#okay but hmo??

[mydarlingdahlia]

NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Here me out for a minute y'all. Naga Itto. Oviposition. LISTEN I PROMISE I'LL PROVIDE GOOD REASONS-

Maybe I've been reading too much fanfiction (that's a lie, you can never read too much) or it's just my freaky nature on steroids because God forbid y'all see the shit I talk about with my friends (also a lie, I'm unhinged, freaky, feral, and horny 24/7/365 and that's that) but LOWKEYYYY??

Can I be like offered to him on an altar or something (what is it with me and sacrifices lately) (???) or I just wanna be...uh..."forcefully borrowed" and whisked away by him off to his lil cave/lair <3 (I don't condone kidnapping, this is fiction, let me be a feral gremlin in peace)

He's just so- so- LOOK AT HIM :(

He's just a baby 🥺 (he could probably kill me with that fucking snake tail and like the crazy bitch I am I'd let him)

Ngl he'd be helpless during breeding (?) season (idk tf do snakes have??)

I'd lay down spread eagle. Ready to be bred.

My favorite himbo, but as a hot snake man hybrid? FUCK YES

3am thoughts hit different on GOD

@glitchtricks94 @i-literally-cant-with-this also tagging you guys cause you feed my delusions like I'm at Christmas dinner/aff :3 💗

#charlotte rambles #genshin impact #arataki itto #naga #monster fucker #tw monsterfucking #naga fucking #okay but hmo?? #this idea could be FIRE 🗣️🔥‼️ #might have to write this down somewhere ong #think about it though #it could be so fucking HOTTTTTT

[garoujo]

those bf’s who unintentionally follow you around the room when they’re talking / listening to you, like if you move to the other end of the kitchen he’s following you — going to put something in the trash? he’s right behind you. bathroom break? he’s huffing when you kick him out before he’s waiting in the hallway till you’re done

#ʚ・◞📎 — em entry. #he just waddles after you BYE LMFOAAJAAKJA #this is sooo megumi to me #ISAGI TOO #GOJO #okay hmo but ITOSHIS #thehre too focused on what you’re saying they don’t realise they’re following u around #they just waddle after u they don’t even realise help akajaka #also this is MIYA ATSUMU TO A T

[smoljeanius]

Okay guys just hmo

Characters belongs to @venomous-qwille

#fnaf sb #jeaniusart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #my art #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach #gitm #gitm fool #gitm misuta #ghost in the machine

[unholyhelbig]

Part two of mafia nat???

Title: The Oversight [Part 2/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 3079

Warnings: Hostage situation, brusing, mentions of child abuse, horrible grammar, and Quiznos

[a/n: Thank you all for the great response to the first chapter! I'm making this a thing, for sure!] Let me know if you're interested in being added to the taglist for this story!

[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]

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“The usual, sweet girl.” You set the plate of pancakes down in front of Veronica. A happy face was painted against the golden surface with whipped cream, with cherries and two slices of bacon divided perfectly for hair. Your daughter never seemed to grow tired of the meal and would swallow down a glass of milk with just a bit of strawberry syrup.

Despite having completed the maze on the back of the kid’s menu at least a dozen times, she remained infatuated, kicking her feet back and forth as the orange crayon made its way through the boldened lines.

You tentatively moved a lock of brunette hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “Eat your food, kiddo. Big day tomorrow.”

Veronica nodded and started to fork down the smiling face. She didn’t speak much, a few words here and there, and that worried you enough to take the day off from work. You had found a speech therapist right outside of the city that accepted your HMO plan with enough fervor that you made the soonest appointment you could.

While you worked hard to shield Veronica from the life that you were determined to break away from, you were distressed. Kids were smart, they didn’t’ get enough credit. You were sure that she noticed the only meals she ate was at this diner and at school. The way that you were here all the time, dressed in the same uniform stained with ketchup and coffee. The way you fell asleep on the second-hand sofa for a few hours at a time.

“She your kid?”

While your back was turned, mind rushing with intrepid thoughts, someone had sidled up against the counter with an empty white mug, its mouth flipped to the ceiling. The blonde looked innocent enough, if not in despite need of the coffee she was asking for. Her accent was thick. Russian or Ukrainian, nothing you could fully place. 

