#idc usually but it's annoying me this time for some reason

[poicyss]

seeing these humanoid big man designs and none of them even make him big

not tall not fat not buff or wide he looks like a twink!! Big man is NOT called Twink man!!!

#poi says #splatoon #idc usually but it's annoying me this time for some reason #i guess its because especially with Frye we are getting more glimpses at how unique inkling/octolings can be? #and if you keep him as a ray you can go nuts on body type y'know #since there arent any canon humanoid rays i can think of #but its okay im over it now actually #still think big man should be big tho. at least make him tall y'know

[therealcocoshady]

Hi coco I wanna try putting in a request

Marshall x fem reader

Marshall and reader have a child there 4 or 5 (boy or girl idc ) and marshal and reader are indulging in late night activities (18+) and there child wakes up screaming bc they heard y/n screaming . So they come running knocking on the door to see if she’s ok .

You don’t have to do this kinda a bad idea

Hey ! Thanks for your request ! I love your idea ❤️. I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy reading !

The Monster

Eminem x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : Lily gets scared when she hears Reader screaming during sex. Her and Em need to come up with some explanation.

Tags : Smut - Fluff - Comfort

Warning : SMUT (P in V, use of toys, anal, oral, biting, squirting…).

Author’s Note : I decided to use the same characters as in the one shot « One more baby ? » because why not ?

Your daughter was finally in bed, which only meant one thing : it was on. Baby-making time. Ever since you had decided to try for another child, your evenings with Marshall were filled with… spirited activities. Your sex life had always been active, but trying for a baby had you ten times hornier than you usually were. Same for your husband. For the past two months, as soon as Lily’s bedroom lights were out, you couldn’t jump on each other fast enough.

Trying for a baby not only made you hornier, it also made you more daring, more creative, much to Marshall’s delight. He was definitely enjoying the many new lingerie sets you had bought, as well as the toys and accessories. Since you had Lily on your own, with IVF, you decided to have as much fun as you could as you tried to give her a sibling. New positions, games, accessories, toys… as long as he was cumming inside of you, everything was fair game.

You were ovulating and had been a horny mess since this morning. It didn’t help that your dutiful husband had decided to work from home, staying in his grey sweatpants that you found him so sexy in. Days like this, he would usually stay in his home office but, for some reason, he had decided to work in the dining room. You weren’t going to complain : at least you got to admire him.

It was the holidays so were taking care of Lily but you couldn’t help but throw longing glances at each other. Every time he got a chance, he would tease you, brushing against you, gently squeezing your butt… and you got right back at him, leaning and bending forward every time you were in front of him so that he could have a good view of either your ass or your boobs. You felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

From Husband ❤️ : Keep on teasing me like this and you’re not walking for the next week.

You flashed him a smile and « accidentally » dropped the pencils you were holding.

- Mommy, did you drop something again ? Lily asked in an annoyed voice.

- I did, baby, you replied as you tried to hide a smile. I guess I’m really clumsy today…

- Daddy always says that we should be careful with our things, your daughter reminded you.

- And Daddy is always right, Marshall added with a smirk. I swear, Lily is the only good girl around here…

You giggled and bent to pick up the pencils as your husband stared at you - or rather at your cleavage that also showed a hint of the lingerie set that was waiting for him. You saw him licking his lips. Obviously, black lace was always a good choice. You forgot where you were and eye-fucked each other for a second before being taken out of your trance by Lily.

- Daddy, will you come and draw with us ? She asked.

- I have work to do, sweetie, he said with a small pout. I’d love to draw with you but Paul is going to be very unhappy if I don’t review these contracts for tomorrow.

- Uncle Paul always gives you work, she complained as she rolled her eyes.

- True, he chuckled. Next time you see him, you tell him he needs to leave Daddy alone, alright ?

- Yes, she said. You’re my Daddy and I miss drawing with you.

You could see Marshall’s heart melt at these words. He threw a guilty glance at the contracts on the dining room table and you could tell he was tempted to drop everything.

- I really have to work, baby, he said. But if you let me work in peace, I can go quicker and then we can do something together, ok ?

- Ok, she said. Can we make pizza just the two of us tonight ?

- Of course, he said with a smile. We can cook for Mommy. I think she’s a little too clumsy to be in the kitchen today anyway.

You giggled and took your daughter to the living room to draw for a little bit. As the evening came, Marshall kept his promise and cooked with Lily. Pizza was her favorite thing to make with her Dad. The two of them always made a mess in the kitchen, but it made them so happy that it was worth it. When it was time for bed, she insisted that Marshall be the one to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. She was clearly in her « Dad phase » and he was her favorite parent. You’d read it was normal so you didn’t worry much. Plus, it was fair : he was working a lot lately, so she probably missed him.

You decided to make the most of it and wait for your husband in the bedroom, only wearing your lingerie and high heels. With a 5 year-old, you didn’t wear your heels too much, but you knew how much Marshall loved the sight of your legs when you wore these red bottoms. You were searching for something in a drawer when you heard him enter the bedroom and lock the door. The familiar sound was always arousing to you. It was time to play.

- I have a bone to pick with you, Mrs Mathers, he said playfully in your ear as he stood behind you.

- Do you ? You giggled.

- You drove me crazy all day, he whispered. Time for consequences.

You were about to turn and face him when you felt his hands on the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the dresser. He got closer to you until you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but moan. After all, you had spent the whole day waiting for this moment. Little did he know that you were soaking wet.

- I could take you right here, he whispered in your ear.

- Please, you moaned.

- Not yet, he chuckled. Let me enjoy the view.

He ran his hands on your sides, your back, your legs, spilling kisses all over your body as you stayed in this position, all his to enjoy. He kneeled behind you and kissed your ass cheek before making your lace panties slide off your legs. He kissed your thigh, going higher and higher until you felt him kissing your pussy, from behind. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue up and down your slit. He slid a finger inside you, feeling how wet you were.

- For me ? He asked playfully.

- I was actually waiting for someone else, you couldn’t help but say.

He stopped and you felt a slap on your butt. Of course you had to run your mouth. It was going to be the death of you. You silently cursed yourself for making him stop what he was doing. You wanted his mouth and fingers back to your pussy, in their rightful place. He got up and whispered in your ear.

- Am I not enough ? He asked teasingly. Do you want more ?

- Marshall, you moaned. Please.

- No, he chuckled. I’ll give you more.

He opened the drawer next to you, where you kept your toys, and got your butt plug. He put it in your mouth, telling you to suck on it. When it was wet enough, he inserted it in you, before resuming his initial position and sliding two fingers inside of your pussy. His tongue worked his magic on your clit and you tried hard not to make too much noise. The sensation of the plug, his fingers and his tongue at the same time was sending you in overdrive. It was delicious. You thought you were about to come in no time but he seemed to have other plans.

- I’m not done with you yet, baby, he said. You teased me, now it’s my turn to have fun.

He just loved driving you crazy and you knew he got off on seeing you wrestle with your pleasure. Not that you were going to complain, mind you. After years of dating selfish men when it came to sex, Marshall was a breath of fresh air. You knew you had married the right man but, in that moment, you wished he would just pound into you and make you come already. Patience was definitely not your strong suit, and especially not when you were ovulating.

He grabbed your hand and pushed you on the bed, ass up, face down. In no time, he got rid of his clothes and he did not even bother undressing you. He just pushed your panties aside before entering you. His hip thrusts were painfully slow and you knew it was on purpose. However, you were not having it, so you rocked your hips in turn, owing you another slap on the ass. However, he indulged you and started moving faster. He reached for the plug and moved it a bit, causing you to whimper in pleasure. You were on verge of orgasm when he stopped again and laid down on the bed.

- Get on top, he said.

- You’re killing me, you groaned.

- Told you I’d get my revenge, he chuckled. Now, get on top before I leave you high and dry.

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t do this to you, but you were so needy that you weren’t willing to risk it. You were craving for release and he knew it. This gave your husband way too much power over you. He was smirking I when you got on top and lowered yourself on his length, taking all of it. The presence of the plug in your butt maximised the sensations and Marshall felt even bigger than usual. You moaned as you started moving, closing your eyes and chasing your high. Your man seemed to enjoy the sensations, too. He was usually a rather quiet lover but you could hear him whimper.

- God you’re so tight, he moaned.

- I’m close, you warned.

- Come for me.

Your movements started to become sloppy, much to your frustration. You were on the edge but couldn’t quite get there. You looked at Marshall. You didn’t have to say a word for him to understand you needed a bit of help.

- I got you, he said.

He reached in your nightstand and grabbed your Satisfyer. He turned it on and put it on your clit. Your body’s response was immediate. You were shaking on top of him and your soaked sex was clenching around his. It was so strong that you let out cries of pleasure. Marshall captured your lips in an attempt to shut you up, but to no avail. Your nails were digging in his chest.

- Fuck, he said as you felt him twitch inside of you, his release being imminent.

There were too many sensations at once for you to be able to think straight and control yourself. Every inch of you was stimulated. You let out screams of pleasure as you reached orgasm. You could feel your husband try and cover your mouth but you instinctively bit his hand. He pulled you close to him and your teeth found his shoulder as you kept on having spasms. It felt like never-ending waves of pleasure. You weren’t even sure if that lasted seconds of hours. Time and space had become vague concepts. All you could hear were your own sounds.

Your head was buried in Marshall’s neck as you came to your senses, both of you panting.

- Holy shit, you managed to mumble.

You were taken out of your zone by Lily screaming. Parental instinct kicked in and you stared at each other. « On it », Marshall said before hurrying into some clothes and out of the room. You quickly got out of bed and got rid of the sextoys before getting dressed as well. You were about to check on Lily and Marshall when you heard a knock on the door.

- Mommy ? Your husband asked. Can we come in ?

- Yes, you said.

He opened the door and you could see he was carrying Lily who seemed terrified.

- Mommy ! She cried.

- What’s wrong, my love ? You asked. Did you have a nightmare ?

- I heard you scream ! I’m scared…

You threw a glance at Marshall who was trying to hide a smirk. You never realised you could be this loud.

- It’s alright, you said as you walked to them and kissed her head. Everything’s fine, baby.

- Why did you scream, mommy ? She asked nervously.

- I was… scared, you said, trying to come up with a quick excuse.

- Of what ?

- Of the monster under the bed, Marshall tentatively explained. But don’t worry, I got rid of him.

She looked anxiously at her Dad, who have her a reassuring smile. The mark your teeth had left on his shoulder caught her eye and she looked at him anxiously.

- Did the monster bite you ?! She asked.

- What ? Oh uh… yeah, he said. I had to wrestle him. Scratched my chest too. But you should see him. He looks worse.

You let out a giggle. Thank God for his brain and quick thinking. Your daughter looked at you.

- Are you alright Mommy ? Did the monster bite you too ? She asked nervously.

- He didn’t, you said reassuringly. Thank God for your Dad. He’s a hero.

- I am a hero, Marshall said proudly.

Lily hugged him tighter and gave him a peck on the cheek.

- Thank you for saving my Mommy from the monster, she said. I’m proud of you, Daddy.

- Of course, he said with a big smile. I’ll never let anything happen to Mommy, or to you, or your sisters.

- Mommy… did the Monster pee on your bed ? Lily suddenly asked.

Marshall and you glanced at the bed. There was a huge wet spot, caused by a mix of squirt and sweat. You couldn’t help but blush. You might have had your most powerful orgasm ever, tonight, but you were definitely paying for it. You were absolutely mortified, while Marshall was trying really hard not to cry from laughter.

- I guess he did, you said sheepishly. That’s how scary Dad is.

- Why don’t we go downstairs for some water ? Marshall asked Lily. So that Mommy can sort the mess the monster made in bed.

- Yes, you do that and I’ll join you, you said.

- You should also open your window, Mommy. The monster stinks, Lily pointed out.

She wasn’t wrong. The room reeked of smells typical of sex : sweat, squirt, pheromones and God knows what else. Marshall chuckled and winked at you before carrying her downstairs. You opened your bedroom window and changed the bedsheets. When you joined them in the kitchen, they were eating ice cream. You frowned, as they both knew what you thought of having sugary snacks before bed.

- We’re having a celebration, Marshall grinned. We’re celebrating the defeat of the scary monster under the bed.

- Oh, you giggled. In that case, I won’t say anything.

Lily was sitting on Marshall’s lap. She still seemed a little freaked out. He talked to her reassuringly as she asked some questions.

