping a couple of kisses to the crown of your head, "Stay herbivore, please.". you melted at his words and into his embrace, closing your eyes and resting one of your hands on his warm chest. *I guess I could stay a while...*

Ruggie bucchi🍂

-he likes to tease you while kissing you

-makes me think of someone who would kiss the corners of your lips just to mess with you, or kiss near/on your ears after whispering in them just to mess with you

-another sidenote: the same thing as Leona, kiss his ears, please hell be so happy

-back to him, his lips are also kinda dry but soft at the same time

-he would drag you to do all of Leona's dirty work with him, not to make you do the work but just so he's not alone

-would absolutely melt if you offered to take care of some of the chores for him (please, hes stressed)

-while you guys are out doing Leona's chores he occasionally kisses your cheek or hand expressing his appreciation

-I can see him as being into small PDA bit not like full making out with you in front of people

-very handsy though, with arms around your shoulder, hands on your hips or waist holding you close, you name it he does it (as long as you are comfortable with it obviously)

You and Ruggie were walking down the halls after history to get to the cafeteria. Your hands were laced together so he wouldn't lose you with how fast he was walking. It was a day when the cafeteria was selling something that Leona needed apparently, so you got dragged with him to keep him company and to get your own food.

After waiting in line for almost 15 minutes you got Leona's food and both of yours. You were about to sit down when Ruggies phone buzzed, he pulled it out opening the notification with a groan tilting his head back. "what's wrong?", you reached your hand out to touch his arm looking up at him with concern.

"He's in the courtyard, he doesn't want to walk all the way over here" looking down at you apologetically, "i'll be right back, ok?" before he could even turn around fully you grabbed the back of his jacket pulling him down onto one of the cafeteria benches. "What was that for?" he screeched.

"I'll bring him his lunch, you stay here. You need a break, Ruggie..." He leaned in, giving you a small kiss on the corner of your lips, "Thank you", you mumbled a quick 'no problem' before getting Leona's lunch in hand. you planted a kiss between his ears and on the tips of each before leaving quickly, "I'll be right back!" leaving the poor boy flustered on the bench to stare blankly at the food in front of him with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Jack Howl🐺

-no matter how tough he wants to act, he's a big softie with you

-I feel like he would have well taken care of his lips, as we see in book 5 he was friends with Vil when they were kids

-so I feel like some of his beauty tips would've rubbed off on him, I mean have you seen his hair, it's gorgeous

-he's someone that kisses your forehead a lot and the inside of your wrists

-not someone who shows a ton of physical affection as he gets flustered so easily, but when you're alone hell give you as many kisses as you want

-following that, not super into PDA

-if you needed it I feel like he'd be comfortable after a while, as well as surrounded by friends

-he's the type to, without words, understand what you feeling and know how to make you feel better

-he holds your hand or wraps his arm around your shoulder while walking you to class

You walk through the halls with Jack and the rest of the freshmen on the way to the cafeteria. You all had hard exams that day, in which you didn't score the highest one, but none of you did really. The highest score was Epels, and he only got a 72% thanks to Vils nagging him the night before. You had scored one of the lowest in the group, and it was really getting to your head so you chose to stay silent the whole walk.

You kept your eyes downcast the whole walk to the cafeteria, barely noticing Jack's arm wrapped around your shoulder the whole time. Blindly letting him guide you to a table telling you to save the area as the rest of the freshman bags fell to the seats surrounding you. You felt him softly kiss your head as he walked with the remaining boys to get the food.

As you waited for them to return you sat and fiddled with the bracelet Jack had gotten you long ago (made out of the same beads that Savanclaw jewelry is made out of, yk what I mean). Your vacant gaze on your bracelet-covered wrist was broken at the sound of Deuce and Ace yelling at each other as they sat down first, followed suit by Epel and Sebek. Jack was last to join the group, arriving a few minutes after everyone else, he sat right next to you carrying both of your lunches. Looking at the food you realized that it wasn't normal cafeteria food, but your favorite snacks from Sam's shop.

Lifting your chin to look at him you simply smiled and leaned into his side as a show of gratitude for the kind gesture. You felt one of his hands come to the back of your head, directing you towards him as you felt him kiss your forehead. All you heard was Ace groaning, "get a room!" followed by a loud gasp from Sebek, "WE ARE IN PUBLIC". Sticking your tongue out at them all as you spoke for the first time since the exam, "you're all just jealous" leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek. They all groaned, but in reality, they were just glad you were feeling better.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jack howl #jack x reader #jack howl x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader

[singbluesxlver]

One day, Price decides to go on a road trip with Gaz, Soap and Ghost.

Destination? A house he owns near the beach.

His boys are thrilled with the idea and start packing as soon as he tells them about it.

Price would be lying if he said he's not super excited too. He carries an instax camera with him so that when they return, he can decorate part of his office wall with memories of the trip.

