#[PRAYER HANDS FOR HER LMAOOO]

[rainrot4me]

hi I'm so sorry if you've already done this but have you ever done something about what nicknames would the creeps or proxies give to reader, in a "spicy" way lmao??

(Would absolutely SCREAM if hoodie or jeff was on here. I love the way you write for them.)

I feel like whenever I’m writing for them, I always switch around their pet names they give to the readers, so I always just end up going with whatever the vibe is. So hopefully this will help me remember lmaooo:

✦ . jeff the killer

“Baby girl,” “Pretty thing,” “Babe,” “Sweetheart”

Jeff is filthy and unfiltered. He throws around nicknames that toe the line between tender and predatory. He’ll growl “C’mere, pretty thing,” while tugging your hips flush to his. If you get all sweet on him, his nicknames become more warm and sweet — “Hey, Babe. Easy now, not too much.”

✦ . eyeless jack

“Darling,” “Pet,” “Little lamb,” “My sweet”

Jack’s nicknames are soft until they aren’t. The man can say “You’re falling apart, darling,” with a hand between your thighs. “Little lamb” slips out when he’s soft and possessive, especially after patching you up post-mission.

✦ . ticci toby

“Baby,” “Love,” “Sweet girl/boy,” “Naughty girl/boy”

Toby’s got a chaotic streak, his spicy nicknames are playful with a bite. He’ll murmur “You gonna keep acting like a tease, baby?” while pinning your wrists down. If you’re bratty? “You like getting under my skin, don’t you, naughty girl/boy?”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“Good girl/boy,” “Sweetheart,” “Brat,” “Mine”

Tim is rougher when it counts, but his nicknames lean control-oriented. “Be a good girl and keep still.” Or whispered “Mine,” with his teeth against your neck. If you push back, “You really wanna keep bein’ a brat right now?” comes out right before he manhandles you into place.

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

“Mouse,” “Quiet thing,” “Good pet,” “Sweet thing”

Brian’s nicknames are hushed, condescending in the best way. He likes when you’re obedient— “There’s my good little pet.” But if you mouth off, he’ll laugh darkly: “Aw, the mouse found its voice. Should I take it away again?”

✦ . ben drowned

“Bitch,” “Babe,” “Pixie,” “Girlie/Boy”

Ben’s dirty nicknames are filthy, flirty, and mocking. “Keep grinding like that, bitch, just like that,” Or “C’mon, girlie, work for it.” He’s cocky and loves your reactions, especially if they fluster you.

✦ . clockwork

“Doll,” “Honey,” “Baby,” “Love”

Clockwork loves control, rhythm, and aesthetic. She calls you “Doll” when she’s holding your chin. “Honey,” she teases when you hesitate, “You gonna take your sweet time or let me ruin you?” Her sweet nothings are always laced with tension.

✦ . laughing jack

“Candy,” “Toy,” “Pretty thing,” “Sweetie”

Jack’s nicknames are unnerving and playful. He’ll coo “My sweet little toy,” while licking his lips. “Dance for me, pretty thing,” might sound like a joke, until he’s behind you, making you do just that. Always laced with chaotic glee.

✦ . slenderman

“Pet,” “Little one,” “My love,” “Beloved”

Slender is elegant even in filth. “Pet” and “Little one” come with a psychic ripple that makes your bones feel hollow. But when it’s serious, when he’s truly focused, it’s “My beloved,” whispered into your mind like a sacred prayer before he breaks you open.

꩜ .ᐟ

[grislyintentions]

Her attempts to evade the Aeon's notice would sadly prove to be in vain. For the Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus has eyes and ears everywhere.

Magpie feathers gently drift to the ground when they lowered their head to gaze upon her patiently.

