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chamomiletealeaf · 1 month

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Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

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buckets-and-trees · 10 months

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Hehe I’m here with a dare 😏

So I’m such a sucker for angst but with a happy ending - I’d love to hear how you would go about writing a forced proximity meets the one that got away fic, from what I’ve read of your writing I feel like you’d really do those tropes justice

Alright, Em... let me stretch my fingers and get ready for this one...

I THOUGHT about this.

Ari Levinson

Modern AU - college and then mid-to-late-30s Ari

We're going to call this... er... maybe an "imagine-novella"? It kind of ended up being a 2500-word plot exploration. No content warnings, only some language.

You meet Ari in college. He’s tall and toned and tanned, always in a baseball cap unless forced otherwise, and he’s already sporting a full beard and looking good with it. He’s a couple of years older because he worked out of high school before for a couple of years - long enough to put enough away to pay for tuition without being a burden on his parents. When you meet him, it's when there's the huge club rush out on the quad your junior year. It's in the middle of campus in the first weeks of the semester so everyone does wander through by the nature of when and where it is. You see the table for the radio station on campus. Truthfully you don't even notice him at first. You're standing twenty feet away looking at the sign and thinking about whether or not it's worth it, maybe shake things up, you love music - you're that friend always making the playlists, discovering new songs and bands, dying to go to big music festivals, etc, and your campus has a radio station...

Someone else was talking to him as he's running that table, and they leave and then he sees you standing there, and, "Hey! You!"

It jolts you out of your thoughts and you're caught off guard for just a half a second, and go, "Me?"

He grins, "Yeah, you."

Your feet move before you even really think about it because ... that's just what you do when people call you over. It’s an instant crush for you but you try and reign it in, because he's excited that you're actually interested in the station, and you genuinely are excited about it. He's a Journalism and Communications major and the station manager, and so he gives you the pitch to come to an info meeting they're going to have, he'd love to see you there.

And you do go. Because... it doesn't matter that he's cute. The more you keep thinking about it, you decide it would actually be fun. You get a show, you make a lot of new friends with the other station people - some of them are total nerds, but they're all fun or nice or a little bit irreverent, and so station meetings once a month are fun. You're a good DJ. You have fun with your shows. Ari takes note - he appreciates it. The station is his baby. He puts everything into it. He's not outgoing, even though he's charismatic, but he can't help but gravitate to the people who really fucking love it like him. You don't get to know him super well that first year, but when it's time for him to appoint new directors to run the station the next year, he pulls you aside and says he loves what you've done with your show and wants you to think about applying for a director position.

You do. It's going to be your last year of college, the DJ gig hasn't been work, it's just been fun, and ... you love being part of the team, love to work on exciting projects, dig your hands into the dirt and make something great, so yeah. You throw your hat in the ring, because why not? And it could be an extra thing to go on your grad school applications.

Ari not only picks you for the team, he actually ends up picking you to be the director of programming, his number two, the one who oversees the DJs and putting together the roster for shows each semester. And that's what launches everything to a new level.

You lock down DJs that you want to come back the next fall, you both go away for the summer, but now you're texting somewhat regularly about ideas for the next year, things you'll work on, and the real working friendship develops. When fall semester starts and it's full speed on the ground, you and the team of directors really work to make the station great, but it's A LOT of you and Ari.

And to say he becomes one of your best friends senior year? Maybe. You tread that line because there's still that part of your heart that crushes on him, but the part that loves doing everything station and music and working on this big beast together? That's big. You let that be the focus. Because it's fun. And he's fun. And he's brilliant (like you, which is why he likes you) and ambitious (like you) and he's got this great, rich laugh that you get to hear a lot. And a lot of your other friends are busy with their senior years, too, and so are you, and so you don't mind any of the time you spend working on the station with Ari and the other directors and the DJs who are just this pack of a couple dozen people who come and go. But a lot of you and Ari.

And he doesn't date anyone. Not the entire time you know him. You heard/thought maybe there were some hook ups he indulged in during your junior year, but not that year before you both graduate. He clearly doesn't have time for a girlfriend and doesn't love anything more than the station, but you do think - just a little bit - just in the back of your head sometimes - that maybe you don't hear about him with anyone this year because... he's not going to date you - that would be unprofessional for you two and the station - but maybe it's because you are close. And maybe as you get closer to the end of the year... maybe he's going to make a move. He's always said he's already a confirmed old bachelor, but the way he smiles at you, the way he values your opinion, how often he says how amazing you are and how he appreciates you... you're going to be the girl who finally gets him.

But time is running out. And even though you both pour your hearts into the station together, there are never any late nights (those are given to studying, passing classes, etc). The last month, he says stuff like he's never going to see any of you again. Jokingly. You all laugh as directors because how could he mean it? He's made you all a family.

He makes more comments like that in the last weeks and days, and when he says he's going to shut down all of his social media, because he only had it to run and promote the station, you call him on his bullshit. And he says no. He's serious. He's going to go into journalistic photography, and he's going to create the network he needs where he needs it, but he's not playing the PR games to do it - the dream is wild nature photography, work in remote locations, never talk to humans again if he can help it. And it's so stupid. You tell Ari he's being ridiculous. He can't want to live so far off the grid.

"I'm sorry," he says, kindly but matter-of-factly. "But when we graduate, I'm never talking to any of you ever again."

You scoff. But this conversation is now just you and him in the station on a Saturday afternoon. But then you look at him for a half a second and really see his face. And you think he means it. "Ari, I did not give my fucking heart and soul into this station for the last year as your friend for you to never talk to me again. You at least owe me a lunch five years from now."

He smiles. "Okay. Maybe in five years. You find me in five years and I promise I'll take you to lunch."

And you graduate a week later, and he says goodbye, and you're not sad about it. Maybe just a bit wistful for what might have been. But after that specific "five years" conversation, you realize it was only you who was maybe a bit foolishly hopeful. He'd really never led you on. You never told him you had a crush (you had tried to keep it professional, because you did genuinely love the friendship) and he'd never given you or anyone else any illusion that he was there for anything other than working on the station and that bonding and camaraderie. If he had led you on, if there had been late nights, maybe you would've been hurt. But aside from being secretly hopeful, there really wasn't much harm done by your pining. But maybe in five years, you'll look him up for that lunch he agreed to.

He does fall off the gridl You take a busy summer job and then a paid internship in the fall, and you try and track him a bit, but you do just… get busy and move forward. You think of Ari a lot, but less and less as the time goes on. You know the name of the newspaper he was going to start off with right after graduation, and although he got rid of social media, he did have a beautiful website he set up for his photography. And you check that once in a while, but less and less. You get a fulltime job after the internship, and your life becomes even more full with the things that aren’t Ari, and sometimes you think about him, but most times you don’t.

When that five years rolls around, you start to think of him more again.

But you let it come and go.

You didn’t necessarily feel like you were living your best life, and if you were going to get one lunch to win over the one who got away and make him realize you were the love of his life… maybe you’d feel a little better – a little more accomplished, go to the gym more, be really something – in ten years.

Fleeting thought in ten years. Though you do think of him when you realize it’s that ten year mark. And you just kind of smile because ten years ago you was so wildly for him, and five years ago you was still a touch foolishly hopeful, and wouldn’t it be something if you did look him up now? But you really don’t need to anymore.

Then a couple of years later, you move to a new place, and without ever even trying, who else should somehow be living two doors down from you but Ari fucking Levinson?

And he sees you first. He’s just gotten home, opened the door from the garage into the house to be reunited with his good girl – a beautiful golden retriever who’s waited for him all day, walked with her trotting along at his side out to his mailbox, and looks down the street to see who’s just sending off the movers out of curiosity for who’s moving into the neighborhood, and he does a fucking double take because it’s you.

His god damn jaw drops and he laughs and then calls out your name.

You turn, hardly believing it but knowing that voice anywhere, and you laugh and shake your head. “Ari Levinson?”

You push the messy hair from the long day’s work of moving out of your face and are glad you’re not besotted for this man anymore, even if he does look like even more of an Adonis now, because you do know you look a mess, but you don’t even care. Having moved out of state for this dream job, you couldn’t be any more happy just to have someone from your past right at your new home base.

“’Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world!’”

He meets you halfway, and he pauses a beat away from you because he’s not a hugger, but somehow there’s just this draw to hug you, and so he does. Only surprising to you for a second, but you’re so tired and it’s been a good day but a long day, and you were excited for this move, but you can’t deny a familiar face just feels good, so you melt into him just for the comfort of it for a moment. It’s just nice.

And when you pull back, the obedient but attentive dog draws your attention, lighting your face up with a beautiful grin. “Can I pet your dog?!”

But the two of you are already drawn to each other and bonding before he gets the, “Sure, of course,” out of his mouth.

He doesn’t wear those old baseball caps every day anymore, so he pushes his hand through his hair, and that move has practically made women drop their panties for him over the years, but you don’t even notice, too busy showering affection on his sweet golden girl while the two of you exchange the kind of words two of the oldest friends do when they haven’t seen each other in ages. Why is his chest so tight and warm all at once. Why does he have the thought cross his mind that you showing up here feels like home? Why are you falling in love with his dog and not with him? Wait, why did he think that?

This feels like a slippery slope.

But maybe he doesn’t fucking care.

When he is back inside his house, starting to pull something from the fridge to heat up for dinner, he remembers that he promised you a dinner.

It’s later than you two made the deal for, but… he’ll start there.

Just old friends who are new neighbors.

That night when he’s plugging his phone in to charge before bed, he remembers that he never did get rid of your contact in his phone. You might have the same number.

What he doesn’t know is that when he left the harbor, sure, you waited with that boat hopefully for a bit, but then you finally took your ship and sailed – everywhere really – and you may be eager to fall happily in love with his dog and genuinely grateful to know you’ll have someone in your corner on this new adventure, but you want nothing more than that good friendship in your life. He was one of your greatest friends all those years ago. But you finally got over that pining crush, and here’s no way you’ll be foolish enough to fall for him again, nor do you want to. You couldn’t ask for more than to have your old friend as your new neighbor, with his gorgeous golden retriever.