...

Price drives, Gaz is his co-driver and Ghost and Soap are in the back seats. At first Ghost had offered to take turns driving with Price but they all preferred him to stay away from the wheel.

They talk, listen to the "road trip playlist" Gaz made for the occasion, look at the landscape through the window and hear Soap asking "are we there yet?" over and over.

At some point, Soap suddenly falls silent and when Gaz turns to see why, he finds his two friends sleeping soundly, Soap's head resting comfortably on Ghost's shoulder.

Of course he wouldn't miss an opportunity like that and asks Price for the camera. That's the first photo taken on the trip.

...

The second one is of a sand sculpture, a mini version of their base.

Soap and Ghost spend at least two hours on it.

Price is impressed by the precision and attention to detail they put into making it and so it doesnt take long for him to pull out his camera. Seconds after the picture is printed, a ball from a child who's playing near them falls on their work, completely destroying it.

Gaz can't help but laugh loudly, Soap seems like he's about to cry, and Price tries very hard to stop Ghost from committing child murder.

...

Photos number three, four and five come with a less chaotic story behind.

At night, when Ghost's having trouble to sleep, Price sits on the couch with him and plays a movie he thinks he'll enjoy. Once the movie is over, he stays up with Ghost until he gets back to sleep.

Precisely, Price takes the third photo one time he sees Ghost being completely absorbed in the story of a film he chose for him, head resting on both hands and eyes glued to the screen. Price thinks he looks like a cat looking at a fish tank.

The forth is actually a request from Soap.

One late afternoon he finds Price entertained with a book and asks him to read it outloud for him. Price gladly accepts and since then they start having "reading sessions" everyday.

Soap lies down with his head in Price's lap, listening carefully to his soothing voice. From time to time he feels one of Price's hands run through his hair in such a relaxing way that it makes him think he is going to fall asleep at any moment.

It means so much to Soap when they finish their first book together that he asks Price to take a picture of him posing with it. It had been a long time since he was able to finish a book because of how hard it is for him to concentrate on reading most of the time.

As for the fifth photo, it's taken by Ghost while he watches (and hears) Price teaching Gaz how to play the guitar. He admires Price's patience and Gaz's determination and commitment, who strives to learn despite struggling with the barre chords from time to time.

The camera captures Price's proud look over a very focused Gaz trying to play a new song he taught him a couple of minutes ago.

...

During their little vacations, they take many more photos. Price and Ghost after beating Gaz and Soap in a beach volleyball match, Price posing next to a "1# dad captain" mug the boys gave him half jokingly-half seriously, Soap and Gaz having a water fight in the sea, Ghost surrounded by seagulls after having fed one of them, Ghost and Soap's first kiss after having returned from a walk on the beach in which they both confessed their feelings for each other, etc.

...

Price's favorite photo is one of the last to be taken tho.

While on the beach, Gaz asks a man passing by to take a picture of them.

Quickly the four settle in front of the camera. Price in the middle, Ghost behind him and Gaz and Soap on his sides.

Just as the man is about to hit the camera button, the boys unexpectedly pounce on Price, engulfing him in a big loving hug.

They are laughing, their heads leaning against each other, their arms interlocked,

and he never felt more at home.

#sorry for my english #but i needed to get this out of my system #bcs its making me so emotional #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mwii #mw2

[hyunverse]

quaint town ‧₊˚✩彡 ot8 stray kids as townspeople

ot8 (separately) x reader. about — headcanons on what their roles would be in a small town! contains — headcanons, fluff. wc — 2443 words. note — thought of this while listening to some songs. lmk if you guys want a whole oneshot based on any of this ^__^ disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

BANG CHAN. . . would be the town mayor's son! his father owns the biggest construction and property development company in the town, and he's set to be the next ceo. the bang family practically owns 80% of the town, most of the buildings owned by them. despite being loaded, and residing in the biggest, most beautiful bungalow in the center of the town — chan's the definition of down to earth. you will never catch him lacking. he's cheerful and nice to everyone, greeting the townspeople every time he's strolling in the town square. he's ever-so polite and handsome too; making him the most eligible bachelor in town. everybody's mother wants him as their son in law. his family members were the first ones to greet your family when you moved to town, generously bringing casserole as a welcome gift.

often times, you'd bump into chan as he helps his father work. he'd have a construction gear on, hair sticking against his skin whilst listening to his father's lectures obediently. truly a worthy heir to have. he'd discreetly wave at you when you walk pass, holding in laughters as you pull a stupid face at him. chan genuinely cares for the townspeople as well — frequently listens to complains to pass to his father. the cool playground at the town square was one of chan's brilliant pitches — claimed that a slide and a pathetic excuse of a sand box isn't sufficient for the children's happiness.

chan didn't only pitch the idea of a bigger playground — even helped to build it. since then, you often go to the playground to play on the swings, with the hopes of bumping into him and engaging in a lengthy conversation. what you're unaware of is that he does the exact same thing too, desperate for your attention.