- I don’t want to go back to bed, she whined. What if the monster comes back ?

- I beat him real bad, you know ? He pointed out. I don’t think he will be bad anytime soon.

- What if his family comes back for revenge ? She asked nervously.

- I’ll wrestle each and everyone of them, he said. Come, I’ll tuck you in.

As he carried her up the stairs, she started hiccuping again. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Her cries were heartbreaking. You were a little mad at yourself for scaring her with your screams. You joined and hugged the two of them.

- Can I sleep with you tonight ? She asked.

- Of course, you said. But just for tonight, ok ?

The three of you settled in bed and you were ready to turn the lights out when she started asking about the scary monster again. Both you and your husband kept on trying to reassure her but it didn’t seem to work too well. Marshall sighed and got up. You wondered what he was up to, but you quickly understood as he came back with his huge lightsaber replica from Star Wars, which served as decor in his home office that also doubled as a man cave.

- I thought it was not supposed to be taken from the wall ? Lily pointed out.

- Yeah… except in case of monsters, duh, Marshall replied with a grin. If anyone comes in here, I promise you they won’t last long.

Your little girl nodded and settled between you and Marshall. You kissed her forehead as she held your hand tightly. Your husband smiled at you and mouthed « I love you » before turning the lights off.

In the morning, everything was back to normal, though Lily still mentioned the monster. You weren’t too sure how to deal with it and you were a bit scared you had unlocked a new trauma… you were anxiously staring at Marshall, who proved (once again) to be a quick thinker and the real genius in the house.

- How about we call Lainie and ask her if you can have a sleepover at her house tonight ? He asked Lily.

- Why ? She asked.

- Well, I think Mommy and I should check the whole house for monsters tonight, he said as he winked at you. Just in case, you know ?

Author’s Note : I hope you enjoyed this short story ❤️. I really like writing with these characters (I think Marshall and Lily are so cute) so if you have any requests for them, please keep them coming 💖.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #recovery fanfiction #marshall mathers imagine #eminem headcanons #eminem smut

[freimeka]

am i the only one who's about to explode by thinking of a bodyguard ghost??? like he's... extremely on another level please help me !! i actually hate this and might delete this pls forgive any mistakes ans typos it's 3am . i feel like i forgot some tws and tags but oh well idc

★ obv bodyguard!ghost + pwp + just unholy thoughts + descriptions of masturbating + very brief mention of idk just a heated argument + ghost is kinda voyeur here

You have no idea how the two of you ended up like this. You clearly remember that you were screaming at Ghost's face. The reason was something completely dumb...like, he probably insulted one of your friends and you just exploded. You've been feeling on the edge because of him for the last week now—you cannot even count the times that your hand, completely out of your control, has traveled down on your body once you were alone to touch yourself.

As you think of him.

That fucker.

Ghost can easily get under your skin without even trying, it's like a love-hate relationship. You've known him for many long years—he has always been right there, next to you whenever you turn your head around to see him. He's protected you, spoiled you maybe even more than your parents did. Well, there have also been countless times that he annoyed you so much that you just wanted to slap him across his face but you just let them pass. You're used to Ghost, and he's used to you.

You should be mad at him now, your body should be on fire just by how angry you're at him but... your hand keeps traveling down on your body. You get comfortable on your bed, letting your body meet with the soft mattress as your legs immediately spread apart as if on autopilot mode. One of your hands easily travels underneath your shirt to touch your perked nipples, your fingertips pinching them just to feel a bit more. Your other hand slips past your soaked panties, and you realize that you're embarrassingly wet—with every move of your fingers you can hear a slick sound that's faint, yet loud enough to echo in your empty room.

You throw your head back when your trembling fingers start to rub circles against your clit, gathering the wetness and spreading it all over to make it easier for you to move your fingers in circles. Your eyes are shut, and you feel yourself taking short and erratic breaths as your fingers keep rubbing circles. No matter how you do or what you do, the mere idea of being stretched by Ghost's cock just doesn't leave your mind. Your fingers don't feel thick enough, they don't reach the parts that you want them to reach—and that's getting frustrating. You're usually so careful about being quiet in order not to get caught, but the feeling is overwhelming; you think that you might cry. That's why a soft, yet a bit louder than ever whine falls from your lips. You don't think that it's dangerous because everyone except Ghost is outside, your parents work long hours and that's why Ghost has become a babysitter as well as a bodyguard—that's what he says, but you know that he's trying to annoy you.

Since you two have argued like fifteen minutes ago, and his mad and hoarse voice somehow made you wet, Ghost must be outside on the balcony. He's probably smoking.

Right?

You feel your bed being crushed down under someone else's weight, and you want to open your eyes but the scent is all too familiar. And you feel like you're about to explode from embarrassment. Ghost rests his hands on your bare thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin with such gentleness that you struggle to hold back a whimper. It's a small touch— it's obvious that he's testing the waters first.

"You're making it hard to be around you," you hear him whispering, his voice is dangerously low. You finally decide to open your eyes, to see him without his damn mask and he's already looking up at you. However, he breaks the eye contact as soon as you look back at him—he's now looking at your thighs, his lips touch your inner thigh as he speaks. "But you're also making it hard not to be around you."

You can't believe he's admitting it.

"Please—Ghost, I—," you barely whisper, your voice is shaky as your fingertips burn to feel Ghost's soft hair. "I'm... I just," it's impossible for you to explain yourself, but then again you don't have to do it since everything's pretty clear. Ghost is breathing so heavily against the skin of your inner thigh, and he's not done—for fuck's sakez he's not even started yet. Ghost's hands skillfully reach down to your sides, and he drags you against him to make you feel just how much he wants you. You hear the sounds of fabric as your body is pulled down on the bed, you're almost at the edge of the bed now while Ghost is kneeling down in front of you. He doesn't speak for a while, and you feel yourself get even more stressed. It's obvious that he has no problems with what you've been doing, but damn it, say something.

"You're perfect," he hisses, he sounds almost out of breath as he whispers against your skin. You feel him pulling your panties up, letting the already soaked fabric cover your wet pussy again. "You're so perfect."

And that's probably all you need to hear, you're way too gone, too overwhelmed to care about the consequences. You can worry about them later, but you know that this is mutual, and he wants you as much as you want him. He kisses you, it's a gentle peck on the lips first. But then, he gets harder and harder, pushing you back against the bed and holding onto your hips tighter— and you realize that he's making you think about only how badly you want him inside you. The way his big, calloused hands are touching your bare thighs, the way his kisses are getting more and more intense... He's getting you to feel hot enough to make you melt in his presence.

"I was waiting for the fun part to come," he breathes out, "But you take damn too long."

There's a moment of silence.

"I can help you with that."

You make a sound like a whine, like a soft cry of pleasure—all of those anxious thoughts that say you've embarrassed yourself are gone in a minute. Your body aches, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster just by the thought of Ghost finally filling you up to the brim.

He leans in, his broad shoulders are enough to make you disappear under his body as he presses his lips against yours desperately. There's something almost feral in the way he kisses you, as if he's even more impatient than you are. As if he's been waiting for this to happen for a long time.

Ghost's breath grows more and more desperate as the two of you kiss; his tongue licking into your mouth as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, your bodies are pressed against each other as much as they can. The feeling of him rubbing circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties drives you crazy and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs. You need to feel him, somehow; it doesn't matter if he pushes his fingers or decides that he can pound into you, you just need him. Not through the damn panties, you need to get rid of them.

He's kissing you fiercely now, his tongue tasting your lips and then sliding inside your mouth greedily. His hands are working on your trembling body, touching your pussy through the fabric; you feel like crying, he should take it off.

"This feels so good," Ghost says, his voice is deep and it feels like he's speaking in your head. "Doesn't it? Don't you think that I can do a better job of filling up that cunt?" Ghost asks, and you know that he's taunting you—but you can't stay under that now, can you?

"Take them off," you breathlessly whimper, it's something like both a beg and a demand—Ghost can take whatever suits him. "Please, just take them off."

Ghost lets out a groan, and it's clear that hearing what you just ask him to do is driving him insane. If he was desperate to kiss you before, he's desperate to make you bury your face into the damn pillow and pound into you until your pussy remembers the shape of his dick.

"You're so wet," he chuckles deep in his throat, staring down at you for a moment as if he's trying to gather himself before he gives you what you want.

"I should keep your panties with me, you know," he lets out a deep sigh as his fingers hook around your panties and pull them down slowly but surely. As he keeps talking to you, his voice lowers. "You're not the only desperate one here."

He finally pushes a finger in, letting your walls stretch slightly to the feeling of his thick index finger—but you still feel like that's not thick enough. You're greedy when it comes to him. Your moans turn into whines as he adds the second, and the thirs finger without any prior warning. He's moving his hand quite fast now, causing your legs to tremble as your fingers wrap around his thick biceps—all you can do is cry out, whines and whimpers and string of curses fall from your lips as Ghost toys with you. Your body tenses up when his hand starts to move a bit faster, his fingers curling inside you until he finds a spot that will have you begging for more. He succeeds, and it causes your walls to get tighter around his fingers.

"Do that again for me," he mumbles against your mouth, breathlessly. "Do that again for me when I'm inside you, baby."

"It would be such a disgrace if I never tried to make you feel good," he whispers. His breath is hot against your neck. "But look at you... what happened to that fierce girl? All I'm seeing is an obedient little girl, my sweet girl, who's already getting dumb without being filled up properly."

"Oh, I hate you," you reply, your voice is low and filled with desperation as you wet your lips with your tongue. The more Ghost makes you wait, the more you feel like crying.

"Of course, you do," he replies, his voice is full of sarcasm. "That's why you're dying to get your pussy filled by me, correct? You're lucky that you're not the only one who does this," as Ghost speaks, you feel him moving around—and soon after the sound of his belt coming undone is heard. He doesn't even bother to get rid of his clothes properly, he just pushes his trousers down before he pushes your shirt above just a bit to indicate that he wants you to take it off.

Who are you to say no?

Your trembling fingers grab the hem of your t-shirt and you take it off with one swift motion, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor.

You're way beyond gone at this point, your mind is empty, so no words come out from your mouth. You feel Ghost pulling you closer to himself on the bed. He's resting his knees on the edge of the bed as leverage while holding you by your thighs and making you spread your legs as much as you can. He's always wanted to touch you, fill you up, and the way you're looking at him through your heavy-lidded eyes is making it even harder for him to resist you.

"You know," he murmurs, "I would imagine us all over the place— my room, the backseat of cars or a damn parking lot, some closet, bending you over any surface that I find as soon as we step back in the house." His voice is thick with lust, it's like he's ready to devour you, consume you until there's nothing left of you. "I imagined you in my lap, your legs open for me, and..."

Ghost doesn't finish his sentence and instead, he finally gives you what you've been craving all along. He's big and thick, and the moment you feel the tip of his cock pushing inside you let out a soft yelp—Ghost is slow until he's fully in you, and just as you think that he'll give you some time to adjust to his size, he mercilessly thrusting. Sharp and powerful, almost abusing your cunt as his big hands spread your pussy even more just for his hungry gaze.

"I always felt like I was going to explode." You can hear him grunting, letting out low and deep sounds of pleasure as he mercilessly fucks into you. Your body moves up and down on the bed, putting on a show for Ghost that'll just drive him insane with how you look. He leans in, and his tongue licks hot stripes all over your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it, his teeth gently and teasingly bite into it just to see your reaction. Every time you're slightly overwhelmed and sensitive, your walls clamp around his cock, making Ghost let out a string of curses as his grip on you tightens more and more.

He wraps his arms around your waist, gently rolling over to let you lie on top of him—his body presses into the mattress. You find yourself sitting on top of his body, his arms wrapped around you and his face in between your breasts. "Ride me," he whispers. "I wanna come inside you like this," and he's so, so cruel—how can he talk to you like that when he knows you're so, so, so sensitive. You whine, your arms tightly wrap around his neck as you start to do as you're told; but you're so close, so, so, so close that your movements become sloppier and messier.

"Can't," you gulp. "I can't, Ghost—," your words are breathless and low, your vision is blurry as you come all over his cock without even having the chance of letting him know. But that's Ghost, and Ghost knows you very well. He knows you better than you know yourself. "Yes, sweetheart," he whispers against your chest. "Go ahead, show me how you do it. I promise I'll make you feel even better than this."