“She is a very good artist.” She tapped her finger against the orange drawing of a sunset in the corner of the placemat. “A lot of talent in this one.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, picking up the coffee pot. The blonde nodded and smiled back as you poured her a cup. “She gets it from her father.”

While you weren’t entirely sure that was true, you did know that the talent wasn’t from you. You never had the artistic eye. Veronica, on the other hand, was a quiet force to be recon with when it came to art. Even at a young age, you knew whole-heartedly that she had a future in it if she stuck with it.

“That so?” The woman took a long sip of her coffee, not flinching at the heat. “She should keep going. It’s important to have something to hold onto.”

The memory flickered in our mind as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It could have been a day, or a week, and your heart ached just as fiercely for your daughter as it always had. She would be in safe hands for now, you were sure. Your sitter knew about your devoted love, your resilience to make sure that Ronnie was okay. You were all she had, and being tied to a chair until your muscles felt like jelly was not a good sign.

You weren’t sure what had pulled you out of a fitful sleep for a few moments, but there was a light squeeze on your shoulder. Your head shot back and collided with something. There was a soft grunt, and your inhale burned your lungs. When you blinked awake, there wasn’t complete darkness. A less harsh light had been turned on.

The blonde from the diner was standing in front of you, robbing a tender spot on the center of her nose. “Ouch, that really hurt!”

“Sorry, I-“ you frowned, snapping your mouth shut. You weren’t going to apologize. You were the one that had been kidnapped, not the other way around. “What’s happening?”

Natasha had left you without another word, and you hated the way you missed her presence. You’d drifted off in the quiet and considered it a better punishment than Clints vicious blows to the face. The girl in front of you held a bottle of water up as a peace offering.

She cracked open the top, and even if you weren’t quite sure if something was in it, you didn’t care at the moment. She guided it to your lips, and a few drops dripped over your chin. It cooled the burning in your throat.

“Thank you,” this time you meant it. Natasha had made it clear that there was no good cop, but this was starting to look like your reprieve. You tested your luck. “If they’re going to kill me, why hold me?”

“They are not going to kill you. Natasha is a cautious woman. She did not get to where she was without crossing a few lines. You claim that you’re not on drugs and my sister wants to make sure that is truthful. Can you blame her?”

From a technical standpoint- no, you couldn’t. You searched for some type of resemblance in the woman and came up with nothing but a slight similarity in the slope of her nose. She smiled, crossing her legs, and sitting back against the chair.  

“Let’s play twenty questions.”

You lifted an eyebrow, and it sent a shooting pain to your temple. “If I get one wrong, do you shoot me?”

She laughed, “No wrong answers. Can you believe that I want to get to know you? I’ll go first. My name is Yelena, and my favorite color is green. Forest green if you would like to get specific, which I would.”

“Dark red.” You said “I’m y/n.”

“Oh, I know. How long have you lived in the city?”

You rolled your shoulders back again. They were stiff. You’ve never been this uncomfortable in your life, and not just socially. There was a cool calmness about Yelena that put you at ease. Though, she was one of your kidnappers, and most-likely a member of the secret underground organization that had inexplicitly frequented the diner.

“My whole life. Not this part of town, though. East lower with my mom and my dad until my mom died and my dad got himself killed when I was seventeen.”

“Foster care?”

“For a year until I was old enough to be out on my own. I’m not going to let my daughter end up the same way. That was the hardest year of my life and if she loses me then… Her father isn’t around, but I’m afraid that going into the system would be best case scenario.”

“She’s six?” Yelena asked.

“And a half, but yes.”

“Non-verbal?”

You nodded again. This felt like a shitty game of twenty questions. Yelena already knew all the answers and you could still taste blood and the aching in your jaw. She tapped her fingers against her knee, uncrossing them and leaning forward.

The ceiling still stretched above you. There were rafters that you could barely make out in the darkness. You blinked so you wouldn’t cry. Still, when you spoke next, your words came out pinched and you couldn’t help but feel weak.

“The world is a horrible place, and the odds are already stacked against her, you know?” You sniffed to keep snot that you couldn’t wipe away from dripping onto your shirt already soiled with blood. “She’s a good kid. She’s funny, and smart, and I want her to have a life where she thinks everything is okay, even if there’s a possibility that it never is. Ronnie doesn’t need to know that. She doesn’t need to know.”