@polyodynos

Oh. Oh this is bad. Um, maybe if she stands still, THEY won't notice her? It won't hurt to try.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hihiii sooo 'should i?' is my favourite of your au's can i please request for hongjoong with 219, 203, 207, and please please 214!!!! maybe filming a cnc video.... god i'm drooling just thinking about it

��a/n: i'm gonna faint 🫠 hongjoong is my bias and "Should I?" hongjoong is like hdvsjejabdeo anywho- ENJOY, I WENT OVERBOARD ! WHOS SURPRISED ? NO ONE LMAOOO

Cash, Grass, or Ass? (Nobody Rides For Free)

Should I?: Part Four

❥Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

❥K.H. x J.Y. x S.M. x fem reader

207 + 214: bondage/restraint + cnc

✈︎queued for: tues 3rd

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, amateur p0rn⭐️ au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read ( sorry, i'm impatient ), 219 dacryphilia, filming, roleplaying as strangers, reader wears "girly-girl" clothes, 207 bondage/restraint: with rope, mean rough nasty dom joong, 203 praise + degradation double whhhhammy !!, finger sucking, safe word in place but not used, getting into subspace, dumbification, a few hair pulls, stocking / sock kink, squirting, choking ( with hands + cock ), knife play ( omg i never wrote for this before but 🫣 ), road head + rough blow job: face fucking / head pushing / gagging / messy, spit, cock warming via mouth (?), a few slaps, messy cunnilingus, 'forced' orgasms, creampie, aftercare, 214 cnc: reader cries, struggles, begs, 'stop' & joong forces, mocks, threatens but everything is previously agreed upon !! this is depicting roleplay ! name calling including: stupid, girl, slut, brat / sicko, pervert. pet names including: little siren ( still have not moved on tbh ), princess, sweetheart / sir, captain

➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

♡masterlist + tag form !♡

₊‧⁺stardust˖⋆ @everyonewooeverywhere @willowwyy @sousydive @sunnysidesins @onyxmango @devilzliaison @ateezswonderland @queenofdumbfuckery @emilysecresy

➯a/n2: little treat for an idea i have for another chapter at the end kkkkk

18+.MINORS GET LOST.

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"Need a ride?"

Hongjoong's voice makes your heart flutter.

Six and a half months after you first met in person; you find yourself in the middle of nowhere on a seemingly never ending desolate road in the countryside, his car pulling up next to you.

It's far from the first time you've ever been alone with him. But something feels different. Knowing what's in store is making you flustered — more so than usual.

Hongjoong was so excited that he fell out of his seat when you said you wanted to role-play a non-con scene with him; crawling on his knees to you and putting his hands in a prayer stance as he eagerly accepted.

You, Mingi, and Yunho had made a few videos like that before you even met. And all of them are still, to this very day, in his liked videos. His favorite has to be the one where Yunho was 'teaching' Mingi how to fuck — using you, all tied up and crying, as a demonstration doll. He fantasized about tying you up himself, probably one too many times to be sane, as he recorded his own videos.

In your liked videos, along with the one where he fucks a fleshlight so hard that he breaks it, is one of him talking about how he wants to tie up a pretty girl and make her choke on his cock. Not knowing that he was talking about you until he admitted it a few months ago. He wanted to do the same to Mingi, to 'see his little puppy dog eyes while he tries to get away'.

But — you were first. You knew, generally, what to expect. All of you are very open about what is and isn't on the table, and you all respect each other's boundaries. What you didn't know, is just how much it would make your heart thud while pretending that Hongjoong is a stranger.

In your mini-skirt, you saunter over to his car. Folding your arms on the lowered window, you lean down; giving him a good look down your loose tank top. Showing off your lacy bra.

He's already hard. The idea of what's about to happen had him hard the second he woke up — knowing that today's the day. Yunho had given him a blowjob to take some of the edge off, but it's already back. And the cute little outfit he had yet to see was making his hands twitch. Wanting to grab at you and get the show on the road.

"Yeah, my boyfriend dumped me on the side of the road." Which, technically, isn't a lie. Mingi had drove you out and gave you a kiss and a smirk, telling you to 'have fun'.

"Sounds like he's an idiot." He reaches over and pops the door open for you, "leaving such a pretty girl."

When you open up the door, his member twitches in his pants. He had seen it from afar, but up close was always something different. Your long socks. White and lacy, just like your bra.

The camera on the dash catches his smirk as he eyes you while you settle yourself in the passenger seat.

Oh. You think as you look over at him, he's going to fuck me up so good.

"So," he leans forward a bit, and you have to remind yourself to lean back.

"Cash, grass, or ass?"

"...what?"