Ari does text you that night… just a welcome to the neighborhood again, and that he thinks he owes you a dinner, if he remembers correctly (he does, he’s just being casually clever), so he’s gotta take you out tomorrow night.

And it is still the same number, but you fell into the blissful rest of your bed, exhausted after move in day, so you don’t even see it that night. It will wait until you get to it in the morning.

Just like Ari will have to wait for what he wants. And work to try to even bring you around again.

Will he have waited too long and you’ll be the one who got away?

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson imagine #aspen's extended anniversary sleepover #em/writing for marvel #sleepover dare

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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You Know Each Other? - Paul Lahote

Paul x Fem!reader

Emmet x friend reader

Warnings: Jealously?

Word count: 934

Summary: Paul getting extremely protective over his imprint the reader. When they meet up with the Cullens and it turns out Y/n and Emmet know eachother and are really close friends.

Arthors Note: I like putting Paul with a strong reader cause I think his imprint would have to be very strong and opinionated to be able to put up with him. Everyone puts him with these shy little wallflowers and I get that it's cute and he’d be protective and sweet but no one puts him with someone who would challenge him on occasions.

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“That last name sounds familiar.” Y/n wondered out loud as they were talking about their plans for tomorrow. The last name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“Cullen?” Paul questioned confused on how she would know that name. She hadn’t been in Forks long enough.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. But I can’t place where from.”

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed but Y/n could tell what he was thinking.

“No, Paul.” Y/n turned her head to him as he readjusted himself on their couch.

“What?” Paul said playing innocent but he knew she knew.

“I know that look.” Y/n stated poking Paul in the chest.

“What look? I’m not doing a look.” Paul raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Yes, you are and I’m going.” Y/n nodded and gave him a strict look with her eyes. She was going whether he liked it or not.

“Sometimes I hate how well you know me.” Paul growled out frustrated but he knew there was no stopping her.

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“Just stay close to me. Please.” Paul pleaded to Y/n as they pulled up to the clearing where the pack and the Cullens were meeting up. Just to update each other on things and hang out, have some fun. Ever since they had to team up together things had been good between the two groups.

“I’ll do what I want when I want. You don’t own me.” Y/n turned to look at him as she spoke. “I love that you're protective of me but they're not going to hurt me so, chill. Please.”

“You’re lucky your my imprint.” he grumbled pulling her into his chest and kissing her. Not many people could talk to him like that and live.

“An that you love me.” Y/n smiled up at him goofy.

“Yeah, that too.” Paul nodded mirroring her smile before they kissed again.

“y/n?” Someone said and Y/n pulled away from Paul who had decided to tickle her upon hearing her name. Even the voice sounded familiar.

“Emmett?” Y/n looked over shocked to see him there.

“Well holy shit girl!” Emmett ran towards her and Y/n meet him in the middle. He picked her up in a big tight hug, spinning her around. Y/n could see Rosalie smiling over at them.

“Long time no see Em!” Y/n laughed happily, hugging him back tight as well.

“How’ve you been girly?” Emmett asked as he put her down with a smile on his face. It had been a year or two since they had seen each other.

“I’ve been great. What about you? If I knew you were one of the Cullen’s in town I would’ve tried to contact you earlier.” Y/n answered nodding, it was great getting to see him again. Y/n had met all the Cullen’s a few years back. She knew what they were and didn’t care, she had missed them. At least now she knew some people in town.

Y/n had met Paul out of Forks and came back with him to visit and so he could explain the imprint thing better. So she didn’t really know anyone in the town she had pretty much moved into.

“Been awesome and don’t worry about it. But hey do you live in town now?” he asked smiling, Emmett couldn’t help it he missed the girl he thought of as a sister.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, now I do. I’m Lahote’s imprint.”

“Pauls imprint?” Emmett raised his eyebrows in shock.

“Yeah, that's right.” Paul said gruffly as he approached the two. It was no secret how Paul Emmett didn’t get along. An now his imprint seemed to be good friends with his enemy.

Y/n smacked Paul's shoulder. “Cool it.”

“Nah, he’s ok Y/n/n. Just protecting his girl. Even though I’m no threat.” Emmett shrugged off Paul's aggressive nature. He’d do the same thing. Whether it was Rosalie or even Y/n.

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed with a scowl on his face.

“We’re good friends Paul. Emmett’s like a brother to me.” Y/n stated with an eye roll directed to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, man. She’s like a little sister to me. I will tell you though, your a lucky man to have her.” Emmett said, it was honestly a compliment towards Paul but even Emmett had the sense to know Paul probably wouldn’t take it as one.

“Oh, he knows.” Y/n smiled over in Paul's direction next to her. She was joking but Paul knew it was true.

Emmett laughed. “I’m sure he does. But if you ever hurt her I will come after you. Got it?”

To say Paul was shocked, about multiple things would be an understatement. But he nodded to the vampires’ statement. “Yeah.”

With that Emmett left the new couple be and headed back over to Rosalie and Alice.

Y/n turned to face Paul, stepping closer to him. “I’m yours you can cool the hostility.”

Paul looked at her and sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I get your mortal enemies or whatever but he’s one of my bestest most close friends. Can you please just try? For me?” Y/n asked giving him her best puppy dog eyes she could.

Paul rolled his eyes but nodded none the less. He’d do anything for her, even try and be friends or at least sivial with Emmett Cullen. “For you.”

Y/n smiled placing her hands on his shoulder, using them as leverage to lean up and kiss him. She was truly grateful that he would try for her.

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mrghostrat · 5 months

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OK IM ANSWERING ASKS!! open for some delightful streamer au headcanons

Anonymous asked:

ohh y'all mentioned how crowley / aziraphale would react to edits and ... oh god the chaos of a media share stream crowley would ABSOLUTELY be swarmed with simping clips, no matter how good he thinks he is at copyright striking oh and song requests after singing reveal oh ANDDD things in French that are just. vile (complementary) he would probably not do media shares for a looooooong while after that lmao

this has such chat jukebox energy oh my god. i love media streams, they're insanity, which makes them perfect for crowley.

and poor sod, when he finally thinks he's escaped the last of the simp clips, chat starts sending him seemingly "innocuous" songs to play. good old fashioned lover boy. pale blue eyes. a nightingale sang. HMMM there seems to be a theme here........

@genderlessjacky asked:

okay okay "How Long Can We Protect Aziraphale From Dying game" is amazing , love it , no criticisms at all . but what if we go the other way Aziraphale is a GOD at COD or Halo or whatnot lets just say before he became a cozy streamer , he used to play like a crapton of shooter games when he was younger or when they came out and played them for YEARS in his younger ages until he got bored and started baking and reading and stuff , discovered it was his passion and continues doing it , streams it ectect and when this happens everyone expects like "Omg he is gonna get killed in the first 5 seconds but ends up carrying the entire team to victory and everyone is like "WHAT." so confused that this innocent , plump old angelic man who cooks and reads and barates anyone who swears , got 20 kills in a row in COD?? while not swearing and barating anyone in chat who does?? is my life a lie???????? Bonus : Crowley , Anathama and Newton had no knowledge of this. at all. like he just assumed that they already knew he was really good at this and when they ask him ab it he goes like "hm? i thought you already knew?" and the others going "WELL CLEARLY NOT."

aziraphale is a man of many talents 😂 i personally can't picture him enjoying games that revolve around killing and hurting people, but i love when he can constantly surprise everyone and crowley with out of pocket talents and hobbies ehehehe

Anonymous asked:

I would like to suggest the Western Hognose as a most patient and cuddly snake to be delivered during snake delivery, they are funky little tubes with no neck and cute upturned snoots

UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I WANNA KISS EM. i drew crowley's snake as a big black python but now i can't stop imagining him with a little guy that hides up his sleeve while he games and is small enough that people might not notice it immediately......... aziraphale's hand reaching into frame with a guy wrapped around it, and they just kind of sit there half holding hands while they wait for the snake to slither from one wrist to another.

Anonymous asked:

Your art inspires a hc…. Someone (Crowley, probably) gets Aziraphale a pair of purple round glasses and when the do streams together they match

omg aziraphale with blue light glasses that look like his little reading glasses from the show 🥺

@samsteacup asked:

So Streamer AU won't leave my mind. So I gotta share this. I understand if you don't put it into your ff, it's your story but your followers might enjoy it. :D 1. Aziraphale collaborates in Crowley's stream where they wanna play a game. (some shooter) and they set up Aziraphale character together but Aziraphale spends way too long to perfect him. Crowley is all patient and all and then when they start playing Aziraphale just can't handle the controls for the love of god. So Crowley helps him and it's a fucking disaster, he's furiously protecting Aziraphale in game while simultaneously trying to explain to him what to do. But Crowley is incredibly patient, even when they lose because Aziraphale accidentally shoots someone from their own team. The chat loses it because he usually is so short tempered in streams. Aziraphale is still a bit overwhelmed and frustrated that he completely ignores the chat. Which is good because people are shipping them to death and writing the wildest (naughtiest) theories of what already happened to make Crowley so gentle and patient. So Crowley just bans them all. 2. Another collaboration but this time on Aziraphale's channel. They are baking Christmas cookies together while talking about the holidays, gift buying, songs and other cute traditions/Christmas memories. While preparing the dough Crowley is a bit too aggressive while kneeding the wet with the dry ingredients and he gets a cloud of flour into his face. Aziraphale chuckles and cleans his face with some wash cloth. They continue baking and having a great time. Though Crowley constantly steals the leftover dough from Aziraphale, after he punches out the forms with the cutter. While waiting for the cookies to bake and cool, they start making the icing and drink wine. Crowley kinda overdoes it with the wine and gets a bit tipsy. So at some point he just dips his finger in icing and holds it to Aziraphale's face, who gets all flustered but eventually eats the icing of Crowley's finger. (Which will definitely not end up a GIF that forever haunts both of them in their streams) When they finally start icing the cookies, Crowley is not just tipsy anymore but properly drunk. So half of the Santa cookies get penises or boobs or both. And Aziraphale just rolls his eyes, says "You're being silly" (yes, exactly in that voice!) and takes away the wine from Crowley.

