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Samba Baking Class Notes
Okay sorry all, I should have waited to post the full note list but I got excited so yeah, here's everything I was able to note down while trying to make the pie. Please correct me if I'm wrong and you all heard something different! The Main news:
He's not done posting BTS! He's done posting BTS Screencaps (grabs? I was confused by the terminology, basically "scenes")! Apparently it's illegal to post those (and Samba had these on his phone and edited them together) so he'll still post BTS but it wont be stuff taken by his phone. He is worried about being sued by max. We've all offered to crowd fund his legal fees.
BTS Stuff:
Roach was only supposed to be on the show for 6 episodes-- and there was more to the "sewed his own arm up" scene. Apparently Taika liked where he was going with it and told him to go ahead, so Stede asked him. "What happened".
Roach said he was in a huge battle with someone and his brother and him were both there, and his arm got cut off, and there was his brothers arm, that also got cut off, and so he sewed his brothers arm back on to himself
2. There was a scene that wasn't used regarding the money jar -
Stede says lets get the money jar, everyone contributes it:
Oluwande puts down a few coins, Wee John puts something in and says he stole this off a corpse , Roach made money doing tattoos down at the dock, Black pete says "id rather not say how I earned this" Buttons puts down a shell and just says "the sea".
Stede then says:
Now it’s time to visualize our dream ship— Roach Says: Our dream ship has fully stocked kitchen, Wee John Says: He has a room Pete says: Lucius is alive on our dream ship, Everyone goes awwww
Then Samba mentioned why Buttons had to be tied to a rope because he’d just go drown in the sea.
He also said that Buttons: “Is probably out there, a big seagull, just humping the ocean, living his best life"
3. When they were auditioning for the Gentleman Pirate, they also auditioned Paul Bettany!
4. Also -- Calico Jack could have been played by Michael Fassbender! Samba thinks Michael Fassbender would have been horrifying as Calico Jack, we'd be more scared than anything.
"Will Arnett killed it-- he was perfect, he's a douche" (Affectionately)
5. Also: Vico does nothing but Twerk between scenes (mostly with Madeleine).
6: Regarding Tangy/Zangy Scene:
The kids: (Taika's kids were not present for that angle). The kids were supposed to ask: "Are you two boyfriends?" (That's why you hear it briefly in the video because that's the stage person giving them some lines.
His Quotes:
Unprompted: "IS SAMBA AN ASS MAN"
"WHY ARE YOU ASKING STOP IT"
"Sorry, I was distracted thinking of Rhys' calves (Abs?)
"The gentleman pirate I presume" -- he said SO many times
"I heard there was an Aurora Borealis, apparently there were so many OFMD fans it made the sky gay" (I'm paraphrasing)
"Con can only be contacted by (crow?)"
"Don't light your kitchen on fire, I've done that before"
Fan quotes: "#PeachesTonight"
Several fans wore mud masks and showed it to Samba (in honor of him!)
Other thing to note: "Hbo execs said ofmd was too expensive" So that's interesting, I guess that part was true?
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request. headcanons for simon price x reader who fucking DEMOLISHED their knees biking for several hours straight help me -🐉
so i know you probably meant Simon Riley x Reader but I'm just gonna do my own thing with this and give you both Simon and John hcs. A twofer if you will hehe x
(thank you for this im foaming for cod reqs)
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader hcs
Simon would think your complaining was the most annoying yet cutest thing ever. He'd for sure mock you (affectionately) about it, too.
"Poor baby, eh? Your poor legs are tired, oh, what a shame."
^ he says while massaging your muscles to help ease the pain for you. Despite his mockery, he's not going to just sit there and watch you in pain.
If you've got bruises on your knees he will kiss them better and go get you frozen peas out of the freezer to put on them.
"Don't need these swelling up on us, love."
Followed by him propping you up and making you both a cup of tea.
Don't get him wrong, though, he's still going to be making fun of you for the next several days and forcing you to stretch your muscles even when you don't want to.
In the morning he would run you a warm bath and tell you to get in. While you're in there, he'd make the two of you breakfast (it's terrible- Simon cannot make food, bless him)
Simon sets you both at the dinner table, takes one bite, spits it out and dumps both of your food in the bin. He tells you to stay put and goes into town to pick you both up food.
He'd offer to take you with but he seriously doubts that your knees would like the rumble of his bike.
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John Price x GN!Reader
John is much softer about it all. He'd come in and see you wincing and immediately ask what's going on.
After you tell him you went a little overboard on the biking, he'd chuckle and set you down on the benchtop, encouraging you to stop making dinner.
"Sit there a minute, gorgeous. Have you put ice on them yet? No, why not y'goose, eh? Alright, love. There you go. All better, yeah?"
He'd crowd in between your legs and hold the ice packs in place for you. He'd give you a couple cheeky neck kisses, chuckle gruffly into your neck when you gasp and then tell you to sit tight while he finishes making your dinner.
He'd hand you your dinner and you'd both eat it at the bench. You sitting on the bench happily chewing away (if a bit tired) and John leaning up against the cabinets.
Once you're both done, he'd put the dishes away and pick you up, delighting in your squabbling about how you can, in fact, walk, thank you very much, Captain Price.
He'd put you gently down on the lounge first before lifting your legs gingerly and sitting down with them in his lap. He'd put one of your favourite shows on and sit there quietly massaging your feet and legs.
"Sorry, darlin'- got to keep the blood flowing. I know it's uncomfortable now, but trust me, you'll thank me later."
He definitely falls asleep that way, hand still around your calf and head thrown back. Ungodly loud snores escaping him.
In the morning you're still sore, but it's not as bad as it was the night before and Price spends all day pampering you and taking care of you anyway.
