#him and his dumb little uwu face

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Look at this smug teleportin' little shit and his dumb :3 face

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #gifs #my gifs #he so dumb and stupid and dumb #and i'm in love with him #him and his dumb little uwu face

[anteonnix]

Saw this on Twitter and had to draw ma boi for it-

We love a good durge

And bad durge

Any kind really

I love BG3 🖤

Have my tavs in game appearance under here vvv

They were right only someone with high charisma can pull that obnoxious robe off

Good thing Astarions charisma is high

#snail doodle #digital art #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart #my good durge is having a romance with astarion 🤌 #honestly very important that he kills for him uwu 🖤 #his charisma so high he can act smart but he a little not #like hes not dumb but he aint gale YKNOW? #he just a sorcerer ✨ #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate fanart #IGNORE THE FACT I FORGOT HIS FACE TATTOOS IM STUPID AND DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO FIX IT-

[edenesth]

The General's Wife

Pairing: military general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

Word Count: 1117 words (I'd normally put it as 1.1k but uwu)

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"Ooh, what's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

You sighed, wondering when these men would ever learn. It wasn't your first time paying this bar a visit; they should know better by now to not mess with you.

Pushing your drink aside, you turned to look at the brave soul who was stupid enough to put his hand on your shoulder. He smirked when you remained quiet, "You're a shy one, aren't you? No worries, I can make things more fun for you."

The men around him were muttering fearfully amongst themselves, wide-eyed, "Does that fool really not have a single clue who he's dealing with?"

You shrugged off his hand and felt sorry for him, "Oh dear, I pity you." Confused, he followed your gaze as you showed him an emblem you'd pulled out from your pocket. His heart nearly stopped when he finally realised who you were.

"Y-you're... shit, you're the general's wife."

You winced, realising those might be his last words, especially when you saw your husband walking into the bar.

Seonghwa halted just behind the man, fixing an intense glare on his vulnerable back. In a voice that sent shivers down spines, he growled, "Have you grown tired of living, soldier? If you're looking for dumb ways to die, consider today your lucky day."

The man visibly trembled as he turned around slowly to face his superior, falling to his knees in fear, "G-General Park! I swear, I d-didn't know she was your wife—"

A resounding smack cut off his sentence as a powerful backhand slap connected with his face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

You gave a subtle shake of your head, silently urging Seonghwa not to escalate the situation. However, your plea proved futile as your husband, with a wink in your direction, assured you, "Don't worry, my love. I won't be too harsh on him. I'll give him just enough punishment to ensure he understands never to lay a hand on my wife again."

Despite his comforting words, you knew better than anyone those were lies. The man probably wouldn't see the light of day again. Beneath the sweet exterior he reserved for you, your husband harboured a ruthless side, a quality that propelled him quickly up the military ranks, earning him a formidable reputation.

Before becoming your husband, General Park Seonghwa was a fearsome military commander, striking fear into almost everyone. Uninterested in academics or any other pursuit, he was a natural-born warrior. At the mere age of 12, he knew he was destined to be the god of war.

However, amidst the battlefield and bloodshed, there was one thing he treasured above all else – you. His first and only love; he stumbled upon you in your backyard, clandestinely wielding your brother's sword in an attempt to learn self-defence when no one else would teach you. A noble lady yearning for more than a mundane life.

At first glance, he knew you were special.

Seonghwa vowed to make you his wife someday, and he did. Not one to follow rules, he sneaked into your backyard one day, scaring the daylights out of you. With sharp critiques, he pointed out the flaws in your stance, inadvertently teaching you enough to defend yourself.

In short, love blossomed before you discovered that he was none other than the renowned General Park, the King's most trusted warrior leading the royal army. When he sought your hand in marriage, your parents were more than delighted to see their only daughter assume the esteemed title of the general's wife.

Due to Seonghwa's crucial role in the kingdom, he frequently found himself deployed to battle whenever political tensions arose between Wonderland and neighbouring nations.

Despite his repeated warnings, you always made the journey to his war sites to be with him. During your visits, much like the current one, many of his inexperienced men, unaware of the situation, would mistake you for a lost civilian in a war zone and foolishly attempt to make advances.

Now, this unfortunate man, like those before him, would meet his end before having the chance to serve his country—all because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You were escorted out of the dimly lit bar before you could witness what your husband's right-hand man did to the poor bastard. Whatever it was, you knew it would be far from pretty. To distract you from the unsettling thoughts, Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you and kissed you hard.

Pressing a hand against his chest, your attempts to push him away were useless. He was well aware of your shyness, with his men watching and all, but that was his intention. He needed these fools to understand that you were his woman.

Sensing your discomfort, your husband gently cupped your cheeks, pulling back slightly to assure you, "It's alright, darling. I'm here. No one will dare touch you again. You trust me, don't you?" Without hesitation, you nodded; there was no one in the world you trusted more than him.

His heart melted at how swollen your lips looked, and he couldn't resist pressing his lips softly against yours once more.

With a self-assured smirk, he withdrew slowly, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. He turned to cast a cold gaze at the men who instantly cowered under his scrutiny, "What are you imbeciles standing around for? Don't you recognise who this is?"

They gasped and immediately straightened up, bowing deeply before offering salutes in your direction, "Welcome to the base, Lady Park!"

You acknowledged their greeting with a nod, and with an elegant wave of your hand, they finally dared to disperse. It was an unspoken rule that everyone under your husband's command had no choice but to follow. Those who defied these rules deserved nothing less than severe consequences.

As you nestled into Seonghwa's temporary quarters that night, a comforting warmth enveloped your heart as he drew you close in bed. Planting a tender kiss on your head, he asked, "My love, do you ever regret marrying me?"

Given your dislike for violence, it was truly ironic that you found yourself wed to a military general, of all people. He often wondered how a refined lady like you could fall for a man of his rough demeanour.

Before his thoughts could linger, you gently cupped his jaw, compelling him to meet your gaze, "Never. I want no one else but you." The intensity in your eyes conveyed a steadfast conviction, reminding him you were different from other women.

Indeed, you were special.

After all, you were the only woman audacious enough to capture the intimidating General Park Seonghwa's heart.

Would you believe me if I told you this man isn't my ultimate bias? Yeah, me neither. He wrecked me so bad this comeback, I'm barely recovering. Y'all stay safe tho lmfao.

Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! As always, let me know your thoughts! <3

Tag list: @aurasblue @marievllr-abg @itsvxlentine @minghaoslatina

All Rights Reserved © edenesth // DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR REPURPOSE.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #ateez fic #seonghwa drabble #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #seonghwa imagines

[charliesgoodboy]

Hi idk if you write for shameless but if you could do Ian and Mickey and a shy male reader who they just love to tease bc they like seeing him get all flustered. Like he’ll start blushing or stumbling over his words

I.GALLAGHER M.MILKOVICH🕷

we goin' dumb

girl, got me fucked up.

mmm this yeah here, lean in my cup

can't tell me 'bout shit 'bout nun'

told the bitch don't shut me up,

wanna see them bands

wanna see them bucks.

bad bitches 'gon love me up,

bad bitches 'gon love me up.

song: . . .ılı GMFU odetari, 6arelyhuman

TW: teasing, male leaning reader(fem welcome because i do not care), i think i made reader a little touch starved, reader is actually shy not that uwu shit(hopefully i did, i word things horrible), bottom leaning reader, you may or may not be able to tell which is my favorite(it's the one who isn't ginger)

ian gallagher who wouldn't mean to 'make fun of you' in a way, he just found the fact you'd sometimes cling to him or whisper words you were going to say to a waiter to yourself but you'd end up looking at him to take the order for you. watching you mutter a 'thank you' as the woman would write down your order and walk away, he couldn't help but smile, you'd do this almost all the time with others but with him you could talk your ear off if you were really, really, really comfortable. only being comfortable isn't enough you could still barely look him in the eye, you were working on it though. "could you look at me when you're speaking? i feel like you're talking to fifty different people." "i am." "could've fooled me."

mickey milkovich who would think you're rude and weird as shit when he first met you, the looking at me in the eye thing would bug him and itch at him at times. "hey, who are you talkin' to? your eyes are movin' around like thirty miles per second" "i'm talking to you–" "and speak up, no one can hear you sweetheart." the name sweetheart was clearly ironic and he didn't mean it but the laughing fit he'd go into seeing how truly effected you were by it, you looked like your mom caught you up late at night on a school night damn. but as time would pass he'd learn to live with it, not without taking advantage of it of course he wasn't that stupid.

ian gallagher who would purposely scoot closer to you on the couch not for the sake of the two of you being together but the sake of feeling you tense up when all he did was scoot a few and wrap his arm around your shoulder as the movie played. his eyes would linger at your body language with your nails scratching your wrist and your legs rubbing together and crossing sooner or later obvious discomfort but just in a different way he'd fix that for you. "need a little help there?" "n—no." "so yes?" he could just tell you felt pins and needles all around the embarrassment was getting to you like a bitch but damn he was tempting.

mikey milkovich who felt and indescribable feeling having sex with you. obviously he's shared you with ian before, and he's had sex with only ian before and those times were very memorable. but he still loved to have just you, shit anyone could get addicted to you. your body shivering and jolting at almost any touch he'd give you, going a little slow at first then slowly getting rougher with you loving each and every moan, groan, and whimper. the edging wojld be almost never ending and him sucking you off was euphoric, fuck he was talented with his tounge. his tattooed hands holding your thighs to keep your legs open as the warm feeling would bubble in your stomach each and every time you felt like cumming, your legs trying to close together in sensitivity but he wanted to swallow all of you. "you gotta work on tryna' keep your damn legs closed." "i do try.. " "doesn't mean it's not hot, i changed my mind."

ian gallagher and mickey milkovich that loved looking at the different expressions on your face of pleasure which let them know how well they were doing. mickey could have you take him from the back and ian would have you take him in by the mouth instead, your eyes blinking a little faster and rolling back due to the both of them. jealousy talks would be hell between the three, neither you or mickey could fess up to it or explain the hell he was doing wrong. but with just you? shit you were good at hiding it but they could tell if you had something to say. "you gonna tell us whats wrong? or are you gonna sit there lookin' like a bomb that's 'bout to implode." "tell you what? there isn't anything to tell." "you're a terrible liar, put your chin up and say what's the matter." damn this was gonna be a long night.