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[reilleclan-blog]

So errmmm apparently Neil is a Zionist which I'm being honest when I say this. I don't pay attention to actors or actresses or ppl that are part of development teams unless it's something I'm super fixated on. Like cyberpunk and cowboy bebop and naruto shit like that. So i didn't know that the Neil dude was a Zionist I didn't even know his name until a couple days ago cause ppl were talking about him saying something about Ai.

So I started reading on the comparison of tlou and Israel conflict and idk it kinda grosses me out that a story about revenge and change and identity , had something to do with "Israel vs Palestine" tbh . (Yes I'm gonna sound uneducated) but I didn't know shit about why Israel and Palestine were constantly going at it but it seems like Israel are just being blood thirsty bullies. (I really only started hearing about it just recently ) but yeah I'm ngl I'm kinda confused why was that the "inspiration"

I understand not Neil is the only person helping out when making the story but he was the back bone of it all. And idk I feel so weirded out lol. I didn't get a hint of Israel politics (prob cause I don't know shit about it ) but there's political stuff in everything and everywhere but yeah I'm so confused but then again he's a Zionist so ig it makes sense it's in his work. .. damn idk if I want part 3 anymore lol

So I just read the article I see the perspectives a lot. And I said this while I was playing thru the game but them explicitly letting the audience know Dina is Jewish was a choice. And most times when something explicitly says "this person is Jewish" idk it's usually for some weird reason. The article talks about "Jewish ppl surviving" and idk (dude bare with me it's 2am and I sped run thru the article I know I'm not writing a essay) some other stuff like they talk "oh this is an issue" but don't talk about a relative solution of the problems "the cycle of revenge" but why is revenge so powerful.

In the article Neil says something about "universal hate" and i genuinely don't think that exists I GENUINELY don't believe that. It takes zero effort to love and care for someone but to hate someone b/c "hate is universal" .. sounds a bit white supremest im ngl. B/c if someone justifies enslaving another person because of their skin color or b/c of their religion.. or being different in general .. u sound insane. So yes Tlou2 has Israel and Palestine propaganda. Ngl I hate those type of fans that just deny everything just b/c it's not explicitly said. There's a ton of evidence to back up the claims in the first place. AND AGAIN U CAN LIKE SOMETHING BUT ALSO GIVE CRITICISM ON SAID MEDIA . U DONT HAVE TO BLINDLY LIKE SOMETHING(but honestly most ppl wait for some random white dude to say the same fucking thing then somehow everyone starts agreeing lol) after finding that out tho it kinda makes my tummy feel icky inside. If Ellie and Abby were two white dudes I wonder if I'd have enjoyed the story as much lul

The article "not so hidden Israel politics of tlou2" from vice

I feel like I still have more to say about the game but this is it for now. And do not come at me sideways about this fucking game I will block u idc I hate annoying fanboys that dickride everything and hate different perspectives

#virtual photography #tlou2 #ellie tlou #the last of us

[xxwhiskeyxx]

WHISKEYYYY

I came up with a story idea that made me tear up

Angst/fluff with Aether and Ghoul!reader(afab or gn, idc) if you're OK with that

Basically reader and aether were married in a past life, they died tragically by one another's sides before being born again as ghouls in the pit

Now they have a rivalry going on until aether recognizes readers singing

Angst

Fluff

AUQGWGQGWGWG

(This totally wasn't based off that one scene from how to train your dragon two with stoic and valka)

BUT LIKE-

Hello, my dear Tree, I apologize for this taking so long. Life has been a bitch and I just finally found the time and motivation to complete your request!

I loved this concept. I'm not sure if I got all the angst you wanted but I didn't want this to be 3 days long like a lot of my fics tend to be. Now I did include the song you were talking about because I absolutely adore it!

Basically, Aether and YN were Vikings in the 1500s, married with some rugrats. How they died is up to you, but I personally think they died trying to save the other

Listen to this when you get to the singing part!

-Love Whiskey <3

‘This is the last fucking straw, that little imp of a Multi has gotten on my last nerve and they’re gonna learn not to mess with my guitar!’ Aether thought as he stormed through the abbey in search of his victim. 

Mirage, the newest summon to the band, brought forth from the Pit to be a backstage roadie and as a possible stand-in for one of the band ghouls if the need comes to light. But while everyone else in the band had fallen in love with the spritely little ghoul, even the ever-grumpy Dewdrop had succumbed to their charms and become their best friend. It seemed to be their life’s mission to make Aether’s life a living hell. Constantly hiding his picks, Bluetooth amp cord, helmet, left shoes, stealing food he had placed in the fridge to eat later, and had even marked with his name, his spot at the table that he had always sat at since even during Terzo’s time, and other irritable actions that left the large ghoul reeling and annoyed. 

Today though, Mirage had gone a step too far. On a dare from Swiss, they had messed with the tuning on Aether’s guitar, turning them every which direction but had ended up accidentally leaving his E string so tight that the moment he tried to fix it, it snapped and then the Quint ghoul had to spend 15 minutes finding new strings and restringing his guitar then finish tuning his guitar while the others played without him. Mirage, sensing they fucked up when they heard the deep snarl of annoyance from the stage, had slinked out of the practise room as soon as possible and is currently hiding with a plan to wait out Aether’s rage before apologizing. 

Stomping into the common room, he spots Swiss lounging nonchalantly on the couch with a purring Rain in his lap, watching some random tv show about fish. “Where are they?” Aether huffs, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Swiss doesn’t even look at him, “Who?” he asks boredly, scratching between Rain’s horns. Aether gives a low growl, “You know damn well who I am looking for?” Swiss groans, pausing the tv show to Rain’s discretion, “If you mean Miri because they messed with your guitar and made it pop, then no. I’m telling you because you’re just gonna go yell at them over a mistake. If you’re gonna yell at someone, yell at me because I’m the one who dared them to do it. They only twisted it twice. We didn’t realize you had it that tight to begin with” he defends the younger ghoul, tired of seeing Aether and them bicker.

Ever since they had been summoned, the little Multi was a flirty trickster just like Swiss and had seemed to have developed a little crush on Aether. That’s why they pranked and teased him so much. But for whatever reason, Aether always was ticked off by the little ghoul for whatever reason and it usually ended with Mirage getting reprimanded or yelled at by the older ghoul. 

Aether rolls his eyes, “You know damn well that little imp is always messing with me, this was a step too far. Sitting in my seat and stealing my shoes is one thing, this interfered with practice! You know how Copia gets when we have to sit out for any amount of time, he got upset with me until I told him what had happened, he’s the one who told me to find Mirage. Now, tell me where the fuck they are before I hide your vape and pods” Swiss’ eyes widen, Aether was serious about that, the last time this happened he lost them for 2 months and had bought a new one when Aether had dropped his old one on the table in front of him; all because he had teased him in front of the audience at a Ritual.

Swiss huffs, “Fine, they're in that little practice room that Mountain uses to practice. Just leave my shit alone” Aether nods, beginning to storm down the hallway when Rain calls after him, “Hey Aeth,” the large ghoul turns and raises a brow, “Please don’t yell at them, they really didn’t mean too…They hate when you yell at them, it makes them cry'' the Water ghoul’s request makes his widen. Aether never realized that whenever he would scold them that it would make them cry, they always seemed so uncaring and nonchalant. The rhythm guitarist sighs, “I won’t yell…but I am still gonna give them a punishment” he says and with that, he is heading down the hallway towards where the little practice room Mountain will sometimes spend his nights in if he can’t sleep.

As he gets near the room, he realizes that they didn’t fully close the door because he can hear something musical, but when he gets closer he begins to make out words

“...ride the waves of life

If you will marry me

No scorching sun

Nor freezing cold

Will stop me on my journey

If you will promise me your heart

And love me for eternity…”

It feels like his heart stops beating in his chest. Aether had not heard that song since he was human. His spouse during that stage of his existence would sing that to him all the time, to their children, they would perform it together at social gatherings where he’d play a guitar and they’d sing it as a duet. They had made it up specifically for him after they had met during a siege of their village and different aspects of how their relationship until proposing to him with it

Creeping closer, he feels tears welling in his eyes as he sees the little Multi singing and dancing with their eyes closed,

“My dearest one, my darling dear,

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need of mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me!”

They begin to spin slowly in a circle and as his part comes up, they deepen their voice comically and it almost sounds like…oh, they're mimicking his voice?

“But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (Oh would you)

And I would keep you from all harm!

If you would stay beside me!”

Turning and acting as if lecturing someone, the smile on their face grows, 

“I have no use for rings of gold,

I care not for your poetry,

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me!

To love, to kiss!

To sweetly hold!”

They begin to spin faster as they speed up the words, 

“For the dancing and the dreaming!

Through all life's sorrows and delights!

I'd keep your love beside me!

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

With ne'er a fear of drowning,

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you will marry me!”

They hold out the last note until he can’t stand it anymore and opens the door. Jumping, they stare at him for a moment before they immediately launch into apologies as he slowly walks towards them, “Oh, Aether, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make your string pop, I didn’t realize it was that tight. I am so sorry, I swear, I’ll buy you enough bananas to last three human lifetimes. Just do-” they’re cut off when he yanks them into a hug. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you..” he whispers, shoulders shuddering as he releases the tears he had been holding. “Wha..what do you mean Aeth? You didn’t know me in the pi-” Aether cups their face and places his thumb over their lips, just as he used to in their human life, but then he’d finish it with a kiss over his thumb. “I know it’s you, (Y/N)...you were singing our song” he whispers

Mirage stares at him, or well as he knows them, (Y/N), “I…you remember me?” they ask, voice shaking as if they’re also on the verge of tears. He nods, “I..I would think of you late at night and when I was in the Pit. I convinced myself that such a wonderful creature like you would never end up there like me but…here you are. I just, didn’t recognize you…I’m sorry” he whispers

Indeed, their formerly (H/C) locks turned (Whatever color you want) and their (E/C) had become rose gold with a hint of a metallic sheen of the former color surrounding the iris. “Yeah…after we…died, I thought that’s where I belonged because of what happened. So that’s where I ended up” They shrug. Taking a deep breath, “I am so sorry for being so hard on you…you would just..it reminded me of you and it pissed me off because I missed you so badly and it felt as if the dark lord was toying with me. Can you ever forgive me” he whispers, cupping their cheeks and leaning their foreheads together

Smiling, (Y/N) cups his own and presses their lips to their husband’s. it was a kiss filled with all of the longing, love, affection, and need that had accumulated over the years. Clinging to one another as if they would be ripped away if they let up for even a moment, Aether lifts them and wraps their legs tightly around his waist so they can be closer together

After a few minutes, (Y/N) pulls away, the Quint ghoul whining and trying to follow but is shushed by the same move he had done on them earlier, this time including the kiss and that shit-eating grin he loves so much, “Does that answer your question?” 

#whiskey's burbling barrel #aether x reader #aether ghoul #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost band x reader #rivals to lovers #they were married before dammit! #Aether my nanner boy #gender neautral reader #barely any use of yn

[cfr749]

I agree with your disappointment re: A whole ass season without a single heated kiss, make out, or love scene. But it got me thinking of past romantic scenes of Tim and Lucy and them with their other partners and while Lucy has had some steamy moments with Tim, Emmet, and even Nolan (blech), Tim’s romantic moments are all really G/PG rated. I think the steamiest it gets for him is the end of 5x12, otherwise everything is innuendo or implications (unless I’m blanking on some past episodes, I haven’t done a rewatch in a long time). Makes me wonder if this is an actor reason.

Hi anon -

Thanks for the ask! As per usual, this response is way beyond what you asked for because I must include everything tangential thought I have on this topic 😂

To start, I’m just gonna be honest and say I’m not someone who’s comfortable speculating about the actors on this topic. I’m not gonna presume to know anything about what the actors themselves are thinking or feeling.

(And, to be clear, I’m not suggesting that’s what you were doing, this is just in reference to general fandom discourse on this topic).

I am going to presume they are professionals capable of doing their jobs, which generally includes performing scenes involving things like physical intimacy, romance, and sex, the same way I would with any other actor on prime time TV.

To more directly address your point, though, Eric has done tons of steamy scenes in his career (Witches of East End, Rosewood, Secrets and Lies just to name a few).

But for this show specifically, even something with the same energy as the airplane kiss or the scene we got with Rachel and Tim in bed would have been miles beyond what they delivered (in reference to the entire season, not specifically the finale).

IMO, the show as a whole feels pretty prudish and juvenile when it comes to sex and intimacy across the board.