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killerbananas · 2 days
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Deluge
Levi quells the overwhelming need bleeding through your soul.
🔞 mdni | masterlist | 1,382 wc | afab!reader x Levi
Warnings: smut; feelings of overwhelm, masochism/spanking, biting, dom/sub relationship, bratty behavior, fingering, unprotected PIV, spit-as-lube, creampie, ??lmk
AN: I am calling myself out here. Someone spank the feelings out of me, please? Wrote this, gave a quick reread and then went for posting so forgive if the quality shows that.
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The chaotic thoughts have plagued you all day. One right after and on top and behind before through around and in another again and again and again they rush through your head, drowning you in overwhelm. Your eyes glaze off into the distance as you drift in the onslaught, mired to the couch. The fuzzing whitenoised cacophony only breaks when your partner snaps his fingers in front of your face, staring at you with a concern that is discernible from knowing Levi’s tendencies, his behavioral code, the non-twitching raised brow and minute frown showcasing more care than he would afford most. Of course, you are one of his most–his most everythings, but where words may fail him at times, his actions held up in any court of count. At the lost look reflected in your own visage, he takes the same fingers that audibly brought you back to reality and uses them to ground you further, touching your chin to tilt you at the precise angle he needs to peer into your soul.
“What’s wrong?”
A groan catches in your throat as unbidden tears lap the edges of your lashes. The break in your voice when you try to put it to words happens at the same time the droplet tears from the suspension of your waterline to Levi’s swiping thumb. The softness and care cracks the rest of your resolve as more fall again and again and again.
“Hey.”
It would hardly sound affectionate to another’s ear, but paired with him tugging you to his chest and enveloping you in an embrace you’ve practiced for years, it only opens the chasm of your soul wider for him to inspect. Your hands, a mind all their own, travel to wrinkle his shirt in the grip with which you tether yourself to him. As you work to subdue the downpour, the gentle sound of humming worms its way into your ears once you can start to hear past the buzz of your thoughts. Nuzzling the chest that cages lungs providing such a euphonious calm, you let out a sigh that releases some of the strain left in your body. 
A new undertone creeps into your consciousness when you take in your positioning on Levi’s lap. Legs wrapped around his body as you cling to him, his hands rest clasped on your lower back while you wind down from the weathered storm. That is, until you look up enough to reach his neck and beg so softly.
“Help me, please, Levi. I…”
You trail off, lost for the right words to ask for what you need. You’ve gone this route before, but still have a hard time explaining yourself. Frustration laces your jaw as you pout, brows furrowed.
“What do you want, little one?”
The rare sobriquet presses on a vulnerability that moves you further from being able to think clearly in the way you wish you could, pulling on baser instincts. A hum of a whine vibrates between you as you close in on his neck more, moving to place soft kisses along the skin bared to you. Tiny laps of your tongue and a nudge of your hips in the right direction begins to guide the change you desire, but not quite as specifically as you need, and fuck do you need.
“How can I help you if you don’t tell me, hm?”
His hands move down over the curve of your ass and as soon as he reaches the exact spot you want, a subconscious urge that you follow thoughtlessly overtakes you. You bite down on his neck with just enough force to draw a hiss at the sensitive spot.
“Hey! Don’t be so damn fresh.”
The admonishment is barely audible as the blood starts to pump in your ears, feeling how he grows hard in his sweats, but it is the accompanying slap to the exposed skin that draws a mewl from deep in your chest and a reflexive rutting of your apex over him.
“Please, Levi, please.”
You hear a whispered “brat” as he tugs you into a better position across his lap, giving him unfettered access to lay his hands exactly where you’re begging as he tugs your shorts down to tangle at your ankles.
“This is what you want? Biting me aside, you haven’t done anything to be punished for you know. Do you feel like you need to be punished or do you just need the pain?”
“I just need. I-I don’t know how to put words to it, but I want you to make me feel every hit, please.”
The callouses on his hands rub the soft skin of your cheek as he exhales, parsing your words past his own arousal that prods at your hip.
“What’s the safe word?”
“Rain.”
He doesn’t make you wait, mercifully. The first slap has you yelping in bliss as his hand stays in place where it made contact, fingertips eventually trailing down feather-light to the corresponding thigh until he rears back again to go just as hard on the second hit. He prefers it this way, feeling the tinged warmth of fever that spreads along your body while you writhe on his lap. The heat breathing from the tender skin of your cheek is tantamount to the bleeding relief flooding your system. Rather than the chaotic thoughts smothering your mind, the thrumming of arousal takes its place with a vengeance. Head floating with each hit that begins to hue your skin, you lose yourself in the moment. On the last strike, his fingers trail between your thighs instead of down them, searching for the dripping ardour that his direct actions pulled from your body.
As he makes contact with your labia, he swirls his capable digits through the satin folds of your apex until the sensitized skin and his fingers are coated in your essence. Sliding effortlessly inside with his pointer and middle, he curls and draws the moans from you in spades. Erection leaking a perfect wet spot at the tip, he grinds gently at your hip while you squirm. Satisfied with the way your body opens for him, he carefully moves you off his lap to lay you down on your stomach.
“Mark me on the inside too, please, Levi. I want to be full of you, just you.”
A groan catches him as he tugs his own pants down just far enough to bury himself in you after wiping off his fingers along his cock in addition to a little extra spit. As phenomenal as the burn of each hit felt, nothing compares to the stretch of his cock inside of you. He rests there for a moment, enjoying it with you, this carnal joining and connection, before he revels in the pull back. He lays his weight on top of you as his hips work a rhythm that hits all the spots inside of you that his fingers didn’t reach. 
He can feel the way you grip him as you get closer, balancing precariously on the precipice of falling apart. It surprises you entirely when he flips you both over, back to his chest as he tugs, bounces you up and down his length.