#shameless x reader #shameless x male reader #shameless smut #shameless x you #shameless x y/n #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey x reader #mickey milkovich x male reader #ian gallagher x mickey milkovich #ian gallagher x male reader #ian gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #ian gallagher smut #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich smut

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ How they finger you || Hantengu Clones x F!Reader smut

summary: I wanted to write this so please do enjoy the hantengu clones playing with your kitty uwu

warnings: smut,, fingering duh, degrading, for urogi I’m gonna do him going down on your kitty because bro is gonna rip your insides with his talons. curse words.

Sekido || Finger you roughly until you’re crying

As you were spread out in his bed, you laid there naked and he had two fingers inside of your needy hole. Loud moans kept escaping your mouth. “Sekido…please.” You beg out. He looked at you and made a face, he moved his fingers in and out of you quite roughly and it was becoming overwhelming. “Shut up, I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He said, and with each word he kept on hitting your sweet spot making you throw your head back in pleasure, tears streamed down your face. He didn't give two shits if he was being rough with you. He just wanted to get a good reaction from you.

“Look at you.” He hissed out, Sekido smirked as he curled up his fingers. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t. “You’re my dirty slut…is that right?” He growled out. Making you moan out “Yes sir. I’m your dirty little slut…please…”

He just smirked, as he fingers you his thumb made it’s way to your clit and he started to rub circles. Your breath hitched up. Moving your hips against his fingers to get more pleasure. “Look how desperate you are? Do you wanna cum around my fingers?”

Moaning louder “Fuck! I do! Please!” You whimper and he smirked. Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, as he moved his thumb quickly on your clit your eyes rolled behind your head and you gasp out as you reached your climax. Panting heavily, he pulled his fingers out and licked your juices off of his fingers

“So fucking delicious…you taste good princess. I wanna try it from the source.” He said, and before you could answer he already had his head between your legs, his tongue lapping your wet folds. Moaning under his breath, he smirked. "Be a good little slut and stay still."

Karaku || Finger you while you’re in doggy style postion

Your moans filled the room, currently you were in the doggy style position and Karaku had two fingers deep inside of you. Whimpering softly “Please…it hurts.” You say, burying your face into the pillow, tears steaming down your face. As he smirked, he slowed down the pace. “Aw come on Darling. If you can barley take my fingers how do you expect to take my cock?” He cooed out, leaning in and kissing your neck. Feeling his fangs brush against your soft skin. “You wanna make daddy happy right?”

His voice and his kisses made you moan under your breath. “Come on, make daddy happy…please?” He whispered against your neck. Making you groan “Okay…just please be gentle.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, his fingers still inside of you he decided to have more fun with you. Karaku began curling his fingers up, and with this position you’re in he immediately found your sweet spot. Moaning loudly he smirked. “Ah?! Did I find your special spot?” He said in a mocking tone of voice. You were too busy moaning in your own pleasure “I take that as a yes.” He said loudly, licking his lips.

His fingers kept on hitting the right spots, forcing your face down the bed. “That’s right. Take my fingers you dirty whore..” He growled, he felt his needy budge under his pants making him hiss out. “Hurry up and cum already so I can fuck your pretty little hole.”

You moan, and soon after you reached your climax. He quickly pulled his fingers out and sucking on them. Moaning under his breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you dumb.” He growled out, grabbing your hips roughly. “Now it’s time for the real thing.” He said, and with a quick motion he was naked, his cock hard and ready. Slowly he teased your hole with the head of his cock. "Fuck..you're in for a ride baby~."

Aizetsu || Will finger you as he’s eating you out

Aizetsu currently had his head between your legs and his fingers inside of you. Your toes curled in pleasure, and your eyes were rolled back. “Hey Sweetheart? Am I doing this right? Are you feeling good?” He asked you, pulling his face away from your head. Keeping his fingers inside of you still, you moan loudly. Letting him know he’s doing amazing. “Y-Yes dear, you’re making me feel so good…so freaking good.” And he couldn’t help but blush at your comment. He leaned in again and gave your clit a long lick. His fingers moved in and out of you in a slow and passionate pace. His long fingers kept on hitting every sweet spot.

He couldn’t help but moan, he loved seeing your reactions. Aizetsu always puts your pleasure first rather than his. “You know you look beautiful. So beautiful Sweetheart.” He whimpered out, sucking on your clit making you gasp out. Your walls tighten around his fingers making him smirk. You look at him, and you could see his eyes and were filled with lust.

“Ah that did something?!” He said softly, so he continued to suck on your bundle of joy. You moan out. “Aizetsu…ahh gah.” You moan out, struggling to speak. And he just kept on going. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace with his fingers.

Now with him sucking onto your clit and also him picking up the pace from his fingers you were close. And he could tell. “Please, come all over my face and fingers. I deserve it.” He moaned out. His other hand held one of thighs open. “Cum for me.”

And with that you moan out. “AIZETSU!” You moan out, throwing your head back. Squirting your juices all over him, your face turned red as you never squirted before. But he was smirking like crazy and before you could speak up he pinned your arms over your head. “I want you to do that again.”

Urogi || Eating you out

He watched you as your back was against the bed, and your legs were spread open for him. Lapping his tattooed tongue against your wet folds, it was ashamed he couldn’t finger you like the other clones could, he desperately wanted to feel your walls with his talons but he would most likely rip your insides. But he always makes it up by pleasing you with his tongue and he can proudly say that he’s the better clone at giving head.

Moaning under your breath, you couldn’t help but move your hips against against his tongue. And he smirked and grabbed your hips, he had to hold himself back from digging his claws into your soft skin. “Who gave you permission to move your hips? Are that horny?” He mocked you, a playful grin spread across his face. “Screw it, grind on my face baby. That was hot.” He buried his face into your heat and began eating you out as if you were his last meal.

Throwing your head back in bliss, grinding your hips against his face. He moaned into your holds, he was enjoying how you tasted. “So fucking delicious.” He said against your heat, opening your legs and pulling his head away making you whimper. Spreading you out, he eyed your wet core. Licking his lips. He leaned in again and placed small kisses against your clit.

“So good. So delicious..” He whispered, placing a long kiss on your clit. Giving you an open sloppy kiss on your clit and he couldn’t help but swirl his tongue around your pink button. He buried his face into your heat, and he began fucking you with his tongue. “Ahh~.” You moaned out. Your legs began to shake in pleasure, you were close and he desperately wanted to taste you. “Cum…now.”

You didn’t waste anymore time, you released your juices all over his face, and he giggled licking up all your juices. “Wow. Look at you.” He smirked, he licked his lips. Leaning In towards you and smashing his lips against yours. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. As you guys shared a heated tongue kiss he pulled away and looked you in the eye. “You know what would be so hot?” He asked you, looking at him. “Hmm?” You say, looking into his eyes. “If you were to finger yourself and I watch.” He said, pulling away and sitting up. Making you turn red, but you wanted to please him. Sitting up and opening your legs for him to watch. And slowly your hands made their way to your needy hole.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #reader insert #hantengu clones #hantengu #Sekido #urogi #aizetsu #Karaku #smut

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Who has been screwed over by the fandom more?