Yelena swallowed hard and nodded. She stood and closed the distance between you. Her hand was warm against you skin as she tentatively wiped away the moisture on your cheek. She gave you the rest of the water. “Okay. Drink.”

You were foolish to trust her. There was something in the water that was tasteless but rendered you unconscious all the same. You blinked awake, not sure how much time had passed. Your mind was swimming relentlessly, being forced in and out of lucidity had done nothing for your resolve.

Sunlight, something you thought you would never see again, flitted through an open window. A cooling summer breeze accompanied the sight. You’d been freed somewhere along the way, and your gratitude wasn’t lost on you.

Dark purple bruises encircled both of your wrists. Your whole body ached, and you let out a low moan at the sudden blinking movement. “Oh… fuck.”

“That’s a beautiful sound.”

Your back was pushed up against a dark oak bedframe, heels shoving you back. There was a lightheadedness swirling around you. A nice bedspread was underneath you, and the room itself was dripping in riches.

It was large with floor to ceiling windows, the walls slathered in deep maroon paint. There was a wall of bookshelves filled with expertly bound books. Two chairs and a small cocktail table was set up in a beam of sunlight.

Natasha held a crystal glass of unidentified alcohol in her hand. The ice floated within the deep brown liquid as if it were afraid to make a sound. She wore a suit, one that hugged her sides. Her lips were painted red to match the walls and she tapped her nail against the glass, observing you.

Her words sent a pang directly to your core, and that embarrassed you more than your exhaustion. Blood flooded into your cheeks and the very corner of Natasha’s lip twitched in response. She set her glass down on the table.

You recoiled as she rose and transplanted herself on the corner of the bed. She was gentle with her movements as if you were an animal that she was afraid to startle. Natasha had a tight hold on her operations. She was nothing more than a myth. Simply the boss.

Somehow, she scared you more now than she did before. When you were tied to the chair, you were certain that you were going to die. But now, in this royal-style room, you were filled with questions about why she let you live.

“I don’t make mistakes, but unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the people who work for me.” She was glaring at the design etched into the duvet, gold embroidery. Her perfectly manicured fingers thumbed the flower. “You were profiled, and you were profiled wrong. I don’t go after single mothers, especially ones that don’t keep certain… habits.”

There was a sinking feeling that you weren’t meant to speak. This was the delicate moment during a hostage situation where the robber has a gun pointed at your head, the finger on the trigger and a burlap sack of money in the opposite hand. Your words would do nothing but loosen the safety.

“This is being dealt with, believe me.” Natasha looked up at you, her eyes fierce, a beautiful fern color that bounded off the darkness of the walls. “But you must understand, y/n, I am not known for my kindness, and I am certainly not known for my mercy. You still took the money, and you still owe me.”   

You drew in a breath, opening your mouth to protest, but Natasha held up her hand and you snapped your jaw shut. There was a bit of amusement in her stare that you didn’t have the mental capacity to dissect.

“Yelena said that you know how to fight. Or, at the very least, take a hit. So, I’m not asking. I’m telling you that work for me until your debt is paid off.”

Natasha had gotten impossibly close to you. That same deep scent of mint filled your lungs. It wasn’t comforting, but it didn’t’ unsettle you anymore, and neither did her warmth. You winched when she reached up and grabbed your face, squeezing softer than Clint had, her nails still dug into soft bruising.

She whispered her words, breath hot on your lips. “You belong to me now, and I don’t always play nice.”

Natasha ‘not playing nice’ looked a lot like having a driver drop you off in front of your apartment without your shoes. The sidewalk was cold despite the hot day, and as you stared up at your unit, you swore that the curtains flickered. You blinked and squeezed the bridge of your nose immediately regretting it the second you felt the shooting pain reach your eardrums.

They had taken your keys, presumably to make copies, and the sweatpants that you were given were much too big around your waist. You had sinched them with a shoestring, just counting yourself lucky that they’d provided a change of clothes in the first place. Even the shirt was stained and had a logo on it for a defunct Quiznos in queens.

Your body threatened to give out as you took the stairs two at a time up to your apartment. You still didn’t’ have a grasp on how much time had passed, but it was evening when you left work, and the sun felt like a mid-day assault on your senses.

Frantically, you knocked on your neighbor’s door, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants. Natasha’s pants. More than likely- Clints pants. It took a few moments for the door to swing open, but when it did, you were flooded with relief.