what the fuck im so FED

crowley switching on his patience to help aziraphale in a new situation like 😭 "i won't leave you on your own"

IT SOUNDS LIKE CROWLEY JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGETS THEY'RE LIVE and gets caught up just havin a fun time oh my lord!! 😭😭😭

@squirrellegion26 asked:

hiiiiii hi hi SIR IM ADDRESSING UR STREAMER AU. im in love with itttttt buttt what if what if what if crowley’s head pops up in one of azi’s streams like a frickin cat over the counter and chat is like “ohhh myyy goodness he’s adorable!!!” and azi’s like “oh, hello, my dear” and then crowley’s like “see ya peace” and then slinks back to whatever dark hole he slithered out of anyway SO MUCH LOVE TO UR AU I LOVE IT I CANT WAIT UNTIL UR FIC COMES OUT I LOVE U OKAY BYR

thpfht it's giving

Anonymous asked:

I just found your good omens streamer au and I'm instantly obsessed, I love the concept and ideas so much. This scenario instantly came into my head aswell and I wanted to share!! Like Crowley just did a really long stream and wants to go sleep and doesn't end up fully stopping the stream by accident, so the viewers see him after he thinks he ended stream and he just calls out "Angel, I need hugs now" and just walks off without knowing the stream is still going. And everyone in chat goes crazy trying to let anyone know the stream is still going but also with the fact they saw Crowley switch to his soft side so quickly!! And either Anathema calls Crowley to tell him it's still going and he runs back cursing to turn it off... OR...Aziraphale goes into the room to maybe collect the mug of coffee he made for Crowley and finds the stream still going and the chat going MAD over it trying to get his attention but also freaking out that it's Aziraphale.

oh lord have mercy on m for all this second hand anxiety but

you GOT ME with the mask switching from streamer mode to soft tired angel hugs mode, i'm punching myself in the face

i imagine that footage of aziraphale walking onto crowley's room for mug collection is like cryptid footage that occasionally circulates the gossip subreddits even after crowley has deleted the vod

Anonymous asked:

i literally just found your streamer AU and i have read EVERY MORSEL YOU HAVE ABOUT IT. i am so excited to read the fic when you’re finished with it! all i can think about is Aziraphale sliding things under Crowleys door if its locked while he’s streaming. and its the most random things every time, and of course it gets turned into a compilation posted somewhere. i just think that idea is silly. AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND EVERYTHING YOU SHARE ABOUT IT!! 💕

hthfph THANK YOU FOR SHARING HEADCANONS i mean it, it's so fun and silly and i love that everyone is getting into this together ✨

#ineffable streamers #ask a rat

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local-pr1nter · 10 months

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Mondo Oowada Ship Dynamics

Just my opinions and personal Headcanons - if you don't like/agree with these, then please move on!

Assume these are all based in an Non-Despair AU!

Ishimondo

A classic ship. Absolute *chefs kiss*.

At this point it seems canon with the amount of shippers and fan content for these two. Don't get me wrong, I love them just as much as anyone, but even I can admit that they each have other respective ships that can be enjoyed just as much.

Anyways - Ishimondo!

Absolute dorks in love + nothing but respect and love on their parts. It takes a while for them to realize it's a romantic love instead of some brotherly bond as Taka puts it, but once they figure it out it's smooth sailing from there.

Taka encourages rational behavior and responsibilities, whilst Mondo encourages relaxation and realistic ideals. Together they're a good dynamic.

Nerd x former bully/moral compass x delinquent/rivals to lovers. A recipe for success.

Since they've been talked about to death, I won't elaborate much more on them.

But overall, they're a great couple together.

Owamiki

A FAVORITE AHHHHHHHHH

They're literally one of the sweetest pairings and it's a crime they aren't talked about enough. And yeah they never really interact like Taka and Mondo, but that one scene in the V3 Bonus Mode just kills me every dAMN TIME.

I adore them so much UGH - literally the only ship that made me wanna write fanfiction (and I did but we won't talk about that)

Anyway so timid shy girl x brash delinquent let's go.

Mondo definitely fell for her first. Thought she was a damn sweetheart from the moment he laid eyes on her - it only intensified whenever they ran into each other (ex the scene I referenced). Mondo absolutely adores her.

Mikan was oblivious to this and it took Ibuki and Mahiru pointing it out to her for her to notice. God she got so embarrassed and scared over the whole thing, thinking he was just some brute.

Ibuki was the first one to notice that Mondo actually REALLY liked her for her. And then she decided to help Mondo a bit because Ibuki is a matchmaker and I'm tired of pretending she's not.

With Ibuki's advice, Mondo is actually able to approach Mikan without shouting at her (however difficult it was) and expresses his feelings. She decides to give him a chance - after having a moment of confusion and fear once again - and agrees to go on a date.

And y'all. Mondo treats her so good. His volume is still hard to control but he goes out of his way to make her comfortable and happy and it both shocks and confuses Mikan that he actually wants to date her for her.

So they eventually get together!!!! Ibuki is very proud of herself for setting em up and constantly teases them about it.

They're the cliche highschool sweethearts you see in every movie and they're just adorable.

They adore each other - it's really sweet. Mondo thinks she's the cutest thing in the world and it takes every ounce of willpower to not squeal whenever she giggles or acts cute. Same goes for Mikan - she thinks he can be really sweet and adorable, despite his intimidating exterior. Almost like a big dog.

In public they only ever hug - PDA is too much for either of them, but on rare occasions they can be seen hugging, either Mikan hugging his midsection or Mondo wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her close.

Mondo is also very protective of her - he encourages her to stand up for herself as well, and doesn't butt into situations where she's got her friends to back her up. That doesn't mean he'll stand back and watch someone harass her - he will intimidate the other until they back off. Mikan doesn't support his violent tendencies at all.

OMG I REALIZED ITS THAT "BIG SCARY DOG PRIVILEGE" MEME HAHAHAHA

That's it that's their dynamic.

It gets better if Mondo's gang learns about her.

She's earned herself a pack of personal bodyguards who won't tolerate shit from anyone.

But anyways, they both stand to have a very sweet and heartwarming dynamic. Between the both of them, they have a relationship built on love, understanding, and mutual respect for one another.

Owagiri

A stoic introverted detective with the foul-mouthed biker delinquent. What more could you want?

God you know Mondo was the first to catch feelings. Albeit her initial cold exterior, Mondo wanted to know more, even after becoming friends (via Makoto), slowly turning into a crush on the mysterious detective.

Leon called him crazy for crushing on the "scary principal's daughter"

Taka and Chihiro were nothing but supportive and encouraging about the whole ordeal.

Daiyas only piece of advice was "Don't be a dick and just talk to her" Easier said than done of course.

But of course we all know his track record with other girls. The man started shouting at her again, much to his embarrassment and to Kyokos disappointment.

It only took some investigating on her end to figure out why he was acting so strange. And OH BOY WAS SHE FLABBERGASTED.

Mondo??? Likes her??? Impossible.

But as she looked at him with this whole new perspective, she slowly started to develop her own feelings. While he struggled to talk to her, Kyoko took a different approach to show her own interest. Subtle touches, faint smiles, more one on one time, subtle signs like that.

It slowly went like that until they both had a talk about their relationship. Then they agreed to give it a shot!

And my god it was a weird change.

Two people, infamous for hiding their emotions from others. Sounds like a disaster. And yet, they slowly start to adapt and change together.

They're both very quiet about the relationship, still trying to adjust and go about it at their own pace.

They're both very shy about any sort of affection or intimacy, finding it difficult to initiate. Although Kyoko quickly discovered she likes to play with Mondos hair when it's freshly washed and down.

That slowly evolved into cuddling sessions - Kyoko playing with his hair while Mondo simply enjoys her company. It only grows from there.

They're pretty casual about the relationship the more they lean into the whole idea, but they've grown pretty close - as friends and as partners.

Despite their initial setbacks, they actually make a sweet couple. Kyoko acts as the voice of reason, whilst Mondo shows Kyoko how to loosen up a bit and enjoy their school life.

Their dynamic is essentially rivals to lovers (if you count THH ch. 2/a non despair AU where their personalities just conflict) and/or badass/stoic person (Kyoko) x person who thinks that's the coolest thing ever and adores them very much (Mondo)

It's honestly a very mature relationship - built on lots of communication and learning from each party. Of course, no relationship could work without communication or understanding. With both parties being Kyoko and Mondo, once they get past both their setbacks and misunderstandings, they have potential to be a power couple. And even if it doesn't work out in the end, they would still have a strong friendship after the fact. A brain x brawn duo always has the potential to be a strong dynamic.

CRIME FIGHTING DUO FOR THE WIN BABYYYYYY

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The last time I saw Lando was a few days ago, even after the tennis final, a blond-haired whore didn't get off him, but in the end, in a strange way, Holge told him to leave him alone, he's probably going home now, just as he'll have time to pack his stuff and take the dog, and then he'll go train for the race. Well, I think the roommate stopped there to say that it was a dog, and so did I. "Where did he get it from?" "Guards took in the beauty from a shelter." ,,Beauty? A girl? Damn, didn't he have enough Uno? Now he has another one pulled up next to him, I'm talking to him. don't send him anywhere just friends. I don't know what's wrong with him in Melbourne, he even took a pregnancy test and told me that he might be pregnant because he missed it." "Kids, stop, there's worse! By the way, hello, mother will cut off him ears and eardrums for this." ,,Cic hello! He's crazy since he says he's pregnant." ,.He says so? He's really pregnant, he seems to be taking a minimum, he's trying to cover up what he told Max and Pietra, Max's reaction I'd rather drive your sports car before the fetus gets hurt, even though he already knew Pietra froze, I was there Callum couldn't bear to spit and swallow, he just blinked when he found out that the boys they can also be pregnant."