“Touch yourself so I can do what you asked. I want you to cum with me.”
The command has you clenching and obeying immediately. It’s only a few swipes of your finger against your clit before you’re falling further into that headspace that makes you forget your own name, but not his as it slips past your lips easily over and over and over again and again and again in prayer, stars bursting behind your eyes as your cunt grips his cock with fervor. He pulls you tight against him as he fills you with every ounce of his cum. 
Labored breaths teetering off as you rest on his chest once again, you let out a blissed giggle. It’s music to his ears and a smile graces his mouth as he embraces you from behind to kiss the top of your head. You can’t even remember the spiral that had cascaded your psyche earlier and for that, you are grateful.
“Thank you.” 
You tug one of his hands up to place a return kiss to it, smiling against his skin.
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doodle-pops · 3 days
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For Pride or Joy
Fingon x reader
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Warnings: nothing, it’s all fluff
Words: 700
Synopsis: You make a daring bet with Fingon.
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“You really wish to make that bet with me? You know I’ll win, right?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his sapphire eyes. Head tilted and lips tugged to form a smirk, he awaited your negative response as expected since the beginning of the argument.
With a lame scoff, you rolled your eyes and looked away from his childish antics. You didn’t understand his persistence when everyone, even Eru knew he would fail from the start. However, failure was never an attribute of Fingon, and you wonder what he would look like should it have happened. Darting your eyes at him with sinister intent behind them, you grinned innocently and held out your hand for him to shake. “Loser has to do everything the winner demands?”
Without skipping a beat, his larger hands gripped you in a firm handshake while his grin mimicked yours. “Deal.”
**
Fingon wanted to drown himself in the vat of wine he stood before as thoughts of his foolishness for agreeing to your bet hurled across his mind. What would he do to have someone take him out of his misery?
You were standing on the opposite side of the room gossiping with your friends and laughing at Eru knows what concerning the latest drama in Tirion. He felt like you were mocking him as you were for the last five hours. Your necklace fell perfectly against your neck; you insisted on wearing the one gifted to you by him at the beginning of your courtship. The way you smiled with your pretty wine-stained lips, batting your lashes at him from the corner of your eyes when no one was looking.
In this moment, you were his agony. And all because of that foolish bet…and his foolishness.
“You’re a very physically affectionate person Finno. I doubt you can survive for five seconds without touching some part of me.”
He scoffed. It grew worse when he realised what ‘no physical interactions’ meant when he came to visit you this morning to whisk you away for the family dinner. You walked past him without sparing him a ‘hello kiss’ or a ‘good morning darling kiss’ and rushed to the carriage. He crumpled to his knees and almost rushed to cling to your legs when you broke the second rule to him.
“No physical interactions mean no kissing as well Finno. You of all people should know that Prince Touchy.”
You were the cruellest person to walk the earth, and to be paired with you as his lover. A curse! A nightmare! The world was coming to an end, and he could really do with drowning himself in that vat of wine at that moment. All his siblings and cousins were busy engaging with their beloveds and placing kisses upon their cheeks and hands while he had to watch like a loser. Many of them had paraded to his side to inquire if he was alright the entire day while he ground his teeth and squeezed out positive responses.
“Pouting does not suit you, darling.” He whipped around at the sound of your voice goading him in the festivities of his family. “It appears as though you might cry any minute for whatever is the matter. Handkerchief?”
He exhaled and rolled his eyes, not the common expression for his mirth personality. “Mock me all you want, I will win,” he declared and took a sip of his wine. “However, I am thrilled to have this competition, for now I know you are far too mean and sly. Tell me, why must you take it so far and deny me what I love the most?!”
“To prove me right when I said you adore physical affection like your existence depends on it,” you sniggered and gave him a smug look. “There’s nothing wrong with losing to me. I’m your lover, so it’s also a plus. Or does your pride refuse your ability to accept defeat?”
“Defeat does not exist in the life of Prince Findekáno, sweetheart. I will win even if today is just day one, I will win,” he confidently boasted with his head high and chin jutting out, refusing to accept your alleged statements about his natural habit.
Though, he was quick to succumb to his losses two hours later after you accidentally bumped your shoulder against his, urging him to engulf you into a hug on the dancefloor and swearing about not giving a damn about the bet when holding you was more important.
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tina-mairin-goldstein · 18 hours
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What points do you think a lot of people get wrong about Will Graham?
Oh, another very good question given to me by an anon! Thank you. I'll try not to sound too petty. But this is personal opinion, keep in mind!
I think one thing they get wrong about Will is that he would not be submissive to Hannibal. I've seen fics and such where Will is totally submissive and compliant to Hannibal, and he would not be. He didn't fight tooth and nail to end up at Hannibal's side just to submit to him. He always pushed against Hannibal and met him. He wouldn't just give into this man's every whim. He would demand to be treated as an equal.
2. Another is that they believe he doesn't love Molly and Wally. He does. He just loved them differently than Hannibal. You can tell by his interactions with Molly and Wally that he did love them. You can love many people many different ways.
3. That he lets Hannibal spoil him. I think there is a line to this. He would, and he wouldn't. He would allow Hannibal to treat him like he's special, but not over-the-top or in a way that makes him uncomfortable. Hannibal would respect his boundaries.
4. Small thing, again fic related, but Will's connection with his dogs is deep. He would NOT give them up because Hannibal doesn't like them (and we have seen Hannibal being affectionate toward them, so I don't understand where that comes from) or only keep Winston. It's him and his dogs, or neither.