Propaganda below the cut

Damian Wayne:

HES JUST A LITTLE BABY GUY!!!!! Little baby man raised as an assassin and learning how to be a real person <3. But because he was kind of a dick and also a little stabby early-on, especially to the fandom's main "so sad uwu depressed baby" blorbo (and also he's not white), people treat him like he's satan incarnate

Jason Todd:

Robin, Jason Todd, THE hated child character. In the 1980s, Batman comics had become increasingly dark and gritty. According to editor O'Neil himself, the courted audience wasn't kids but 19-40 year old men with disposable income. Batman's child sidekick, Robin, was offensively campy and childish. Fans called him wimpy, annoying, dumb, bratty, etc. Also people complained that Batman acting like an affectionate dad was unmanly and gay. Robin acts violent and emotional and people are like "ew he's so childish and emotional"—and then Batman literally acts just as murderously and emotionally within literally the same exact story and people are like "wow he's so dark and tortured". So in 1988 (after brutalizing Batgirl to get rid of her for being too bright and nice and kid-friendly), DC held a paid poll for fans to vote for Robin to live or die. O'Neil claims he heard a fan (a grown man with a dayjob as a lawyer) programmed a phone to spam kill votes. One fanguy claimed that he sold his Mercedes to buy kill votes (probably an exaggeration but still). By less than 1% margin, the vote decided to kill Robin in a spectacularly violent way. Anyway the 1989 Batman movie brought in a huge wave of new child comicbook fans who liked the new Robin (a very cool teenage high school Robin with a driver's license and a girlfriend), and DC started a separate Robin-less Batman series called Legends of the Dark Knight to make the anti-Robin writers and fans happy. But to this day, many fans agree it was a good idea to kill off the other Robin so that his foolish death reminds other characters to never be childish and stupid again. Bonus: the current Robin (usually a traumatized 10-year-old) has also been facing some pretty loud hatred for over 15 years.

#yall hate kids tourney #round 1a #dc #dc comics #batman #batfamily #dc robin #batman comics #batman and robin #damian wayne #jason todd #cw child death

[remuslupinslefteyebrow]

The Infantilisation of Aziraphale and Why It’s Such An Awful Thing.

Hii there, I'm Teddy and um this is my yap because this is a very close to my heart subject as you probably will be able to tell upon reading. Sorry if theres any repeated points or errors, I did my best to edit it. Anyways, enjoy! <3

The infantilisation of Aziraphale undermines his whole personality as an age old being, one who is incredibly powerful, strong, and intelligent. Far from infantile, he's made rational decisions and at times let his emotions influence them, yes, but this is no way an excuse to chalk him down to childish. Infantilising Aziraphale also jeopardises his relationship with Crowley, someone just as old and intelligent as he is, yet he is rarely infantilised. Although Aziraphale’s decisions may be more ‘pure’ than Crowley's, influenced by his ideas of rules and obligation, pushed on him from his very creation, they don't display naivety or the foolishness depicted in many infantile decisions. (for the most part)

People often infantilise him to purposefully further the effeminate, ‘cutesy’ stereotype of gay men, specifically gay men that don't necessarily conform to society's very strict beauty constructs whether it be through age, appearance, nationality, disabilities all these things can affect it. 

A lot of gay men face either infantilisation or hypersexualisation and the way some of the good omens fandom treats Crowley and Aziraphale is exactly this stereotype.

They strip down the personalities of crowley and Aziraphale to something that may be only  a small fraction of their personality, like Aziraphale’s softness being turned into this shy, mouse of a person, relying on crowley for everything, helpless, pathetic, crowley’s sometimes suave, cool manner turning him into a ice-cold, smooth-talking often masochistic alpha male fucking sex god. Neither of them are these things. 

The fandom also tends to deliberately remove Crowley's femininity which historically has been a large part of his character, just look at his portrayals throughout the years. Like why? All for the sake of some Colleen Hoover style fuck boy?? Hell to the fucking no.

They often turn Crowley into a total slut as well, mindless and perpetually horny, neither of those things is he, especially not mindless. He’s proven himself to be clever, cunning and wily, as per his demonic heritage, but tends to do things a little…. Undemonically. 

Oh well.

Aziraphale’s femininity, his softness and joy, his purity isn't an excuse to reduce him down to singularly those things. He is a well rounded character, with so many layers of personality and history and all these things that if you take away these elements it's no longer Aziraphale. It might as well be someone’s random OC. (well technically he’s Neil Gayma- ahem i mean Gaiman’s oc but yk elementary, my dear Watson)

The points people tend to zone in on in their quest to baby their dear sweet Aziraphale who ‘must be protected at all costs’ are usually these:

His innocence, particularly about human culture (though admittedly he knows more about certain things than even crowley does)

His love of soft, sweet things

His emotional dependence on crowley

is reluctance to rebel against authority

His politeness

People forget Aziraphale is completely capable of defending and taking care of himself. He’s not your ‘uwu soft boy’ who needs to be looked after. No, he’s far from that. The whole ‘infantilisation thing’ is also just an excuse to dumb down and baby gender-nonconforming people which in itself is atrocious. As my very good co-writer Kris said, he’s “the angel of the fucking eastern gate for crying out loud.” He wields a flaming sword, can produce strong miracles and can resist temptation. Oh, did I mention he also helped avert a whole FUCKING APOCALYPSE??? AS IN. END OF THE WORLD. FIRE AND BRIMSTONE. OH NO, BOOHOO, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE TYPE APOCALYPSE?????????? HMM?

HIS KINDNESS IS ALSO WORTH NOTING.

He's also proven himself to be perfectly capable of making his own decisions with his own mind, has proven himself to have a conscience, a strong sense of right and wrong that he formed partly alone, sometimes deviating from heavens set ‘code’ for beliefs and behaviour, has proven himself to be able to deal with the guilt and confusing emotions (to a certain degree) that come alongside with finding yourself deeply involved with someone that you know the very institution that created you despises. 

Aziraphale’s sense of fashion and general propriety  also furthers the ‘effeminate’ stereotype, making him seem overly vain and prudish, he can be these things, he can sometimes even be petulant, but this further proves his well rounded character as being shown to display a wide range of emotions.

Using direct quotes from the book here are some lines people may use to zone in on Aziraphale’s femininity, and then of course, you find another reason for his infantilisation. (Women are dumbed down and infantilised, OBVIOUSLY.)

Aziraphales effeminate qualities:

“Aziraphale spread his elegantly-manicured hands.”

“Tartan is stylish.” 

“Angels had certain moral standards to maintain and so, unlike Crowley, he preferred to buy his clothes rather than wish them into being from raw firmament. And the shirt had been quite expensive.”

“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”

Aziraphale has also been shown to be able to be thoughtless, careless and at times even selfish. 

In season one, a dove used for magic dies in his coat pocket due to his thoughtlessness, though he ressurects it soon after its discovery. 

I ALSO FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING DESPISE WHEN PEOPLE TWINKIFY AZIRAPHALE.

LIKE.

WHY.

His appearance goes hand in hand with his character. It HIGHLIGHTS elements of his character. He’s gluttonous. A quality we shouldn’t really see in an angel, but regardless we do. Because of this quality, he's plump. And? This doesn't affect his personality or character and is in fact still essential to it. 

His vanity affects his appearance greatly. He’s said to have soft hands, ‘neatly manicured’. He typically doesn’t grow facial hair, opting for a clean shaven rather cherubic appearance. We know he greatly prides himself on his clothes, keeping them in pristine condition for hundreds of years, taking painstaking care with them. We see him greatly disappointed in season one when his jacket is shot by a paintball and he’s reluctant to wash or even magically remove it because he’ll ‘still know it’s there’, so in the end Crowley removes it for him, after which Aziraphale seems quite satisfied. He doesn’t mention about ‘knowing it’s still there’. Gay much.

We keep seeing qualities in Aziraphale that aren’t usually typical or desirable in an angel, adding more layers to his character and personality. If he didn’t have these things, he’d be like any other angel we see. 

These angels aren’t necessarily cruel, or callous, or mean. They have no concept of such things. They simply follow orders to the extent they do not question or care what the thing is they’re being ordered to do. They don’t have an internal moral battle over whether this is right or wrong. They don’t believe that their actions could possibly be wrong or misguided because they literally take God at his every word. Get an order, complete it. Simple as that. 

It’s because of the traits he’s developed by himself over time that make him so likeable. Do you honestly think he’d be popular at all without these things? Then how can he be stripped of these things so frequently people are starting to forget his original character completely? It’s such a shame.

In fact he really isn’t a very good angel at all. He’s far too human. But you see, that’s what makes him so powerful. He does have a conscience. It influences him. He has a sense of right and wrong. He rebels, because he thinks. He thinks and therefore he decides things are wrong. And he decides not to obey those things.

Off topic as I round my points up:

In reference to the appearance quirks of the angels, someone in a reddit post three years ago (user has been deleted) put it wonderfully:

“I believe that the gold make-up and highlights on Uriel and Michael’s face, Sandalphon’s diamond-studded grill with a crucifix, and Gabriel’s violet eyes were design choices to communicate their ethereal natures to the audience.

The way they did this with Aziraphale are his white outfits, gold angel themed jewellery, the cherubic curls, but most of all, his halo. The director put a lot of effort into always backlighting Aziraphale’s blond hair to give the appearance of a halo, as well as placing him in well lit areas. The result is that Aziraphale practically glows in every scene he’s in. Michael Sheen put a ton of light into Aziraphale’s smile as well, in a way probably no other actor could have done.

If we’re going to settle on something as an ethereal quirk for Aziraphale, it’s his radiance.”