"What the hell??? I got my ears pierced???? Where do you get this from again????” I looked at the secret chat group on my cell phone and it was full of people arguing about it, sometimes jokingly, sometimes seriously, the older ones seriously, how to take it out, it doesn't look good, the ones my age are jokingly, it's very good. Only I knew the answer to this, I took a photo and wrote it down, it's a fucking pimple that grew in the wrong place, stop it, it hurts and it's big, and this fucking breast is embarrassing, that's why I'm constantly wearing a fish tank because it's bothering me. "Honey, why are you angry? That's when you're cute, right?" Loki lay next to me and caressed my upper arm, then he lay on his side and looked at me. "There's gas, everyone's focused on my hormonal acne and they think I've pierced my ears." "Are these normal? Who was?" My sister, "Well, if it was meant as a joke, it wasn't a good joke." I lowered my head and asked Loki for a sad kiss, which came in handy as the twins were very fond of each other, but one of them resisted. When Doctor Yin told me, I burst into tears, I'm not a big cryer, but we really expected them to be sick, but they felt this was a trick and that's all I told Max, he didn't take it well last time.

"Well, it's getting weirder, it's not a pimple, it's a piercing." I hung up the phone after I wrote back so that he could finally do the truth about this shit, because he sure did. em acne because I had it too, I don't even admit it, it's fucking embarrassing and sometimes it hurts, this is how life has to be put up with. "Oscar, what's wrong? I know you shouldn't tell your girlfriend everything, but I can tell you everything." "What the hell is this?" I looked at my picture, it looked like a small tattoo that one's child plays pranks on after a drunken night. "I think an embarrassing tattoo that you can get drunk on guys is the slut tattoo." "Maybe this will be fucking new to you, but Lando is pregnant, you American bastard!!!! This isn't the series How I Met Your mother, you stupid person."

,,What??? They're getting dumber. Loki You have to see this.” I admit, yes, I have a bitch tattoo, but I did it last year on New Year's Eve, drunk in Bali, not exactly legally, and sometimes it can hurt during the day, and I also have a navel piercing. I was sixteen when I did this out of rebellion with a group of friends, so I don't keep in touch with any of them anymore, they became exterminating jerks when it turned out that I was gay. That I'm smitten with the ex of the mistress, who is a boy and right, we went to an art history and finally got together. Berdon is my first boyfriend. and the first boyfriend I told that I love him, so far I told a boy named Alex. It all ended badly, it was written in the lyrics when I heard the first one from him, I could sob for hours, but I wasn't the stupid one as it is, he was because he cheated on me with another boy.

I caressed Lando, it was very nice the last few days, especially the girl, what's in him ear? He thinks the girl talked to him, a fucking bitch, even a WAG, and it would be shit, the dog and mine, I don't understand what's the trial lesson in chat, it's secret I'm in the WAG chat and the problem is how big I wrote that my daughter and a beauty should be called I'm hoping for a baby... The air here is also freezing, a lot of questions from who is pregnant... I wrote from Lando Ollie Bearmann... Freezing... But Lando boy questions... Answer In one word, he's not intersex and he told me he'd already given birth and ended up in a bad place because of him father... Anger...He was still a teenager then but he could have done it but him father wouldn't let him, now he's an adult he feels he can do it and leaves him alone and he wouldn't want him there it would be only the mother when the little one was born. ,,I'm trying to stop here too, but Kelly..." I kissed him hair and sniffed the poor thing because it was more and more obvious that he was pregnant, but it didn't bother the cameras, and the fact that he's with a boy instead of a girl, which freaks out the girl fans even more, is lately, the poor thing just cries, I can hardly comfort him, I even brought my dog beauty to make him happier, but not as often as he goes out on the street, the paparazzis are screaming after him, where is the beautiful girl Norris. "It doesn't work for me, I prefer to cover myself and myself on the weekend. This is not a situation. I always knew that I loved boys and not girls. It's bullshit what they write about me."

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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Ello! Good morning, afternoon or evening to you :]] Hope you're doing well, if its alright, may I request some headcanons for the mercs, when they're friends with someone who just goes worryingly silent when upset-? What would they do to try and get their pal to say something?

Good morning, afternoon and evening to you too, anon! Sure, ya can. Whipped this up for you as quickly as I could. Enjoy!

Mercs with their friend who's silent when upset ❤️

Requested

Mercs and GN!reader

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Scout :

It actually takes him quite a decent amount of time before he realises that you've gone really silent. He talks most of the time in your conversations so it's understandable. He immediately gets super worried and asks, "H-Hey, Y/n? You alright, pally?" He'll make several jokes to try and make you laugh and even hug you if you let him. He's very relieved when you start talking again.

Soldier :

He often asks for your response after his long monologues so when you're quiet after he asks, "Do you understand me, private!?", he gets very protective of you. He'll stay by your side and give anyone who walks by you the 'stink-eye'. In a very gentle tone, he'll ask you, "Who hurt you, Y/n? I'll beat the crap out of 'em." That's actually how he gets you to talk because he'll literally go around the place and attack everyone he thinks hurt you, even if it wasn't a person and you were just feeling sad.

Pyro :

They love talking to you so they'd notice straight away that you've stopped talking. They'll try to cheer you up by making you flower crowns and smores. They might get a bit overboard with the smores though because of the fire so you'll need to stop them. In the end, they get you to talk when they come up to you with their favourite bedtime story and ask you to read it with their adorable face (Yes, you can tell they're pulling a cute face through their mask.)

Demoman :

If he's drunk when you're upset, he'll start sobbing into your arms, "Y/n.. Wh- Why won't you talk to me, laddie..! I miss yer voice.." It gets so unbearable that you speak just to get him to stop crying.

If he finds you upset when he's sober, he'll be very gentle with you. Wrapping an arm around your back and stroking it comfortingly while he asks you, "Heya, laddie. What's got you so upset? You can tell me. I won't judge ya." You'll eventually speak to him about what's on your mind and he'll listen.

Heavy :

He knows all about the 'upset silence'. He also gets quiet when he's sad. He’ll prepare two plates of his favourite sandwich and give one to you. You’ll be sitting down together on the roof of the base, enjoying your meal in calm silence. He won't try to get you to talk but if you decide to, he'll gladly lend a listening ear and give some comforting words if you want.

Engineer :

He'll recognise right away that you're upset and immediately go in to give you a big hug. You can bet he’ll whip out his guitar and play you a few songs to help you calm down. It might seem out of character for Engie to do this but he’ll also try to get you to laugh by thickening his accent and telling you a few jokes. Overall, he’s very gentle with you. You eventually feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

Medic :

He actually gets really worried and upset himself when you go quiet. He wants to get you to talk again quickly so he says to you, “I’ve recently got some new animal organs and I’m looking to get some patients to test them out on…You know, mein Freund, silence is consent.” That definitely gets you to speak, no one except Heavy would want to be Medic’s patient. He’ll smile and pat your head, “It’s good to hear you talk.” You like his doves a lot so he’ll bring them out so you can give them pats and food. He’s got a weird way of making you talk but it does work.

Sniper :

When he notices you’ve gone quiet and there are no important missions that day, he’ll bring you along with him to a nearby nature park/forest. It’s quiet and calm there so your mood gets better quite quickly. He’ll lead you to the highest point of the place, set up some chairs and bring out some drinks from his van. You two will sit there, enjoying your drinks together. You’ll start speaking to him once you’ve become really relaxed. The two of you end up chatting until night when you then watch the stars together.

Spy :

He’s not very experienced with cheering people up but he’ll try his best. He’ll bring you to his smoking room, probably the most silent place in base. If you’re up for it, he’ll play some music and dance with you. You’ll end up having a lot of fun and feel better, leading to you speaking to him. He’ll listen to you as he sips on a glass of wine. He’s not one for physical affection so he’ll offer you some words of advice after you tell him why you were upset.

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#tf2 scout x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanon #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #gender neutral pyro

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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I'm Still On That Rolling Stone Shoot

Because sometimes, closets suck no matter how golden they are.

I loved @kanmom51 's post about this shoot last night and reposted it here but I COULD NOT STOP THINKING SO HERE WE ARE.

The photoshoot, in case you're a baby ARMY or missed it, was for BTS' Rolling Stone cover last year and the actual shot they were working on was from this set:

And we got the right side of the above video first. Cute lil jikook just jikooking, no big deal. I could be wrong, but I think the video above was taken between shots that were meant to be more than the single pic on the couch above - and WE DON'T HAVE OTHER STILLS THAT I CAN FIND from this part of the shoot. If you have other published ones, hit me with 'em. I want the full set. Because now Memories 2021 has been released online and arrived at a mailbox or two and Peaches got to work (wisely not translating a damn thing this year, GOOD FOR HER) and THIS HAPPENED

Kids, this is not a gay-panicky little Koo like we have seen in years past. This man has been warned to move his tattooed, ring-finger-bared hand, out of frame or at least out of view. AND HE IS PISSED OFF.

And I took screen shots. Hi, Hobi in the blue shirt! Hey, Taehyung totally off camera on the couch!

Everything was fine until that second, when someone - maybe Jimin, but possibly off-camera - told Koo to change position, I think. He was literally JUST TALKING and ...

"...oh here we go with the homophobic bullshit AGAIN..." he seems to be thinking.

Say what you want about Jeon Jungkook but he usually does what Jeon Jungkook wants, goddammit, unless or until his job or his man puts on the brakes.

He cannot believe the audacity. Tell a grown ass free human to unhand his own spouse, what kind of heinous fuckery is this? He no longer wants to even LIVE IN THIS UNFAIR WORLD /yoongi AND HE IS DISPLEASED. Not scared. Not "oopsie". This is Rage Against The Homophobia Machine Koo and we have seen it before, albeit usually a bit more defiant and less "oh FML I hate my job today".