Beyond just wanting to see Chenford bang 😂, my main issue is the fact that they (the people behind the show) don’t seem to be comfortable with physical intimacy beyond innuendo and crass sexual references, which makes me uncomfortable when I watch.

To the point that I’d rather they just not go there at all if they aren’t going to back it up with anything. Let them all be virgins waiting for prom night or celibate idc 🤷🏽‍♀️😂

Again, just my personal opinion. Obviously plenty of people seem to love stuff like the “freak in the sheets” comment. It’s just not for me.

Is it the end of the world? No.

Do I find it annoying and does it make me ship Chenford a little less because it gives me the ick? Yes.

All that to say, ultimately, I don’t view it as an issue specific to Chenford, Melissa, or Eric. I view it as an issue specific to The Rookie.

#the rookie #Chenford #my asks #see Lana ramble

[simpingcowboy]

Un Millón de Primaveras//A Million Springs

Pairing: Pero Tovar x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, ambiguous Spanish speaker don't worry translations are provided, reader runs an innn

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Yearning! Softness!! Kinda enemies to lovers??? Stalkerish tendencies, mentions of people drinking, Pero being annoying and weird

Summary: Since his first day at your inn, Pero Tovar has dutifully followed you without either of you knowing why.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!!! Enjoy Pero and reader both not knowing how to deal with their feelings. Can y'all tell I like making songs into fics lol? I am not super great at Spanish so if any of this is wrong please don't be afraid to correct me I am well aware that Pero is a Spaniard idc he loves Vicente Fernández. Ranchero music sLAPS

Everyday.

Everyday.

Everyday since Pero had arrived at your inn, he'd been following your every move.

Stalking you in the kitchen.

Watching as you swept the main hall.

Peering over your shoulder from the front desk.

Even doing his morning sparring routine off the side of your cabin, waiting to see you first thing in the morning.

All of this and yet, Pero had barely spoken to you. Most of his communication came in grunts and nods. His silence drowned out by his companion, William's, sweet talk and polite conversation.

It hadn't always been like this. It started slowly. The first few days upon their arrival you'd discovered the mercenary lurking outside the kitchen before meal time. Glaring up at you through the service window, barely out of view. You'd only noticed him as you moved to set out dishes. He catches you off guard, almost making you drop the bowls you held.

"Oh Pero! You know food will not be served for another hour, right?"

"Yes, I know." He said in his usual monotone tone. His glance shifts to the dishes you've set on the counter. He takes a bowl in hand. "I will wait."

You shrugged it off trying to rationalize his odd behavior. Pero was usually first in line anyways…and always came back for seconds when available. Maybe life as a mercenary had made him weary of eating food he had not seen be prepared. Maybe he really was just that eager to eat your cooking. It could be plenty of things you suppose. As long as he kept out of your way, you could live with it.

And then- you'd noticed him taking a peak at you at the front desk. You were sitting at the desk, doing some bookkeeping when a creaky floorboard alerted you to someone approaching the desk. When you looked up, Pero, wide eyed and silent, stood a couple feet off the desk.

"Pero, can I help you with something?"

His right hand fidgets at his side. "No." He says solemnly.

"A-are you sure?" You ask curiously, unsure of why he'd be here if he didn't need anything. He still had another month paid for so he needn't worry about that.

He responds with a grunt and a nod, "Mmm."

"Okay…well I'm here if you need me."

He nods again before turning on his heels and settling over on a chair in the far corner of the lobby. Pero simply sat, busying himself with cleaning his weapons. Every couple minutes you'd caught him staring up at you. He remained there until the end of the day, waiting to see you off. You wished him a goodnight as you stepped out to return to your cabin for the night. Even as you turned back to look at the inn, you swore you saw Pero's silhouette watching you through the window.

After that night, you decided to ask William a bit more about Pero. Eager to get some answers about this strange man. You tried not to make much of a habit of bothering guests, but this was a more than reasonable exception. You managed to catch him alone when Pero went off to the bathhouse.

"William? I'm sorry to bother you, but may I ask you a question or two?"

He offers you a bright smile in turn. "Of course! How may I be of assistance?"

"It's about Pero."

The blonde man chuckles when you mention Pero's name. "Is he causing you trouble?"

"Not exactly, he's just been…around alot. Around me alot to be exact. I was just wondering if I've offended him or anything? If you know?"

William flashes you a slightly mischievous grin. "Offended? Oh no not at all. In fact, I'd say he's rather fond of you!"

"Fond?" You repeat.

He nods "Very fond."

It continued on through the weeks. You'd slowly grown accustomed to Pero's silent presence. Making use of him once or twice a week to help around the inn. Putting his body to work to help clear the snow, or set the dining hall for more formal dinners. If he was going to be in your way, the least he could do was help out a bit. You'd learned more about him. Learned the most whenever you watched him work.

Pero was a quiet man, this was certain. His strengths are not so much in his tongue. Nor charm. Nor sensibility. No- that was where his partner shone. Pero's qualities were not so surface level. It took a bit of pressure to reveal his best qualities. The first you noticed, grace.

Though he trudged through the house with all the elegance of a drunken fool, when given a task he moved so beautifully. Reorganizing furniture as if it were the sole key to your heart. With total care and efficiency. You saw it in his sparring too. Pero had absolute control of his body, and welded his weapon with an unimaginable ease. You'd learned he was once a bull fighter. Though it was obvious by his tone, he did not care much to discuss it.

Secondly, you saw more of his character. How noble he was. "A sellsword with morals!" William had laughed at you when you said as much. But it was true. Pero would steal, yes. Fight, often. Even kill, for the right price. Yet through it, he'd maintained his empathy. His honor. You'd seen him stand up to brutish figures who'd picked on those weaker than themselves. Witnessed him aid a child who was lost late at night wandering the halls. Pero Tovar was not a good man…but certainly not a bad one either.

The last quality you grew to admire had appeared rather abruptly on a cold winter morning. You and Pero had grown into quite the routine. Every morning long before the other guests had awoken, Pero would be waiting patiently at the door for your arrival. Greeting you with a silent nod as you entered. You did your usual opening tasks at the Inn, before settling in and making your cup of coffee. Which had since grown to two cups of coffee. You rounded the kitchen, two mugs in hand, to sit with Pero by the fire when the strangest thing happened.

In the soft light of the fire, Pero's eyes looked so bright…so warm, so inviting. Suddenly, you wondered how his nose would feel nuzzling against yours, how his arms would feel wrapped around you. An urge awoke to sit in his lap, and play with the loose ties of his undershirt. Even the menacing scar he wore on his eye transformed into the perfect line to run your kisses across.

"Coffee." He grumbles, turning his face to you.

"Hmm?" You respond, snapping out of your day dream.

Pero sniffs the air, "You have our coffee, no?"

"I-I yes! Yes, I do." Your words stumble over the butterflies in your stomach. You jolted over to his side handing him his cup before taking your place next to him.

He silently takes a sip. "It's good."

"Thank you…" you murmur.

You realize, Pero Tovar is so handsome.

So yes, you'd grown well accustomed to his presence…maybe even enjoyed having Pero around on occasion. Perhaps you even missed him on the days he and William would go to town to do some work. Maybe you missed him even more when he would be away for a day or two, no doubt working to earn more coin in preparation to leave come Spring. Only in the quiet moments without him by your side did you think it was not so bad to have him around. Maybe you even silently wished Pero would stay by your side.

But what were you to say to the ill-tempered Spaniard…Tales of affection and romance? Admit your feelings and make a mockery of yourself; of your business? So, you remained silent. Willing the loneliness away that came without Pero. Remembering that come Spring, he will leave and you'd likely never meet again.

The last couple days had been excruciating. Several things in the inn had broken and needed repair. Some drunken guests had made a mess of the dining hall. The incessant snowfall meant continual clearing of both walkways and entrances. Not to mention the need for extra firewood. The last snowfall of the year was typically heavy and this year was certain not to disappoint. Though you knew it best to keep your mind on your tasks, your mind betrayed you with thoughts of Pero instead.

William had taken Pero off to town to be bodyguards for some state officials who'd come to visit. Right now you envision Pero in his armor, glaring menacingly at an empty hallway guarding the statesmen while they slept. Huffing his annoyance out at William for making them take this job. The vision makes you smile. You can't imagine he was in a good mood for the trip, considering how he left that morning.

"You will be okay?" He asked quietly as he saddled his horse.

"Yes, Pero I'll be fine." You roll your eyes at his sudden protective streak.

His dark brown eyes find yours "You do not need more wood or-"

"Pero!" Called William, already mounted on his horse. "Come on! You're gonna make us late!"

Pero shoots the blonde man a glare before turning back to you. "Take care, Girasol…" he sends you off with a nod before mounting his horse. "I will be back!"

That was four days ago…this was the longest you'd gone without him. It was beginning to feel like a lifetime. Silently you wondered, how you would ever survive Spring without him.

But for now, the snow fell. And the world was still cold. So you rest. Perched on a chair outside, overlooking the snowy forest surrounding your home. Letting your body sink into the padded chair. A February breeze sends chills up your spine with each low whisper. The rustling of the pine trees play their dashing melody. The air is seasoned with the first of Spring's pollen. You think maybe the first of the animals has awoken from their slumber, as the soft crunch of snow is heard. You smile for the first time in days. Finally free of the heavy burden these past days had presented you with.

He watches in admiration…catching glimpses of you from around the bend of your home, not wanting to frighten you. As soon as Pero had returned from his job, he came to find you. Wanting to asure to himself that you had been just fine without him, as you'd need to be soon when he was gone. Pero finds himself smiling at your cheerfulness. He feels at home.

The dark of night quickly catches up to you. A yawn escaping from your throat. As you turn your head to stretch you see him.

"Pero!" You screamed at the unexpected intrusion, causing you to jump out from your chair.

The mercenary steps out from the shadows into your view, hands held high. "Mira, it's okay mi coraz-"

You snap. The stress finally breaks you down, "Why do you always do that?"

Pero stood up straight when you yelled at him, a dumbstruck look on his face. "Do what?"

"Follow me everywhere. You're always watching me! You don't think maybe I would like a second with you not breathing down my neck, huh?"

Pero is quiet for a moment, eyes flicker between your eyes and the floor. "I- ¿Te molesta?" He asks, his voice sounding much softer than usual. "It bothers you?"

For just a moment, you feel a bit guilty. Seeing the big scary mercenary be humbled so quickly. "I well, only sometimes."

"I am sorry. I will go." Pero goes to turn on his heels back to the inn, head hanging down.

"W-why?" You manage to squeak out.

"¿Qué?" Pero turns his head back to you, slowly shifting his body back around.

"Why do you always follow me? I asked William and he said well…I haven't done something wrong have I?"

Pero's usual scowls scrunches up more into a look of annoyance. "No."

"Then why?"

Why? Why? Why? Pero thinks to himself. It's the same question he's asked himself everyday since arriving. Why do you make his brain go all blurry? Why does he have such an incessant urge to be near you every moment of the day? Why does he pray that Spring never comes?

And no answer came. At first he felt suspicious of you. His instincts telling him you were something nefarious. So he watched. Watched and watched. His permanent scowl matched with squinted eyes as he observed you. And nothing. You were not the evil innkeep his mind had made you out to be. No. You far exceeded his suspicions of you.

As he watched you work he learned just how incredible you were. Strong. Kind. Reasonable. Respectable. Pero watched in awe at the way you handled the inn and kept everything running smoothly. You were serious like him, but equipped with more than enough pleasantries about you to not frighten off every patron that came through your door. Far from the evil he once believed you to be.

It wasn't until that first cup of coffee he really understood. Pero lingered out by the front desk, keeping an eye out for you as you did your morning tasks. Dark eyes quickly fixate on you as you remerge from the backroom. Two cups of coffee in hand instead of your usual one.

"Pero, if you're gonna get up with me you might as well have some coffee." You say, sliding one mug towards him. You'd noted the grimace on his face at the offering. "Are you alright?"

Pero froze. No, he was not alright. The warm bright smell of coffee hitting him like a train. And his stomach flips again, as it did the first time he laid eyes on you. And finally he understands. His body did not react to you with distrust, but with desire. All at once, Pero Tovar's world fell apart.

The question swirls again in his mind, "Why do you follow me?" It was simple. Because you were far more than he'd ever seen before. More great than the royals of the Spanish court. More beautiful than the ocean shores. Stronger than any bull he'd slain. Kinder than any nurse who'd tended to him. Worth more than any coin. Rarer than black power. He followed you, because there was no greater honor than serving at your side.