Anyways, thank you so much for reading this giant yap, I’m very honoured. 

anyways gang this is the other half of this post written by my very good friend, Kris. ( @anth0ny-c0wl3yy )

Enjoy! <3

#aziracrow #aziraphale #azirafell #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable fandom #anthony j crowley #neil gaiman #professional yapper

[oscconfessions]

❤️my sweet airy chan❤️

airy-chan is so quirky and relatable uwu. he's so cute with his cracked glass face and rusty metal handles 😍 can you imagine what it would be like if he was human? 👀 I bet he would have really long hair that reaches past his (slutty) waist 😳 his hair would be so messy and dirty since he never takes care of it properly 💁 twigs and leaves would get stuck in it whenever he goes out into the woods owo 🍃god I wish I got transported to the plane instead of brice or that dumb fuck liam (I hate his green ass) 🤬 maybe for someone else, having their entire life uprooted so suddenly would be pretty awful and I guess I kind of understand that. being forced to leave your friends, family, job and social life would suck for some people.😔 but me? I'm different. airy-chan IS my whole life. I don't know what I'd do without him. 😊 just hearing his sweet voice is enough to put a smile on my face. 🥹 I think about him non stop. All day. Every day. actually you know what? skip going to the plane and just send me right to his little cabin in the woods 🏡 I bet if I were there with him, everything would be just perfect 🫶 I would hold him gently in my arms and give him tons of kisses every morning 🌄 he would be shy at first 😳 he wouldn't be used to socialising with another person 👉👈 slowly but surely, I'll gain his trust and we'll become close companions (maybe something even more? 😳🤔) god I'm feeling lightheaded just from thinking about it 🫠 I would take such good care of him 🥰 I would wash and comb his hair and style it into a cute little braid 💅 I would hold his hands gently in mine, and kiss them like how a chivalrous knight might do to a princess 👑 I better not see that BITCH liam talking to him again 😡 or else I might be tempted to use that axe to break his stupid legs 🤭 I can't wait until the next episode of ONE so I can wuv all over my sweet husbando airy-chan 🥰🥰🥰

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#down horrendous #confession #/one #/one/airy

[peachmi1k]

c!schlatt x bunny!s/o headcanons

@d4ringv0id and @st4rryfics have made posts abt this but i wanted to make a hc post bc bunny reader is so fucking cute to me

sfw and nsfw below cut

• grumpy rammie schlatt and his sweet bunny <3

• he thinks you’re just so fucking cute, your soft floppy ears, your little cotton tail, your buck tooth smile and the way your lips are shaped in a natural “uwu”

• as a bunny you’re very energetic, zooming around and rambling on and on when you’re excited about something

• constant erratic thumping is a tell tale sign to schlatt that you’re happily bouncing around nearby

• schlatt doesn’t share this level of energy, and would most likely find it annoying from someone else, at least if he isn’t in the mood

• but normally, he can’t help but smile when you make laps around him to get his attention, or hop onto his back for a piggy back ride, holding onto his horns and steering him around making racecar noises

• however if he needs you to calm down, all he has to do is scratch behind your ears

• your ears that normally stand tall on your head flop over, a happy smile appearing on your face, your nose twitching and your foot subconsciously tapping

• schlatt loves to touch your ears in any setting, his hands will absentmindedly find them when you’re sitting or laying in his lap, sometimes he’ll tie cute little ribbons on them

• (and yes of course he will gently tug on them when you’re having sex)

• being a bunny means you’re natually quite a bit smaller than schlatt, so when you borrow his clothes, you love that they’re big and warm and cozy, and he loves that you look so small and adorable

• that being said since you’re so pocket sized to him he often will just pick you up and carry you around, either throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you under his arm like a football

• you’ve taken notice of how whenever he does this he’s more often than not taking you to the bedroom, and with your high sex drive you usually won’t object unless you were in the middle of something you really needed to get done

• schlatt loves to get on your nerves, it’s basically a hobby of his

• his favorites are sneaking up behind you and ramming his horns in your back (he does it softly though, its mostly meant to just make you jump, but you pretend it hurts so he’ll baby you)

• or he likes to call you “dumb bunny” when you tilt your head at something you don’t understand, or ask him a question that had just a bit too obvious of an answer (or alternatively, when he’s fucking you so good that you can’t speak)

• you haven’t quite figured out a good way to snap back at him when he calls you that though (“stupid ram” just doesn’t have the same ring)

• but if anyone else calls you something like that, they’re lucky if they wake up tomorrow

• when you’re irritated with him (which again is often) your ears will bend backward, cheeks puffing out with a grumpy huff as your foot thumps (met with an “aww, is wittle bunny angwy?”)

• but when he’s said something to make you blush, your ears flop forward as your hands cover your face, if he’s lucky he’ll get to see your little tail wiggle

• overall big bad rammie schlatt loves his little baby bunny <33

#bunny s/o has been giving me brainrot #this is messy i just had a lot of random ideas jdhdjd #schlatt #jschlatt #c!jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fluff #judah.doc

[maleyanderecafe]

Akahane Academy (Visual Novel)

Created by: Scratchitone

Genre: Comedy

Akahane Academy is a parody and it knows it. All of the male characters the player meets in the beginning are yanderes, and all with long chins that will stab you through the chest. There are three different yanderes, all of which are kind of unique in their own way. The intended play is to go from top to bottom when it comes to routes, so I'll try to follow that order when writing this review.

The player heads to Akahane academy to meet up with their club leader, Yukina-san, the neko girl, who seems to be rivals with the main character. She tells the player that she's left a surprise for them in the classroom, to which they walk in and find three different guys, Hiro, the blonde cheerful one, Misaki the black more mysterious one and Yuusei the more aloof one. From there, the player can interact with them and get their route.

Starting with Hiro, the player stalks to him about some of the manga that they like, and finds out that he's in the cooking club. He shows the player around the home economics room, and lets the player have a taste of cherrypie that he just baked. However, upon taking the pie out, the player smells a strong iron smell, and sees that the pie has a human face stretched out on it. Hiro reveals that he killed all of the player's friends and turned them into pies so that no one else could have them.

If the player goes with Masaki, he starts to brood on about how nobody understands him (complete with an emo wolf in the background), until the player tries to resonate with him. Shocked by this development, he falls in love for the first time and ends up telling them that they will be together forever and ever.

Finally, if the player goes with Yuusei, he will continue to stare at her, sort of breaking waiting for them to notice him until Yuki-san enters the room. She states that this entire thing was revenge for winning the science fair, where she worked really hard on her project and the player won by... making something they don't even understand. As revenge, she ends up making the three boys to ruin their life. She ends up leaving and the player is now stuck with the three yandere boys.

As I've said, very much a parody, since they call everyone weeby names and have dumb things go on but it's great and I like it. Definitely the most "serious" route is Hiro's route since we actually do get to see him basically cook all of the player's friends (which explains why we see such few people in the school anyways and the fact that the Home Eco's room is mysteriously covered in blood. It's probably the most scary route in the entire game and it's a shock because it's likely the first one that you play. The other two are a lot more lax, with Masaki's being probably the most tame (and funniest one) since it plays on the trope of an overly emo/brooding male lead, and the image of him sitting under a tree with a wolf to symbolize his brooding side is actually hilarious. He falls in love and becomes rather protective afterwards but there isn't really too much after that. Masaki's has even less than that but there are little flashes of him smiling as he talks to the player and his figure becomes more creepy as it goes on. It gets interjected by Yuki-san revealing her whole plot of making three yandere guys to ruin the player's life (though I'll be honest so far the only one who actually did anything was Hiro after cooking all of those weird blood pies). Still, it really does lean into the weeby OWO UWU type of writing and it is pretty fun to play since nothing is really taken that seriously. Also man, those chins are so sharp I could probably cut cheese with them.

Anyways, short game, pretty fun. Lots of dumb moments. I enjoyed it! If you like more parody games/ comedic type of yandere games, try this one out- it's short and it likes to make fun of itself which I can always appreciate.

#Akahane academy #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #completed #visual novel

[lyriumcoloredskies]

Written in the Pages pt.2

Pairing: Bakugo x Villain!Reader WC: 2.7k Summary: In which Bakugo finds himself a little too attached to a certain public nuisance, much to the detriment of his own life. pt.1 here CW: slight angst, happy ending, therapy mention, coming to terms with reality AN: UwU the fact that I wrote this in a day is astounding bc ya gorl usual could never

Kirishima stood outside of Bakugo’s high rise apartment, hesitant and unsure of how this would go. He checked his phone to see that both Mina and Midoriya had texted him their ETA. He pocketed the phone and adjusted the case of beers in his other hand to stop the cardboard from digging into his fingers. He was glad to have backup for this and prayed to whatever gods were listening that Bakubro wouldn’t turn away a small “friendly get together”.

He wasn’t dumb, despite all the himbo attributes that tended to be pinned onto him by his rabid fangirls (not that he wasn’t grateful for their almost too enthusiastic support). He certainly wasn’t clueless when it came to his best friend. Kirishima knew Bakugo like the back of his hand. From the angry insecure boy he used to be, to the aloof and pragmatic man he had become. Rarely had they spent a day apart since starting the agency or since UA for that matter.

So it worried Kirishima when Bakugo began to become snippier, especially toward the sidekicks. After a tantrum of yelling and biting insults, he would silently come behind the storm Bakugo left to console the sidekicks letting them know it was nothing personal. He was willing to let Bakugo work through his feelings, these things tended to resolve rather quickly. Despite his rough exterior, Bakugo had gained a fair amount of emotional intelligence as he matured.

