#window anon

[kithtaehyung]

I think my ask got lost in tumblr. I was busy tryna graduate 😅😅

Anyways, just finished reading 3tan. I have a lot to say but maybe I'll hold it till 3tan10. 🥺🥺 Also, I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't like window. I loved it, even more because you mentioned my nickname in the note.

Btw, woman, how did you survive the concerts?!! JUST HOW

window anon with love.

omg.. window… please never hesitate to say things or comments about fics! comments actually help a lot as far as motivation and just a good boost🥹

of course i would mention your name! you’re the one that sparked that whole holiday special into existence🥳 why wouldn’t i mention you lmao?? i’m really glad you did end up enjoying it.

also…. idk how I survived the concerts i really do NOT‼️

#pls never think i would be bothered by asks or comments! #i and many others would love to know y’all’s thoughts🫂 #window anon #asks:3tan #3tan10 #lovely people #3tanW #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[gabriel-of-mandela]

Hello again. I have not received an answer for my previous message, but given that you're probably busy, I find that alright.

As I was thinking, I made a decision.

To open myself to you.

Hello, Gabriel.

– One who you might know as the "🪟".

Well, yes, I have a revolution to manage, after all. But I do apologize for my tardiness either way.

It is a pleasure to see behind the mask and meat you officially, my dear. :)

#ask #window anon #0696364626

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

requested by anon

snoopy cursor source

#my asks #anon #blue techcore #blue webcore #techcore #webcore #windows 98 display properties #ms paint #mod4win #malteser.exe #gamecore #snoopy cursors #archives #gifcities #f2u

[elizabeths-storytime]

CrossGuild Skate Company

I passed by a skate shop called Crossroads and I went haha what if,

#one piece #one piece fanart #cross guild #buggy the clown #crocodile one piece #dracule mihawk #my fanart #elizabeths storytime #i think its so funny that the lil anon guys dont have eyes #just a lil mouth ) #I know theres an artsy reason being the eyes are the windows to the soul #and anon isn't revealing themselves just saying weird stuff and dipping

[wolfythewitch]

What is the difference between Chirstian/Evangelical and Catholicism?

The windows

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #god i wish i had their windows #also catholics have more guilt than me i can say this with confidence

[foolbehavior]

I love the little hat emoji people use to represent luffy, the android version has a pretty purple bow 👒

#one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #fooldles #experiencing the art horrors right now but the urge to draw him grabbed me by the neck and threw me through a window #anything for you pirate king #EDIT: I FIXED HIS HAND OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT WAS BACKWARDS #THANK YOU ANON FOR TELLING ME #haha i mean whhattt??? it was like this the whole timeeeeee #i don't think deleting a post will always delete the reblogs so i'm just editing #backward hand luffy will haunt me until i die BUT LESSON LEARNED

[definitelynotshouting]

“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST... #THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it..... #i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR.... #i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #fic recs #long post #txt

[stuffeddeer]

y!dazai is such a silly little guy… i can imagine reader developing stockholm syndrome after a while (which is sadly some cases for kidnapping :( ) but maybe he had gotten bored…

YOU GET IT (silly guy) i'm on it boss 🫡

“You opened a window.”

Your metal fork clattered against the ceramic plate, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I’m sorry..?” you start, inviting him to elaborate.

“The window in our bedroom,” Dazai gently set his fork down. “It’s open.”

Silence engulfs the tiny dinner table, the food you’d spent all day cooking turning cold.

“Were you planning something?”

“No, Osamu,” your voice comes out stern, but polite: The last thing you wanted was to anger the man across from you. “I would never-“

“But you have, remember?” His eyes narrowed, not a single glimmer of mercy to be found. “Last month around this time. Is this going to be a pattern?”

Dazai hated when you didn’t reply, but you weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t opened a window, nor were you even sure what he was referring to.

“You know what happens when you lie, right?”

“I’m not lying, Daz- Osamu. I wouldn’t leave you; You protect me.”

A long sigh escaped the brunet’s lips. As cute as you could be, he wouldn’t tolerate this behavior. “I invite you into my home, keep you fed and clothed, and this is the thanks I get? A half-baked plan covered by a less than stellar lie. You’ve done better, doll. I expect better, honestly...” Was he mad at your alleged escape or the poor lying?

“Osamu, you mean so much to me-“

“But not enough, yes? You prefer your stupid friends, all of whom up and left you when you lost your job and couldn’t afford to keep your apartment, yes? Who was there to help you?” His narrowed gaze turned harsher, a full-blown glare pointed your way. “Who?”

“Y-you were, Osamu.”

“I was.” A sip of his drink allowed for you to breathe, a moment of reprieve as his throat was too busy to reprimand you. “And after no job would hire you, I allowed you to stay, under the promise you made me that you wouldn’t leave me like everyone else has.”