Darcy had an eyebrow lifted at you. “Holy shit,”

You didn’t let her get another word in edgewise before you engulfed her in a hug. She let out a breath at the impact and after a few seconds, pulled you in closer. Darcy was a friend, someone you trusted enough to watch your daughter. There was a soft spot in your heart for her. You didn’t let go when she backed the two of you into the living room and let the door fall shut behind you.

“I was three seconds from calling the police, y/n.” she pulled back, squeezing your shoulders. “What happened to you?”

You were instructed on what to say, word for word. You’d repeated it twice to Natasha and once to the driver. Lying to Darcy, someone who was the equivalent of a lie detector. Her eyes were hard, her voice hushed.

“I got jumped by a couple of guys on the way out of the restaurant. I was stranded on the other side of town, no phone. I tried to get here as soon as possible but I got a little banged up. I’m okay, a little shaken, but okay.” You frowned, “What day is it?”

Your eyes searched the room for a clock, for anything that would give you indication, but Darcy, while one of the sweetest people you had ever met, was a bit scatter-brained. You trusted her with your daughter, and with your own life, but there were spare computer parts strung out across her coffee table, on the couch, and the television stand.

“Y/n, you’ve been gone for two days.” She lifted your chin with a curled finger, making a hissing noise as she sucked in a breath “Oh they got you good. You’re sure you don’t want to press charges?”

“More trouble than it’s worth.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I would love an icepack, though. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“I’ve got frozen peas and corn, dealers’ choice. Ronnie finally fell asleep; I kept telling her that nothing was wrong but she’s too preceptive for her own good sometimes.”

It was a bad move, but you gave Darcy a thankful squeeze on the shoulder and moved down the hall to the guest room.  It was the cleanest place in the house, reserved for visitors. Darcy still had zoomed in photos of computer chips. They were like little mazes without an escape, her personality shining through.

Veronica was laying on top of the duvet, curled up in a blanket that was typically strewn across the base of the bed. She wasn’t asleep, her tempered gray eyes flicking to the door and then lighting up when she realized that it was you. You leaned against the doorframe, warmth flooding you.

You wrapped her in a bone-crunching hug, squeezing her into you as if you never wanted to let her go. She smelled like Darcy’s shampoo, a light floral concoction that comforted you. Ronnie’s hand squeezing the fabric of your borrowed shirt.

“Hi, baby” you pulled back slightly, enough room for you to give her a kiss on the forehead, pushing back ringlets of curly hair. “I missed you.”

Her nose scrunched up and her little fingers ghosted so softly over the pulsing bruises on your face. You never wanted her to see you like this, for anyone to see you like this, but at the moment you didn’t care. Having her in your arms was enough to erase all of that doubt.

“It’s alright. I’m alright,” You assured, and she crunched her nose again. “Oh, you think I stink?”

You probably did. You’d been strapped to a chair for 48 hours, nearly vomiting up what little food you’d consumed the night of your abduction. You’d sweat through your clothes, and the borrowed ones weren’t much better in the scent department.

“Too bad, little one,” you poked at her sides, eliciting an infectious giggle. “You’re stuck with me, stink and all.”

You let yourself go slack against her, trapping her under one of your arms. Veronica playfully tried to shove you off and you let out a grunt at each attempt. Eventually her arms wrapped around yours and she settled into you.

Maybe some sleep wouldn’t do you bad. Your body was about to give out, and the only instructions you’d gotten from Natasha other than the white lie of your injuries, was to hang tight and heal until she contacted you, and she would contact you.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted, so I brought both.” Darcy said from the doorway. You mumbled into the pillow in response, nothing legible. “Oh, we’re cuddling, or is this a hostage situation?”

You winced internally at the words, but sighed contentedly when you felt the weight of the frozen vegetables against your shoulder blades. You melted into the pillows, the bed dipping down as Darcy laid on the other side of Ronnie, as you drifted off to sleep.

[Taglist🕷♡: @dumbasslesbi, @lostremind, @toocreativeforausername @autorasexy @eringranola @mikookaaaaaao @marvelwoman-simp @pacmanmiles @mostlymarvelsstuff]

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x you #Black widow #Black widow x reader #Mafia au #Mafia boss au #Mafia Natasha Romanoff #Marvel #Marvel Fanfic #Yelena Belova #darcy lewis

[kairiscorner]

SHY MIGGY X EQUALLY SHY Y/N. HMO.