So he moves his hand. As directed. But he is NOT happy about it and he does not care who knows. Now, remember, this is a very short clip. Five seconds. So what I am doing here is essentially expression and movement analysis and what you want to do, as soon as you can, is WATCH ORIGINAL CONTENT FOR TRUTH AND CONTEXT. Got it? We do that in this house because we are not insane shippers who have to make up things. As soon as the code hits my mailbox I will publish the entire segment so we can all see it together. Until then, this is what we have.

Now, Jimin is also annoyed, make no mistake. But he has two advantages here that JeiKei does not. One is camera angle - Jimin has a 90-degree angle to play with and it turns into a near 140 away from the camera. I think he went that way because of 2) his facial control. Which even he was losing. Normally Jimin's face never changes. Major reactions during actual posed shoots are unusual for him, but look at their posture. AND LOOK AT JEIKEI'S FACE.

Jiminie's gotta be feeling the tension from Jungkook. He is not unaware that his man is MAD. I mean, it's fast, but I promise you, whoever is behind those cameras is well aware. We got the pout. We have a full on side eye. We have malicious compliance.

And we have the gayest eye roll I have seen in a minute, as he flips that hand SO WE STILL SEE THE TATTOOS.

Jimin obliges by adjusting, but Jungkook is a professional model as well as a professional everything else. Nobody in BTS is ignorant of light, angle or pose in a shoot. They all know exactly what to do to get the shot they want. But they are also human. Not robots, not objects, not pretty chess pieces on a board. They're men. And two of those men have had just about enough of being told how much they can show. One of them in particular, in this moment, is OVER THIS CLOSETED SHIT. Praise Jesus for a Hobi knee, the man needs a headrest.

I don't know when, or if, they'll ever be able to come out, entirely. But this is one time when the closet walls appear to be feeling just a little too tight.

#memories 2021 #jungkook #jimin #rage against the homophobia machine #the jeon parks #the jeon half mostly #jikook #also a whole park jimin exists #jikook just jikooking nbd #kookmin #jeon parks jeonparking #jeon park house elves how we doin #hand tats and ring placement #the gayest eye roll i've seen in a minute #rolling stone interview #2021 rolling stone photo shoot #we got video but not enough

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You know, I have been thinking latley and.....

Arthur and Rin would be lile the perfect dream team if it wouldn't be for Arthur's racist and borderline genocidal tendencies with demons.

Just hear me out :

Both Arthur and Rin are known for not being the smartest of the bunch. They tend to get very excited abt stuff they enjoy and are very stuborn too. They basically share the same core personality !

Arthur with his claymore has a fighting style more focused on slow, but powerfull attacks. During a fight he moves in rather large heaps at a time. Rin's fighting style is very agile. While his flames allow him to exercise strikes of enormous strenght too, he usually uses smaller/"weaker" heaps with his sword in relative quick succsession.

If we combine those we have Rin able to confuse and distracting a demon bit his more agile fighting style while Arthur can prepare and deal out stronger slashes.

Not to mention what they could do combined. Imagine a blue flame powered Angel Slash.

Returning to their personalities and going away from their fighting abilities, Arthur would the the rock Rin needs in his life. I mean, it's pretty obvious Rin felt kinda lonley after Shiro's passing and struggeled a fair bit with self worth.

He couldn't really rely on Yukio for mental support and he didn't wanna put stuff on his friends. Arthur could be an ear to listen for Rin. Meanwhile Rin would be the thing loosening Arthur up a bit.

He'd show the older that orders aren't everything and props would teach him some social cues by pure proximity.

Not to forget that I am CONVIDENCED that a good chunk of Arthur's problems in the mental department could be solved if they just gave him an apprentice or student to take care of an teach.

Saint Complex and comming off as too princey ? Having a kid around that would look up to Arthur could easily satisfie atleast some of that complex.

Too sadistic/too little empathy for others ? Well kids need a lot of emotion. If Arthur got attached to it he'd deffo naturally get better in that whole empathy department due to pure neccesity.

Too easily manipulatable ? Having someone to teach and look after would deffinitly decrease the amout on time he spends with the Uzais.

Rin who already has a similar personality with Arthur would deffinitly see the blonde getting genuinly attached if we ignore the Spawn of Satan side of things.

Sadly, Arthur was manipulated into being a borderline demonic genocidal maniac by the Uzais 😭

Sorry it took so long to answer this, I've been busy

But I agree with basically all this. I've actually thought a lot about how similar Rin and Arthur are and how they seem kind of like reflections of each other, like Arthur is just how Rin would probably be if he actually was raised as a weapon and not like a son. I also feel like a lot of Arthur's hate towards demons is definitely hammered in by his family, since he doesn't even have an issue with Caliburn (seeing as he actually will hold conversation with her and actually cares enough to wrap her up when its cold, which is cute lol) and he's best friends with Lightning who is obviously a demon fanatic who enjoys seeing and researching demons

The way he seems to almost seem more like a child when Jeremiah comes into the story (how he gets sensitive around his brother and whined about how he wanted to fight in the battle against Satan because Jeremiah said he could) really shows how deep the manipulation goes honestly. I almost wonder if he's scared to go against whatever Jeremiah says sometimes

But if Arthur was able to have that character development I could really see him having an older brother sort of bond with Rin. They're so similar and I feel like they could relate and work together both battle wise and friendship wise pretty well, if that ever were to happen

It'd be cool seeing em fight together too, hopefully if Arthur DOES live and gets his redemption we could see something like that in the manga. It'd be so cool

Plus, I know Yukio wasn't mentioned here, but he has said he likes Yukio despite being a son of Satan as well, so he definitely isn't 100% clouded by his hatred for demons so it could be a possibility still that he can just. Learn to stop being such a dick to Rin if he gets hit with some common sense

But yeah, I enjoy reading your asks and I think most (if not all) of Arthur's issues stem from being manipulated by Jeremiah and the Uzai family. Hopefully he learns to be his own person sometime. I already like a lot of his character so I'd love to see an arc about him :]

#thanks yet again for the ask #also happy Halloween!#meffy rambles #ask #aoex #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #arthur auguste angel #rin okumura

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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I love yandere girly so much… I just love them being desperate and so cute for their darling <3 is there any… nsfw headcanons you have for them? 👀 with a consent darling if possible… a darling that is feeling hot for them and has a crush on them ykyk

GIRLY YAN <3333333

okay okay i actually do have a few nsfw headcanons and just so everyone knows, girly yan is typically written in high school setting but ONLY for aesthetic purposes, none of my lil tropes are underage nor will they act like it! <3

okay okay first hc is that they love marking you in all ways possible. hickeys, bruises, cuts if ur into that, literally fucking anything. they love more subtle stuff as well, like you wearing their jewelry or makeup or clothes, anything they own, it just makes their heart do funny things and they can't seem to keep their hands off you!

has a thing for somno. not full blown, just some groping (if they're brave enough) and heavy petting but in the AM, in the complete darkness, with you next to then wearing next to nothing, thats when theyre at their most depraved. panting, whining, staring at you with their eyes basically GLOWING in the darkness, rubbing their legs together as they desperately try not to wake you up. it's just too much!! they especially love slowly tracing your body, just feeling your skin underneath their fingertips, watching your chest slowly rise and fall as you breathe, watching you like you are the most interesting thing in the world and their heart is racing, they feel so guilty touching you like this when you aren't awake but they can't help themselves! you're just so pretty! they won't remove clothes below the belt or even touch your sex due to, well, consent but also they just wouldn't be able to handle it!

SOOO INTO PRIMAL PLAY ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!! wants nothing more than to fuck you or have you fuck them right after they spent the night hunting down a rival, adrenaline rushing through them, muscles thrumming, feeling like they're too big for their own skin as they desperately fuck you, covering your body with their own and if you two are still near the scene of the crime? they barely last a full minute before they're pitifully whimpering and cumming all over themselves. also ADORES doggy style with them on top so they can cover you with their body and bite your neck like an animal and leave more marks so ppl know your theirs <33 also loves "hunting" you, chasing you through the woods or the house, trying to catch you and breed you <33

speaking of breeding, has a big breeding kink but hates kids. doesn't want em. thinks pregnancy is icky but wants nothing more than to creampie you over and over and over again and watch their cum drip from inside you <3

to stay on brand with my whole submissive yanderes schtick, i will say that they love topping but are insanely submissive for you. service top all the way. loves hearing you tell them how to fuck you, how good they're being, how good they feel and god <33 bend over in front of them and tell them to fuck you until ur tummy bulges from their cum and they'll go fucking insane

call them your wife and they'll cum. you know how a lot of friends will call each other "wife" or "wifey" as a joke? do that to them and they'll spend the entire day squirming in their seats, biting their ring finger, imagining being your pretty little wife! and if you do it over and over again in public, theyll be an absolute mess, hiding their face as they try to control their spasms as you hold them close and say "is everything okay, wifey?"

loves letting you watch them masturbate. loves it. nothing else to add, they're just slutty like that

has the stamina of a GOD. can go for hours on end, all night long! luckily, they're very sweet and give you plenty of breaks and make sure you're enjoying it but even with all the breaks in the world, you're gonna wake up with drool all over your cheek, sore everywhere, your brain absolutely turned into mush and girly yan between your legs, giving you some morning head

also very into anything animalistic which ties into the primal play. scenting you, covering you in the blood of their "rivals", literally anything, they fuckin love it. hard turn off tho? can't get horny if there's an animal in the room or if they hear one. just can't. starts gagging uncontrollably if they try to fight through it while they're cat is meowing outside the door sjsnsjsjdn. a stray bird? fine. a passing squirrel? whatever. but if it stays around for more than ten seconds, it's ruined for them. can't do it. they don't know why it's such an ick for them but it makes they're insides recoil and they end up cuddling you instead <3

#asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere smut #girly yandere

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keldae · 1 year

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Fluff sentence starters :D “You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

There were fringe benefits to being friends with people in the theatre program, Xaja mused – like being invited along on field trips to see plays, and easily filling her volunteer hour requirements during production week. But there was a definite downside as well – and that was the day the main production's set came down after the last performance.