LEE KNOW. . . is your beloved town's dance teacher! he owns the only dance studio in town, medium-sized and beautiful. he doesn't charge ridiculous fees, even offers free ballet classes for kids on saturdays. the fact that he even allows people to walk in and just watch his lessons show that he genuinely loves what he does, and doesn't solely do it for the profit.

people love him because of his gentle personality, despite coming off as cold on the exterior. ensures to reassure his students as he teaches, saying words like, "you're doing great!" "amazing energy, kiddo!" minho sometimes brings his cats; soonie, doongie and dori to his studio and allows the kids to (gently) play with them as reward. during times when he's short-staffed, he'd ask (force) for hyunjin to help teach in his classes. he's also known for being incredibly handsome — to the point where women would fall at his feet, and the men in town envy him for his looks. some people, typically girls your age would enroll in his classes just to gawk at him in awe. he realizes this, thus asks for another instructor to teach those classes instead.

unless there's you, of course. on days when you'd drop by to observe him at work out of boredom, he'd suddenly switch his aura — becoming all welcoming and extra friendly towards you. the kids in his class would tease him about fancying you, which he would shush them over. on days when he's out of work, you'd run into him at the grocery store, a basket in hand. you find yourself staring at these times. him in a simple black tee, hugging his chest, and the veins in his arms showing. a total heartthrob, truly.

SEO CHANGBIN. . . is a gymbro through and through. the town's most fit person! jogs in a tight, fitted shirt and joggers every single morning, a cap atop his head. the grandparents would jokingly whistle as he jogs by — which he loves. would even show off a little by flexing his biceps, earning laughters from the town's crochet club.

if chan is the mothers' favourite guy, changbin would be the grandparents' favourite. he's just so sweet, waving hello to people as he goes on his morning jogs. sometimes, he'd even buy coffee for the grandparents hanging out at the town square. remembers their orders by heart. because of this, they'd request for him to lead the zumba sessions your town has every sunday morning. the request gets him shy, but after the persuasion of the grandparents, and minho offering to choreograph, he gave in. it's endearing to walk by the town square on sunday mornings to see the atmosphere being filled with giggles and typical zumba music, the townspeople all gushing over changbin.

your first conversation with changbin would be one day when he's out for his usual coffee run before his jog session. you left your wallet at home by accident, and he offered to pay for your drink. after you insisted to pay him back somehow, he suggested for you to accompany him during his jog that morning. even promised to opt for brisk walking instead! since then, you grew a liking towards him and would often accompany him. in just a short while, you two became the town's hot topic! the oldies' favourite guy, and the sweetest person in town spending a suspicious amount of time together? it's safe to say that since then, the two of you are invited to the crochet club's sessions a lot.

HWANG HYUNJIN. . . is the mystery craftsman. well, he's not entirely mysterious — he engages in conversations with the townspeople quite a lot, though you could tell that he picks and chooses the information he'll reveal.

he's fun to talk to, quite the dramatic — although the only things people actually know about him would be that 1. he lives in an art studio located in a shop lot building owned by bang construction. 2. his hands are typically stained with paint. 3. he's a very artsy person. 4. he's the go-to man for organizing events. would happily help out with painting or things of sorts.

every time there's an event in your quaint town (which is multiple times a month), the town mayor would ask hyunjin to help out with the decorations. he's the one who'd hand make the banners, draw the posters, paint the fences, the gazebos — anything that requires arsty crafting skills. the murals decorating the town would be from hyunjin's golden hands — your personal favourite being one of two people holding hands while watching fireworks, painted on a wall of an alleyway beside the kim family's cafe. (the two people actually being the two of you.)

aside from helping out at events and painting murals, the townspeople would go to hyunjin to order a custom painting or sketch. everyone loves hyunjin's art, and he appreciates that. he knows a thing or two about book-binding, too — a skill his grandfather had passed down to him. if you go to his studio, you'll find notebooks which were hand binded by him.

on occasions when minho is short-staffed at the dance studio, he's there to help. not voluntarily, usually — he'll be there if minho had succesfully bribed him or threatened to stuff tissues in his mouth. during these occasions, even more people would crowd the studio. who doesn't want to see two heartthrobs dancing?

out of everyone in town, he trusts you the most, considering you're his partner. you're always lounging around in his studio, and you're the only person who knows about the fact that he's always out of town since he participates in art exhibitions a lot. that's where he gets money to upkeep his studio in your quaint town. the two of you are the town's most darling couple — he helps with crafts, and you help with the activities.