OWKWJDJFKKSKSJKS I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED THIS

shy!miguel o'hara x shy!gn!reader headcanons.

he had secretly admired you from afar for the last few months that you had known each other. he does get pretty self-conscious about it sometimes (well, most of the time, tbh) and he does pry his eyes away from you as much as he can–but there are moments when he just gets lost in thinking about you and admiring you while you're off doing your own thing, as if he's hypnotized by you and all of you.

he has tried so many times to approach you and compliment you, tell you the truth about how he feels towards you to get the feeling over with, and to just be closer to you outside of work; but he can never hold on to the courage long enough for you to get the hint that he likes you so, so much.

being the shy type yourself, you tend to put yourself away from the spotlight–without even realizing it sometimes. so whenever miguel goes over to you and tries to confess he true feelings, you always have this tendency to see him as an intimidating leader–which he is, for the most part, just not around you.

he gets worried sometimes whenever you shirk away from him even more than you usually do around others, making him sometimes think he did something wrong.

he wants to correct any and all mistakes in his way of approaching you, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable, so of course, he tries to change himself up to seem more confident and more friendly–but this freaks you out even more because you're never used to a friendly miguel.

you sometimes feel like you're walking on eggshells around him, and as friendly as he appears, you can't help but wanna look away to the side or to the ground out of sheer embarrassment and shyness at how such a big, commanding man is taking the time out of his day to talk to you about something alone.

he does get lost in his own head sometimes when he sees you lose your composure over him–the stuttering, the way your eyes hop between here and there every time he speaks, the way you gasp a little when he calls your attention, and the way you jolt up and gently bite your lip whenever he gets closer–makes him lose his composure as well and makes him fall for you even harder and overthink even more about all of this.

he doesn't know how to tell you how much he admires you and your silent self when you're doing something you like, how much he loves you when you're talking because you don't seem to do that very often–how much he wants to hear you talk and just be yourself; and how much he loves being close to you and having you be comfortable and happy around him, even with all your pretty little shy traits making you cuter than you already are.

"shock it, i... look, i-i... i love you, okay?" he blurted out as he felt his face heating up and getting fuzzier, with his lower lip quivering in anxiety as he hoped you wouldn't take this the wrong way and make him think he's a creep or whatnot. your eyes widened and your face got all warm, you gasped gently after you processed what he just told you. "i... love you, too, miguel... i always, always have." you respond as you stared down at your feet in embarrassment, but didn't regret being honest with him.

miguel blinked back in confusion and surprise, you seriously... no way.

"y-you do?" he asked you in a soft voice as you gently raised your head and nodded. miguel felt his heart hammer incessantly in his chest as he watched your beautiful eyes look up into his own, your flustered expression making him love you even more. "th-then... i love you more." he says, trying to hold on to his pride as he felt himself folding for you, making you involuntarily giggle, which sent him over the edge and made him look all the more embarrassed and happy that you reciprocated his feelings.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

[garbagechocolate]

Hi, did you ever share what is "eye for an eye" au is about? saw your desing for a while now and I think its reeeaaally cool! the animatic is also really funny! so can we know more about it? :D

Yeah sure! Basically a long time ago there were many gods, and two of them (BM twins, Caedis and Morbus). Caedis was in charge of Peace and Morbus was in charge of Prosperity (and the opposite of)

One day they went rogue and the higher ups decided to strip them of their powers and lock them up. The two were sewn together, Morbus had his eyes blinded and Caedis and his mouth muted.

Fast forward a couple thousand years. A town has been built near the cave that imprisons them. The towns people spread rumors about the cave and speak about an ancient God and such but no one really believes it, they just think it's a silly story. M/C (Who I'll be referring to as Micah) lives in this town with their sibling, Remy.

Micah and Remy are getting targeted by neighbors for being from out of town, and Micah being. A little weird. Remy's bullied by proxy but they're grown adults! They can deal with it maturely!

Wrong! Micah goes into the cave for shiggles, finds out how to OPEN the cave, and approaches a stone pedestal with a handprint on it. They place their hand onto it and a needle stabs through their hand, and they watch the prison light up.

The walls are covered in engravings and chains and eerie lights illuminate a figure chained in front of Micah.