It was fine, she decided inwardly. It wasn't like she had two research papers and a personal reflection paper due in the next couple of days and didn't have time to be taking apart a set, right? She grunted as she crawled behind one of the main set walls, power drill in hand, and desperately hoping there were no spiders back here.

"Having fun yet?" The cast hadn't been spared the set strike chores either – but Arcann was entirely too cheerful a mood for someone who'd gotten bonked upside the head by a wardrobe rack fifteen minutes ago. He appeared to be on the same task as Xaja in taking apart the walls of the set.

"Oh, tons," Xaja responded, looking around for another screw in the bracket holding the set together. "How's the concussion?"

"Bah, I'm fine. Don't stand up." Arcann reached over, and Xaja heard the whirring of his own drill over her head. She sneezed as sawdust started to drift down in front of her eyes.

"Sorry," Arcann apologized. The drill stopped, and he fumbled with his prosthetic left hand with the screw before pocketing it. "Any more on that bracket down by you?"

"Yeah, two that I see." Xaja grunted as she shifted her weight, working to take apart the bracket. "Someone's on the other side of this, yeah?"

In response, Arcann peeked through the window built into the wall. "Hey, you might want to catch these walls," he called out, then waited a moment before nodding in satisfaction. "Yes, we're good. I think Professor Vowrawn recruited some help from outside the theatre department."

"Wonderful," Xaja grunted, inwardly wondering what the flamboyant theatre professor had done to lure in some more poor, unsuspecting souls. "Hopefully he brought 'em in from the sports teams."

Without looking up, she didn't see Arcann's mischievous grin. "They're warm bodies with muscles, they'll be fine," he said, then gave the wall a slight push. "Incoming!"

With a creak, the wall fell forward, caught by several pairs of hands. "Got it!" crowed a voice that immediately made Xaja's head jerk up. It was bad enough having a crush on the cute guy who lived across the dormitory hall from her, but if he saw her like this, in a grubby t-shirt and jeans, with dust all over her makeup-less face…

Dammit. That was Theron Shan, helping to carry the wall section away with Jonas and Koth's help. Maybe he hadn't seen Xaja in the chaos? But why did that prospect make her heart hurt just a little bit?

"You are about as subtle as an elephant," Arcann muttered, under the sound of Professor Vowrawn guiding the guys as to where he wanted the set wall placed; when Xaja glanced over, she could see him smirking, the gesture pulling at the scars over the left side of his face. "Liking checking him out?"

"I – what?" Xaja flushed as red as her hair. "I'm not checking Theron out!"

Arcann's grin widened. "I didn't say Theron…" he pointed out.

"... Fuck." Xaja groaned. "We're just friends, and I don't wanna wreck that." She glanced back over at Theron for a moment. "... Not my fault he's got a cute backside."

Arcann snorted a laugh, one that turned into a cough when Xaja glared at him. "Sorry, sorry… it's just hilarious to watch. I can put in a good word for you with him, if you want…"

"... I don't have a crush on him! And I don't need a wingman!" Xaja hissed. She firmly squashed the little voice in her head that wondered if Arcann's help might not be a bad idea. "He's not interested in me. If he was, he would have said something before now."

"... You two are perfect for each other," Arcann muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Xaja demanded, suspiciously glaring at him.

"Nothing!" Arcann coughed again, then looked over. "Next wall will be easy, should only take two of you to catch."

"I like easy!" Jonas' cheerful voice piped up. When Xaja looked over, she saw him, Theron, and Koth all standing close by, Professor Vowrawn tittering over another piece of the set being taken down.

"Yeah, we know that," Theron dryly commented – Jonas promptly glared at him as Koth and Arcann burst into laughter. The taller student then looked back at Xaja, and winked at her. "Made friends with any spiders back there yet?"

Trying to not feel self-conscious about how she looked, Xaja shook her head and grinned. "If I had, you would have heard the screaming from the dean's office."

Theron chuckled, then paused. "Hang on, you have something in your hair," he said, as the set wall to Xaja's right came down, carried off by Jonas and Koth. "Lemme get it for you." He reached forward; Xaja froze as she felt his fingers brush through her long red hair, knocking more sawdust free of the tangled strands. "There – I think that's the worst of it."

"... Thanks," Xaja murmured, feeling her cheeks go warm again at Theron's gentle touch. What she wouldn't give to feel his hand in her hair again, combing his fingers through the red locks, gripping her head and pulling it back for a kiss, like what she enjoyed reading in the Tumblr smut that Kira teased her about…

Theron grinned, then dropped his hand, looking unsure as to what to do with his arm. "Yeah, don't mention it. Figured you wouldn't wanna go around with sawdust in your hair and–"

"Aww, well wasn't that a sweet gesture!" Professor Vowrawn swooped in, beaming like a proud parent. "You two make such a lovely couple!"

"I–!" Xaja stammered, looking at Theron for a second (who appeared to be wide-eyed with panic), then back at Vowrawn. "We're not–!"

"She's not–!" Theron exclaimed in the same breath. "We're just friends!"

Vowrawn didn't seem convinced. "Oh? A pity. I shall still expect you both to audition for the leading man and lady for our next production – the chemistry you two have is what every production strives for! Now, you'll need to practice before that audition, make sure you're set in your–"

"Professor!" Theron squawked. "I'm not an actor! Xaja and I are just friends!"

Vowrawn grinned. "Nonsense, Mister Shan! You two are very good friends, I take it? Very… close to each other–?"

"Not like that!" Xaja yelped, wishing she could melt into the stage floor – or glare holes into the professor's head. She could feel the rest of the strike crew staring at her and Theron. "We're just… that would be weird!" But a good weird, she silently thought to herself.

"What she said!" Theron emphatically agreed. "Why mess up a perfectly good friendship like that?"

Tsking, Vowrawn shook his head. "Well, if you two are certain, then your next task is to clean out the green room. Chop chop!" He briskly clapped his hands, dismissing the two victims of his torment – Xaja willingly took the chance to escape with Theron. And if it meant time spent with him, without anyone teasing her about her crush on him, so much the better.

Neither she nor Theron saw Vowrawn sashay over to Arcann and tap his shoulder. "I have a bit of an extra task for you, Mister Tirall."

"Yes, Professor?" Arcann asked, looking over at the Pureblood professor curiously.

"An extra ten percent added to your overall grade for my class this semester if you can set those two idiots up somehow."

Arcann grinned. Academic credit for fulfilling what he (and the rest of the dorm) considered to be a necessity? "Done."

#thanks for the ask!#swtor #theron/xaja #xaja #theron #college!au #modern!au #otp: until the stars burn out #mutually pining idiots #and naturally Vowrawn has to interfere #arcann tirall #darth vowrawn #why yes i know some theatre people who WOULD assign extra credit to wingmaning classmates

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ultimaid · 1 year

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as someone who knows nothing about anything relating to danganronpa aside from what you reblog. may i ask you to ramble about amatojo? it seems like a cute ship and your thoughts are compelling and very sweet, but i would like to better know the characters themselves and why they fit so well together! canon characterization or otherwise, i’d just like to learn more about em :)

thank you so much for asking!! i have a small amatojo essay here that gives the gist of Why i think they work so well together—it doesn’t go into too much detail, but that (plus my amatojo tag) gives sort of an idea of my love of it.

in the simplest terms: they bring out the best in each other. they're both intensely closed-off people who also happen to be very perceptive, so they can sense when something is wrong and have an honest conversation, even if it takes some time to get there. they're both patient people, willing to listen, thankful to have someone who will push just enough when they need it.

just, augh, the unlearning and gentleness…

in the game, rantaro presents as a very laid-back person, but as you get to know him it becomes clear that he is full of anxiety and self-blame. he gets up in his own head a lot and thinks himself into circles. kirumi, in contrast, is extremely solution-oriented and focused on fixing the problems in front of her. rantaro canonically finds her presence reassuring (according to the official relationship flowcharts), and i feel like it's at least partially because of that pragmatic nature she has. he appreciates her steadiness; he always feels like he's adrift, but kirumi is a rock. he treasures that. he admires her dedication to her work, her skills and passion.

kirumi, funnily enough, is also a deeply anxious person, but in a different way. she has a lot of obsessive tendencies, especially regarding her work, and in my mind and heart, rantaro has gotten very good at noticing when she's starting to get a bit frantic and pulling her back down to earth. she wants him to be able to rely on her, and he loves that kindness, but he wants her to relax every once in a while--ivy (the nickname he uses for her in my fics, sadly not canon), you've spent all day working, this isn't good for your health, please sit down with me for a bit. she admires his perceptiveness, his warmth, his ability to take a second and breathe. he's the first person in a very long time to treat her like she's a human (he's one of the only people to not comment on her skills or job in the relationship flowcharts!), and as much as she wishes she could be a machine who never needs maintenance... she is thankful for his attentiveness and love. she utterly adores every piece of him.

and, sadly, this is all extrapolated from what very few interactions they have in canon. they almost never speak to each other, and when they do, it's almost all in supplemental non-canon material like the manga and the postgame bonus mode. but those little pieces give them such a compelling dynamic, and their in-game personalities lend themselves to what could be a really beautiful relationship.

they're in love. that's all.

#amatojo #asks #danganronpa #drv3

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kaseyskat · 9 months

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Hiiiiiiii Nyxie, hope you're doing well 💙💙💙 For the kiss prompts, how about either 1 or 18 with lovesong, pretty please? Or both, if you feel like smashing 'em together somehow :DDD

(#1: a kiss good morning, #18: a kiss for encouragement)

(this is set as an AU in our silly little supernatural au! featuring: werewolf sparrow, demon nick, and their teenage fling <3)

For all that he basks in the night and feels more alert when the moon is out, Sparrow always manages to wake up early.

It's not always a bad thing. As a kid, this meant he could drag Lark out of bed with him to watch the sunrise, sneak around the house while their father watches the sunrise, have the entire day ahead of them. Besides, they weren't allowed outside in the forest at night- too dangerous, their parents said, even if they didn't always listen.