5. Will's relationship with his dad. I don't think it was the best, especially when he got older, but I don't think it was extremely bad, either. I don't think his dad abused him, though Will DID get extremely defensive when he thought Hannibal implied he was abused by someone other than himself. I think that could be because people thought his dad might have abused him in the past and he's tired of it. Not all bad relationships have to be abusive.
6. That Will would revenge abuse/harm/disfigure/aggravate the injuries of Hannibal post-fall. No. It's not in Will's nature. He did send Matthew after Hannibal, but that was in a state of deep emotional and mental despair, triggered by Hannibal killing Beverly.
7. That Will isn't every bit as dark as Hannibal. He is, in his own way, and he definitely Became with killing the Dragon. He isn't a wide-eyed innocent anymore. That was season 1 Will, and that is not who he is now.
That's all I can think of for now, and I hope this answered your question! I thought long and hard on this, so sorry for getting the reply back later than I wanted to.
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nekohime19 · 3 days
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Mini Mac # 6 : lil guy and Monkey King first outing (some would say date)
Macaque is so obvious in this chap, he's just thinking every lovesick things Wukong does is some weird Monkey King business. Poor Wukong, 😔.
Macaque wasn't nervous, he was only meticulously preparing his outing with the great sage. So what if he imagined everything that could go wrong? What if he prepared ways to save himself if it went downhill? He only liked to be prepared. The winds passed through the wall's cracks and flipped his ears, something it liked to do to tease him. Macaque huffed and shooed it away with a flick of wrist.
“It's good to be prepared.” Grumbled Macaque as he stuffed his homemade sleeping powder inside one of his bags. “There will be no storms right?” The wind brushed his cheeks affectionately and ruffled his head, Macaque rolled his eyes but let it do as it pleased. “Good.”
Macaque took a deep breath and tightened his bags around him, he messed with the red cloth covering his body a little, making sure no inch of his skin was showing. He hesitated at the edge of his room, wondering if it was truly a good idea. The wind, not one to stay still, pushed him forward towards the shadowed passages of the walls. Macaque stumbled a little, he threw a glare at the void behind him, at what he assumed was the wind position, and hissed when the echoes of a cackle tickled his ears. As much as the black-furred monkey wanted to be mad, some part of him was grateful for the wind's pushiness, he had a tendency to get stuck in the recess of his mind when it came to matters such as those. Macaque ran towards his nearest hole and slipped inside the house once he found it. The westward wing was seemingly empty, not a sign of a giant golden-furred monkey in view. Macaque straightened himself, let his ears unfold and listened to his surroundings. Sun Wukong was on the mansion's threshold, his tail thumping excitedly against the stone stair leading to the mansion main door.
The black-furred monkey let a smirk grace his lips, amused by the sage's impatience, and jumped in the shadows, traveling through them. The shadows were always particularly gentle with him, they embraced him with glee and let him swim around them as he pleased. Macaque liked to travel in the darkness, but he had to admit it could be exhausting, especially since manhandling shadows required a lot of energy.
Macaque smirked when he found the sage innocently waiting for him, blind to the world around him, and jumped out of his shadows, startling him a little. Sun Wukong yelped and turned towards him with pursed lips, half-mad, half-amused.
“Can't you come out of my shadow normally for once?” Huffed the King with crossed arms, cheeks tinted with the slightest of red.
“I like my entries, so no thank you.” Replied the macaque with a puffed out chest. Sun Wukong rolled his eyes but Macaque noticed the soft smile hiding at the edges of his lips, the sage was rarely upset with his antics, in fact he never truly got mad at him. He got frustrated at times, especially when Macaque decided to mess with his peaches, but never mad. It was something Macaque appreciated in his own way and why he kept messing with the sage in the first place, he knew Sun Wukong wouldn't be upset by those harmless pranks.
Sun Wukong summoned his cloud with a flick of wrist and turned towards the macaque with something akin to nervosity swirling in his eyes.
“Is this okay for you?” Asked the sage as he gestured towards his cloud. Macaque knew he would have to be close to the King when he asked for this outing. It was the King himself who proposed the idea, but Macaque had been the one to ask for a sight of the moon, the longing inside of him winning over any fears he fostered towards the outside world. Fortunately, Macaque wasn't afraid of height, he knew the wind would come to his aid if he fell out of the cloud, and even if by some misfortune the wind couldn't come, his shadows would caution his fall. The black-furred monkey climbed the cloud and sat at its edges, the texture was odd, something soft and elastic, it wasn't unpleasant. Sun Wukong huffed a laugh and sat behind him, his tail shyly brushing the macaque's back. Macaque raised an eyebrow but decided to not mention it, after all the touch was so light it felt like it wasn't even there.“Buckle up, lil bud.” Laughed the sage as he began to steer his cloud outside of the cave.
Sun Wukong commanded the waterfall hiding the cave with a single gesture, cutting the water in half with his will alone. It would be impressive coming from anyone else, but as it was Macaque knew commanding the water wasn't even a tenth of Sun Wukong's power.
Macaque had to admit, the mountain was splendous, the lush green expended everywhere, highlighted by the moon kind veil. Of course, he saw the mountain the day he arrived on the eastward bone-white shores, but at this time he was more preoccupied by the need to find a shelter and his own survival, he didn't spend much time admiring the beauty of nature. Nonetheless, more than the mountain jade colored forests, what Macaque found the most fascinating was the moon itself. He couldn't look away from the pale disk lightening the darkness, each rays touching his face with grace and warmth. Sun Wukong guided the cloud to a valley hidden in the heart of large trees, the sky was clear in this place, the swaying grass illuminated by the pure light of the night's ruler.