"Little mortal came to make a wish? Silly child. There's no use to pray. Even if we would grant it, our powers are locked away."

And Micah goes "Okay and"

They exchange talking back and forth until Micah goes "Okay just hmo"

And Bloodmoon's hears him out, expecting some wish to fix her town or whatever

Naur he wants a family dead

A family and their extended bloodline

So bloodmoon's obviously intrigued by this, and agrees to kill them for her if hhe'll return his powers to him

Bloodmoon tells them,

"If you free us and our powers, we'll answer your prayer. Go to each lock and temple, destroy each layer."

So yeah deal with the devil type thing. This is sealed and Bloodmoon IS freed from his shackles but new ones connect them to Micah, who's. Kind of going through smth rn.

#trashlate #ask #au #eye for an eye au #bloodmoon #micah #bloodmoon x reader #bloodmoon fnaf #fnaf bloodmoon #textpost #text post #lore #ramble #rambles

[quartztwst]

r there any miku figures you would assign to octa 🗣️🗣️

I JUST WATCHED A VIDEO OF SOMEONE RANKING ALL THE MIKU NENDOROIDS SO I KINDA NOW WHAT IM DOING

so first miku nendoroids

JADE LEECH IS 2013 SNOW MIKU NENDOROID

i think the clothes are really cozy and warm and the buns are super cute

there is no full size one because I think this is based off her 3d model?? but it’s very cute

FLOYD LEECH IS MIKU ABSOLUTE HMO EDITION NENDOROID

i found the long sleeves cute AND SHE HAS DRUMS

AZUL ASHENGROTTO IS MIKU WITH YOU 2021 NENDOROID

idk why but I found the hat to be cute and i like her hair

HER FULL FIGURE IS DAZZLING THOUGH her nendoroid really waters it down a bit 😭😭😭

okay to the real figures though…

Jade is LAM Rock Singer Miku

I STILL WONT EVER GET OVER PUNK JADE IDKK the figure is real nice though

Floyd is JAPAN TOUR 2023 Miku Thunderbolt vers

AT FIRST GLANCE, IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND THE FIGURE’S POSITION AND BACKGROUND but when you keep looking at it, it’s easy. IT’S LIKE FLOYD I SWEAR.

Azul is Deep Sea Girl Miku figure

ITS A PRETTY FIGURE FOR ME AND ALSO ITS IN THE SEA (azul doesn’t like the sea very much tho)

or this one can be Azul’s bc I THINK IT’S GORGEOOUSS

#azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech

[ndlqzrz]

Niko is such a strange person. Not in the way he's weird but like I've never come across something like him. And I don't think I ever will. One of the reasons I like him so much is he doesn't care. He doesn't care if he's cringe or chaotic, or weird. He's so....Niko. He's so attractive without even trying. He's so sweet and humble as well. For someone as cool and amazing as him. I want to kiss him on the mouth.

Prepare yrself for a long paragraph.. (essay basically)

This bro. (The end is crazy babe but u ate regardless) I swear i’ve been trynna explain to my friends and they wont hmo😭. Like omg don’t get me started bae (oops u did..) like as u said he’s so sweet and humble, like wtv about the trolling you can tell he’s genuinely a nice person. Like he’s so generous and kind like omd. Nice guys 🔛🔝 fuck ‘bad boys’ the hell? He’s so funny as-well like from being unintentionally funny and his little sarcastic and side comments omfg. AND THE COMMENTARY MAN HELP ME😭. I BE ALMOST JOKING ON MY WATER FROM LAUGHING ISTG. Stop and his cuteness istg. Like he’s actually a cutie patootie. I was talking to one of my moots about it, she brought up his sleepy voice in the last to fall asleep vid and omfg. Part of me was like ‘🤭😻’ and the other part was ‘🥹💔’ LIKE. And the way he was hugging everyone when they came back omg :(. Stop AND (i think I’ve said and 42 times) his little downward smile I swr i’m the only one to bring this up omds, adorbs. His confidence is another thing that just.. fucking hell. (I think this is a problem..!!) yk how hot it is, genuinely? The way this man can go up to someone, say the most vile disgusting unhumane horrid cancellable thing on planet earth, and walk away like it never happened? 🛐🛐🫶🏻🫶🏻💍💍. Marriage. Omfd. Stop and he’s actually so smart as well like? Him those quiz vids.. omfg bro how does this man know that much? Like? Icl tho when he said ‘according to my calculations’ in that one vid.. I- 💀 niko babe no..!! Stop but yk when he puts his hands up and holds them while concentrating & has that one look on his face?! Yeah.. idk.. sm about that.. like.. 🫣😓🤔😶🤗🤭.. yous can say what u want about that but, me personally? ☺️👏🫶🏻🛐. No bcuz he’s genuinely so fine as well tho my friends are trippin. Like that man, omds. From his eyes to his smile to his HANDS (i had to mention them bro i’ve seen an edit..) like OMDJWKSJDJSWJJWJWJWJWJSJSKJWJSNWNWKWKEJEKWKEKWKW. I do not care that he walks like a 75yo with a walking stick. He’s fine. Bro him in a suit hits so diff bro omfds. Istg anytime I see him in a suit I nearly pass out. Unrelated but he likes the barbie movie. ☺️. Love him 4 that. Had to mention it bc surprisingly (not rlly) their aren’t a-lot of men who do.. (like its not based on what some of them do irl but okay!!) His eyes are actually so.. omfswiwosiw. Like yes stare at me like that bae!! 😻. Anyways I’m gonna stop now bc I feel like it’s getting out of hand guys.. *I will continue this in my notes*