HAN JISUNG. . . is a worker at the local comic book store! chirpy and funny, it's a job that suits him the most. the "comic mania store" is always filled with jisung's fun energy. he could engage with his customers for hours, giving endless recommendations.

what's your favourite genre? shonen, shojo — you name it, jisung would have a recommendation for any genre. he has a soft spot for the one piece series and. . . he doesn't tell much people this but. . . fruits basket and sailor moon are quite up there in his list. he's so passionate, it's endearing to witness. there are multiple arcade games in the store, and he's the holder of the high scores on each one. would teach the people visiting the store how to play the games too.

comic books isn't jisung's only passion.

behind the cash register, he could sometimes be seen jotting things down in a notebook. song lyrics. when the store is empty, and it's nearing dawn, jisung would hum to songs he wrote as he closes up the store. you earned the privilege of closely knowing him when you caught him humming alone one time, not shy to compliment him on his voice and ask what song it is. he'd sheepishly admitted that it's an original song. from there, you bonded a friendship with him — which then turned into something more. his notebook pages went from general lyrics about life to specific lyrics about you.

due to his energetic nature, the book store at the outskirts of town sometimes invite him to read storybooks for children when there's a new release. he's talented at keeping the children focused and entranced — faking voices and accents to keep things entertaining.

LEE FELIX. . . the sweet baker who just moved in! freckled and handsome, the people's first impression of him would be that he's absolutely adorable. one week after moving in, it is revealed that he moved to open his own bakery right beside minho's dance studio! strategic location, truly — because now the kids in minho's classes can simply buy some bakery goods from felix's bakery after class.

gives out free testers of his daily specials everyday. after popular demand, felix would occasionally organize baking classes for both adults and kids. for free too — he just wants to make people happy and share his joy with everyone at the town. would wind up having a food fight with the kids, splattering batter and swiping flour on each other.

felix regularly sponsors desserts for the town events, and so the events automatically become crowded because pretty much the entire town loves felix's baking. especially his brownies. he's not the only baker in town — competing with madam choi and lady yun. despite both bakers disliking him, he's nice to them regardless! buys goods from both their bakeries at times to show support. he's such a bundle of sunshine, it's impossible for anyone to dislike him. always all smiles as he fills the air with the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla.

you totally lucked out the moment felix moved in beside your house, because ever since the first time he gave you brownies as a hello gift, he's been sending food weekly. you're the first one to test his new recipes. felix claims that it's because you have excellent tastebuds when really, he just wants to impress you. . .

KIM SEUNGMIN. . . best barista ever! the kim family's cafe, "coffee pot" was passed down to him. . . for good. the business was frankly dying until his midas touch. he inserted book racks in the cafe, allowing people to both donate and take books from there for free. with the help of hyunjin and chan, he decorated the interior of the cafe, bringing life to the previously dull environment.

he's the epitome of traditionally new — brewing coffee the traditional way but also introducing modern menus. also purchases pastries from felix in order to add on to his menu.

being a barista, he always smells like coffee. you find yourself inching closer towards him everytime you talk to lose yourself in the smell of his cologne and coffee. he never noticed. you as well — oblivious to his advances such as making up discounts and giving away free beverages everytime you step foot into the cafe. he's infatuated with you, so much so that he could recognize you by the pitter-patter of your feet against the tiles, and the way you swing open the oak door to his business. it's hard for seungmin to conceal his smile everytime you enter, having to fake cough each time.

people don't only visit "coffee pot" to purchase his exquisite coffee, rather to watch him at work as well. you don't blame them — the sight of him with tugged up sleeves, glasses at the bridge of his nose and a focused expression could make anybody drool.

a multi-talented workaholic of a man, seungmin also owns an apothecary. if he couldn't be found at the cafe, he's stocking up on medicines at the apothecary. you're sick and stuck at home? he'll arrive within an hour, a bag of pastries and remedies in hand.

YANG JEONGIN. . . the town's typical fashionista! amidst the town's rather old-fashioned way, there's a fashionable vlogger. he contrasts the town's ways, but due to his family being known as one of the earliest residing people in town, and his sweet persona, everybody adores him anyway. sure, there's hushed talks whenever he's at the town square with his vlog camera, yet anytime there's a modern problem. . . it's jeongin to the rescue!

grandma choi's wifi is not working well? he's there fixing the router. grandpa cho can't figure out sms? he'll be the guide. miss wang wants to take revenge on her ex husband? i.n will be there to gossip and to suggest a revenge dress. best person to gossip with. frequently, jeongin, felix and hyunjin could be seen gossiping away at the town square. if you're in need of new pictures to upload on instagram, you can count it on jeongin to help! he'll happily suggest places in town to take pictures at, and will go with you to help take pictures too! sucha darling company to have, truly. . .

although he's modern, he works at a vinyl store. walk pass the windows of the vintage store and you can spot i.n in a pair of overalls, choosing records to play. if you're fortunate enough, you'll catch him dancing and humming along as a record plays on the antic gramophone. it's a soft sight to witness, the starting point of your adoration towards him. so welcoming to you when you enter the store, will chat away about the records he like.

on the night of your first date with him, he had given you the privilege of entering the vinyl store at night. he played paul anka and swayed with you, giggling everytime you mess up. in the end, you had toppled over his figure — the cause of your first kiss with him.