"Which one are you going to pay me with?" He reaches over and touches your hair, in a way that could be described as affectionately — if not for the burning lust in his eyes. "Don't you know? Nobody rides for free."

"I don't have anything- I- I left my purse in the car."

"Ass it is."

He had locked the doors before you even had a chance to try and grab the handle.

"What the fuck, dude?" You pause as you turn back to face him, coming face to face with the pocket knife that he brandishes at you nonchalantly. He raises his eyebrow, smirk planted firmly on his lips.

"Ass it is?" He asks, tracing the flat of the blade on your jaw. "I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face."

God, he should be an actor. You think, gulping as he trails the knife down slowly. He would never hurt you. But the fact that he could...

You know he's going to mock you for how wet your panties are becoming.

"Ass it is."

"Smart choice, sweetheart," he places the knife on his thigh, holding it there as a 'reminder' as he starts driving. "Come suck my cock."

You almost choke on your saliva. He's always blunt and direct with his orders, but the edge in his voice is extra sultry today. "If you make me cum before we stop, I'll let ya' go. Deal?" You have to hold yourself back from jumping his bones.

"You will?"

"You have my word." Both of you know that even if he cums, you aren't going anywhere.

You take a steadying breath, sliding into the middle seat. "You're a damn sicko." You mumble with a small smile, trying to hide it as you unbutton his pants.

"And you're a stupid little girl." He catches the way your thighs press together in his peripheral vision, his tongue instinctively wetting his lips — wanting to have a taste. "Didn't your Daddy ever tell you not to trust strangers?"

"Fuck you-"

"Mh~ Feisty," he grabs you by the back of your head and shoves your face into his lap, "I like that. Let's see what else that mouth can do."

With a small groan, you unzip his jeans. "C'mon, princess~ Hurry up, before I pull over and fuck you in the middle of the road." While you would love that, you'll save it for another day. You pull down the elastic band on his boxers, his girth all but springing out; slapping you on the cheek and making you both moan.

You feign a gasp, trying to pull away and getting shoved right back. His knife is in the same hand that holds your head, the other on the wheel. "Get to work."

The overhead camera watches as you lean down, giving a kitten lick to his head and making him hiss. He grips your head tighter, "you think you're gonna make me cum like that? It's like you want to be fucked."

He almost lets his eyes roll back as you sink down on his pulsing length, bobbing your head quickly over the first inches of it. He pushes you down further, laughing airily when you gag as he keeps you held there.

Your scalp stings as he yanks you back up, letting you gasp for breath for only a few seconds before leading you back down. "Mhm~ Not so mouthy now, huh, brat?" You grab at his jeans, digging your nails in as you breathe through your nose. "Suck."

You muffle a disagreement, making him shiver as the vibrations run through him. "Have it your way, then."

He keeps you there, gagging on his cock for a good few minutes. Spit is soaking his boxers and your jaw is starting to ache by the time he finally stops the car and yanks the keys from the ignition. "Get up," he doesn't give you a chance to act for yourself; pulling you up by the hair and allowing you to suck in some good, deep breaths as you massage your jaw.

"Pretty little brat~" He slaps you, pretty gently based on what you know he's capable of. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you..." His eyes scan you for a moment before quickly leaning in and licking up your messy chin.

You turn your moan into a whine, pushing at his chest. "You're so nasty!"

"You don't know the half of it, sweetheart~"

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You had paused your scene as he carried you inside the rented cabin, letting him tie up your ankles and wrist without a fight as he asked how you were feeling so far.

And the answer was 'unbelievably horny, hurry up, please'.

He gives you a tender kiss before rubbing his hand down your side while sitting up on the bed next to you. "Give 'em a try, baby." You tug at the rope on your wrist — nothing. "And those?" He looks over his shoulder as you try to pull your ankles apart — again, nothing. "Good."

"Ready?" You ask with a sparkle in your eyes, leaning into his touch as he pets your head.

The camera is already set up next to the bed, recording the soft moment before you get nasty.

"Oh, yeah~" He chuckles, leaning to land another peck to your lips, "you trust me, right?" You nod against his forehead as he places his against yours. "I'm going to be rough- gonna be mean. That doesn't mean I care about you any less. We're just pretending. If at any point you forget that, do you remember your safe word?"