“I don’t want to leave you-“

“Did I say I was finished?”

You sat up tall, frozen solid as you quickly shake your head. No, he didn’t.

“I allowed you free lodge in exchange for some simple house chores, and this is the thanks I get? A broken promise and a poorly made lasagna,” he gestures down to the dinner you’d made. It was a new recipe, sure, but you didn’t think it turned out that badly..

“I’m sorry, Osamu,” you whispered, afraid you’d break out into tears if you spoke any louder. Your throat felt dry and your body felt stiff — Honestly, a cracked window might help you to just breathe right now.

“I’ll have to punish you for this behavior, you know.”

It wasn’t a question, so you don’t respond. Dazai continues eating, legs crossed and leaning back. He was unfazed and relaxed, which makes sense — you were the one in danger.

As you stared silently down at your hands, fists anxiously gripping the fabric of your pants, Dazai smirked. Maybe he should leave the windows open more often.

#did not make this silly tho #ouuu hes the worst #LIAR!!!!! LIARRR!!!!!!!!!! #dude probably like. caulks every window shut too #if theres a fire idk he simply stomps it out #🦌anon #🦌request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai osamu x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd x reader

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Listen!! Brainrot!!

SAGAU Childe/Foul legacy finding out that his s/o(us) were a street racing back in our world!! And a great one at that yall!!

oh my goodness wait wait WAIT first you have to introduce him to vehicles in general!!!

listen, Childe does NOT know what a car is and neither does Foul Legacy. the only thing that comes close is the aquabus in Fontaine, and that's exclusively restricted to water travel (if you ask Childe, he thinks it's just a glorified high-tech boat) so to see a machine that easily take you where you need to go with just metal and a bit of gas, even more so one that's considered COMMON has your two boys completely in awe. unfortunately, Foul Legacy's too tall to fit inside, but Childe's more than willing to sit in the passenger's seat as you drive- it's absolutely exhilarating for him, especially when you go on the highway, and after you arrive at wherever you're driving to you have to sit for a few minutes because Childe's giddy and rapidly tapping his feet with a huge, wonderful grin

as for street racing, my goodness they both think you're so cool. genuinely, they think you're amazing because as much as they love the concept of cars, it also scares them a little because of how easily one wrong move can kill someone when driving, and the fact that you're handling your vehicle so easily is incredible. Childe REALLY wants to come along, but you refuse to let him put himself into danger even more, so he'll watch from the sidelines instead. Foul Legacy, on the other hand, is more concerned with making sure that you're safe. he'll mentally pull Childe away from the crowd and take control of their shared body, watching the cars from a distance until he can see yours, specifically keeping his eye trained on it for the entire race. he lets out a soft purr when it's done, shifting back into Childe to see you with other people. but don't worry, the moment you're home you'll feel claws wrap around your waist as you're scooped into Legacy's arms, rumbling and snuggling you as congratulations on a job well done

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #ok but no lie i genuinely like driving #it can definitely be a little terrifying but i enjoy it #i'm also the one out of my friends who knows how to get to places since i spent a lot of time staring out of the window #only downside is that the car i drive is old and does not have an aux cord #so i am at the mercy of whatever the radio stations play #including a month of festive music #short scenario #good evening :) #vroom vroom hehehehehe #so uh it's the next day and i'm just realizing that i read this as Childe coming to our world not SAGAU #anon i'm so sorry aaaaa #whoopsie! still a very cool concept tho

[kithtaehyung]

I'm not saying i would give you one of my kidneys and half of my pizza for a 3tan!vmin spinoff but that's exactly what I'm saying.

- window anon

WINDOW PLS😭❤️‍🩹 even a vmin spinoff too i’m gonna cryyyy the fact y’all are ok with side stories in general for 3tan is surreal :’))

#like what!! #window anon #asks:3tan #3fan:vmin #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[gabriel-of-mandela]

Oh, really. What *is* that supposed to mean. Nice question. You might know the answer if you think a little more. Just a little more. Put the drop in the cup and it'll get onto your mind.

Nice. Have fun with your work or something. I have things to attend, you know. Places to go.

Houses to see.

Well, see you later. Maybe even today. I wouldn't mind.

– 🪟, a little bit tired.