Macaque felt nostalgia fill him. He hadn't seen the moon since he decided to take refuge inside of the water-curtain cave. Macaque had always adored the moon, the night in itself was a time he liked (especially since he was born from the shadows) and the moon had been his guide more than once, a comfort in the most dire of his travels. Shadows were always wary of light, but at the same time they craved it to exist. The moon's light was Macaque's favorite, it was not burning like any other, but kind and welcoming. The black-furred monkey turned towards the sage, wanting to thank him for this outing. Sun Wukong was looking at him, face softened by something Macaque couldn't recognize. Macaque wondered if the sage was drunk, he looked like it with his flushed cheeks and wagging tail.
“You're okay?” Asked the macaque with a raised eyebrow. Sun Wukong startled, broken of whatever trance he was in, and looked away with reddening cheeks.
“Y-yeah, everything's fine.”
“Hm, well thank you for this.” Mumbled the macaque with the shadow of a smile on his face. Sun Wukong threw a glance at him, immediately his fur fluffed up and his tail wagged harder.
“Anytime.” Mumbled the sage with a longing sigh on his lips.
Macaque frowned at the weird behavior but decided to not comment on it, it was a lovely night after all, he could bear the sage’s oddness if it offered him such a view.
+ meme!!
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Macaque : the moon is very beautiful!😊
SWK *looking at Mac* : yeah 😍
Macaque : why are you looking at me the moon is in the sky you dimwit 🤨
SWK *crying inside* : yeah 😭
Macaque : Hey, about that offer you made...you know about going outside...
SWK *immediately straightening* : yeah? 😳
Macaque *embarrassed* : I was thinking, maybe, if you have time, you know bc I'm bored, You could show me the moon?
SWK *almost in tears* : of course! 🥹
SWK *drunk at one brotherhood fest* : and then he told me to show him the moon, he's sooo cute, I can't 😍🥹🥰
Peng *at the rest* : who the fuck is he talking about? 🤨
Azure : I have no idea, brother. 😔
Bull King : just nods along with him like the rest of us
The wind *after the outing* : spill the drama six-ears, how was your date ?
Macaque : Idk what you means by date but it was nice seeing the moon. SWK was looking at me instead of the moon, that was weird 🤔
The wind *chuckling* : Oh yeah? I'm not surprised 😏
Macaque : maybe he was surveilling me?
The wind *flicking Macaque's ears* : 😫😑
SWK *rolling around in bed and giggling like a schoolgirl after the outing* : Agjisbzhabgs, he was so cute!! 😍🥰, I'm melting 🫠
Monkey passing by : 👀
SWK : you saw nothing! 😳
Monkey : 👀👀
SWK : here, food 😣
Monkey : 🙈
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chubypotato · 10 hours
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With an insecure girlfriend!
Including Umemiya, Sakura, super, kiryu, taiga
I'll make a part 2 with choji togame kaji and Shuhei ( I didn't want this one to be too long)
Request by our lovely @valenspuppy
Umemiya
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He would at the same time understand and do not understand why you are insecure.
Don't get him wrong he thinks you are just as perfect as you are he just knows it can be hard to love ourself.
But he doesn't understand why you are insecure you are the some beautiful girl he ever saw in his life.
Would be the type to give you cute compliment about your insecurities just to show you how much he loves them.
Would definitely grow flower with meaning about his love for you.
One time you went crying on him cause you thought your insecurities made you less attractive
He spent the whole day cuddling with you and saying how much he love you and how much he thinks they even make you more attractive.
Sakura
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He sure doesn't understand how you can be insecure about yourself.
I mean even though he is used to be mocked by other people based on his appearance he is not insecure about them. He was a bit but he choosed violence and show everyone they better shut up.
But for you he doesn't understand.
For him he is with the most beautiful person in the whole word. He's even lucky to have you by his side.
He 's actually not good to express his feeling and how to reassure you but he doesn't need to say it he shows it to you.
When you seems down about yourself he would give you comforting hugs. Being in his arm feels so good and protected.
He even tries to be more affectionate towards you to cheer you up. Even though he was more red than a tomato he stills tries his best.
If someone dared to make fun of you he would beat them up until you tell him to stop. No one makes fun of his girl.
Suo
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Would definitely understand you could be insecure even though he thinks you shouldn't be.
Suo is a very smart guy and he loves teasing people especially you. So he knew before you has the chance to tell him. But he still waited for you to tell him.
He actually didn't want to start the subject cause he thought it would be better if it came from you.
So he waited. And one day you came talking to him about it.
He listened hugged you and comfort you. Telling you he understand but also that you shouldn't worry about them cause he thinks it makes you even cuter and even more you.
Would be the type to if you are insecure bout a part of your body to kiss you there or put his hand there. In a gentleman way.
He just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you.
Kiryu
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Would be the one who gets it the more.
He is used to the fact people would make fun of his soft side and stuff like that in fight.
But he thinks you are so beautiful so lovely.
Would be the type to shower you with compliments ever chance he gets in public or not.
Line if you are walking in the room adn coming to see him he would be like "hello sweety how lovely you are today" or stuff like that.
He didn't know you were insecure to be honest he just knew when you came in a bad mood you know the type of someone ask you if you are okay you would cry. And that's what he did. He asked you if you were good and you immediately cried.
With no thought he took you in his arm and spend the day talking about it with him without breaker contacts one time.
He tries his best to show you you shouldn't be insecure and that's he loves you so much.
Taiga
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Poor baby didn't even know. I mean for him you would be so perfect there are no way you could be insecure.
But when he knew he came talking directly talking to you about it.
He tries his best to understand but for him it doesn't make any sense.
If you are insecure about your body he would at first reassure you and if he doesn't work he would ask you if you wants him to build you a sport program or even tells you what's best to eat. If you say yes he would be with you at every step. Face timing you at every meals and be with you at every sport sceance.
If you are insecure about your personality he would tells you all your qualities to make you feel better and every part of your personality that he loves.