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[my-adhd-gremlin-blog]

I wrote this fic based on a post I made about pirate!Scar being the same person as s8!Scar. This SMP has me in a chokehold, but Scar's character especially has me hooked. Hope you enjoy!

The tavern was alive with the sound of raucous laughter as the Kestrels threw back their ales and shared their stories.

" - and then I said, that's not my wife, that's a crab!" Martyn bellowed, swigging more ale.

"Oh, very funny, Marty," Oli grumbled, hiding his embarrassment behind his own tankard. "My wife is not a crab! She's a very beautiful, very real lady!"

The crew continued to guffaw, ruddy faced and cheery from the sheer amounts of alcohol they'd consumed.

"Oli's wife is cra-ab, Oli's wife is a cra-ab," Sausage chanted gleefully, spilling most of his drink on the floor in the process.

Disturbed by the commotion, Captain Jellie curiously wandered over from the bar, leaping into Scar's lap for a fuss. Scar smiled, scratching Jellie behind the ears. The feline began to purr.

"What about you, Scar? Did you have a special someone at home?" Martyn asked, also reaching a hand out towards the cat.

Scar met Martyn's gaze with unfocused eyes. He thought perhaps he might be trying to make fun of him, too, but Martyn's interest seemed sincere. Scar's smile grew wider, even more playful.

"Me? No! There's a whole lotta Scar to go around, it just wouldn't be fair to the world if I settled down with just one person," he replied slyly.

Martyn chuckled. "Alright, charmer. Maybe you can share some of that charisma with the rest of us, hey?"

He leaned forward, swaying slightly in his chair, surveying Scar with hungry eyes. Martyn was flirting with him, that much he knew. But a face had appeared in Scar's mind, his special someone, and his heart was twisting with guilt. Not wanting to be rude, he threw Martyn a wink and chugged the rest of his ale, hoping that would be the end of it.

"Whoo, look at me go! Martyn, Scar, look! Check out my monocle!"

Oli, who had seemingly gotten over the crab comment, was now entertaining Sausage and Kyle by balancing his monocle on the end of his nose, like a seal with a rubber ball. Inevitably, it slipped and fell to the table, cracking down the middle.

"Oh my gosh, Scar! Look at my monocle!" Grian cried, examining himself in the mirror with delight. "How do I look?"

He gave a little twirl, and Scar whistled his approval. Grian was giving him the biggest grin; he didn't think his heart could handle it.

"Perfect! I told you the hat was a good idea. Now you look like a real train conductor."

Grian laughed, flicking the tiny top hat on Scar's head. "And you still look like the world's worse salesman."

Scar gripped the edge of the table, hard. A memory he thought he had lost long ago suddenly hit him like a gale force wind, and it felt like all the air had been knocked out of him.

"Scar, you okay, buddy?" Oli asked.

Scar waved him off. "Oh, fine. Absolutely fine." He tried to stand, and immediately stumbled. "Actually, I'm a little drunk. I'd say it's time for us, Jellie and me, to hit the hay."

○

The next morning, the Kestrels, all nursing severe hangovers, set out on their first mission in hopes of earning some coin. The rough sea churned their stomachs, but they pressed on, motivated by their greed for gold.

An island grew larger on the horizon, until the ship finally rolled gently onto the soft sand. Sausage dropped the anchor and the crew disembarked, glad for once to be on dry land.

"Are we sure this is the place? It sure doesn't look like a cursed island," Kyle said, taking in the scenery.

"Of course this is the right place. Are you questioning my navigation skills?" Sausage balked.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear," Kyle responded with a wink.

"Oh, are we flirting? I want in on that!" Martyn threw an arm around both of their shoulders, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks.

"Sorry to interrupt this little smooch-fest, guys, but Oli is looking a little green around the gills," said Scar, pointing over his shoulder to Oli, who was curled up in the sand holding his stomach.

"No, I'm fine! I'm fine, I -" Oli rolled over, and up came his breakfast. "I'm going to have to stay with the ship," he conceded.

"Lightweight, Oli!" Sausage teased jovially.

With Martyn and Scar's help, Oli managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He looked much more worse for wear than the rest of the crew.

"If it makes you feel any better, Oli, you look as bad as I feel," Martyn said.

Oli glared at him. "Why would that make me feel better?"