"Pause."

"And if you can't speak?"

"Two hits."

"That's a good girl~" His hand slides down from your jaw, giving your binds a tug before continuing downward. "Action."

At his word, you snap back into your role; fidgeting below him while he shoves his hand between your thighs and cups your heat through your panties. Like a flipped switch, you're both back into the scene in a millisecond flat.

He all but jumps on top of you, crushing your legs to the bed with his own as he squeezes your heat. "Damn, you've got a hot little cunt," he groans, free hand slipping between your bound arms as you push at him; landing it at your throat and squeezing that as well. It's his favorite things to do, in any scene — even outside of filming.

Even when it's just you and him, neither of your boyfriends and no cameras, he can't help but put his hands around your neck. To remind you of your place, to remind you that he's got the control. Make you remember that he cares enough about you to cradle your jugular and squeeze it only hard enough so that you see stars in the edges of your vision.

"I can't wait to fuck it raw."

You start fighting harder, twisting and turning your hips, "no, p-please!" You should be an actor, he thinks; smirk wide on his lips as he looks down at you wildly.

"Yes~" He squeezes your neck tighter for a moment before slapping you suddenly, making your head turn to face the camera. "I'm gonna fill up this bratty pussy and teach you a lesson."

You gasp, genuinely, as he grabs the pocket knife from the bedside table and flips up your skirt. He cuts through your panties with zero hesitation, ripping them the rest of the way off. He can see the wet patch on them as he tosses them to the side to be forgotten.

His tongue darts over his lips again. Really, he shouldn't — not for this scene — but he wants to eat you out so badly that his cock is twitching. He tosses the knife onto the floor as he stares down at you.

"I wonder how hard you'll fight me after I make you cum on my tongue."

"Wait, wait, waiiiit~" Your pleads fall off into a breathy moan as his slides down and hugs your thighs, stuffing his tongue into your pressed together pussy lips. "Fuck! You pervert! Stop- please stop!"

His chuckle tickles your wetness, and he shakes his head with his tongue on your clit; giving it a lick as he pulls back. "Nah~"

You bring your wrists to your face, hiding your face as you tear up. It feels so good as he laps at your needy slit. You're so worked up from the role-playing that you fear you'll cum in mere minutes.

He slides his hands up and grips your ass, grinding against your legs as he licks and sucks your cunt like a man starved. Drooling and slobbering all over you. He pulls back and adds to the mess — a fat wad of spit hitting you and making you jolt.

"Get this cunt nice and sloppy so I can slide right in~"

"Sir, please-" He pulls out his cock quickly, stuffing it between your socked calves and moaning. Loud.

"Keep begging, princess," he spits again, reveling in the way your hips jerk, "makes me want to fuck you more."

You sob into your hands — not from his words. To bite back your pleads for him to do it. It's hard to remember the scene when he's making you gush on his pointed tongue.

"Fuck- fuck!" You can't help the string of moans that tumble off your lips as he makes you cum all over his mouth; using his grip on your ass to make you grind into him as you slump and tremble.

He doesn't give you any time to recoup. He drops your hips to the mattress; making them bounce a bit, and climbs over you, manic grin on his slick lips. "You slut~" Using the rope in your wrists, he pulls your arms down so he can see your heated, teary face.

His hand finds its way back to its rightful place on your throat. Just resting there, maybe to ground you in your post orgasmic bliss. Maybe to keep you in place as he shoves his tip into your fluttering hole.

"Ah!" You gasp, eyes squeezing shut and jaw tense. He's definitely the thickest man you've ever been with. And this position — having your legs and subsequently, your heat, stuck together adds to it. A lot. You can't spread your legs, can't try to accommodate for his goliath girth. All you can do is take it. Every single inch as he pushes into you, nice and slow so he can watch all the cute twitches in your face and beautiful tears that slide down your temples.

"Fuck-" He nearly collapses on top of you as he bottoms out in your pulsing walls. "Such a tight fit, you're begging for my cum..." His blue hair tickles your neck as he nuzzles into it, kissing your collar bone. "Your warm little hole is perfect, sweetheart."