To his surprise, that wasn’t the case. More and more frequently Bakugo came in with exhaustion draping over his face, bags deep under his eyes, and his emotions like a bomb on the edge of explosion if the wrong wire was clipped. Most concerning of all was how Bakugo was doing on the field.

Kirishima could tell something was wrong with Bakubro, and Red Riot could tell things were amiss with Dynamight.

He had spent so much time alongside him that he knew every intimate detail of how he fought. Their moves a complex ballroom dance, a waltz for two. The man was sharp and calculated. Bakugo strove to be the best, and that meant he did things with frightening efficiency (if you ignored the massive amount of property damage that came along with his quirk).

But for the last few months his reflexes were lagging, the exhaustion of too many late nights showing, leading to avoidable injuries that seemed to linger for too long.

It wasn’t just him that noticed either. Midoriya had made an impromptu visit to the agency ask if things were okay with the blonde. Kirishima felt guilty to let him know that he had no clue, that the two of them were in the same boat, clueless to Bakugo and his inner turmoil. 

Then a few weeks ago during a get together with the Bakusquad at their favorite izakaya, Mina pulled him aside to ask if things between him and Bakugo were alright. She had suspected Bakugo’s continual reluctance to meet up might have been due to a fight between the two friends. He quickly let her know that it wasn’t the case and that he had been concerned too. It didn’t help that Bakugo was a masterclass in shutting down any discussion of his health, be it physical or mental. Each time Kirishima would pluck up the courage to ask if something was wrong, he was met with a scoff or roll of the eyes.

“I’m fine, drop it.” Bakugo would grit out between clenched teeth. His arms crossed in front of him defensively.

Kirishima knew better than to keep pressing lest he and the sidekicks wanted to deal with a testy Bakugo for the rest of the week. His efforts to try and get him to talk in another setting hadn’t worked either. Bakugo had pointedly been ignoring his texts, Kirishima had been lucky if he was even able to get a one worded reply. Bakugo hadn’t been very active in their group texts either. It seemed like if it wasn’t work, Bakugo didn’t care. Kirishima really tried to be a patient and good friend but at this point he knew it was only a matter of time before something happened. His friend was too exhausted, too hurt, too withdrawn. He knew the consequences of sloppiness of the field, he had witnessed it firsthand.

That was how heroes died.

Kirishima would be damned if this was how his friend would go out. No, Bakugo was a bright star - destined for more than the inky black loneliness he had decided to surround himself in.

Drawing in a breath, he steeled his resolve and knocked.

***

Bakugo walked through the neighborhood, the cold winter air biting his cheeks, staining them a ruddy color. He took in the sights of the street vendors beginning to set up their stalls as the barely peeking sun bathed the world in its soft orange pink light.

He let his mind wander back to the talk he, Kirishima, Deku, and Mina had a few months ago. At first he had felt offended, like an animal cornered and threatened. The hot coals of embarrassment turning into a roaring fire as he lashed out. How humiliating to be confronted by everything he knew was true. He knew his performance as a hero had been suffering, but to see it in front of him in the form of his friend’s concerned faces had been a slap in the face, even then it was no match to Mina’s words about how they were worried he was isolating himself. Those words froze his veins over and settled into permafrost in his chest.

How quickly had he forgotten everything he already had to turn to a siren song? He was so desperate for a love, a touch he never knew, that he was willing to forget everything he already had to plunge into the icy waters of an illusion that would never be.

Bakugo had never been one to do things lightly. His feet continue to carry him as he reminisces of the month it took to overhaul his entire life.

He packed up his romance novels, haphazardly stacking them all into a cardboard box, which he unceremoniously shoved deep under his bed, too far for him to reach. He cleaned his apartment, dusting the blinds and the ceiling fan, collecting the trash from his floors, and scrubbing the dirt off every surface. He even took a rag to the baseboards. Hours of effort would culminate into a sparkling apartment, the sight lifting his mood and settling his soul. He took it as a sign that perhaps - things would be okay.

As he settled into his couch he poured himself a glass of whiskey as a treat for his hard work today. A groan involuntarily left his lips as his joints popped and creaked when he fished his phone out of his pocket. He shot off a quick text to Kirishima, letting him know that he was going to take two weeks off of work, a rarity for him. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he read through Kirishima's enthusiastic emoji ladden reply encouraging him to take the time to recover. 

Things would be okay.

Knowing he would have to inevitably face this, he texted his PR manager to pawn his social media accounts off to her. It felt like the right step in his detox from his addiction - from you. He took a large sip of the whiskey, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat before pleasantly settling into his stomach. The balmy feeling slowly floating into his veins, helping him feel a little number and a little better for what he had to do.

The hardest had yet to come; he knew he had to delete his account on the writing site. As he logged into his account, he stared at the bookmarks of writings he had collected over the months. Each title brought a smile to his face as he reminisced over the hundreds of lifetimes with you – too many to count, each perfect and special in their own ways - moments of utter intimacy that swept Bakugo off his feet.

Reading the various titles was like a loaded gun, ready to spray his messy emotions out into the world again. Katsuki hesitates, his finger floating over the delete account button. It would be easy to just not do it in order to preserve every memory, the emotions shared, the trials and tribulations you two had been through. He drains the rest of his whiskey and embraces the burn settling into each taste bud.

Bakugo presses the screen of his phone.

The warmth of the alcohol seeps into him as the same time as the tingle of loneliness enters every marrow of his being.

You were gone.

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.

.

Steadily he began filling his life with the things he loved. For the first time in months he finds himself in his childhood home to visit his mother and father. He takes in the sight of their greying hair, wondering how life had managed to go by so quickly. It had done him some good until the old hag began nagging him about not yet finding a wife.

Bakugo tries his best to ignore the cold tendrils encircling in his heart.

He starts going to his friend's scheduled hangouts again at their favorite izakaya. He would never admit it but Sero and Denki’s jokes and laughter breathe life into his worn self. He ardently denies the furling vines of jealousy from taking root as Kyoka and Momo announce their wedding plans.

He checks in on his classmates and even finds himself back at UA for a charity event. The nostalgia grips his heart as he wanders the same old halls and sees his old teachers. Aizawa-sensei is the same as ever, sleep deprived and utterly done with life, though Bakugo can spy the fondness in his eyes as he looks over his old troublesome students. While mingling, although Mina would disagree and say he was just standing intimidatingly, he finds out that Deku and Cheeks were expecting their first child.

He tries to block out the feeling of the lead in his stomach.

His shitty love life has nothing to do with their happiness so he grunts out a congrats and ignores the dopey lovesick expression on that idiot Deku’s face.

That night at UA reignites his efforts of trying to maintain a normal life and he throws himself into his hobbies. He signs up for a rock climbing gym and then sporadically adopts a small tortie kitten he saves on a total bullshit hero job (he affectionately names her Princess Explosion Murder). He starts cooking with a renewed fervor, trying desperately to ignore that he was cooking for one. He also ignores the weird tight feeling in his chest as he glances at the chair on the other side of his dining table, always empty.

Bakugo thinks he's doing everything right until he's somehow not. He brings it up to his therapist (one that he doesn't want but Kirishima bullied him into getting). That's when his therapist recommends that he “reconnect with himself” by not keeping busy, but rather listening to his "inner feelings". The phrase makes Bakugo quirk an eyebrow and internally decide that therapists are fucking quacks. His therapist bargains with him and asks him to just try it once. "What's the harm?" she says, eyes measured and too analytical for Katsuki's taste. Sure enough, two weeks ago he abandons the plush interior of his BMW and the ever present traffic of downtown Mustafu for the scenic 30 minute walk to his agency. It infuriates him to no ends that his fucking therapist was right. No wonder he paid out the ass for weekly visits. As the days he walks progresses, so does Bakugo. He decides that while the loneliness would probably never leave him, that in the context of the world, he could slowly see himself accepting that things weren’t so bad.

Things would be okay.

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.

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Today his feet took him to a familiar path, a back street filled with vendors that would connect to the busy main street that passed by the small café near Mustafu University, where he would pick up a cinnamon latte before taking a left to the office.

A fresh cold breeze made him draw himself closer his jacket, his feet picking up the speed wanting to get out of the bitter cold. Lost in his own thoughts and the beauty of the watercolor sunrise, he didn’t realize he wasn’t paying attention until it was too late. He collided into something solid and it snapped his attention back to reality. The soft feminine gasp accompanying a not so feminine “fuck” made him look down. He saw papers scattered, escaping a tote bag with the Froppy logo, tilting his chin down a little further he could see the shine of spilled coffee all over his camo green Canada Goose jacket. Without even knowing it his mouth bent down into a scowl. The person who bumped into him seemed fine, just a little shaken up. He knows the polite thing to do is offer a hand and tell the stranger that it was no problem, the jacket is waterproof after all, but after 2 seconds of soul searching he decided that he didn’t give enough of a fuck to be nice. He opened his mouth to release his scathing remarks to the clumsy fuckwad who ran into him until he caught sight of something that skyrocketed his pulse. His mouth dried and he felt his heart drum in his ears.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry” you said as you shakily stood up, akin to a fawn.