He huffs, averting your gaze, eyes shifting around the blank snow. Mind racking with how to explain himself. Searching for those perfect fairytale romance words that always won the prince the heart of their beloved. But all Pero can muster is, "Solo falta un millón de Primaveras…" muttered under his breath.

Only a million Springs

"What was that?"

"Only a million Springs." He repeats in English. Dark brown eyes matching your gaze, a look of wonder captivating him. As he looks upon you, his words and his world falls back into place. Pero marches through the snow, standing before you. His chest threatens to push against you. "Please wait, mi amor. Sí te molesta que I follow you." His eyes look into yours, a large hand cupping your cheek.

Please wait, my love. If it bothers you that I follow you.

"Pero I don't-"

Another hand greets your waist, pulling you in against him. "Solo falta un millón de Primaveras. A few centuries he de adorarte. Give me that at least, Hermose." He pleads.

Only a million Springs. A few centuries I have left to adore you. Give me that at least, gorgeous.

A warmth spreads through you. The look of annoyance on your face washed away with his touch. "Only a million Springs, huh?" Your arms move to encase Pero in your grasp.

He nods, the most subtle of a smile on his face. "Sí."

You smile back to him. "And after that?"

Pero smirks, his wide hand rubbing up your spine, "Después de eso…I'll never bother you again."

After that…I'll never bother you again.

"And if I want you to stay?"

"My time here…" Pero falters, wishing his words were not true, "William and I will need to go back to work, but after. Next winter, I will return for you."

"And begin our Springs?" You ask, eyes full of hope.

Pero's eyes relax as he looks down at you, joy radiating through his body. "Sí, mí amor…let there be a million of them."

Spring.

Summer.

Fall.

Winter.

You waited patiently. Looking over the hill each day in hopes of seeing your mercenary bounding over the fallen leaves. The shortened days grew long and weary, but you remained eager. Knowing once he returned, he would never again depart.

You'd seen lakes thaw and freeze again. Seen ducklings be born and since leave. The leaves turn green, then red, then yellow, then fall off the trees. You'd seen the wonders of each season, yet you only dreamt of Spring.

Just dreams…until one early morning, after making your cup of coffee.

"No coffee for me?" A voice comes from behind where you sat in front of the fireplace.

A faint tear pricks at your eye at the voice. It's one you'd know anywhere. "Pero!" You jump out of your chair in excitement, tossing your mug haphazardly on the side table.

"Aye, mi alma!" He greets you, enrapturing you in his arms. "Knew you'd wait for me…" he whispers into your neck.

"Of course, Pero." You snuggle as close as possible into his body.

He smirks teasing lightly "I thought maybe…te olvidaste de mí. Maybe you forgot about me."

"I could never forget about you…not in a million years."

"No?" He chuckles.

"Never."

And though the snow had just begun to fall, the whole world felt like Spring. With Pero back in your arms, you only wished for a million more.

#Am writes #pero tovar #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x Gn!reader #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x M!reader #pero tovar fanfic #pero tovar fanfiction

[hammerhead-jpg]

Srry if I'm spamming redacted nation but I gotta talk about this

It's always annoyed me how the demons are implied to either look like regular humans or just regular humans with horns, I just don't understand the decision like- the reason there are demons in the story is for the monstefuckers right??? So why do they look like humans??? Like I listened to a Goodboyaudios video for the first time yesterday and there's also a character that's a demon and just??? looks like a regular person??? Is this a trend or something???

I mean I know not every interpretation of what is called a demon is the red demon with horns and a tail but some of them have horns!!! and also incubus/ succubus are usually portrayed as demons with horns and stuff you get what I mean

That is not that much of an issue if not for the fact that you let me design a demon character but then say "but just remember!!! They have to look like regular people!!! You only get to draw horns on only like 50% of them!" AND SO I tell myself that with the characters that are implied to just look like regular humans just shapeshift/ cloak their demonic features when around unimpowered humans but THEN I can't go too far with the demonic features because then the change between their "true" form and human disguise would be too jarring so I can only go all out on characters that I know don't have a human disguise/ aren't implied to look like a regular human AND SO I get grumpy because I feel like my demon designs look too "safe" and aren't creative enough compared to other artists who don't care and go all out with their designs

SO GUESS WHAT

NEW EXPLANATION!

Demons put up a illusion ward/use illusory magic to make themselves look like regular humans to unimpowered unimformed humans but it doesn't work on impowered people and other demons so they can tell that they're demons SO YOU AREN'T GONNA FORCE ME TO DRAW THEM AS HUMAN LOOKING WHEN THEY'RE IN PUBLIC SO FROM NOW ON IDC!!! I'M GONNA GO ALL OUT!!!

Does this make complete sense? Is it cannon? NO! BUT I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redactedaudio #redacted demons

[blackbat05]

Fresh Start

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: I haven’t wrote Rick in a long time! So I hope you enjoy! And to also celebrate 1 year release of TSS. Issa little long though😝

Genre: PG-13

Notes: Idc, Rick is alive in my world😬 Language.

He was a volunteer at the Children’s Home you were working at. Despite his intimidating aura, the children saw him as a big, cuddly teddy bear.

Your female colleagues didn’t waste a second as they hungrily eyed every inch of his six foot three sculpted figure as he walked in every Friday evening to the delight of the kids.

However, they could only do so much. So like the warm hearted (and slightly annoying) colleagues you had found two years ago, everyone tried their best to get you closer with him.

But you couldn’t. It was simply unethical. Sure, he was a walking Adonis but no way you were going to loose your job because you couldn’t control yourself. Besides, you weren’t even sure if he even had any feelings for you.

“What are you still doing here girl?” Myra, the receptionist, stared at you through the glass panels of the front desk. You try to reason with her that you still had a couple of paperwork to finish before calling it a week. Needless to say, she wasn’t having any of it.

“You ain’t even paid extra! Leave it for another day- ah ah ah!” She waves a slender hand in your face. “I don’t want to hear any of it! Go enjoy yourself! Besides, Rick looks like he’s waiting for you to knock off.” Myra gives a wink before sauntering off to the dormitories.

Guts twisting in your stomach, you walked over as normally as you could, giving a quick wave. “Hey stranger!”

Rick turns, and upon seeing you, he breaks out into a grin. “Hey! Finally! Thought you were working overtime again.” You thought he had emphasized on the last word a little longer than usual, making you feel bad.

“I guess I decided to give myself a break.” You shrugged. “What’s keeping you here so late?”

Rick’s facial expression changed, and you wondered to yourself if you had yet messed up again. He seemed to have sense your discomfort, so he chimes in quickly.

“Oh! Well, work’s been really busy and I don’t think I’ll be able to see the children regularly so… it’s my last day here.”

You weren’t even sure why your heart had dropped inside your chest, but you maintained your poker face.

“Damn… the children will miss you…” You held back on the rest of the words that you truly wanted to tell him.

“How about a farewell dinner? It’s on me.”

Six Months Later,

You exit the counseling room, reminding the children at the playground that dinner was in an hour.

Arriving at your cubicle, you slumped on your chair, done for the day. The paperwork was absolutely driving you nuts and you wished you could be out there playing the children.

In the end, you decided to settle with your phone, scrolling through the various apps and news that you saved for times like these.

You click on a tag, pressing the first video you see. It was the local news, reporting about one of the many atrocities of the government. This time, it was about the infamous Suicide Squad that you only heard in name.

Taking a deep sigh, you see a familiar face beside the newscaster. Rick Flag. Or should you say - Colonel Rick Flag. Commander of Task Force X, missing in action since the battle of Jotumheim.

There were rumors spreading like wildfire around the internet. Some said that the government ordered him to be killed to keep their secrets. Some said that he tried to go rogue. Some said he betrayed his country.

You? You had no idea how to process this influx of information. You only knew him as the friendly and handsome volunteer who spent his time with children every week without fail. What else was he hiding from you?

“So, where are you going?”

“I’m not too sure yet. South America maybe.”

“Keep in touch?”

“Of course.”

A flurry of movement into the office startled you from your thoughts. A trio of older girls ran towards you, voices merging into one.

“Woah, slow down and one at a time!” You instructed them, concerned at the reddish hue on their cheeks.

“Miss! He’s here! He’s at the door and he’s hurt!”

Hurt? Your brows knit in confusion, starting to get more concerned by the minute. Was there an attack nearby and someone came to seek help? You stand up quickly, moving to the cabinets where the first aid kit was kept.

Instructing the girls to move everyone else indoors, you went to check the cameras at the back room.

No way. No fucking way. All that overtime must have made you see things.

Although the camera showed a black and white image of whatever was outside the home, that hunched figure was unmistakable. You could recognize him from a mile away.

Sprinting to the doors, you almost break the handles, flinging them open to see an exhausted Rick Flag standing at the doorstep.

“Hey darlin,” the southern drawl hit your ears like honey. “Still working overtime again?”

You blink your eyes, feet rooted to the ground. Apparently it seemed like eternity as the man in front of you lifts his arms forward.

“So no hug?”

You marched forward, hands flying up to give him a huge smack on the back.

“OW! What the hell?” Rick grimaces. You were surprised that a large man like him could still feel pain. “What was that for?”

He almost regrets it instantly as more whacks start to rain on his large frame. For someone who worked with children, you definitely had a lot of pent up anger.

“You! You left so suddenly! The next thing I know? YOU DIED?! In some… foreign place because you tried to sell out the government and what have you not?” You started to lose energy, so you resort to dragging him in by the arms, attracting stares from stragglers who were going back to the dormitories.

You managed to find the sick bay at the end of the corridor. Locking the door, you ordered him to lie down, whipping out any first aid supplies you could get your hands on.

"Shirt off."

"If you wanted me to strip, there are other ways to do it you know?" Rick quickly puts on a face of what he thinks to be innocence as he's met with your glare.

This wasn't your first rodeo with injuries - you couldn't count the number of times you had to patch up injured children who got bruises from playfights or accidents on the playground. But what was in front of you just wasn't a simple scratch.

"Rick, what the hell?" You gasped softly.

You were greeted by a mixture of bruises, scars, and burns that littered his back. Most were old wounds but you could see some that were still fresh.

The next few minutes passed in silence as you dabbed each wound with cotton buds, mumbling in apology whenever he winced in pain.

“So… permission to talk?”

You remain silent and Rick takes it for a yes. “Look… I’m sorry that I kept all this from you. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t. And I’m not saying this just to appease you darlin…” Rick struggles to find the right words.

“They experimented on children.” He says abruptly. Rick sees the shock on your face. “It’s true. I saw them. The government funded them, allowed these atrocities to continue… but I couldn’t… and I almost died for it. Well, I did die.”

He then proceeds to tell you about the altercation with Peacemaker in the underground facility. Him being shanked with a rusty pipe and being left to bleed out. Rick says that maybe it was for the best that the survivors left him in Corto Maltese.

“Means that Waller won’t longer be on my back. It means I’m finally free.”

You finish cleaning up the last bit of his wounds. Putting the first aid kit aside, you stand in front of him, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze.

He takes your hand, relishing the warmth that it provided against his cheek. You finally hug him tight, eyes squeezed shut.

This wasn’t a dream.

“Don’t cry, I’m here.”

You use your free hand to feel the wetness on your cheek. “I’m just afraid that I’ll return back to the nightmare of living without you again.” Breaking into full sobs, you slumped onto the side of the bed, Rick’s arms wrapped around yours.

“When I heard the news about you… I regret every day not telling you how I felt… I couldn’t live with myself!”

A wet chuckle could be heard and you see Rick’s watery eyes. “Took you long enough.”

You pause at his statement before the two of you break into laughter. A knock on the door brings you back to the present.

“Is it true?” A young girl with pigtails pokes her head in, flashing a gummy grin. “Mister Flag’s back!”

The sight of Rick was an answer itself. With a shrill cry of joy, the young girl calls a couple of friends in the hallway. Before you knew it, you see Rick smothered in the little bodies that were desperate to welcome back an old friend.

“Miss! Is Rick staying? Can he stay? Pleaseee!!!” The group of children plead to you in unison.

“Well… I was going to ask if you guys had a spare room here.” Rick mutters. “Practically non-existent now and it’ll be great if I have a temporary place to stay while I set everything in order.”

“Now that you mentioned it, I do have a room.” You smiled cheekily, moving forward so that Rick was within earshot.