You lean into his delicate touch as his hand moves up to cup your jaw, the other holding onto the rope on your wrist tightly. "I might just have to keep you." He moans deeply as he gives a sudden thrust, making you yelp.

"Gentle! Please, gentle... Y-you're gonna split me in ha- in half," you cry into his hand, nuzzling into it as he does to your neck.

"Oh, s-shut up," he stutters as he starts sliding in and out of you; slow and deep. "You love it. You love my fat cock breaking you. You know how I know?"

"No..?"

"Cause your cunt is drooling all over me, little siren~"

His special nickname for you makes your eyes roll into your skull and stay there as you convulse under him — slammed with an orgasm so rough that it makes you wail brokenly.

You're so far gone in your pleasure that you don't realize he's slipped his thumb into your mouth and you're now sucking at it to ground yourself as he slams his hips into you mercilessly. Don't recognize that he's staring down at you with fully dilated eyes and heavy breaths. You have to blink a few times — and the sight makes his stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Fucking told you," he coos the mean words as he tries to fuck his way up to your guts, "you were made to be my personal cock sleeve, huh?"

"Mhmm~" You moan around his thumb, your brain so pleasantly numb with tingling ecstasy that you've forgotten about the role-play completely. Your subconscious is taken over, making you soft and pliable beneath his rough pounding; teary eyes so sweet that he can't help but smile. Trusting him completely and taking whatever he gives because you know you can.

"Such a sweet, obedient, little slut," he snakes his fingers between yours and holds one of your hands tightly. "You dumb on my cock, sweetheart? I fuck your brains out?"

"Mhm~" You hum, head bobbing lightly as you suck on his thumb, hand squeezing his as tightly as possible while he presses against your g-spot repeatedly with his bulbous tip.

"You want my cum?" He knows the response he's going to get when you're so deep in sub-space. Smile spreading even further on his lips as he's proven right.

"Please, Captain," you slur out quickly before your lips are back around his thumb, melting into his soft cupping of your jaw.

"Fuck-" He grits his teeth, fingers twitching as his peak rapidly grows closer, "yeah, you do~ Of course you do, my dirty little siren~"

You didn't even feel it coming until a sharp peak slaps you cunt first, making you gasp and arch below him. Each of his frenzied thrusts send a spurt of your release splashing; soaking your skirt on your waist and his shirt, dripping off you and wetting the bed.

He crushes you below him, kissing all over your face as he fucks his load into you as deep as possible, moaning soft praises as you shake with sobs.

You start breathing fast, eyes dizzy and heart pounding so fast it makes you sweat as he stills deep inside of you.

"Shhh~" He shushes you with a smile, bringing both of his hands to wipe your tears with an easy touch. It feels like you've had your entire world rocked, and seeing him so calm and collected makes you relax. "I've got you, Hongjoong's got you, sweetheart."

"H-" You huff in a shaking breath, "hold me?"

"C'mere," he hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and blanketing you with his body. His cock still heavy inside of you, his weight on your chest, his lips planting kisses on your teary cheek. "You did so wonderfully, princess. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," you moan softly as you close your eyes blissfully, fingers playing with his shirt from their place stuck between you. "Thank you, Captain~"

"Thank you, little siren~"

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"Check this out," Mingi flops into bed next to you a few weeks later. He slides an arm under your neck and snuggles to your back as he shows you his phone.

"What am I looking at?" You hum tiredly, rubbing your eyes before looking at the screen again.

"We have a fan-boy~" He chuckles, scrolling on the page slowly. "Been re-posting our stuff for like two months, he's really into you- oh, look at this one."

It's a screenshot from the beginning of you and Hongjoongs role-playing video. Both of you laid in the bed and recording a disclaimer to stay safe and consensual. As you were saying that you had given him clear permission to do the things he did, he was looking down at you with a fond smile; petting your head softly as you laid on his chest.

'Why did the way Captain looks at Princess make me hard before they even started? I don't know who I want to be more. I would let him ruin me and I would absolutely wreck her >:( She's so adorable, I would love to rearrange her guts while her boyfriends film us. I want her to scream my name. The dream.'

You take the device from him with a small giggle, "for real? I knew we had our regulars but I didn't know we had fans."