:)

#ask #anon #window anon #🪟 anon #((what to do when i dont know how to respond: send a smiley face))

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

guys hello i beseech thee ‼️‼️ PLEASE dont sent quotes through the askbox ‼️‼️ were not gonna post askbox quotes it bungles the formatting. you guys can interact with and ask us anything off or on anon but PLEASE send quotes through the submissions

-mod dave

#im getting very tired of quotes smushed into an ask with fucked up formatting #its hard to read . (rdj meme) He Has Dyslexia #im on my hands and knees fr #if you really forreal want to submit a quote anonymously you can ask us #or theres a way to send it anon by like. logging out or opening the submission box in a private window #not a quote #mod dave

[nickybloodhead]

You made the Latina reader with earlier James get into my head, I'm obsessed!! I read your last post about him meeting her family and it made me think about something like: She has a SUPER conservative father (who doesn't like James very much) and he always forbids her from seeing him or things like that, and on some nights (when he can't go visit her climbing out of her bedroom window) they have phone sex :/ (it's so cliché but i love it so much)

Uh this thing about your dad hating your boyfriend is so latino coded, plus I love cliches too.

That would be funny, wouldn't it? That your dad doesn't like James and that's why he tries to prevent them from seeing each other, of course you guys are always looking for a way. When James found out he could come through your window, you both made it a nightly habit.

He would quietly walk into your room, you would be a laughing mess and you couldn't help but push him into your bed to kiss him. You'd get a little naughty, he'd be groping every part of your body until one thing would lead to another and you'd end up having soft, quiet sex, all for the sake of keeping the bed from creaking and making noise.

However, being careful wasn't enough, one night your father is in the yard and sees James hanging out of the window about to come in, that of course, doesn't like him. James had to run down the street at full speed while your father chased him threatening to kill him, you admit it was a little funny to see that damn scene out of a movie, what was not funny was the punishment your father gave you, a whole month locked in the house without going out, oh, and he also blocked your window. It was fucking frustrating not seeing your boyfriend, but at least you had his late night phone calls.

"Maybe your dad went a little overboard with the punishment" James spoke on the other end of the line, you chuckled and lay down on your bed.

"You think so? It's like being in prison, mierda, it's so boring" You complained quietly so your parents wouldn't hear you, you sighed wearily. "I miss you, mi amor."

"I miss you too, beautiful, I miss being able to spend time with you, kiss you, hold you...touch you" Those last words sent an electric shock throughout your body, you pulled your legs together and blushed, thoughts quickly began to go into hotter territory.

"It's a shame you can't come do all that, because, you know, you'd find me wearing just your shirt and my panties... Se que amas verme así" You smiled dumbly and closed your eyes, your heart was hammering faster and faster, your breathing became heavier, through the earpiece you heard James gasp and grunt.

"You're right, I love seeing you like that baby. Fuck, you're killing me here, you know that?" his voice had become huskier. James was on the couch, he had spread his legs for comfort and had unzipped his fly as his jeans had become uncomfortably tight. You licked your own lips and sighed, your hand slowly traveled down your chest, abdomen and finally between your legs, just a slight pressure of your hand on your sex.

"Have you thought about me, guapo? Because I can't get you out of my head, I can't stop thinking about what we did a few days ago in your truck" James groaned on the other end of the line, his hand squeezed his erection a little over his boxers as he remembered how she had managed to ride him in the back seat of his truck.

He remembered how tight she was, the wild way she had claimed his lips, she had taken everything from him at that moment, he needed her again.

"You were so wet then.... Tell me pretty, are you wet now?" you whimpered in response and nodded even though he couldn't see you, your fingers slipped under your panties and pressed two of them right over your clit, you gasped and bit your lip.

"Yes, I need you" You looked towards your door to make sure it was locked, with your hand you pulled your underwear down a little. "I would love it if you were kissing me right now, tocándome bien rico"

"Shit, I love when you say things like that" James pulled down his boxers and took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly up and down. He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the suggestive images his brain was providing him about you, he could see how messy your bed was, you lying with your legs open ready for him, ready to take it good like you always did.

You could hear his heavy breathing, sure he was already touching himself just like you, all you wanted was to have him here to fuck you once and for all, to have him replace your fingers with his tongue, the very thought of him eating your cunt made you squirm a little and increase the caresses on your sensitive bud.

"I can hear you touching yourself, baby, tell me how it feels" James murmurs, grunting with each tug he gives his cock, you moan a little and tighten the grip you have on the phone.

"Se siente tan bien, though I wish it was you." Your vision is a little blurry from the overstimulation, you feel how soaked you are and how you're dripping on the sheets, you bite your lip to avoid making too much noise, so that only a few squeals are audible, James is going crazy with desire, jerking off a little faster.

"I'd love to be there too, believe me, I need to bury my cock in that tight pussy of yours" You moan a little louder than you should and immediately hide your face in your pillow, you hear James chuckle. "Even without me there you're loud, huh?"

"Fuck James, I'm about to…oh, carajo!"