BYE😭

[mercymermaid]

okay

so

aristotle is such a lil skrunkly guy

and i hope he doesn't turn out some sort of villain

and we get lots of angsty backstory because like hmo here you can't look at this capable powerful knowledgeable strong father figure and not think "wow, this guy can fit so much sad stuff"

they're the perfect candidate with the whole arthur situation

#bbu #billie bust up #bbu aristotle #mercy rambles

[meviesdust]

okay but hmo. adhd evie who talks way too much and always rambles about her hyperfixations. like she will talk for HOURS about science and fashion or a book shes reading and she's always felt annoying and like an inconvenience and everytime she tries to tone it down it gets worse. but mals the opposite, shes more on the quiet introverted side, she doesnt like talking too much. and shes so head over heels in love with evie and her voice. she could listen to her talk for hours and that makes them the perfect pair and mal never makes evie feel annoying, and she'll lusten contently and even add in little questions just to see evies eyes light up before answering them in depth.

bonus points for mal often having nightmares (as does evie) due to her time on the isle, and she can only fall into a peaceful sleep to the sound of evies calming voice

#this may be me projecting #the love i have for them is astronomical #mevie #malvie #imagine your otp #ao3 #descendants #descendants prompts #fluff #prompts #drabbles #fanfic

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

plEASE i do this w every polyship so hmo

POLYHORNETS BEACH DAY

slam dunks the floor and runs

okay so, heres what i think. all the boys enjoy the beach, however this is a headcanon you may thank my lovely partner for, but tim. cannot swim. SO

he mostly hangs out in the shallow part of the water, chilling in the sand or sitting under their umbrella. when he gets in the water he definitely wont go past where he can touch the ground, unless....perhaps..... a really strong swimmer..... just kinda held him out there....

speaking of!! i think alex kralie is NOT sports person whatsoever, but i think he does enjoy swimming and when at the beach i think he would be the type to swim like WAY too far out. brians like alex stop the life guard says theres a rip current out today :// and alex is like what. you think i cant swim well enough to handle that???? and brian thinks it would be funny to just agree, so now theyre both way too far out. jay is stressed over it, but tim is just happy that jay is hanging out with him in the sand.

jay would definitely collect seashells, and i could see him and brian really enjoying going for walks together. the little nature boys lol

#asks #polyhornets

[cloudymistedskies]

HMO OKKK

TANJIRO AND MILO WHERE THEY ARE DRINKING MILKSHAKES TOGETHER OR SMTHHHHH<3333

OKAY I DIDN'T EXACTLY DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO BUUUT

POV: You tried to take a picture of them drinking but they saw you and freaked out HDSFHFSDHDFS

Mari-core thing

#cloudy asks #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny oc #demon slayer oc #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kny tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #oc x canon #oc x canon shipping #oc x canon art #oc x character

[barking]

okay my new pcp is already infinitely fucking better than my old one who did not give a singular shit. already have MRI and rheumatology referrals pending (fuck you HMOs) and am getting a bunch of blood panels done. here's to hoping every result comes back fine, but its fucking huge that im even getting seen. after so many years. thank fucking god.