You reached into your jacket, fishing out crumpled napkins to help sop up the mess on his expensive jacket. He stood in silence not sure if this was an amalgamation of his own sick mind, because how many times had he imagined exactly this?

“I’m so sorry I should have been more careful!” you profusely apologize, refusing to meet Bakugo’s eyes out of embarrassment.

Bakugo takes in every detail. It was everything he remembers. Your soft bouncy hair, the floral smell (lilacs he commits to memory) of your shampoo wafting to him as you stood entirely too close to him. Though you're bundled in a winter jacket, he can make out the distinct shape of your body that had him in a chokehold for months. The skin of your hands shines, its clear that you managed to also drenched in yourself in coffee. Your hands shake as the liquid on your skin settles into a chill that penetrates your bones.

Katsuki trembles, his fist clenches in his pockets, desperately trying to ground himself. He can feel the cold winter air, he can smell the spilt coffee, and he can hear the rustle of the napkin over his jacket. This is all real.

You continue your efforts to clean Bakugo’s jacket until he places his warm hands over yours. He relishes in it, despite the temperature difference, he can tell your skin is soft and smooth. Your hands are tiny in his and he drinks up the sight, his pulse racing. His actions seem to surprise you as your head darts up, catching his brilliant vermillion eyes, like the prettiest sunrise you had ever seen. Your breath catches in your throat as the two of you stare at each other, locked in a stalemate.

“I’m sorry” you whisper, Bakugo savors the way your words escape you, the heat of your words brought to life by the winter air. Your lips are as beautiful and kissable as he remembers.

His eyes search yours for an answer, any indication that, somehow this isn’t all just in his mind- that you aren’t just an off duty villain surprised to bump into an off duty hero - that some part of what he wanted was something you wanted too.

“Let-” Bakugo rasps out, his words catching in his dry throat, “Let me buy you another coffee.”.

A beat passes between the both of you.

“Yes”, you reply breathless and airy as if anything more would break the magic spell between you two.

“I’d love that.”

#bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #mha #bnha #fanfic

[strawbrygashez]

Caldre holiday hcs bc why not :)

Halloween

•If it was up to Andre, he’d make Cal dress up as ghostface with him every year but after the second Halloween they’d gone as ghostface, Cal suggested they try something else for once which Andre reluctantly agreed to.

It would be kinda funny if Rachel started to really worry about Cal after one Halloween where Cal & Andre played a prank on her (doing the whole, there isn’t one ghostface but two thing). They probably got the voice changers and everything and while Cal genuinely thought it was just all good fun once he took off the mask and showed her it was just him, Andre had a slightly sadistic smile watching Rachel try to calm down 💀

•If they pass out candy together, Cals the one who’s actually passing out candy to kids while Andre just sits on the porch. Andre probably lets Cal pass out candy for about a hour before he starts complaining that they should just leave the bowl outside and go watch some scary movies together. Cal usually agrees.

•If it’s one of those years where they don’t go as ghostface, Cal does Andres makeup if the costume calls for it. Andre probably makes some dumb joke trying to tease him like “Haha wow you’re really good at this. You must do makeup by urself at home sometimes” and cals just like “Yeah.” And Andre goes “oh…ok.”

•I have a feeling that Cals family would go all out for Halloween so Cal & Andre usually set all the stuff up in the yard together. Cal likes working on the details like fake spiderwebs and fake blood while Andre likes messing with and setting up the animatronics. Andres probably even fixed a few old broken ones that were stuffed away in the garage.

•Not to uwu-ify Cal but I genuinely think he’d squeeze onto Andres arm if they went thru one of those haunted house things where people jump scare you and whatever. He genuinely doesn’t even mean to he just hates being jumped out at 💀

•They usually end the night off with eating left over candy and falling asleep on the couch while watching something like Friday the 13th.

Christmas

•They both spend Christmas morning at their own houses. Cal usually comes over pretty quickly though after opening his gifts since it gets probably really hectic at his place with his siblings playing with their new stuff. Andre won’t admit it but he really likes when Cal shows up because Christmas morning feels awkward since it’s just him and his parents.

•If they end up going to a Christmas party (from Cals side of the family), they’ll find a place to sit where it’s quiet until they get dragged back into hanging out around everyone.

Cals family really likes Andre cuz Cal really likes him so they don’t feel bad about picking on Andre a little bit. Like something like, “Oh Andre you look so tense! Lighten up some it’s Christmas :)!!” Followed by a pinch on the cheek or a shoulder pat & Cal will chime in with a sarcastic “Yeah Andre. Lighten up some.”

•Andre is really awkward about receiving gifts and sounding genuine with his thank yous even if he really means it. Cal reacts more naturally about getting something he really does like or doesn’t.

•Andre really only gives gifts to Cal but might get cals siblings a little something if he has the cash to spend. He tries to keep note in his mind of things other people (cal & siblings) seem to like and don’t like and what they look at in stores more often than other things.

Cal tries to be really thoughtful in his gifts to others and especially to Andre. He gets kinda bashful when Andre is opening his gift or reading his Christmas card that has a poem for him inside. He kinda just hides his face or looks away until Andre is done going thru everything.

•One time at one of Cals family Christmas parties, they accidentally stood under a mistletoe together. They didn’t realize it until someone started to laugh and point above them. When they both looked up they scurried off blushing 💀

Valentines Day

•Andre would make fun of the holiday to hell and back but of course gets Cal something. Even before they started to date, he’d buy one of those chocolate heart box things to share it with Cal. And before Cal can say anything about it, he goes on about how it was JUST ON SALE & that if he was going to make it weird he can just not eat any or go away.

•When it was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple, Andre just grabbed the usual types of Valentine’s Day gifts. A stuffed animal, candy, a cool band shirt and maybe a hot topic gift card. He feels pretty happy about his selection of things he got him until he gets Cals gut wrenchingly beautiful, loving and thoughtful poem about how much Andre means to him. He apologizes so quickly for getting Cal material things while Cal had poured his heart out like this but Cal assured him he loves his gifts and that he knows Andre isn’t very good with words anyways :,)

Cal will also not let go of the stuffed animal until he absolutely has to. He also keeps it on his bed! And because I hc Cal to be kinda weird when it comes to how Andre smells, he asks him to hold the plush for a while (till it gets his scent 💀) or he sprays it with one of Andres colognes.

•Even though Cal is right that Andre isn’t good with words, Andre feels bad enough to at least attempt a poem for him. It comes out kinda reading like a middle schoolers attempt at it but Cal absolutely loves it. He’s smiling while reading it and Andre thinks it’s because it’s laughably bad but Cal assures him he absolutely loves it and would get it framed if he could :)

If Andre wants to keep writing for him too for future Valentine’s Days, he just gets Valentines Day cards and writes a normal letter in there.

•This is one of the only holidays Cal will completely shut down hanging out with Rachel. It’s Andre and his day 🗣 not hers! He’ll probably just get her a little thing just as a friend gift tho.

Thanksgiving

•Tbh not much to say here other than someone on Cals side of the family probably is having a thanksgiving day meal thing and Andre comes along. They act pretty much the same as they do at any one of these family things but Cal keeps letting Andre eat his left overs because he doesn’t like pretty much any thanksgiving day foods.

•Cals siblings beg Andre to make hand turkey drawings with them and he can’t say no so he’s eventually laying on the floor with them at some point with crayons and paper on the floor. Cal will NOT stop taking pictures or filming no matter how many times Andre threatens him or tells him to stop.

4th Of July

•These boys love their fireworks :D As soon as they start seeing them for sale, they start getting them. Andre might even save up a couple months before so he can get one of the huge packs.

•Andre chased Cal around the yard with a sparkler wand one time because it was making others laugh. Cal got his payback though by throwing a couple of those popping things at his feet a couple of times.

•Andre has to tug Cal away multiple times after he lights fireworks because he’ll just stand there for some reason. Probably just cuz he has his head in the clouds.

•kinda related, kinda not but they are so the type to look up videos of firework fails where they like, go off and hits someone’s car or whatever.

Easter

•Again one I don’t have much to say about but if Andre is around while Cals siblings are Easter egg hunting, he will make subtle hints to where the eggs they can’t find are. Him and Cal will just hang back while they keep a eye on them and maybe share some candy from a couple of eggs Cal decided to steal.

And now some hcs just involving seasons general

•Cal hates when it’s cold or snowing since he’s so scrawny, he gets cold fast. He complains a lot and will steal Andres blankets to wrap around himself while he’s at his place and he’ll make him warm up the car before they gotta go somewhere.

•If it’s just some chilly air, Andre huffs and gives him his jacket. Cal really likes this for multiple reasons but one of them being since Andre is bigger than him, it’s cozy :) Andre has gotten a few of his jackets and sweaters stolen by Cal and takes back the ones he really needs next time he’s over at Cals.

•When it’s just snow and it’s ONLY them and Cals whining about having to walk in snow, he’ll carry him and even though Cal keeps saying he doesn’t have to, Andre will act like he asked him to like “Ugh 🙄 I can’t believe you’re making me do this. Grow up already princess.”