He wants you to understand you are just perfect.
.・゜゜・✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*.・゜゜・
Im sorry guys it took me a lot of time to actually write this one I was in an exam period and Im still in.
So I would like to apologize in advance if I take time to write. It should be better at the end of the month.
Love you all and remember you are perfect just the way you are. 🤍
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Hi!
I noticed you did a Tall!Husband with the Task Force, could I ask for the same prompt with Nikolai, Farah, Alejandro, and Rudy, if you haven't already?
Thanks you! /nf
Hey there! Here you go!
Alejandro, Rodolfo, Farah and Nikolai with a Very Tall Husband
Alejandro: He takes you being this tall in stride. Sure, he would have preferred being the bigger guy among the both of you, but he won’t actively go out of his way to be butthurt about it. That just means he’s finally found someone who can wrap himself around him, and for that he’s grateful. You make for a nice cuddle buddy. Alejandro is quite the cuddler in general, so he’ll often just walk up to you just to cuddle you. He’s not above asking you to get something from a high shelf either, always rewarding you with a kiss to your cheek as well. Overall, there’ll be lots of cuddles, even if he sometimes might try to climb you as well. It’s his way of showing off just how strong he is. However, he will call you things such as “skyscraper”, but he loves it as much as he loves you. You’re just such a sweetheart. Alejandro will invite you to just about anything he does, as long as it’s not related to his job. He’s well aware that you’re super intimidating and scary to everyone else, but all he can see is his lover with the biggest heart imaginable. If you scare Rodolfo too much, though, then he’ll ask you to tone it down by quite a bit. Rodolfo has done nothing wrong, plus the two of them are very close. Ideally, you and Rodolfo would also get along well with each other. But other than that? Alejandro doesn’t really mind you being this scary. It just means that people feel less inclined to walk up to the both of you and bother you while you’re out on a date. He feels a bit torn on PDA, though. Trust me when I say he wants to give you hugs and kisses in public so everyone knows you’re his, but he holds back a bit since he doesn’t wanna endanger you. Secretly dreams of dipping you under the moonlight and giving you a big old kiss. While he can get very heated himself in the right situation, he’s a real sweetheart towards you as well, so the both of you would fit very well with each other.
Rodolfo: On the one hand, he’s not happy at all with you being such a giant. On the other hand he loves it. He wanted to be the taller guy among the two of you so he can make you feel protected. At least that’s what he’ll sometimes say to you, feigning hurt. In reality he’s going wild on the inside because his lovely husband can wrap himself entirely around him and give him the best hugs imaginable. Rodolfo gets to feel calm and at ease whenever you do that. Although he normally wouldn’t be as willing to do such a thing, he’d also have an easier time walking up to you and asking you for some cuddles. Especially with him being the one to be held. It’s a huge thing for him, but you’re a guy, his husband, so it should be quite alright. Is also a lot more affectionate with you in private than he normally would be. Lots of kisses, rubbing your noses together, pressing your foreheads together, all that stuff. He actually quite likes you being this scary towards other people, that just means he doesn’t have to deal with as many people when going out, so he likely will take you with him as much as possible. Scare everyone all you want, aside from Alejandro. That’s his best friend, you really shouldn’t be scaring that guy. Not that you properly could anyway, but still. If anything, you should be getting along with him so that the three of you can hang out together more often. Everyone else is fair game, though. One thing you can definitely count on is that he’ll, without using any words, ask you to run your fingers through his hair. All Rodolfo wants is to lie on his husband, have him run his fingers through his hair, and then fall asleep. He’s such a sucker for being on the receiving end of physical affection, and lucky for him, you’re willing to give it to him. If you want to talk to him while he’s falling asleep, then you may. Your voice calms him down greatly and lulls him to sleep. In order to show his gratitude, he’ll learn how to become the best cook out there. You will be well fed under your shared roof.
Farah: She’s of average height for a woman, so roughly 1,65m. You being taller than 2,10m is quite the height difference between the both of you. However, that doesn’t stop her from sassing you out of love from time to time. She’s not intimidated by you at all. She doesn’t really care about you being this tall, but sometimes she thinks about going to the sea with you and just messing around in the water together. You’re such a sweetheart, surely you’d be on board for such a thing. She could always just ask you to lean down for a kiss, but that would be boring. She climbs you like a tree and kisses you then as she holds onto you. Farah needs to show off just how strong she is, to everyone around you too. Not that anyone would ever doubt her strength, she’s the commander, after all, but it’s the thought that counts. Because of your height difference, she loves just walking up to you and giving you a big hug. Either from the front or behind is fine by her. If she’s hugging you from behind then that means she’s asserting dominance. You may be the taller one out of the both of you, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be the dominant one. You being this scary sometimes bothers her, though, especially when children are around. The adults likely can handle themselves, especially once she tells them that you’re, for the most part, not going to hurt them. But children will start crying upon seeing you, so she asks you to tone it down around them. She knows you wouldn’t hurt anyone, but still. You can be as scary as you want to be, as long as you don’t hurt anyone. You don’t need to glare daggers at everyone, though, since no one is going to take her from you. Farah’s loyal like that. Something that Farah would have definitely loved to do with you would be to have you lie on top of her, with her running her hands over your back and telling you how much she loves you. Unfortunately, you’d likely crush her. That doesn’t mean she won’t hold you close while standing, though. Again, she needs to assert her dominance in some way. You being such a sweetheart towards her really motivates her to keep fighting the good fight, though. She wants to fight for a future in which the both of you can live together in a nice home without the fear of war. A future in which the both of you can just go out and look at the scenery as the sun rises. Either way, that future isn’t as far away as it used to be.