“It’s just right across my office.”

Three Years later,

“I swear! It’s right here!” Harley drags the rag tag group along with her, before coming to a stop in front of a house surrounded by a white picket fence.

“Harls, you sure you weren’t I dunno- hallucinating?” Robert DuBois grumbles as Cleo struggles to keep up with the duo.

“You betcha! I saw Flag right at the garden with all the little munchkins and hey! He’s got a lady with him too!”

Despite the assassin’s skepticism surrounding Flag’s lookalike, a small part of Robert wished that Harley was telling him the truth. What had happened to Flag… let’s just say no good man deserves his fate.

“Oh my god.” Cleo gasps softly beside him. “Harley was right.”

Robert cannot believe what he is seeing. There he was - his old comrade and former commander of Task Force X.

A scruffy Rick, donned in a long sleeved checkered sweater and jeans as he chases two children across the garden that also served as the dumping ground for their toys. He manages to sweep the little boy into his arms, blowing raspberries on his tummies much to his delight.

“Hahahaha! Papa! Stoppp!!! It tickles!!!”

Robert could see the splitting image of Rick in the little boy who was squirming around in his friend’s arms.

A pang of guilt hits him. No, he will not destroy Rick’s happiness. Not when they left him there to die.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait! Can’t we say hi to Flag?”

Before Robert can rebuke Harley’s request, a tiny figure interrupts the trio.

“Papa! There strangers here! A lady with weird hair!” The girl whom Robert assumes is the twin of the boy yells to get her father’s attention.

“Hey! My hair’s not weird!” Harley frowns.

“DuBois? Harls? Cleo?”

Robert grimaces internally. This was a bad idea. He turns around to see Rick’s guiding a pregnant you steadily across the garden.

“You must be Robert.” You finally reach them, extending a hand for the man to shake. “My husband’s told me so much about you. All of you.”

“Only good things I hope!” Harley quips and suddenly Robert doesn’t want to hear your response.

“Only the best.” You reaffirmed. “How you looked out for him. And I’m very thankful for that.”

Rick approaches Robert, clasping him on the back. “Can’t believe it. I’m glad to see all of you again. Glad y’all made it out alive. Out of Waller’s clutches.”

The latter can’t find the words in him to apologize, so he settles for a “can’t say the same for you”. Like an old friend, Rick catches him immediately.

“Hey, none of that. I didn’t even know I could make it out alive. What matters is that you’re here.”

Breaking the silence, you decided to chime in. “You guys must have come a long way. We would love for all of you to stay. I’m sure the kids would love you.”

The two women squeal, agreeing enthusiastically to your request. While Harley races up the steps to the house, Cleo guides you carefully, beckoning Robert to follow.

“Come on DuBois, she’s right. You’re more than welcome.” Rick pipes up. The two men trudge up the stairs that lead into the picturesque home.

As the three misfits slowly made themselves at home, you waddled towards Rick who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I know they did… wrong things. But I can’t help but to think that we’re finally free of Waller.” Rick heaves a sigh of relief, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe it’s a new beginning. For all of you.” Leaning into him, your heart softens at the sight of your little boy being mesmerized by Cleo’s pet rat, Sebastian.

A new beginning. A fresh start.

Rick could definitely get use to the new normal.

Can be read as continuation: Mismatched Family

#rick flag #rick flag x reader #the suicide squad #dad rick flag x reader #joel kinnaman #rick flag x reader fluff

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment of 2024 part "REM"

Again I get into bed by 10 or 10:10 ish and an undoubtedly asleep by 10:30... again I sleep, wake briefly, sleep again and wake to find it is 1:44 or 1:45...

Again I lay in bed 2 extra hours trying to sleep before giving up to go pee and feed my cat, alert as can be. Tired, but so so alert.

Again I have had dreams of being back in circumstances involving ex's ex friends and old roommates... This time I am trying to tell someone, "No really, the skinny corset style top isn't mine, it is too small, my rib-cage alone would break it and I don't wear girly things with pink print all over them, it has to be Fine's. IDC if it's black or if you think it would 'suit me'..."

And why? Because men in my life, friends or otherwise were always doing that. They'd find a "girl clothes" in their/the house that's about 2-5X girlier than my gay ass would ever wear, and insist on repeat that it "MUST" be mine, that I am just not remembering and getting defensive, sometimes accompanied with comments of thinking it would look good on me or wanting to see me in it... Always until some other "woman" [because they would not acknowledge my masculinity, other women are women, i'm just a gay] would come forward and be like "Yeah, no I left that here."

And always always always it was someone who should have known me better than that. Someone who could have only missed what I generally wore if they hadn't bothered really looking at me for years at a time in close proximity. And often either my partner, or someone who seriously had no business picturing me in ANY clothes/outfits [like being 20 years older than me]. Very often they would have me confused with another 'girl' with dark hair, even when they are dating me. There is an insult inherent to this.

And now I have to fuckign DREAM that? Bullshit.

Who did I piss off?

But I guess my point is, it's becoming clear that I have been sleeping like this all along, but usually strung together on one end of the day instead of spaced out, so I couldn't really tell that when I am sleeping 8 hours I might only actually be getting half that many REM cycles.

Because either:

-I am having REM cycles faster than most people which means I am getting two in 3 ish hours of sleep, which explains waking in the middle and having dreams on both sides of that [8 hour equivalent in terms of raw REM cycles]

-I am only having one rem cycle per sleep, interrupted, which means currently having 2 per day [4 hour sleep equivalent to most people]

And if you have recommendations for affordable home equipment to measure that I am all ears, because I wouldn't survive going to a sleep clinic.

Every trick I have ever used to combat insomnia is failing me. Self hypnosis, meditations, other things you do before bed that knock people out cold sometimes... Any medication that's made me sleepy before, all of it, none of it.

And I just get to wake up vaguely annoyed I am wasting my precious vivid dreaming time talking to people I removed from my personal space for a reason, and other generic dream actors.

And the night sleep, well that's the one that butts up against the nope-time, 5-10 am... but the day sleep, I have tried to encourage the day sleep to extend itself with no luck either.

If I stopped sleeping at night, I might get the two sleeps crammed back together, but then it's exactly what I don't want, sleeping all day, and also -by virtue of it being regularly scheduled sleep- I won't be sleeping any longer than I am now.

I always liked a half day schedule. I liked it in theory and in the moments I could hold onto it in practice. It solves a LOT of my problems including waking up halfway through the night and not being able to sleep again, and it being too hard to force myself awake all the way till my next sleep time, that's only half a day away at most now.

I just... I need more than 8 hours of sleep, and I am getting 6 on a good day.

And that brings me to the next point... I am pretty sure the conflict is this:

-I have a delayed sleep phase disorder that sometimes looks like a non-24 hour sleep disorder because of how it keeps pushing my bedtime back when I sleep at night [I am a 'night person']

-I am a "super sleeper" in that I have the genes to have shorter sleep cycles or for my body to think it needs one fewer to be alert

-I also have chronic fatigue and require extra rest/sleep regardless, maybe specifically sleep to help with healing and converting adenosine, and this is incompatible with also having the genes of a "super sleeper"

-I am one of those people hardwired to "two sleeps" as was once more fashionable, and this doesn't stack well with everything else or with the societal expectation that I should sleep 8 hours in one block and only at night.

-My most natural time to fall asleep is right after sunrise and that is the ONE time it is most safe for me to run errands now, due to 'infectious dose' [or the dose of virus I -personally- react to, short of infection] vs 'viral load' [virus levels that build up in the air in buildings through the day] and the fucking perpetual plague, so it is the one time I need to be habituated to being alert enough to go out. First thing at opening, after walking there.

In a world without the plague I could probably sleep from midnight to whenever and only have to deal with SOME of the... Byproducts~ of a regular sleep schedule, a lot of people don't expect you to be an early morning person when you are disabled.

Anyway I am just going to start biting people now. [In dreams? who can say! It worked on the sleep paralysis demons didn't it?]

Love that I decided to do this to myself just to make SUPER SURE that regular sleep wouldn't solve my problems...

At least I am not hallucinating or having night terrors, sleep paralysis etc.

#the great regular sleep experiment of 2024

[aaronymous9]

The WOF Love Interest slander has made me think about it. What would be my ideal love interests for each Wings of Fire protagonist?

Clay - Keep him without a solid one, he can have minor flings but honestly I like how the books kept him single and made it pretty clear Peril’s crush was one-sided. I don’t personally headcanon him as aromantic or anything I just think him not having a love interest is more useful and interesting to the character dynamics and the story than having one would be.

Tsunami - As I have previously stated, pathetic malewife ( gender-neutral as usual for the bisexual queen ) or equally as tough dragon who has a soft spot for Tsunami and she has one for them. I like how Riptide is the first person Tsunami meets but not in the way the books portray it, it shouldn’t just be “first male of the same tribe as her now they are dating” I feel “this was the first person I felt I could relate to on all the things I never knew why I did and you taught me so much but never used me for being a princess or forced me to be a certain way thank you”

Glory - Okay girlboss and her hitman bodyguard is cute, kinda reminds me of Yor and Loid Forger in a way but also the age gap has to go Tui how’d you fuck up the timeline that bad 😭😭 I don’t actually like how Deathbringer is written either I kinda would want more of a serious to outsiders but playful slowburn when alone with eachother. I feel like Glory wouldn’t actually get with anyone until she’s an adult because she would be so focused on her career BUT GOD GET A MAN OR A WOMAN OR WHATEVER IDC WHO IS YOUR AGE PLEASE DONT MESS UP THE TIMELINE AND IMPLY STRANGE AGE GAPS IT RUINS SHIPS

Starflight - Tbh… I love him and Fatespeaker nerdy quiet boyfriend and his bundle of energy nerdy girlfriend, just crank it up to 11 I want more I don’t care if she’s annoying it’s fun I just wish they did more with it it was so cute :(

Sunny - The aromantic queen.

Moonwatcher - Everytime I heard her worrying about “oh gosh oh me should I choose the nice funny guy who is nothing but kind to me or the nasty racist man who keeps telling me who hates me because I’m a nightwing” makes me want to rip my hair out. If you can’t tell love triangles are often poorly written and both choices are not equal. Solution: Give Qibli more apparent flaws and maybe don’t make Winter dragon racist it makes the bad boy character a lot less of a bad boy and more of “why are you giving this man the time of day Moon he hates you” energy. That was a rant and a half but basically balance it out more and in the end I don’t want her to decide. She can have some romance drama on the side but I feel like she could never choose, or she could go poly or open relationship but who knows. If I could throw Qibli and Winter in the love interest trash bin I would give Moon a quiet gf with an interesting backstory or something like that, someone who doesn’t have a bombardment of thoughts and is calm and peaceful and Moon can just chill with her. Or honestly if Arc 2 wanted to focus on plot more, discard love interest for Moon until Arc 3.

Winter and Qibli - Stated before. Honestly would prefer if Winter didn’t have a love interest at all and worked through his own issues with his friends where as I’m a little more open to Moon and Qibli personally I’m not the biggest fan. I think Qibli is another character like Clay that I can’t see any story reasons to actually give a love interest until after Arc 2.

Peril - Realize she doesn’t need Clay to love her to be worth anything and slowly come to realize to learn to love herself, maybe she gets to be with someone as an adult but after lots of healing and being able to separate her worth as a person from a partner’s love. <3

Turtle - I like how he has a crush on Kinkajou and how Anemone kind of ruins it but I don’t want it to go anywhere and I want he and Kinkajou to have more discussions about it and for them eventually decide not to get together. Or something like that I can’t really see Turtle with anyone but I liked that storyline.

Blue and Cricket: I actually really enjoy this ship and I want them to be happy, make it less sudden though Tui I stg they went way too fast but I do enjoy pathetic little boy x nerdy girl it is a very cute dynamic and made arc 3 tolerable in the first half for me.

Sundew: No complaints. Willow is amazing, I just wish she had more of a role in the story.

Snowfall: I think she and Lynx are cute but they do also work as friends, I don’t think she needs a love interest. Single girlboss.

Luna: I like Luna and Swordtail a lot actually Arc 3 had pretty good romance for Wings of Fire standards, I just wish it was fleshed out more before Luna’s POV book. Her thoughts and memories of Swordtail also made her book tolerable I’m ngl the plot was lacking but Luna and her awesome thoughts and mind and memories was super cool!!