•Cal also really hates the heat while Andre is indifferent to it. Cals complaining a lot this time also. Andre keeps telling him to stop wearing baggy clothes for a bit then & maybe tie what he can of his hair up but Cal won’t listen -_- So Andre does what he can and turns his bedroom fan on when Cals over and asks to keep the heat down in the house.

•When they get to go to the pool in the summer, Cal did this thing once where he bets he can hold his breath longer than Andre under water. Andre takes him up on it. Andre has to come up for air honestly pretty quickly while Cal stays under there… for almost too long until Andre goes back under to force Cal back up. Andre is like “WTF YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” while cals just laughing and says “aww you’re worried about me :)” Since then, Andre barely lets Cal stay submerged in water for very long.

#caldre #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #this is longer than I thought it was going to be 💀 damn

[sunnywalnut]

I miss when autistic rep was on accident. I feel like every time a neurotypical/allistic person tries to write somebody with autism on purpose, it just comes off as "he's a total jerk, but he's REALLY GOOD at what he does" instead of "this guy's facial expression doesn't change very much, but I promise you he's absolutely happy to help. Also talk to him about birds. He fucking loves birds."

And I don't mean "he loves birds" as in "this guy wears bird shirts 24/7 and corrects you if you accidentally call a pigeon a dove." No. I mean "he loves birds" as in "he's able to name the sound of the bird just by it's song and point to it and it's just sitting on the rooftop next to you" and if you ask questions he gets this little smile to his face and answers them all and even tells you about some drama about two researchers who were unsure of they could call two birds different species since they were so similar and then gives you the answer of they can, because their beaks are different and that means their diet is different or whatever.

Not every autistic dude in media has to be "UwU save me from the world and take care of me bc I'm just a smol beannn✨"

Sometimes they're just Chad from maintenance who seems to love his job a bit more than he should, but it's all good bc everything that's fixed works even better than it was before it was broken. He's not creepy or anything. But he WILL call you over if he sees you walk past in order to show off his latest repair and talk to you about what he did. Everyone loves Chad. They're happy that he's as dedicated to his job as he is. Plus it makes the office a lot more bearable to have him around because he always seems to wear this gigantic grin and talk with his hands.

You're absolutely able to have "cute" autistic characters. I have cute autistic characters.

I have a little elf girl that counts each individual strand of her hair when she's nervous and climbs trees. She loves baking, so much so that she will make everything gluten free, kosher, dairy free, vegan, whatever you need in order to make sure you're included. As soon as she steps into a garden, she's completely covered in dirt. And yes, she's extremely friendly and doesn't understand social cues. And sure. She has her boyfriend take care of things for her, like keeping her safe from creeps when she's in public, and shutting down scammers before she can pay them, but it's not because she's dumb. It's because he elected himself into that space. And he knows full well that if she decides to scurry off to whatever wonderful thing that has caught her eye, that she'll wander back to him when she's ready. She knows how to defend herself. And he trusts her. And she does things for him as well. Which is something I don't see in autistic/allistic relationships in media at all.

Like do y'all really think our partners are just our glorified babysitters???

We're not just there to sit still and look pretty.

We're there to be your emotional rock. We tend to have high empathy. We can listen to your problems and validate your emotions. And sure, we might give you some advice that seems a bit wonky at best, but anyone can do that. Not just autistic people.

Sometimes we take over financial decisions, for one reason or another. I had a partner that would always come to me for financial advice despite living on their own and having more than enough money to do what they wanted with, but they knew that I could budget better. I'm good at math. And no, not a "math wiz" all A's kind of good. But a "I can do big number addition/subtraction and sometimes multiplication within seconds in my head" which was also really helpful in my culinary class when my teacher would put me in charge of making sure we were on target with how many servings of food we had. Not every autistic person has to be leagues above the rest academic to be autistic. My allistic brother had straight A's for YEARS. Much longer than I did. I had A's and B's.

You can come to us if you need a hug. Or to cuddle. Or to body double. Or just to hang out. Some autistic people like touch. We crave it. I can guarantee you that if we were friends and you climbed up on the couch next to me and laid your head in my lap, I would let you. No questions asked. I'd even pet your hair. And I'd ask you about your day. I can't count how many times high fives have turned to hand holding with my friends because they needed a loving talking to about how great they are. Or a back rub when they're crying. Not all of us are going to stand there, staring down at you while you're curled up on the floor and be like "STATISTICALLY SPEAKING-" yeah no. And the people who DO that likely are trying to relay information that they know that they think will help you feel better. We're odd, but we're not heartless. Let me get down on your level. Sit with you. And then I'll talk to you about how tears are actually really healthy and it's good that you're able to cry. And also I'm proud of you and let's get you some water, okay?

We can take care of you too!!

I give all my friends hair care advice bc I've spent too much time watching hair stylist videos. I tell them to make sure they lotion after every shower when they complain about dry skin or body acne. I tell them to drink water after they cry. Or wash their face. Or alternate ways they can get around invisible barriers and still get what they need done. You know how many times I've had to sit down problem solve with my loved ones for over an HOUR bc their ADHD decided not to let them brush their teeth or take a shower? I have a whole ARSENAL of advice to give you. And yeah. If you're close enough where I can head over to your place, I WILL do your dishes(bc somehow they're less gross than mine). I WILL wash your hair for you, or fold your clothes or clear the counters of trash. Not because I think you're lazy or nothing. But because I see something that needs to be done, and I do it. Because I love you, it's simple, and hey, I'm here anyways, right?

Like shit. Every night I have a sleepover with my best friend, I do the dishes that were in her sink before I even came over while she starts on dinner. Because I love her. And that's my way of paying her back for picking me up. I clear all our trash, and the scraps of tea bags that she missed in the mornings. Because I love her. And it's simple enough I can do it myself. I chop the garlic as we cook together because we're working as a team. And yeah. After it's all over. We sit on the couch like a bunch of lazy dogs and watch TV and chat and do whatever. And sometimes. We don't do anything but just enjoy each other's company. Because as adults, we don't get a lot of time to just relax.

We all have our own strengths and weaknesses. And sure. Being friends with an autistic person isn't always sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes our behaviors or our tenancies can be stressful. Like sensory meltdowns, or our bluntness(which is honestly usually just us saying exactly what is true without sugar coating it. Like if you said the sky was purple I'd be like "nah it's blue rn" and people find that blunt and rude. But to me, that's just a fact. I'm not saying you're dumb. I'm just saying it's blue right now.) or sometimes, even when we get super hyper about our interests. I would know. I'm autistic myself. And I irritate myself.

But it seems like in media, the irritation is all people can see. Even in "supportive" families that I see in shows and such, everyone's always stressed all the time.

You're telling me ONE LITTLE CHILD is tearing this entire family apart? (*COUGH COUGH Young Sheldon COUGH*) Not only is that stupid, that's just inaccurate.

If you wanna be accurate, maybe don't have every autistic person you write be a "high functioning" male in a doctor's coat who's transphobic as fuck and his excuse being he's autistic.

If you know the bitch is outwardly transphobic, don't fucking put him in the room with trans people.

And also?

Autistic people are allowed to learn the difference between sex and gender. We're ALLOWED to learn about queer identities. And we're ALLOWED to be queer ourselves without being labeled as idiots who don't know any better.

I've YET to see a show about an outwardly queer autistic girl who is able to make awesome friends and overcome her challenges WITHOUT succumbing to being an asshole on purpose.

Except for The Owl House. And Luz isn't even canonically autistic. It's just speculated.

THAT is good autistic representation.

Not whatever the fuck "The Good Doctor" is supposed to be.

My Personal List Of Good Autism Rep Recs(non canon, sadly):

-Good Omens(not explicitly canon, but multiple characters behave in a way that could be labeled as autistic. Plus Neil Geiman, the writer himself is autistic)

-The Owl House(again. Not explicitly canon. But great. The whole show is about accepting yourself as you are and is kinda along the lines of Gravity Falls. In fact, she was in a relationship with Alex Hirsh, creator of Gravity Falls. And also she's bisexual with a CANONICALLY BISEXUAL LEAD!! Also is lovely for mental health allegories too)

-Gravity Falls (the whole Pines family just REEKS autism to me. Noncannon.)

-How To Train Your Dragon(Hiccup is autistic as hell and you can't convince me otherwise. Non canon)

-Adventure Time (some of the humor is dated, but enjoyable. Also Princess Bubblegum. Need I say more?)

-We Bare Bears (slice of lifey. Sometimes childish. Sweet as hell though. Grizz feels very autistic to me, but that could also be because I enjoy how huggable and easily excitable he is. Everyone loves him. He's loud, he can absolutely be obnoxious, but he loves his bros and tries his best to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He also does his best to fix any problems he makes. Which in my book, makes him a good guy. Some people also claim Ice Bear is autistic. But personally, I feel like he just doesn't talk much. What do you guys think?)

#actually autistic #autism #autistic #autism representation

[bep1erfics]

requested by @big-uwu-stan

zhang hao - waking him up with kisses

zhanghao usually came home really late due to dance practise, which meant that having alone time with him was rare.

you would often find yourself having dinner alone on nights couples would go out on dates, since zhanghao was completely exhausted after rehearsing different choreographies for the group’s debut.

although you were alone, zhanghao would always comfort you and give you the biggest hugs when he would walk in through the front door, sending butterflies to your stomach.