Now, though, it means he wakes up warm, comfortable. There are wings wrapped around him, and when he was sleeping his own tail had come out, curled around their intertwined legs.

Nick is still sleeping, snoring softly into Sparrow's hair, and Sparrow's head is tucked into his chest, where he can hear the pulsing of Nick's heartbeat. It's comforting, the steady drum, the way each beat falls in tune with the way his partner breathes, slow and deep.

Sparrow might be in love.

He doesn't know how long he sits there, happily curled around Nick, still and quiet and listening to his partner breathe. He could sit here forever, he thinks, despite how much energy he usually has.

Eventually, though, Nick stirs, his wings pulling Sparrow a little closer as he slowly returns to the waking world. "Mm... hey baby, you awake already?"

Sparrow just hums, nuzzling his face a little bit further into Nick's chest. He's already so warm, and the warmth only increases when he feels Nick press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and then another closer to his hairline.

For a moment, they lay together, both awake but still sharing the same breath, the same space. At some point, Nick brings one of his hands to pet at Sparrow's cheeks, and Sparrow nips at his fingers each time they get too close to his mouth, his tail wiggling in the blankets.

"Okay, Sparrow, I'm hungry," Nick finally says, and he tries to gently tug away, his wings shrinking back into his form. "Come on, you gotta let me go."

"I'm not ready to get up yet," Sparrow whines, and he clings a little harder, his hands making small tears in the fabric of Nick's sleeping shirt. "You can't make me."

Nick just snorts, and then he's sitting straight up, pulling Sparrow into his lap. Still, Sparrow doesn't let go, merely remaining boneless in Nick's grip, pliant against his chest as he buries his nose into Nick's neck.

"You're lucky you're so cute," Nick grumbles, but he's still petting Sparrow's hair in the way he knows Sparrow likes the most, their legs still all entwined. "You know, for some reason, I never imagined werewolves to be so clingy."

"They're not," Sparrow snorts, and he turns his head just enough to brush his lips against the skin of Nick's neck, relishing in the way his heartbeat spikes. "I'm the exception."

"Lucky me then," Nick teases, and his breath hitches a little when Sparrow kisses his neck again, his teeth barely grazing skin. "Sparrow, baby, come on, we can cuddle all you want after getting something to eat-"

"-promise?" Sparrow whispers.

"Promise," Nick repeats, and he squirms a little. This time, Sparrow's grip falters, and he's able to worm his way forwards, sliding away from Sparrow. The loss of his warmth is devastating, but as Sparrow unconsciously whines, Nick just smiles, leaning forwards to kiss him.

It works. Sparrow reluctantly slides out of bed, shivering as the might of the winter's morning hits now that he's not tangled up in blankets and Nick's arms. "You better keep your promise," he grumbles, folding his arms over his chest as his tail curls around his own legs.

"Have I ever broken a promise to you in my life?" Nick teases, and he takes Sparrow's hand, guiding him out of the bedroom and into the empty house.

Sparrow already misses being in Nick's arms, but as Nick pulls him to his side in the kitchen, he thinks he could get used to this.

#kasey writes stuff #lovesong #sparrow oak garcia #nick close #they too suffer from a heartwrenching breakup that leads to cass and rebecca but #not yet! they can be sweet here. as a treat

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mayukis09 · 9 months

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Is it just me?

So I recently joined TOH fandom about a month ago and I noticed some things that no one seems to be talking about.

This could mean one of two things: either these are things everyone's already aware of and I'm just slow

not

I'm leaning towards the first option, but I'm still gonna post about it bc idk maybe this will be of use to at least one person (and so I don't forget about it lol)

I am in no way, shape, or form trying to hate on TOH, it is currently my favorite thing ever. I am obsessed with it and am super hyperfixating on it. These are just some funny things I noticed and they are all meant lightly.

SPOILER ALERT FOR THE OWL HOUSE SEASON 3

Here we go:

Luz's name in Spanish literally just means "light" so it's kinda ironic that the first spell she learns is the light spell (also ironic when she dies she turns into light, my immediate thought was "Luz turned into luz lol" and I laughed during that part I know it was supposed to be serious but I couldn't help the irony)

At the Blight Industries secret showcases, NONE of their investors question the fact that Odalia uses CHILDREN to showcase her WEAPONRY. The only one with some kind of common sense is Alador, who at some point calls his wife out for getting all mad in an argument with a teenager and almost killing her.

In a similar category, Eda is like the only person who realizes that Luz and King are just kids and to have them be worried about the fate of the BI and feel like they're the ones responsible for fixing things is probably reeeally stressful and traumatizing for them because again, they're children and having to save an entire population is probably not good for their mental health. This goes for other shows and movies that portray children saving the world as well, with all other characters (including adults) being totally okay with it. Eda is the only one who sees this is not normal.

THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL WITH THIS SHOW IS INSANE. Luz's hair slowly getting longer as the show progresses, eventually being long enough to put in a small ponytail by the end of season two. Amity's hair color changing in the intro the episode after she changes it in the show. The end credits of season two changing from green hair Amity looking back at Luz as they walk to portray her crush to not only the hair changing, but also her and Luz hold hands once they start dating in the show. Most shows I know wouldn't even change their intro if a character's appearance changed. The backgrounds also have some super cute "blink and you miss it" details that just adds so much life to the story (i.e the L+A carvings in season 3 in Luz's desk at school AND in her room, stringbean's corner, post-its and notes and drawings in her locker, room, and house, a sign saying Eda's library card was redacted in season 1 "lost in language"). So much props to Dana and the whole team for amazing attention to detail!

Amity's mom wants her hair dyed green, but why? I think it is because Amity was born with Alador's hair color and not Odalia's and she wants to be the dominant figure in the house. She doesn't pressure Ed and Em to do this because they have a variant of her hair color, so they already resemble her more than their father. Amity dying her hair purple could be a symbol of leaving the control of her parents and branching out to be her own person.

Manny (Luz’s dad) was also into cosmic frontier and him and Camila would cosplay together as it seems from the scene in “Thanks to Them” where I believe Gus gestures to the closet full of cosmic frontier stuff. There’s a box labeled as Manny’s cosplay 2.0. It’s so wholesome that they had a similar interest! :D

This is everything I noted so far, but if I end up finding more I’ll add to this post :D

#the owl house #toh spoilers #toh #toh season 3 #toh luz #toh amity #noted #things I noticed #the owl lady #the owl post #pls don’t say I’m dumb for noticing late I’m fully aware D;#I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now and finally got it done #I hope this helped someone

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angelgoeslewd · 2 years

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Can you do Wren with a quiet PC who snaps violently at someone for being too annoying? Thank you so much

so i wasn't sure if i had Wren's character down correctly so i LITERALLY went n replayed DoL for this, which is what took forever lmfao BUT I FINALLY FINISHED YESSSS

pls accept this moodboard i made as an apology

idfk what style i wanted for him so i went with farmhand who doubles as a secret agent smuggler

🔮 summary: wren tries to figure out what exactly it is that you want.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, AFAB! reader, slight violence, drinking

Wren doesn't really know what to make of you, at first. Nor do you give him anything to help him figure out the cute little puzzle that's been dropped into his lap, most literally.

All he knows is that his boss was up and swearing about some new farmer that was a pain in his ass one morning, ruining his plans to take that farm boy's land, and he decided to take matters into his own hands and maybe he pay a little visit in order to sort things out, if you catch his drift.

So he put out his cigarette, slapped on his boots and hat, and took off with that new, sleek, black Appaloosa that had spots in the shape of a dog on its hind his boss had... acquired in his last bet on that horse race.

See, Wren likes dogs. They're cute. Obedient. Loyal. Guess that says something about him, huh? But more importantly, he likes training his dogs. It's fun to see all that hard work he put into forming a perfect response pay off, when they do something that seems so natural and so ingrained in them that they weren't doing two months ago.

So when Wren sees you, sweating in the midmorning sun, carrying around the buckets of slop for the pigs, yet still managing to look so put together (and dare he say... cute?) with all the flies buzzing around your head, he instantly sees the potential. You're gonna be his next project.

And while Remy is a perfectly good boss, one to keep happy, Wren has got to look out for his own interests.

So he heads back home, deciding that eventually, you'll probably make your way over here and fall right into his hand- Most. Literally.

The afternoon sun is just setting over the moor when you ride up. The smuggler licks his lips as he watches you from his steel patio table, whiskey and cigarette smoke from his buddies clouding his vision. He peers over his hand of cards, impressed with how well you can handle that Arabian.

They tend to run hot, much like Wren is feeling right now. They need a firm hand and an even firmer mind. There's gotta be something in the press of your stirrups and the pull of your reins in order to get 'em to listen to you, and honestly, Wren didn't expect that from that cute lil orphan he saw struggling to feed the pigs. Color him intrigued. Wondering what those soft, uncallused hands would feel like around his cock, he follows you with his eyes as you dismount, tie up your horse, and walk into the den of the snake he calls Boss.

You come out about half an hour later. Wren keeps pretty good tabs on his environment due to his line of work and if he has a special interest that makes him watch you a little closer than usual, well... who's gonna call him out on that?

That furrowed brow you're wearing probably means Remy didn't get to you, which, kinda excites him. You'll be sticking around for a little longer then? Great.

"Hey, you," He calls out. Tapping his cigarette in the ashtray, he looks back up to find you looking around, then pointing at yourself questioningly. "Yeah, you. Get over here."

You don't immediately listen to him, instead standing there, weighing your options. It pisses him off a little. We'll have to work on that. Won't we?

But you apparently decide he looks trustworthy enough, as trustworthy as anyone hanging around Remy can be, and make your way over to the table of men. They don't spare any glances towards you, instead deciding to direct them to Wren himself. He ignores them and shifts in his seat to face you.

"You look a little stressed," he comments, using this excuse to look you up and down. And what a sight you are. Did Alex give you those boots, or did you buy them yourself? He doubts you have another in your life, seeing as how frequently he sees you making your way up the farm road. They look good on you. They'd look even better off. "Wanna join us for a couple of games?"