"Well, if Oli is fine to stay here feeding the fishes," said Kyle, eyeing the throw up that was slowly getting washed away by the surf, "then I see no reason why the rest of us can't go and explore the island. There may be treasure to be had. Perhaps, if you're feeling better by nightfall, Oli, you could join us for some monster-hunting?"

He threw Kyle a weak thumbs up. "You got it, boss man."

"That settles it, then," Sausage declared. "Onward, Kestrels! To adventure!"

"To adventure!" Martyn and Kyle chorused.

Scar, however, was looking into the distance wistfully. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later."

The ground beneath their feet rumbled. Earthquakes had become pretty much a daily occurrence at this point, and most of the Hermits couldn't remember a time when gravity wasn't a little unstable. Grian tugged on Scar's arm, pulling him inside the observatory to shelter from wayward floating dirt.

At the top, they both sunk to their knees, exhausted from the climb. Nobody in Boatem had slept for days, and the fatigue was making them delirious. The bright, looming figure of the moon shone threateningly through the observatory skylight. It was bigger tonight. It was constantly getting bigger.

"It's not getting bigger," Grian announced quietly. "It's getting closer."

Scar's heart thudded violently in his chest, but all he had the energy to do was let out a meek sob.

"This is the end, isn't it? This world is coming to an end."

Grian didn't say anything. There was no point denying it. Instead, he reached out to Scar, and despite being smaller, pulled him to his chest. Scar didn't resist.

"We'll build a new world, it'll be better than this one," Grian said, stroking Scar's hair.

"But we barely got any time in this one. This place was just starting to feel like home. I'm not ready to move on yet."

Grian chuckled lightly. "I don't think we have much of a choice, if the moon has other plans," he said. "Home isn't just a place, Scar. It's in the people you surround yourself with, too. As long as you and me are together, we'll always be home. And I for one sure do not plan on leaving you."

Scar's eyes drooped. He was tired, he was scared. But now, he was also beginning to realise that he was loved, too.

"You promise?" He muttered, fighting hard not to fall asleep in Grian's arms.

Grian held him tighter. "I promise."

A promise, sealed with a kiss.

Martyn frowned, concerned and slightly puzzled. "Are you alright, pal? Not gonna blow chunks like Oli, are you?"

"I swear to God, Marty, if I had the strength, I'd like to throw some very choice words at you," Oli groaned, half-heartedly flipping him off.

Once again, Scar was dismissive of his friends' concern. "Stop worrying about me. I'm OK, really. It's just been so long since I've had a crew, I got used to being a one man show. I'd appreciate a little bit of 'me' time. It's nothing personal."

Scar had almost said 'I promise' , but the words got stuck in his throat. The last time a promise was made with him, it got broken. Still, the other Kestrels seemed happy enough with his answer.

"OK, then. We'll see you later, Scar!"

Scar waved them off with a big smile. "Bye, now!"

Oli groaned again. "And now you're going to leave me, too, aren't you? Go, Scar, leave me here to die."

Scar rolled his eyes fondly. "Don't be so dramatic, you're not gonna die. Here." Scar handed him a flask full of fresh water. "Drink that. You'll be fine. Take care of yourself, I'll be back in a little while."

The island was beautiful. White sand, lush grass, palm trees reaching for the clouds. Everywhere you looked there was some interesting flora and fauna. Scar trekked up and over a hill, finding the remains of a sunken ship on the other side. It once must have been very impressive, judging by the sheer size of the wreckage. Now all that was left of it was splintered wood, torn up sails and barnacles in every nook and cranny.

Still, there may be something to salvage.

It took Scar a good part of the day to explore the entire shipwreck, encountering issues with a particularly curious duck that just did not want to leave him alone. When the sun reached its peak, Scar took a break, nibbling on a slightly mushy banana to dull his biting hunger. He stowed away the peel once he was finished with it; another potential customer to scam.

A brief run-in with a Kite confirmed for him that whatever had been left behind had already been ransacked by one of their own (Scar swore he would sink that Tubbo's ship one day). Writing that particular mission off a as a dud, Scar began his ascent again. He would go check on Oli, maybe meet up with the others, and slay a few monsters.

At the crest, Scar took a moment to take in the view. He could imagine how the night sky must look from here. How close the stars would seem to be. His eyes were starting to mist over when he caught a flash of red in his peripheral vision.

A scarlet macaw had come in to land beside him, as if completely unaware of his presence. Scar figured the animals here must see so little of humanity that they'd never learned to be afraid of him. He crouched, lifting an arm and holding it out. With a sharp whistle, Scar called the bird, and with very little hesitation, it soared up to him and perched on his forearm.

There were seeds in his bag, Scar was sure of it. With a little rummaging, he managed to grab a handful. The bird ate right from the palm of his hand.

Scar huffed a laugh. "Does this mean we're friends now?"

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the parrot took off again, flying off in the direction of the setting sun.