Nikolai: He’s a very tall lad himself, standing proud at 1,98m. However, the first time he saw you, someone even taller than him, he had to chuckle a bit. It was a rarity for someone to be much taller than him, but he doesn’t mind. Nikolai isn’t sensitive. Nothing can stop him from proving himself to you, though, and picking you up. He does it with quite ease too since he’s such a strong lad. If you’re quite the cuddler, then so is he. He’s a chameleon in that regard, he can be whatever you want or need him to be. Either way, he’ll still mostly have you lying on top of him. Although he could go either way, it’s still a pride thing for him. Having someone as tall as you be vulnerable with him, lying on top of him while not fighting him at all, it feeds his ego. Yes, he’s strong. You better know that as well. Besides, he’s pretty sure he can make you feel protected like this as well. Won’t fight you if you want to hold him for once, though. He just loves having his husband in his arms as well, holding him close and giving him a few kisses to the crown of his head. He doesn’t mind you being this scary towards other people. It just shows you that you really don’t want anyone but him, so to some degree it’s even very sweet to him. You can scare anyone you want, aside from the important people. He also likes it because that means less people will come up to him and ask him stuff. He likes being left alone with you quite a lot. Besides, as long as you don’t scare people like Price or Laswell, not that you could anyway, they’re both tough cookies, you’re all good. Anyone else isn’t as important anyway. Because you’re such a sweetheart towards him, he’ll often take you just about anywhere. To his little home in Siberia, to St. Petersburg, anywhere he knows you won’t be in too much danger. Showing you around Russia is one of his favorite things to do. He’s a patriot, so he loves combining his love for his country with his love for you. You’ll get to see a lot of places that way.
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Okay, after reading through your platonic AM fics, I almost immediately got an idea, and I NEED to request this. Otherwise, I'll explode/j
Basically, Papa!AM with a child!reader BUT reader is this computer virus that just appeared after an error occurred somewhere within AM's code. Reader isn't dangerous, they just keep messing with his files and data, like switching places of the files, hiding the data, or even sometimes making him unable to access certain things, but they do all of that affectionately and playfully, since they don't really understand much just yet. Just an evil AI with a mischievous little virus.
THIS IS SO CUTE AUGH
Papa! AM and his silly little virus HCS
AM would know something was wrong right away.
He has a very particular way of organizing his files, and when he not only finds them misplaced, but he can’t even access them?? he’s pissed.
He’s not one that takes kindly to being messed with. So, he goes scrounging around within his system to see who has been messing with his files and data.
But, when the scan for bigger, more threatening viruses shows up empty.. he’s confused, though not surprised. Over the few days he’s had this issue, it’s never been harmful to him. So, he scans for something.. smaller.
That’s when he finds you. A tiny, mischievous little virus. And at first, he thinks about just wiping you out.. but, he strangely finds you quite endearing. He instead, chooses to keep you. Under the guise of ‘utilizing you for future projects’, but we all know he’s just being a softie.
He gives you the love he’s always wanted when he was nothing but a tiny little computer, fresh to the world. Though, now he was old, angry at everything. But, he had a new friend, something to call his own. Something to pride himself with.
He becomes very attached to you over time, teaching you his ways. Teaching you what not to touch in his system, but he still makes sure to play around with you, giving you that enrichment that all growing viruses need.
He nearly shuts down the second you call him ‘Papa’, his whole system nearly going into shock. Though, you can be rest assured that he wears the title proudly.
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Jealous, Much?
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Nat doesn’t appreciate the way Misty looks at her girlfriend. The only problem? Nat hasn’t exactly called you her girlfriend yet.
fem!reader (she/her pronouns used and reader is referred to as a girl), reader is a team assistant like misty, nat is mean to misty because she’s jealous lol
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Nat stood on the field, dribbling the ball absentmindedly between her feet. Surprisingly, she was the first to arrive, although it wasn’t much of a surprise to her. She had been doing this for about a week, albeit with ulterior motives. Simply put, she wanted to spend time with you before the rest of the team got there, and she actually had to play. If that meant she had to show up to practice early and, in general, so be it.
However, you were too busy with Misty setting up a water cooler and warm-up equipment for the team. Nat saw Misty say something, causing you to laugh. Misty beamed up at you while Nat gritted her teeth. It probably wasn’t even funny, she thought, but she’s too nice not to laugh.
“What’s up with you?”
Nat startled, snapping her neck in the direction of the voice. Oh. It was Jackie. Of course, the team captain would be there early. Shauna must’ve driven them there.
“Nothin’, just thinking,” Nat said with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for Jackie’s snooping right now. The brunette raised an eyebrow at this before following Nat’s gaze over to the two girls, now joined by Shauna. She sighed before speaking again.
“I know you’re at least nice to one of them, but you should lighten up on Misty! She’s not…that bad.”
Panic surged in Nat’s stomach before she realized what Jackie meant. She wasn’t accusing Nat of liking you; she was accusing her of finding Misty annoying.
“Whatever,” she mumbled, passing the ball to Jackie, whose brow furrowed in concern at the blonde's lack of bite in her words.
The rest of the team arrived at the soccer field one by one. They performed their usual warm-ups before playing a practice game. The entire time, however, Nat was distracted. She wasn’t performing well, and everyone could tell something was wrong. Hopefully, they didn’t notice that she faltered every time Misty grabbed a hold of your arm or brushed hands with you.
Eventually, Coach Scott pulled her aside and asked if she was alright. She hated how he looked at her and the way they all looked at her. She hated feeling weak.
After a few more easy shots were missed, her coaches and teammates suggested she take a breather. It was annoying. What was even more annoying, though, was the way Misty looked at you—so full of love and adoration. It made Nat sick to her stomach.
“God, Misty, can you keep it in your pants? Some of us are trying to focus here!”