I could also include the humans, the winglet characters and Darkstalker but I don’t want too!! Fuck the humans I hate them!!! Also I acknowledge I didn’t include any MLM ships in here at all but that’s kind of just because most male characters have pretty solid ships already which are primarily straight, which is sad that there isn’t a lot of LGBT rep in Wings of Fire besides Sundew x Willow and side characters Pineapple x Jambou(? He is so irrelevant I forgot his name help 😭 ) and arguably Sky/Peril. Maybe after Winter works through his angst he can get an emo boyfriend that would be my heart and soul.

#aaronymous ramblings #wof #wings of fire #i say im not into shipping but thats just because theres not actually a lot of good ships in things i like #and when i see a charavter usually i think of the most canon version of rhem in my mind which usually includes their horrible chemistry witg #basic love interest number five #but I am a proud enjoyer of romance comedy anime and im inserting tropes into wings of fire #spy x family komi cant communicate kazuya sama love is war tomo chan is a girl and so on #shame theyre all straight well honestly theyre all bisexuals thats my headcanon #pov me when my wings of fire post tags turn into anime posting #anyways make more good cheesy comedy romance about bisexual mlw or to spice it up just any comedy non offensive mlm wlw or hopefully #nbl literally anyone WHERE ARE MY NON BINARY ROMANCE ANIMES #Spongebob cryinf gif that is heavily edited is me rn

[tamelee]

Please explain how you can like b*ruto while criticizing it at the same time we're confused. And then you write about adult nar/sas/ even though they've done the worst. How can you say that era is so great? Just tryna understand here. Usually I get your logic but not this. Also when you think it s done?

Hi Non.e, when did I say that?

I said, I felt like 'Boruto' as a show had a lot of potential. And what I mean with that is that I feel like Kishimoto was definitely on to something with the movie when it comes to a major storytelling element which is 'Theme'. But also the change the world itself had undergone when it comes to technology. How incredibly frustrating it must be how these gremlins suddenly lack the motivation to train because they can simply get every Jutsu they need in a damn mini-scroll anyway. People don't even need any Chakra anymore. It's like people skip the process to get to an end-result as fast as possible. Does it sound familiar??????

That's huge!!

And for some reason these kids learn Jutsu fast as hell.

The kid learns a damn Rasengan immediately. Like in what, 2 days?

This dystopian, cyberpunk'ish-type of vibe has so much potential for so many interesting arcs despite the bitter edge it gives. But like.. the writers don't even give a damn it seems like. It's almost as if Kishimoto wants to take advantage of the potential but is tired of it too. When things don't go your way or when the people around you don't value the same things.. I mean, I'm just speculating. And even if I like the SNS moments, there are parts in the movie and the beginning of 'Boruto' that I really, severely dislike too. You wouldn't hear/read me say that 'Boruto' is great in any way. I liked Sarada in Gaiden for example but she's annoying as hell in 'Boruto'. Her obsession with her father makes me uncomfortable. These kids are literally out of nowhere lecturing Sasuke... Boruto bolts after cutting Sasuke off and Sarada jumps in trying to be all sassy towards her father.

"Do YoU uNdErsTand? HeY!" They irritate me. Have some respect gdi. Sasuke whose adult character sketches from Kishimoto looked absolutely amazing. Who is at the end of Shippuden together with Naruto one of the most powerful Shinobi and forced to get nerfed to favor an out-of-balance power-scale. One that doesn't even make sense in the slightest. Not even with technology. Whose eyes who see everything can't even see a kid with a kunai coming. No wonder ms. experiment needs glasses. LoGic. Idc. And it's not just that, the way they're drawn too...

They're talking about Sasuke, yet the visual focus is so much on Sarada's bare legs in that tiny, TINY dress. Creepy as hell. BARF. Mind you, I just took your hand briefly and showed you a few panels from just the first 2 Chapters. There are infinitely more moments that annoyed me. The writing is bad, it's visual representation is bad, I don't like these kids although Boruto's growth as a character is okay (I haven't caught up yet)- I'll say it again, you will not hear/read me say that 'Boruto' is great. Ever. But the world and the era had potential. That's all.

#asktamelee #anti boruto #ig

[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 3 Episodes 7 and 8

btw i just wanted to say that yes i am aware that if a character i even remotely dislike comes on screen i usually tell them to go die and put it in writing for all the internet to see and yes i’m aware that that’s very excessive but keep in mind i usually write these after 1 in the morning and you do not want to make me angry after 1 in the morning

Episode 7

-claudia already what the heck

-idc if he has the best and biggest redemption arc ever viren will always be dead to me just for treating soren like that like it’s not even funny

-“i wish for humanity to flourish” i’m still a little confused what his intentions actually are because that could be true but it doesn’t excuse the fact that he wanted to KILL ezran and callum just so he could be king, like he wants Katolis to thrive but only on his terms

-i have a feeling this is gonna go terribly wrong

-callum sweetie i love you but i think the last thing the dragon queen is concerned about is your relationship status

-“if you allow us to pass, we have no trouble with you” OR they can just burn you to a crisp right now and never have to deal with you again

-why can’t y’all just kill him and spare yourselves the trouble

-how does the 9 year old have the best stamina out of the three of them

-“it will only remove the parts of you that have been touched by dark magic” oh so he’s a goner

-WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK

-IF WE NEVER FIND OUT WHAT HE WHISPERED TO HER IM GONNA LOSE IT I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

-DRAGONDRAGONDRAGON

-oh this is THE dragon

-huh

-inoculate - immunize (someone) against a disease by introducing infective material, microorganisms, or vaccine into the body

the more you know

-OH OF COURSE SOREN IS YOUR LAB RAT

-SOREN IM SO PROUD OF YOU

-Kasef constantly trying to pull focus dude open your freaking eyes there is a ZOMBIE standing next to you have some common sense

-he turned into… the hulk??

-i almost hope he doesn’t turn back random grunts are a lot less annoying than what’s usually coming out of his mouth

-if you think that changed anyone’s minds you are very wrong i’m pretty sure that had the opposite effect

-NEW SPELL UNLOCKED LETS GOOOO

-“hey that isn’t part of the spell” ezran buddy they’ve been holding hands since you got here time to put two and two together

-yet again i want to make it clear that whatever terrible things claudia ends up doing i blame viren for 100% of it this angel is just a little lost

-dude literally just turned thousands of people into demons against their will

Episode 8

-“she is not dead. she lives and breathes, but she is not with us” is no one gonna question what the heck this is supposed to mean

-also this dude is completely unfazed seeing two humans and the living dragon prince standing in front of him

-can they please stop making zym whimper like a lost puppy my heart can only break so many times

-EZRAN IS GETTING HIS THOUSANDTH HTTYD MOMENT AND IM HERE FOR IT

-I don’t know whether to be happy or sad

-“is this… the afterlife?”

“no it’s still just… the life… still, you’re alive”

idk why but that sent me

-so you’re telling me that most skywing elves can’t fly??? literally what’s the point then???

-also this means nyx is super special and could be doing real important things but instead she chooses mischief

-he’s looking at him as if that is not an extremely reasonable doubt to have

-how does callum knowing magic put him in any more danger than they were already in, if anything it’s good that he has a way to defend himself

-how is leaving gonna fix anything is no one thinking this through you’d be just as bad a rayla’s parents there’s no way she’s gonna go for this

-told ya

-why does she have to face them by herself you’re telling me there are no armies in xadia that can help

-girl stop being dramatic you know there’s no way he’s leaving you here

-this fight just makes her leaving hurt so much more because it’s basically the same thing

-how many elves were there guarding the egg originally because all of them against one man seems like a fair shot, granted that man is an evil powerful mage, but still

-poor soren is banished to the corner just let him be part of meeting time

-not even gonna question how Amaya knew where they were or how ibis even found her i’m just gonna be grateful

-i’m lazy can someone please translate what amaya just signed

-CRYING

-hold up why is this dude not a demon, and again who even is this dude

#tdp #tdp thoughts #the dragon prince thoughts #the dragon prince thoughts season 3 #tdp thoughts season 3 #the dragon prince #tdp season 3 #the dragon prince season 3

[heartlessfujoshi]

Zexion with 37? Like whatever pairing with him, or solo/clones? So long as Zex gets a toy in him idc I just have a mighty need lol

You know that I would write anything and everything for you, my friend. So what better way to fulfill this request than putting it into a very specific AU of mine. :3 I hope you'll like what I came up with for this request!!

More Kink Prompts - 37. Toys

Lights On or Off? AU

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It had been a long week at the Castle That Never Was. The Superior had gotten it into his head that every single member of the Organization had to be out on a mission at any given time of the day. Zexion, while he didn’t mind being a team player, this was a lot for him. So much so that when he was supposed to be out on a mission to Wonderland, he was instead holed up in the library in the castle, hiding away from anyone that could bother him. 

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?” A voice floated through the air, causing his stomach to churn as he knew that voice. Of course he would know that voice. That voice was one that he heard constantly in his mind. Although the voice usually was saying much filthier things than asking if he was supposed to be somewhere else. 

Putting his finger on the book to mark his place, he lifted his head and looked at the Nobody now standing in front of him. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Neverland?” He had seen where Saïx was sending everyone earlier in the morning, and had made a mental note as to where this Nobody was going to be. 

“Why, Zexion - are you spying on me? I’m so flattered.” The seat in front of him was pulled out, and soon his vision was filled with a shock of red hair and bright green eyes staring back at him. “Why are you playing hooky?” 

“Same reason you are.” 

“You hate Xemnas so much, and you wish he was gone?” 

Pushing some of his hair off of his face, he gave Axel a look. “You’re not serious, are you?” 

“Serious about what?” 

“About wishing the Superior was gone?” He’d been having the same thoughts himself. Xemnas was getting really annoying about these pointless missions. They were pointless to him, at least. Maybe they served some purpose - what, he wasn’t sure. Xemnas probably wanted the castle to himself. 

Axel gave a poor attempt at shrugging his shoulders. “Are you going to rat me out if I say yes?” 

“Why would I ‘rat’ you out?” Zexion had removed his hand from the book, and gave the Assassin an annoyed look. “Do you really think I’d do something like that?” 

“Oh, I don’t know.” Axel twirled his finger around some of his hair. “If you’re ditching your mission, and I’m ditching my mission, maybe the two of us should go somewhere else and have some fun.” 

It was a phrase that Zexion had secretly been hoping to hear, but wasn’t sure what kind of mood the redhead was in. “Where were you thinking about going?” 

“You know, I heard that the Beast’s Castle is pretty nice this time of day.” 

“What about Xaldin?” He knew that the Nobody had been assigned to that world today. 

“The more the merrier, I say.” 

His face heated up, as he knew what Axel was implying. “If that were the case, then I might be more apt to heading to the Underworld.” 

“So you’re making me choose between Xaldin and Demyx?” Axel asked, leaning forward on the table, his green eyes now glistening with mischief. “What a terrible offer.” 

Zexion snorted. “You will have sex with anything that walks, Axel.” 

“So I’m not picky. What’s wrong with that?” Axel stood up, then pushed the chair back up against the table. “Meet me in my room in five if you’re up for an adventure, Zexion.” 

He watched the redhead leave the library, his hand closing the book he’d been reading without a second thought. Of course he would be meeting Axel in his room in five minutes. He’d be with him right now if the Assassin had given him the chance to go along with him. But no, it always had to be done in a certain way. 

Zexion went to his room and freshened up, then used a portal to head to Axel’s room. He saw the redhead standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face. “Well, hello.” Axel put his arms around Zexion’s body, and pulled him to be flush against him. “So nice to see you.” 

“Like I didn’t just see you five minutes ago.” Zexion reminded him as Axel started to dip him backwards. He closed his eyes and bit back a moan as Axel’s lips came into contact with his own, the kiss sending any thoughts in his mind flying out, to be forgotten about. Axel pressed his forehead against his as their kiss came to an end, Zexion panting softly. “Hello.” 

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere fun.” 

He was pulled into Axel’s arms, an obsidian portal now surrounding the both of them. He had no idea where he was being taken, and really, he didn’t care. He was happy to be with Axel. 

The portal disappeared around them, revealing that they were in the first place that had been suggested. But not with who he thought was going to be there. “Dem?” He asked, seeing the Melodious Nocturne standing by the bed, looking at a very nice collection of items that caused his cheeks to burn. “Axel?!” 