The void jump wasn't planned. Scar had failed his Boatem family. His rocketship never left the ground. Still, he had hope. They were together, at least. They'd make it to the next world.

Time passed. Scar wasn't sure how long. It was Pearl who began to deteriorate first. Her body became skeletal, her lips turned blue, and not long after, they were setting her body free.

Mumbo went next. His cold, stiff corpse remained with them for days, before finally, Impulse convinced Grian to let him go.

Scar's hope dwindled as fast as his grief mounted. He was supposed to save them, but instead he was clinging to dear life and praying his last two friends were doing the same.

Impulse went quietly. He'd never liked to make a fuss. Not a word was said when his body went numb from cold. Not a word about how agonising his hunger had become. No complaints, just peace.

It was just Scar and Grian left, floating in the void, holding onto each other desperately. Grian had always been a stubborn one. Even when faced with death, he refused to die. Scar believed they'd make it. They'd live for for the ones they'd lost.

But then...

"Scar, I'm so cold," Grian murmured weakly.

"Cuddle in closer. I'll keep you warm."

"I'm so hungry, Scar," whined Grian.

"We'll eat when we get to the new world. There's bound to be a rift around here somewhere. Soon, you'll see."

Grian started to go limp in Scar's arms. Scar held him tighter.

"Scar... I love you."

And then he went still. Grian did make it to the new world, but he never got to see it. He broke his promise.

"You left me," Scar whispered into the wind.

He watched the bright plumage of the colourful bird blur on the horizon as it flew further away. A tear rolled gently down his cheek.

"I never should have trusted a pesky bird."

This got a little morbid towards the end, sorry. I was up late last night fighting stomach cramps (on a work night 😫) so I guess I just chose violence. I was gonna add a scene in which Scott and Cleo found Scar washed up, and they decide to take him in (and bury Grian's body), but it didn't seem necessary in the end. Just know that the "new world" is the Faction Isles, not season 9.

(P.s. it was Scar's comment about "not trusting pesky birds" that essentially fueled this entire fic).

#mcyt #mcytblr #pirates smp #hermitcraft season 8 #mcyt fanfiction #goodtimeswithscar #martyn inthelittlewood #oli orionsound #mythicalsausage #kyleeff #desert duo #scarian #long post

[obitos-whore]

General Headcanons for Gaara

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Gaara enjoys having his hair brushed and/or played with. It helps him relax and makes him sleepy. But he'll only allow it to those who are very close to him

Since his hobby is growing cacti, he knows a lot about them and can name almost every single one of them by merely taking a brief look. He also likes to ramble about these prickly little plants, so much so, that he often ends up talking for hours without even noticing it

When he likes a person, he'll give them one of his rarer cacti as a gift

Gaara tends to get jealous when he sees a person he got attached to spending more time with others than him. He'll then use his sand to make the other person trip and hopefully embarrass themselves in front of his favourite person

Due to being shunned and hated by the people in his village throughout his childhood, he still gets PTSD when he hears children screaming

One of his biggest fears is losing the people he loves and cares about

Gaara is a light sleeper, who often has to resort to short naps throughout the day due to Kankuro being a snorer

His favourite animals are cats. He kind of sees himself in them and admires their elegance and especially their eyes that seem to contain so much wisdom

Gaara rarely eats meat and subsists mostly on a plant-based diet. Something he 'inherited' from his uncle Yashamaru

Even though his father is the main reason for all his trauma, he still visits him from time to time. It's usually a very quiet and brief visit, but it's his way of showing his father that he doesn't hold resentment towards him anymore

#A repost because for some reason Tumblr decided to be a bitch and eat this post #gaara #sabaku no gaara #naruto headcanons #gaara headcanons #naruto gaara #gaara of the desert #gaara of the sand #my writing

[the-words-we-sung]

The songs of Young Royals - S1 E1

So after a few re-watch I started noticing how well the songs are used in the show and I wanted to chat a little bit about it ^^ (Because I'm usually watching alone with my cat and he doesn't really care about my opinions on how awesome the show is at picking its songs :p So hopefully people here will be more interested!!)

Bad, Farveblind

I think it's wrong I think it's bad I think it's lame I think it's horrible The song starts when we see Wilhelm at the club where he gets in a fight and then we get the chorus through his earbuds in the car (note: I love it when a show put a music in the background that ends up being something a character is actually listening to in the scene!!). He just got out of a shitty situation which will have huge repercussions on his life and his mother is making decisions about his life without asking him: the show is not subtle about telling us how "wrong" and "bad" it is. And despite this lil' foreshadowing (the song plays before Minou tells Wille about his mother's decisions) and Wilhelm's strong opinion against them, it's still gonna happen. Going to a boarding school is "lame" (or so Wilhelm thinks) and the whole situation is "horrible". And yeah, it's gonna suck on a lot of points, but it's also gonna change his life...