You feel small spasms in your abdomen, a pleasant warmth runs through your body as your back arches, you muffle your moans against the mattress and bite the covers to contain the scream of relief that is about to escape your lips, you cum deliciously as you listen to James' praise, of course at some point in your ecstasy you let go of the phone. You lie on your back on the bed, catching your breath, your thighs slick with slick.

"Are you still with me, baby?" You hear his distant voice call out to you, you shakily pick up the phone again with trembling hands and settle it close to your ear.

"Still here…" You sound completely relaxed, soft words slipping from your mouth. You knew he hadn't cum yet, so you decided to help him with that. "You know, if you were here, I'd love it if you'd cum in my mouth. Para probarte todo, mi amor”

You heard him grunting and panting, heard the sound of skin against skin, giving you the image of him stroking his length with fervor, a particularly obscene moan along with a few curses let you know he had cum. You let him pull himself together, that had been an intense session, but it was inebitable, they hadn't spent that much time apart and they desired each other.

"Still with me, Het?" You teased him, managing to draw a chuckle from him, laughed with him and sighed contentedly. "I really miss you a lot."

"I know honey, but I'll keep calling you every night without fail, okay? Until that month of punishment is over."

"Promise?"

"I promise beautiful, now go get some rest…I love you."

"También te amo."

What a roller coaster of emotions, but I'm a bitch for fluff so there you go.

#more and more looking forward to being early james' latina girlfriend #I am also obsessed anon #the thing of him coming through the window #you killed me with that #james hetfield #jaymz #james my beloved #james hetfield smut #james x latina reader

[wolfythewitch]

can you tell us about how Wilbur, Phil, and Kristen were like before the apocalypse?

They Vibed

Agahsg Idk how to describe it lmaooo my only experience with families are very asian

Kristin is a bit more busy than Phil, given her profession, but she still makes time to hang out with them. Breakfast and Lunch they can keep to themselves if they're busy, but there has to be at least two people at the table for dinner. Three if Kristin doesn't have to work late. Wilbur was never really into sports, but he really liked music and geography, so instead of going to see sports games and stuff, they'd take him to concerts or museums or aquariums. They were very supportive of him, and always took the chance to show him off (/lh). ("Look who it is! My favorite son!")("Mom, I'm your only son") Wilbur can't really cook well (though he's still a lot better than Phil) so for birthdays or mother/father's day, instead of making a breakfast in bed, when he was younger he'd come up to them and start singing songs he'd come up with. Phil has them recorded and uploaded to a USB drive, which they had to leave when the apocalypse came. He called it memories. Wilbur called it blackmail material. It used to be Kristin who sang the lullaby to him when he was younger, Phil making the excuse that his singing would probably do the opposite of putting him to sleep. Sometimes though, he'd carry Wilbur in his arms and start rocking him by the window, humming the lullaby. They fought sometimes but never anything they couldn't come back from. Wilbur isn't at that age yet when he has to worry about anything life changing. As he grew older, there were some things that were left in the past, like the lullaby, but that's alright. There are some things you outgrow, you can't help it. Moments in the apocalypse though, late at night, he finds himself humming the tune. Not quite remembering the words, but still feeling the rush of nostalgia and subsequent longing.

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #zombie au #honestly thats the thing isnt it #what hurts the most is that they were a normal family #and its unfair #none of them deserved this #also fun fact that humming by the window thing is something my dad did and he'd point out the neighbors dog to me and making noises

[solidwater05]

Do you have any Exigency theories?

Nope. I kinda gave up theorizing about Saint's characters. And I'm pretty sure that 'believing something that is heavily implied' (in this case that Gabriel was the Exigency's abusive dad) doesn't count as a theory

If this turns out to not be true somehow I'll jump out of the window. /silly

#punctuationverse #epprbcu #!cu #!!!exigency #ice speaks #ask tag goes here #anon ask #child abuse ment #i can't jump out of my window; it has mosquito mesh and i am considerably bigger than an insect

[oifaaa]

I agree, Cass and dick should be swapped for one simple reason. Imagine Dick Graysom just standing at the end of a hall, silhouetted by the window behind him, lit by the glow of the moon. He stares you down for about 10 seconds and you feel like a Predator is sizing you up. Then he starts to run at you.

On the other hand, everyone gets whiplash everytime Dick starts chatting in Cass's body. They are not used to lots of words coming out of that face.

See you get it also I think it'd be funny if Cass just instinctively was just doing a wee bit of ballet dancing and instantly broke one of Dicks feet because she forgot Dicks not built for ballet

#ask #anon #cassandra cain #dick grayson #dc #oifaaadoodles #also cass just not realizing thats shes bigger now #and getting stuck somewhere #tho thats a problem all the smaller bats #who swapped with bigger bats #will have to deal with #they were all enjoying being that tiny bit taller #that they forgot #how big vents and windows are