The man next to Wren snickers, but it's cut off with a jab to the stomach under the table.

"...?"

"Oh ho ho, quiet one, hm? You know what they say about the quiet ones, don't you, Wren?" The man across from him is being extraordinarily obnoxious tonight. Wren shoots him a warning look, a raised eyebrow that dares him to continue. He. apparently, doesn't value his life and does so, "They say they're-"

He's cut off as quickly as he starts.

Wren doesn't even know what happened for a second. One minute, the man was there, sitting across from him with a cocky smirk, then, he's on the floor, holding his now bleeding nose and a boot next to his face. A boot?

Wren looks back to you at this point and when he does, he practically sees hearts.

You're on one leg. A striped sock on your left foot raised slightly into the air. Arm pitched forward as you haven't had time to retract it after throwing your boot.

"Does it say that if they're wearing steel-toed boots that you should shut the fuck up?" you murmur as you slowly right yourself, careful not to lose your balance, and this time, Wren is able to hear you as everyone else at the table is dead silent. "'Cause if not, I think they got the saying wrong."

Wren is the first to do anything, and when he does, he laughs. He laughs like he hasn't in a while. He doubles over, holding his stomach, much to the shock of his goons, who startle at the noise. No one else says anything in the meantime, just stealing glances at each other quietly.

Fearshockconfusion-

"My, my, you... you're a feisty one, huh?" He says, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Boss!" Exclaims the man that you've basically called a piece of shit, indignantly. Deservingly.

"Shut it. Or else you'll find them taking your spot on this team." Wren hopes he can keep the want out of his eyes when he turns back to you, hopes it doesn't scare you off when he hands you a cigarette (but he supposes if it does, then you're not the one he's been looking for-) and asks you for a game.

You stare at his hand, then back at the man on the floor, and nod. You can handle yourself here.

You end up with both your boots off by the end. And your shirt. While you down another shot of whiskey.

Surprisingly enough to him though, Wren has also lost some clothes, his hat, the red bandana he wears around his neck, and one of his boots. Though he hasn't lost that predatory smirk he keeps shooting you from across the table.

You've moved inside from the last few games, Wren's goons gather around the cottage to watch the game from the sidelines, while you silently bet and raise and fold. But Wren's playing this game for something much more valuable than you realize.

He deals another round.

He loses.

"Well then, that's another boot for me, huh?" He goes to pull it off, but you put your hand up, shaking your head.

"I want something else," You say, and Wren is intrigued. His brow raises, his smirk gets a little longer, he can feel his face warp into an expression a wolf gives the rabbit who asks to play hide and seek, but he can't help it. He's enjoying your hunger for gambling immensely, even more since you can keep up with him.

"Oh? And what would that be, little one?"

"I want you to smash a window in Remy's mansion," You spit out. There's venom in your voice; apparently, that little 'meeting' didn't go too well, huh?

The room is immediately quiets, despite how low you've said it, heads turning towards you in disbelief that you've literally just said that while sitting in the cottage of Remy's second-hand man, practically rubbing elbows with him. They then turn to Wren, watching his amused smile drip off his face like butter in the hot sun.

"Boss," one of them pushes off the wall. "Do want us to throw them out-" He's cut off with a hand from Wren, slowly retreating back to his place.

Wren drops his hand, looking down at the cards laying on the table for a second before he sighs and sits back in his chair, raising his eyes to meet yours, holding the gaze. "Do you know what you're asking of me? Do you know how much Remy pays? How much it would cost for you-"

"I'm not going to pay."

"Excuse me—”

"Not in cash."

A laugh. "And what could you have that I possibly want? That would be enough to potentially cost me my meal ticket, my men's pay, all this niceness right here?"

You bit your lip. Slowly, you rise from your seat and hook your fingers in the waistband of your bottoms.

"Me."

Wren's eyebrows shoot up. He is suddenly very, very hungry.

You drop your bottoms.

He licks his lips.

You're everywhere.

Wren's obsessed with it.

Your mouth on his fingers, drooling all over them, on his thighs, grinding yourself against them, in his lap as Wren thrusts up into you, grabbing onto the table in front of you to try and keep him from bucking you into the air like a stallion. Moans pour from your lips as his other hand, rough, callused, dirty with dirt and sweat and god knows what else, snakes around to your front and nudge open your knees, skin catching skin as he runs his hands up your thighs to your slit, finding your clit between your folds.

He still doesn't know what to make of you, more do than talk, how you got him to the point of needing to watch his cock in and out of you, how you were able to play him as well as you play blackjack... it's like you were crafted for him, made to fit in his hands and react exactly how he wanted you too.

"Knew you'd be a good rider," he pants, not giving you a second to recover before he's dropping both his hands to lift you from behind your thighs... and my god, are you soft there. He can feel the muscle of your leg, trained and firm; it's no wonder how you could control that horse. With legs like that, you could break the will of even the strongest of animals.

He needs to feel it around his cock. Now.

You slide down his front, letting his cock slide out of you, and bending at the waist to lean over onto the table, like you've been waiting for him to let you down so you could taunt him with your pretty ass, pussy pushed together by the swell of your thighs.

He can't stop touching you, fingers caressing the back of your knee all up your thighs to trace the outline of your pussy. Then it's in your hair, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you up, so he can lick your ear with his deep, raspy voice.

"Darlin', you're making it real hard not to take a picture of your adorable little pussy and keep it framed," he whispers, letting his fingers push into your for emphasis. You shake your head as much as you can, trying to ease the pressure on your scalp by grabbing his hand to alleviate some of your weight. He sees red. "You not gonna answer me? You can moan on my cock, like a whore, but you won't beg for me not to flaunt the most gorgeous piece of ass I've ever had the pleasure to ruin?"

"Not dignified enough for me to answer," you hiss back.

No one, not even his dick of a boss, pisses him off quite as much as you do. He doesn't know what it is about you, something makes him want to grab the riding crop Remy uses on the difficult ones so he can train you properly. He loves the challenge.

"Be that way then." He slams you back down onto the card table, forcing your legs open and shoving his cock between your thighs. You clench them together, the warm pressure making Wren sigh in pleasure. You let him use your body, let the thrusts push you back and forth, as Wren fucks your thighs, keeping his hand in your hair the whole time. You are drunk on the feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy, if you tilt your hips justttt so, you can feel it rub against your clit, sparks flying up your spine, pushing you further and further into the haze of sex and alcohol you've wandered into.

"You gonna be a doll and let me cum on your thighs? Or am I going to have to ask for that nicely too?” He mocks.

"As long as you feed it to me after." Wren laughs.

"You got yourself a deal. Easiest-" He pushes against you violently. "-One-" Another jerk of his cock. "-I've ever-" Another. "-Made." And you feel the heat of cum on your pussy, slick and sticky and wet, dripping down to your thighs.

Looking down, you can see the trail run, a copious amount still pooled. You look back, to Wren, who has a smirk on his face, like the cat that's caught the canary.

"You gonna say thank you? Or am I gonna have to fuck that out of you too?"

#dol #degrees of lewdity #wren the smuggler #angelic songs #did i fucking do a shit ton of research on horses for this?#yes #yes i did #.SMS SENT #🍩 of dol

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hello! can i get a match up? ahhh here's the stuff about me :]]

name: lana / ruth

personality: im an infp, my friends describe me as nice and easy to get along with. im also shy especially with strangers and dont talk most of the time and i like to be alone sometimes. i can be clingy and needy but i dont make it obvious.

zodiac: im a taurus!!

appearance: i dont know how to describe my skin tone but i think its tan. i have long straight black hair and i have pretty big eyes. i like to wear shirts and shorts, just anything comfortable and i wear eyeglasses. my arms and legs are kinda hairy which i dont really like about myself.

uhhh here's an extra: i really love drawing, music, and cats they're all a comfort.

for the age range or something, could it be one of the the boys in the party? (mike, dustin and lucas. im also a minor but i prefer not to specify my age)

i hope its good enough <33

aww you are so cute 😭 thank you so much for your submission! you know who i think would be literally OBSESSED with you?

MIKE WHEELER

you two would be pretty awkward at first- considering mike is… well, mike! but that’s okay, because you two would slowly warm up to each other. it takes him a while to get used to having you around, since femme people have never really been his forte up until you came along.

he finds out you’re a lot more interesting than he originally thought. your like for music gets to him, and he starts to listen to the things you like when he sees you doing it. it’s a little funny- he wouldn’t ask for the music you recommend- he would just try his best to hear whatever you’re listening to, and when he goes shopping for cassettes, he literally just tries his best to replicate the songs he’s looking for. eventually you’d catch on, walking into the store as he does so. you stifle a laugh and he turns, seeing you there with your hand over your face to hide the amusement you got out of the whole situation. he tries his best to explain himself but really, he just wants to hear you laugh a little more.

when you two officially get together, he would be a pretty bad boyfriend. not that he doesn’t love you or something, cuz he does! a lot! it’s just a little hard for him to say how he feels sometimes. he talks in code a lot, and it takes you a while to catch on, but eventually you two come up with enough code for one another that you don’t have to fully explain how you feel, but perfectly demonstrate it through your, what you like to call, ‘milana’ code.

“Mike?” You turn to face your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you, fiddling with the walkie-talkie in his hands. “Is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah,” Mike shrugs, brushing off your concern and continuing to play with the antenna.

“That means it’s not.” You catch him, shuffling closer to him and hoping he opens up. “The party?”

He sighs, putting it in his lap, a sign you were getting closer to the answer. “Apparently, because I hang out with you more than them, I’m not a member anymore.”

“What? That’s insane,” you put a hand on his. “That’s… not nice. Well, hey, listen. Who cares? We don’t need ‘em. I’ve got you, you’ve got me.”

Mike looks you in the eyes and huffs what you assume to be a laugh. “Lana, I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” you smile. “Let’s go out to the playground or something, yeah?”

“Um, is it fine if we stay in?” He asked, biting his bottom lip slightly. You nod and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #st mike #michael wheeler #mike wheeler matchup #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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