Wannabee Ghetto, Fata Boom

... Keep up the front like it's your decision ... Look our best Covering up what we're missin It's literally what Wilhelm has to do now. His mother decided for him that he should change school and enroll at Hillerska, he is not happy about this plan but has to pretend he's okay with it. He just lied to the public that it was a decision he took part in. He is the prince, even if he's not (yet) the Crown Prince, and he has an image to maintain. An image that was damaged due to the video of the fight: someone is literally putting make up on him to "cover up" the marks of the fight so he can look his "best". And what is he missing? Well August will say it at least twice: he doesn't have the same drive as him or Erik. So he's missing the desire to be on top, to be king, to keep the status quo...

It takes a fool to remain sane, The Ark

... Wasn't life supposed to be more than this ... Let go off my hand and it will slip on the sand If you don't give me the chance To break down the walls of attitude I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitude 'Cause it takes a fool to remain sane ... Of becoming like the others Who become unhappy mothers And fathers of unhappy kids This song!! Such a great choice for their first song <3 Wilhelm being so incredibly unhappy and stuck because "being a prince is a privilege, not a punishment" but he wants more for his life. It is supposed to be "more than this", more than pressure and appearance. The song going on with the "unhappy mothers / unhappy kids" while we follow Erik and Wilhelm stiffly posing for pictures outside. How can Wilhelm not be scared? Is it the life that awaits him? Always keeping a nice front, not being himself?And why is that? 'Cause they've forgotten how to play But Erik and Wilhelm haven't forgotten yet!! Right after these lyrics we have a playful Erik who suggests they take off in the middle of the photo-shoot! And they do!! So there's hope for them!!

I see you, Nadia Tehran

Back to their bases Covering their faces Tones through the breeze yeah The power calls crises Round my crowd No cops allowed Interestingly the song starts with "you ain't welcome here, you don't look like us". This part is not in the show but works so well for Wilhelm starting at Hillerska. He's getting hazed by his peers "covering their faces" and being really rough with him (this hazing is so yucky, I struggle watching it every time ^^'), and he's welcome here because he's the prince, because he's supposed to be part of their world. But he's not gonna be like them. Do they know it already? "You don't look like us", and thanks god for that!! (And yup, "no cops allowed", right August? You can do whatever you want here without any consequences...)

Blah blah blah, Armin van Buuren

All we ever hear from you is blah blah blah So all we ever do is go ja ja ja And we don't even care about what they say The song plays while August is talking to Wilhelm about being among his peers and criticizing him for wanting to be "normal" at his previous school. I love that this song is playing because, yes, it's a good party song, but also, it's probably what everyone watching the show is thinking when August is being an insufferable prick like that! And Wilhelm too, who just usually goes "ja ja ja / yes yes yes" to what August tells him (until he stops and finally goes openly against him, but for now in the show, he just listens and nods). Erik told him he should listen and trust August, so he listens to him. But at this moment Simon appears, and suddenly Wilhelm "don't even care about what they say" because the cute boy he already has a big crush on just arrived. And August and his stupid speeches about rich people being above everyone else don't matter anymore.

#Young Royals #Young Royals analysis #Young Royals songs #Young Royals S1E1 #prince Wilhelm #my analysis #song analysis #the music choice in this show is absolutely perfect #I love love love a good use of a song #and in YR it's song after song after song!! #I'm gonna do the whole show like that #episode by episode I think #it got quite long in the end >< #there were a lot of songs ^^" #all these things have probably been said already #so oops and sorry about that #^^' #but I wanted to shaaaaaare my lil' thoughts #(why can't the editing work properly ><) #(is it that hard to add color to the lyrics ><)

[thenixkat]

There's a thought I've been having off and on for the past few days and I have no idea how to word it to make sense to people who aren't me.

But it's on the body diversity in Dungeon Meshi and about how there's... really less of that than it appears to be. And that's entirely because of the different 'races' being functionally different species/subspecies.

I'm coming at this with a biology and furry background but like... say you have a series where you have some characters who are tigers, some that are cheetahs, some that are sand cats, some that are lynxes, and some that are characals. Major characters of each species tho are all average, thin, or muscular for their species. They're all cats so does the series have a lot of body diversity?

Would you consider a furry series with anthro animal characters that are drawn with average builds for the type of animal they're supposed to be body diverse?

Are Nemari, Dia, and Senshi actually fat and short or are they average height and just muscular for their species?

Is Leed actually fat or is she just muscular and on the skinnier side for an orc? Is Zon actually fat or is he just underweight for an orc?

Like, we know that Chilchuck is actually tall and that he is underweight in comparison to others of his kind. So *I'm* judging these characters based on the standards of each of their species/races that we've seen info on.

#nix meows #dungeon meshi #thinking thoughts #dunmeshi criticism #analysis