“Don’t be mad, Zexion.” Axel pulled him over to the bed, where he tried not to struggle. “Dem here is very interested in spending some time with us today. Isn’t that right, Dem?” 

Skilled hands touch his waist as he’s drawn into Demyx’ orbit. “It’ll be fun, Zexy. Don’t worry, okay? Axel told me it might be fun if we took turns, or, we can do it together.” 

“You’re going to blindfold me, aren’t you?” Zexion looked at Axel, who was nodding his head. “Fine. I agree. Whatever you two wish to do with….those,” he pointed to the items on the bed, “then do it.” 

“You won’t regret it, Zexion.” Axel pulled him away from Demyx.

“I already do.” 

It wasn’t true, though. He had no regrets. Not when he saw the assortment of devices that could be used on him. It was a collection they’d been curating together for quite some time now, and Zexion could feel a small thrill of excitement rolling through him, not knowing what would be used on him. A thick dildo they’d picked up in the Land of the Dragons. A double-sided dildo that had been purchased in the bazaar in Agrabah. Nipple clamps that may or may not have been stolen from Halloweentown. A cockring that had been for sale in Twilight Town. Each item had been carefully selected for him, and now he was going to get to experience a multitude of them, thanks to these two Nobodies that knew how to take care of him. 

Axel unzipped his cloak, and helped him get undressed. Once all of his clothes were off, the redhead held up a blindfold. “Would you like to be gagged as well?” 

“Yes.” He answered quickly, as Axel put the fabric of the blindfold against his eyes. “Gag me.” 

“Only for a little bit, because I want your mouth to do other things.” 

A deep moan left his mouth. “Forget the gag, then.” 

“Whatever you wish, Zexion.” 

The room disappeared from his vision as the blindfold did its job. Axel guided him over to the bed, the arsenal no longer on the mattress, allowing him to lay down in comfort. But as soon as he was on his back, he felt one of the nipple clamps touch his right nipple, causing him to moan. “O-Oh.” So that was how this was going to begin.

He didn’t know if it was Axel, or if it was Demyx, who got the clamps in place. As soon as they were on, they were pulled on, making Zexion moan in pleasure. His chest lifted up off the bed, moving with the chain as it was pulled on, the clamps tightening around his nipples. He was pushed back down onto the bed, and then something thick was pushed up against his lips. Moaning low, he opened his mouth and began to lick on the cock that was in his mouth. It felt like Axel’s, but really, it could be Demyx’. Without his sight, and without anyone making any noise except himself, it was hard to tell. 

Something thick pushed up against his ass, and he groaned as it was nudged against his puckering hole. The cock inside of his mouth was now rubbing against the roof of his mouth, making his drool spill from the sides of his lips. He felt the toy push into him, covered in oil, and felt his entire body feel like it was on fire. It was the most amazing feeling, as he was played with and teased, all at the same time. 

Whoever was playing with the nipple clamps grabbed onto his hand, and brought it to another cock. Zexion was now lost in the pleasure, his mind blissfully blank as he sucked on the thickness inside of his mouth, while touching the girthy flesh with his other hand. Something began to vibrate against his cock, making him choke on the cock in his mouth as he gasped hard, not at all expecting that additional stimulation. 

As everything was happening all at once, Zexion was shocked when he felt another pair of hands on his body, bringing his hand up to fist another cock. Both of his hands were now jerking off two different people, while his mouth was full of another person’s thick flesh. The vibrations against his own cock were stimulating to the point of pain, and he reveled in it. 

Pushing his hips down, the toy inside of his ass was now hitting him at a depth that made white bleed behind his closed eyes. He tried to moan, but the thickness inside of his mouth made that almost near impossible. So he kept sucking on it, the chains now being pulled on hard, his nipples on fire as he was pulled off the bed by it. The toy in his ass was being pushed in and out of him, the vibration against his own cock making him numb. He began to come, unable to help himself, as the stimulation was too much. His cum pooled on his stomach, his moans coming more and more frequently as he tried to keep sucking on the cock in his mouth, but stopped while he came. 

Every single instrument was pulled out and off of him, and he was made to be on his hands and knees. He felt someone underneath him, and then was treated to someone’s mouth on his cock. As that was happening, someone’s cock pushed against his ass. He was then made to suck on another cock - the cock that had been in his right hand was now in his mouth. He was being pushed and pulled all over again, but this time by a physical being and not just a toy. 

Zexion lost count how many times he came, and how many times he’d been come on, as each person he was with covered him in their cum. He fell onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted after a few hours, and then felt a soft towel touch his skin, being gentle with cleaning him up. 

“How’re you doing, Zex?” Axel’s voice came into his ears, the blindfold now removed by the redhead. “Good?” 

He grinned. “Very.” He tried to look around the room, but it was too much effort so he returned his head to Axel’s shoulder. “Where is everyone?” 

“They left.” 

“Who else was here?” 

Axel smirked. “What do you mean?  There was only two of us.” 

“You know I know that’s a lie.” 

“Fine.” Axel hugged him close. “It was Xigbar. You were really going to town on his cock while Demyx fucked you.” 

Blushing, he hid his face from Axel. “So you were the one sucking me off?”

“Sure was. You know I love the taste of your-” 

“No more.” Zexion groaned, still feeling rather tired after everything. Rubbing his nose against Axel’s neck, he took a deep breath. “Thank you. This was much better than doing some stupid mission.” 

“I’ll say.” Axel kissed him on the lips, then they got settled on the bed in the room they favored at the Beast’s Castle. “Get some rest, Zexion. We’ll RTC soon.” 

He yawned, and nodded his head. A little sleep would do his body some good. After all of that wonderful playtime, he needed to recharge so he could at least attempt to walk again. 

#akuzeku #my writing #fanfic #lights on or off au #boy was it fun to write in this au again #i hope you like it sam~

[valleynix]

Idc what's in character and what's not as long as I get my rare soft Bela/Cass moments when they love each other not only from afar asdfgh

THE FACT THAT YOU WERE THINKING IF IT'S OK TO ADD THOSE KISSES FROM DANI IS TERRIFYING WHAT KIND OF FAMILY THOSE PEOPLE HAVE THAT THEY WOULD THINK OF IT AS ANYTHING BUT PLATONIC OH MY GOD

Are they supposed to stay 6ft away from each other all the time or what 😭

I think Lunatic/Reader portray nicely that monsters are made.

And I really like that Lunatic isn't the way they are just because but there's so much depth to it.

If the planned thing with Red is about them getting ripped to pieces then sure I am going to enjoy it.

And virginity may have a few interpretations.

But I don't see how any of it would actually affect the blood's taste, because there's simply no way losing it has such an impact unless there's some supernatural witchy explanation to it. (I also heard "virgin blood" is the one never used in rituals before, but again it's not sth that would logicaly explain the difference in taste)

I could see Alcina liking her victims being virgins because of her hate for men and a virgin is often interpreted as a woman who never had sex with a man. But the taste wouldn't be a main thing then.

That's why I wonder how it works in this universe.

now i'm thinking of a scenario where their roles are reversed and Bela starts being super annoying to Cass for no reason, just because it's funny to her LMAOOO

Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW HOW WEIRD MFS BE IN THIS FANDOM, I TALK ABT IT ALL THE TIME (or i used to). the sibling shippers make me want to actually vomit and it makes me afraid to show them being like physically affectionate with each other because people might take it the wrong way </3

even Miranda isn't a massive cunt just because she can be 😭 she's genuinely lost so much in TPtM's universe and has had to witness her daughter dying over and over and over, and that mixed with the influence of the megamycete is sure to make anyone go a little crazy

villains being evil just because they can be is so funny, but i like writing them having reasons for why they act the way they do </3 i don't think i could forgive Miranda for all of this, but at least Lunatic is actually showing change

(meanwhile Red is just a massive dick because they can be LMAO)

well, about that- (i don't want to spoil it but i GUARANTEE you'll like it >:3)

Cas actually messaged me about the virgin thing, and in their words:

"[...] it's about the concept of virgins and how the word can mean many things but ppl usually associate it with sex. but like it could be someone that never has done damned things that could taint their "soul" like do something cultish. so ig the Dimitrescu are tasting the purity of people's blood. and it could also mean they prefer blood that hasn't been tainted with the cadou/mold (well lady d mainly i think)

we did think that people who are "virgins" (or maidens, whichever) taste different, perhaps stronger because of the blood purity, and Cas suggested maybe like a pastry or a meat dish? something that would entice the person drinking the blood into getting more and more of it until their victim is dry

in the case of TPtM's universe, since Red is a smuggler for the Dimitrescus and brings in maidens for them, i guess it could actually be assumed they're bringing in outsiders that haven't been tainted by the mold or any other experimentation. that would explain why the girls don't become feral after drinking Reader's blood, and they wouldn't expect to since they already know they're an experiment in some capacity. with Bela being the only one that knows right now, and seeing how there aren't any other moldy experiments they could drink the blood of to know how they taste, i don't think Cass/Dani would really make the connection

basically, i guess sex doesn't really matter in this case, as the "virginity" refers more to the fact the person (specifically, woman) is "pure" and is not an experiment, rather just some human. i dunno how blood would taste to the Dimis, but i assume they have better sense for making distinctions between flavors, since they can distinguish scents, too

(if that makes sense skdjfh)

i'll probably have to look it up just to be sure how it's interpreted with usual vampires, but for the moment, we'll go with that explanation :D

#asks #to promise the moon #cas out here changing canon #it makes sense in my brain but idk if i articulated it well #to promise the lore

[aayo-whatt]

heyo ayo ^-^

pick a blorbo that is close to you heart and just word vomit about them, im very interested in your favorite characters and the reasoning behind them ^-^ (if you dont want to thats okay too lolol)

*sorry if this is a lil random and out of the blue aaaa*

hihi :>>> and i dont mind random stuff, it just makes me happy seeing ppl in my inbox-

uh- ok hold on, theres gonna be like three (maybe more i cant count-) bc i cant choose between them-

Supernatural i think the shows actually kinda old, but do i care? not one bit im also only at the end of the fourth season, and ive got ten(ish) more to go sooo- (if you know what the show is ignore this, but if not read on: its essentially about these two brothers (sam and dean) who fight supernatural beings title lol -- things like demons, ghosts, monsters, etc basically anything from old mythology from all cultures) anyway- love love love this show bc 1. characters are so good, and like well developed (continuing to develop throughout the show as well) like omg- 2. plot is literally amazing like wth, theres usually a bunch of plot twists 'n stuff, so it keeps you hooked alotta the time and 3. it might be dramatic, but it has its funny moments too (also the fandom is still like *aggressively* active with all the ships-) favourite characters so far- dean, older brother, loves food (like me sometimes), and the reason for most of the jokes in the show (as in he makes them, and ppl make some abt him) honestly hes just really funny and i love him platonically second favourite (he might actually be my first but-) castiel, he doesnt appear till the start of season 4 but its worth the wait, i think ppl find him annoying at first but hes so pretty and i aggresively simp for him platonically, hes also kinda dry but that makes it funnier- (fun fact, ppl ship dean and castiel together -- destiel -- so its funny that they're my two favourite characters-)

Merlin show got cancelled but used to air on BBC, its set in medieval times (king arthur, is legit a character but hes not king yet), so its got magic, sword fighting, the whole thing love the show bc again characters are amazing, plot is amazing, and while its dramatic it has its funny moments (also even though the show ended like ten years ago, fandom is still active and i love that)my favourite character is probably gwaine, i cant explain why he just is (if you watch the show you'll understand)

finally (but *definitely* not least) Haikyuu- idk why i think its mainly just bc the eng dub makes me smile every time i watch one of its episodes- and also probably bc i simp for so many of the characters (shhh-) also recently learnt im a bokuto kinnie do with that what you will *major* sakusa simp, he's just so pretty and i cant handle it, and idc if people think hes distant and moody and stuff bc i literally love him(you can probably tell that by the amount of kiyoomi content i reblog)- i also simp a lot for suna, just bc have u seen him hes pretty as sooo- its also bc i find him funny and i just love him ok? (also low quality suna pics i legit love for some reason-) a character from haikyuu i love but in a more platonic way, is bokuto, again he's pretty- but its also his personality is just so chaotic and i love him for it- especially when him and kuroo are together, it just makes things all the more funnier for me

uh- there's more shows, but this is all i can think of rn- also sorry its so long, i tend to ramble a lot sometimes-

what about you? favourite blorbo/s? feel free to ramble, people being happy makes me happy

#my question has been questioned