#its a bit scary because we're testing specifically for MS with the mri but still

[theharlotofferelden]

Call my dentist office to ask them to send me my x rays so that I can show them to the periodontist when I see them tomorrow. Everything goes well. She calls me back 2 min later asking if I she should cancel the appointment because of the “insurance change.”

I immediately assume it’s about the whole thing with X insurance company buying Y insurance company that my OG insurance does their dental thru so I explain that to her as briefly as I can.

She then tells me she understands but that my insurance changed from a PTO (sp?) plan to an HMO (sp?) plan and that they don’t accept my type of plan. So I’m like. Okay. End up canceling my appointment as politely as possible but I’m like

😐😐😐

#personal: vent #for fucks sake

[kairiscorner]

OK HMO

If most spider people would swing with their civilian S/Os… this time Jess takes you on a motorbike ride for a late night date 👀

OH SHE WOULDDDD she's so kickass what...... also this'll be pre-pregnancy jess !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

late night drive — jessica drew x civilian!reader

"what're you staring for?" she asked you with a grin as you gawked at her motorbike and back at her with a wide smile. you chuckled nervously as she tossed a helmet at you. "jess, i, uh..." "if you're gonna tell me you're too scared, then guess we can call it a night." she teased as you took a step forward. "oh, no! no, no, i... i just wasn't expecting for you to--" "well, honey, expect the unexpected when dating me." she quipped as you smiled even broader at her and hastily put the helmet on.

you climbed up onto the motorbike and adjusted your bottom on it, still feeling like this was a dream. jess had always warned everyone else who came close to touching her motorbike to never lay a finger on it, and you assumed the same went for you, too. but tonight, you had the luxury of riding on her motorbike--being this close to her when nobody but her has the authority to ride her motorbike; though luckily, you're the only one she has a soft spot for.

"hope you're ready for this, hon." she said as you tried to hold on to her, awkwardly shifting from holding on to her shoulders, to her hips, to her waist. before you could get another word out, jess revved up the engine and sped through the empty highway. this was the best time at night, or really early morning; hardly any traffic to keep you two from driving off into the distance, with jess asking you if you were okay, and when she heard your answer, she'd rev up her engine even more and take you on an even faster ride!

it felt so terrifying, yet exhilarating, all at once. you found yourself clinging on to jess, and though she'd tease you for this in a regular setting, she was starting grow even fonder at how much you clung to her. she'd do a few stunts to impress you, nothing too dangerous, but just enough to get you screaming and holding on to her for dear life. "babe!" she exclaimed as you held her tightly, barely able to hear her as the wind passed you by harshly. "yeah?" you responded to her as you peered up at her, with her turning her head a little to look at your eyes. "i love you!" she said with a grand grin on her face as you got flustered by her affectionate words. "i... i love you, too!" you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around her even tighter as she got flustered, too, in the face and smiled wider.

jess was always reminded by you why she became spider woman, why she agreed to take on the responsibility of the powers she was bestowed; it's to make the world safer for not only citizens who can't defend themselves, but to hear, see, and feel you close to her and let you live a life of peace and quiet, like what she promised you. though, a little bit of chaotic fun every now and then is good, isn't it? and man... did she do a lot of living in this moment right now with you, it's all she's wanted and will ever want, as long as she's standing.

#jessica drew #jessica drew x reader #jessica drew x you #jessica drew x y/n #jessica drew fluff #jessica drew fanfiction #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

[idiotlittleme]

So I got covid (2nd time)

Which in the middle of a full-blown war is just👌👌👌

And I called my HMO to understand what should I do and they were like "well, there are no state guidelines but we do have a 24/7 line in which you can talk to a doctor for free" and I was like "yah okay" and I called them and the doctor was like "look, I know you don't HAVE to quarantine, but I WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT, ALSO PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE BEFORE YOU HAVE A NEGATIVE TEST & TAKE AT LEAST 5 DAYS OFF"

And yeah, it was passive aggressive against my awful government and their unexisting covid guidelines while this shit is still here, but it was very helpfull

I guess what I'm trying to say is-

If you have covid please act according to doctors' recommendations and not only state guidelines.

STAY FUCKING SAFE

#covid #war #covid19 #israel #palestine #you would've tought life here couldn't be anymore complicated