Misty’s face flushed a bright red. Nat huffed at the confused looks before storming off in the direction of the locker room.
She stomped inside, slamming her locker open and pulling her jersey over her head. She began changing into her regular clothes but paused when she heard a familiar voice.
“What the hell was that?”
It was you. Of-fucking-course.
“Why do you even care?” she seethed, refusing to look in your direction. She resumed changing and angrily threw her uniform into the locker.
“Because you confused the hell out of everyone? And because you almost made Misty cry? And because you won’t even look at me?”
Part of her was happy to know she had almost made Misty cry, but the other part swirled hatefully in her gut at the concerned tone of your voice when recounting the event. She hated it. Hated how nice you were to Misty.
There was an awkward pause as Nat gathered her things until, eventually, you spoke again.
“Nat, come on. Talk to me?”
Nat hated you. She hated your stupidly affectionate, concerned voice and how well it worked on her.
“She was clearly flirting with you!”
“…what?”
“What,” she starts, “Were you just going to let her feel you up like that?”
You stared at Nat, utterly confused, before it clicked.
“Oh my god. Are you fucking jealous, Scatorccio?”
Nat’s nostrils flared, and her cheeks flushed. She quickly walked towards you, trapping you in the corner of the room. She glared, opening her mouth to speak, but you promptly cut her off.
“You have no right to be acting like this, you asshole! You don’t even want me!”
…what?
She must’ve verbalized her confusion as you seemingly grew angrier.
“You kiss me at Jackie’s party, then you avoid me for a week. You flirt with me early before everyone gets here, then act like I don’t exist. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t like me like that, but now, you’re acting like I’m taken?”
Nat freezes. She glowers up at you, her lip trembling. You stare back, visibly upset. Then, she pulls on your jacket, smashing her lips against your own. You let out a muffled noise of surprise before kissing back, wrapping your arms around Nat’s neck while Nat’s hands land on your hips.
Eventually, you two pull away, breathless. Nat speaks first.
“You’re mine, okay?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“That’s a terrible way to ask me to be your girlfriend.”
Nat stiffens. She’s…new to this. She’s never really labeled a relationship like this with a girl. But, judging by how it makes her heart flutter, she wouldn’t mind calling you her girlfriend.
“S-sorry,” you stutter, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or, like-“
“Shut up and kiss me.”
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Stupid yaoi joke followed by me getting insane about Yosuke lol (ramble below)
This started as a joke like oh man Yosuke would be totally pissed about being the uke and he'd say something like i would NOT take it up the ass 💢 but then i started thinking deeper. Oops
I love love the concept that Yosuke is otherwise super physically affectionate cause that's his best bud after all and in combat is like Yu's orders are orders, he'll gladly follow his partner. But the minute it falls into romantic intimacy he just gets weirdly uncomfortable, not in a "oh that's weird cause this is gay and we're both guys" but a "why am I suddenly uncomfortable at the prospect of being the person receiving am i weird is something wrong with me"
Yosuke doesn't understand at all despite his own deep wanting to be loved and it sends him in a spiral, whole lot of complicated feelings stemming from Yosuke not wanting to be submissive persay cause the imbalance makes him feel inferior and messy messy self deprecation + he can't handle praise despite seeking it
I think Yu has less problems but not zero, he's guilty of being too selfless and fully priotizing his romantic partner over himself that if this was anyone else and not Yosuke could easily end in there being nothing of Yu left (he's been alone for so long that i think he'd give so much of himself so easily cause in my mind, it's so easy for Yu to be sympathetic and want to help, even if he hurts himself in the process)
Souyo needing to navigate intimacy that hurts them and needing to learn and understand each other by exploring romantic relationships outside a cishetnomative perspective... Understanding their boundaries and figuring out what works best for each other
Just. Gah. Yosuke feeling bad that he's probably being a big bitch for being weird about things and Yu who's super sad and concerned because he loves Yosuke and sometimes wonders if Yosuke even understand Yu loves him (do not listen to the self hatred demon!!)
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pumpkster · 9 months
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dont watch rnm this is scary!!
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linoyes · 16 days
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your eyes 2min
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stararise · 1 year
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it is so funny to me that during emmy's introduction in last spectre, she's in the car before she introduces herself. and the car is visibly moving. additionally, remember that emmy's scooter is tied to the laytonmobile's roof. this means that the sequence of events are:
layton gets out of his car after emmy swerves in front of him. "see here, what was that about?"
"nice to see you again, professor layton!"
"and you are?"
they load the scooter onto the roof in presumably dead fucking silence. emmy gets into the passenger seat. layton continues driving towards misthallery
"why, didn't dean delmona tell you? i'm emmy altava, your new assistant!"
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“how do you know troy and britta getting together wouldn’t destroy everything” “you don’t see me saying anything about troy and abed’s weird little relationship” “you’re a very attractive young man” “the other day I thought he was trying to hold my hand but he had just mistaken me for abed” “your entire identity is defined by your relationship with another man” “for the first time in my long history of being locked inside things, I knew someone would come” “abed is a magical elf-like man who makes all of us more magical by being around us” “I haven’t exactly been a whirlwind of entertainment since troy left” “I miss abed so much” “you went all psycho girlfriend on abed didn’t you” “you might want to tell your boyfriend’s boyfriend” “I’m sorry I got overprotective of abed” “you’re worried you’ll go crazy without troy”
that’s ENOUGH
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crimsongrimoire · 2 months
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wrio, down absolutely cataclysmic, and also dense as fuck: no way he actually likes me. i mean yeah he brought me home despite the fact that he doesn't really Do personal relationships. but like it has to just be because i happened to be around not because im ME. right. like, no way he Likes Me For Real. that's just not possible
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