-

today, it was another day of being alone 24/7. you finished cleaning up the little amounts of plates placed in the sink and ran upstairs to wind down and have a shower.

hopping into the shower, you found it quite strange that it was 9pm and zhanghao still wasn’t home. you hoped that he wouldn’t be overdoing it, hurting his body.

you finished your shower routine with that little bit in you being worried about zhanghao’s health declining, causing your heart to suddenly beat faster.

-

walking into your shared room, you spot zhanghao looking ever so restless on your side of the bed.

he kept dozing off and then waking up.

you smiled seeing him at this restless state, but started to worry and wanted to ask if he had eaten yet but he was fast asleep.

“hao? can you wake up please?”

you nudged his shoulder, but he still wouldn’t budge. his little snores made you grin like an idiot, but you needed to know if he had eaten.

leaving you no choice, you started giving kisses all over his face. at once, his eyes opened and your face soon flushed red when your faces met to him giving you the biggest smile.

“if you hadn’t given me a kiss, i would’ve played dumb until you had given in. little cutie.”

zhanghao grabbed your shoulders and placed you below him.

he trapped you in between his arms so you couldn’t escape.

“zhanghao! what are you doing, let me go!!”

zhanghao doesn’t listen to you and gives you exactly two kisses on each cheek, making his way towards your mouth.

he pecks your lips lightly, leaving you wanting more.

“hao, did you eat yet?” you asked, looking at him with eyes filled with sincerity.

he shook his head.

“i havent gotten the chance to eat yet. wanna go on a late night drive to mcdonald’s?”

you two goofed around, singing sappy love songs while chowing down on a bigmac & large coke. spending time with zhanghao made your heart feel warm and fuzzy.

-

“i promise, i’ll come home earlier from now on. i’m gonna call in sick tomorrow, how about we go on a little date? i love you so much, my dream girl”

💗⭐️

#zhang hao #boys planet #kpop imagines #zhanghao x reader

[inkyquince]

Have those big ole thoughts about training Kylar properly. Maybe you don't wanna loose your virginity to him, or maybe you just enjoy preparing him properly for your first time together.

content warning. this was written for my VTM oc and realised that I can't just release that dumbass to the blog first, so instead it was changed to Kylar uwu. Kylar being nasty, frotting, sex toys, intercrural sex kinda, training mentions, lots of drooling and lube and fluids.

You didn't even mean to train him at first. It was all Kylar's fault. You two couldn't even kiss without his breath hitching and his cock hardening in his stained sweatpants. Jutting against you as his whined, hungrily mouthing at your bottom lip. Hell, you used to just let him hump himself to completion, but Kylar's eyes would prick with tears, both as how sore his cock would get but also being oh so close to you, your crotch being so warm against him beyond unbearable. Blow jobs were out too, since he had the same amount of self control as a glutton.

So, instead, one trip to Sirris' Sex Shop later, you have the solution to your problems. For him to cum and for you to train him before ever having to sleep with him.

Kylar likes to watch you prep the fleshlight. Parting the silicon to spit into the toy before pouring lube in, the clear liquid rising inside rapidly. Meanwhile, he watches, mouth agape just a bit. His cock juts against the fabric of his trousers, opaque liquid already seeping through the garment.

You kick off your trousers so they don't get stained and slip the toy between your thighs, tucked against your own crotch. Kylar used to whine at you to go without underwear when you two did this, but that discussion was long since dead now. Instead, he just tries to imagine it's all you, the tight, snug fit, the dripping mess over his dick. All. You.

He clambers on top of you, tugging his sweatpants down, tucking the band under his balls. His flushed dick stands to attention, dribbling just a bit as he nudges the head against the "lips" of the fleshlight. He's already sweating as he gazes at you, pupils blown wide, for your go ahead to sink into "your" hole. The little smile you give is more than enough and he gracelessly sinks down, lube pushing out as he pushes in, sticking to his thick pubic hair and balls.

Mouth agape, Kylar just gazes at you, dumb little expression as his cock throbbed uselessly inside the toy. God, he wants it to be you so badly. This is the least embarrassing way he's tried to simulate his cock in your warm hole. Tried the fuck a warmed up grapefruit once, before feeding it to you. Fucked a hole into his soap bar. Used to hump his pillow every night, ripped a shabby hole right into it. But somehow this was far more embarrassing. You, watching him, use a toy and obviously pretend its you, all the while you two are chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs intertwined.

Kylar never had much composure to begin with, but any shreds of it are long gone by the first sloppy thrust. Drool gathering on his tongue, too entranced in the tight fit to even function properly, unable to swallow it down, so it just slips from his lips. The wet squelching of his cock bucking down into the toy, lube flowing out, was not helping, Kylar's lewd imagination kicking into overdrive. Reminds him of the hentai's he would put at full volume with his headphones, settle back and close his eyes and jerk his cock as he imagined you making those lewd noises, both your moans as well as your dripping hole taking his cock.

Yet the toy was just not enough. He came like a virgin whenever you used it on him, but his brain whispered that it would never be enough. Left every orgasm a bit less fulfilling each time. His cock ached as he continued to hump away, curling his body a bit to properly rut into it, almost like a clock wound too tight. His hot huffs of breath fanned over your face, sweat dripping down his face, into his hair and shining in the dim light.

"Please. Please, I want to... I wanna... Please?"

You just laughed softly and gently raised your thighs enough to mimic the feeling of the fleshlight fucking back into him. That was all he needed. Kylar whined and threw his head back, entire body jerking roughly as he came. Cum dribbled over the lips of the toy, seeping over the edges and staining your bare thighs, as well as his own.

Just babbles out his stream of consciousness, saying your hole is so good, that he loves you, that this was always meant to be, that he wants to fill you up up up until you are still dripping his cum days later.

You just stroke his head as he struggles to tug himself out of the toy, knowing that by the time you finally let him fuck you, he'll ruin you properly.

#... is this too short for a read more? #if its not message me and say hey donk put this under a read more ur clogging my dashboard #and i will kiss your head and throw you out of my house #quincewrites #dol #nsft #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #apologies to tea #whose really into the oc this was for and maybe would have liked to read smut of their boy #woo guys look inky posted for the first time in a millenia #im on some stuff that peps me up a bit more #and im writing christmas presents for some lads that helped me wanna give you guys more stuff #anyway!! #hi guys!!

[arvensimp]

What kind of kinks does arven have?? He is so wholesome and sweet.

I could see this going a few ways, so I hope you like this? I also fully plan to incorporate each of these kinks into other works hehe

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Little Talks

Arven x fem!reader, nsfw, really just a discussion of kinks, nothing crazy. I'll put the actual acts into other fics. uwu

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Arven wants to die.

No really. Could he just expire? Float away? Turn into dust?

The two of you are laying side by side in the dark on the bed at your league-provided apartment, dressed casually and comfortably in pajamas. Your head is laying overtop one of Arven's arms as his other is draped dramatically across his face.

He groans.

"C'moooooon," You whine, "I already spilled all my deepest, darkest fantasies of what I want. You owe me."

"I really feel like a good relationship isn't supposed to be built on quid pro quos like this..." Arven mumbles.

"Oh, stop being silly. You know what I mean!" You laugh, nuzzling up against him affectionately. "I won't force it out of you, but I wanna know!"

Arven huffs. "I know... I just...I've never shared this kinda thing with anyone before..." He voice gets small as he finishes the sentence.

"That's okay." You stroke along his chest lovingly. Arven shudders a bit. "This is a no judgement zone... But really if you don't wanna talk about it tonight it's fine. We can just cuddle. Seriously."

Arven is silent for a moment. Then another. You figure maybe he's dropped the subject of kinks for now, and that's fine, so you settle against him to fall asleep.

"E-edging?" He says it softly, but it's unmistakable.

"What?"

"It's just. Y'know. A thing... I might wanna try sometime... With you?"

You perk up a bit, making a mental note. "Oh! Okay! ...anything else?"

You hear him audibly swallow. "Uh... Maybe some light...light bondage Nothing--nothing crazy, ya know? Simple."

You nod your head against his chest.

"That's absolutely doable."

"Mm...maybe, uh... I... Uh..." His voice gets incredibly soft as he whispers this next part into the darkness. "Could call you...mommy? Sometime?"

You feel your face heat up as your stomach drops in a not unpleasant way. Arven, on the other hand, misinterprets your silence. He rolls over, disengaging from you and facing away.

"Sorry! I knew that was stupid. For real, just forget it. Sorry. Just me being dumb as usual."

"No." You reply quietly, placing your hand on his shoulder as you scootch up to become his big spoon. "Not dumb or stupid at all. We can definitely give it a try. It just took me a bit by surprise, is all. But you're not dumb, and it isn't stupid at all. You're just fine. Thank you for trusting me with it! We'll get all of those wants into the bedroom." You tell him as you place as gentle kiss against the back of his shoulder.

Arven seems to melt a bit under your touch, relieved. You feel him shake a bit.

"Thanks..." He replies softly, and if he sounds a little choked up about it, you don't force the issue for the time being.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arven x female reader