A clip of you fingering yourself is his pinned post. The caption:

'Poor Princess can hardly make herself squirt... I can do it, don't worry<3'

The attached picture of the man's slender hand makes you gulp. "Wow," you scroll more. Every few days, a slew of posts of the four of you are made. Something catches your eye. "Mingi-" You reach back and slap his side lightly, "why do you follow him?"

"He's got pretty hands-"

"Yo! That's what's I was thinking!"

You click back to the top and scan his profile, "Hwa? That's a pretty name."

"Mhm," he slides his hand down your waist slowly, "maybe we should make a video, you can moan his name~ I bet he'd cream in his pants."

"You perv... Let's do it~"

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[mortalscience]

criminal minds 18x05 the brutal man thoughts behind cut. SPOILERS

the whole format of the episode made me wistful and sad. because it was like those previous episodes where jj would rehash a case over with will in order to work through her feelings. and now will is gone. ;_; so she had to find someone else to do it.

of course jj wasn't ready to come back to work, but i liked the convo between her and emily, and emily very wisely said there was never gonna be a right time. that first case back for jj was always going to be tough. i think this one probably skewed a little bit worse even because of the family aspect, but still.

speaking of emily UGH she is such a good leader!! she tried to force jj to take it easy, but jj insisted on going on the case, and emily was like ok. i'm gonna give you this, let you work it out. because jj is totally the type of person that needs to work it out on her own.

ochoa continually bringing up god/religion lowkey PMO. this is my own baggage as an atheist, probably, but i hate it when religious people keep dragging religion back into it. "oh have you tried prayer" get the fuuuuuck out of here with that. honestly it all rubbed me SO wrong that i started believing the theories that ochoa is in voit's network, LMAOOO. because i couldn't believe any normal person would keep pushing religion on someone who said multiple times she didn't have that faith/didn't get comfort from religion. even though i know there are actually a lot of people like that and i've met them. "do you think will is in heaven?" is honestly a fucked up unsub question. i'm fully on the Ochoa is in Voit's Network bullshit now because otherwise she just seemed SO fucking off to me in this whole thing with JJ. if she ISN'T an unsub she's just really really weird!!! am i alone in this and reading too much into it? or did she seem weird and off to anybody else??

i love how i still don't know how much to trust what we're seeing from voit. is he being 100% honest? or is he remembering more than he's letting on, and he has a secret agenda? is all the suicidal stuff legit, or a ruse? i think his grief about realizing who he is is real, for now, but i wonder if he will move past that or not. IDK I just don't know if he's being totally truthful, which i think is really cool actually, they are unfolding the story so well because i am constantly guessing at what's going on in his head!

okay. Agent Milquetoast. that guy. MR BLAND HIMSELF. wanted a threesome, and wanted it so aggressively and annoyingly, that emily broke up with him?????? frankly it's SO odd that i.. don't believe it. i'm gonna headcanon that emily made it up because she wanted to make jj laugh or something. because I hated mendoza and hated him with emily, but there's a reason I call him Agent Milquetoast. that guy is blander than a slice of wonder bread. LOL.

omg is jj wearing will's ring on her other hand?? D:

tara calling jj "jennifer" :( tara pls.

cute jet banter moment with the team :D

i really like the luke, tyler and jj team up!

we got more garvez crumbs in the promo images than the episode itself. lol when will my ship return from the war?

loved the cuts between the past story and current with jj, very fun with the mirroring of poses and movements

penelope was so cute this episode! and once again the entire case was cracked thanks to her, even though she was only in the episode for like 3 minutes total. i hate how "returning to a classic CM style story" means "penelope is in the episode less". sigh

omg tyler's barely restrained rage at being face to face with voit again, with voit being like "oh i remember ur sister" was SO GOOD. i was like phew y'all better get voit away before tyler bodies him.

voit hugging jj and saying he was "sorry for everything"??? OH MY GOD. that was wiiiild. that's one of those things honestly that has me thinking he's faking/playing things up??? because that's craaazzyyy.

i feel like this episode's purpose was a lot of setup for whatever comes next. with finally capturing someone from the network and whatever conversation he'll have with voit, that should unlock the next chapter of the story.. which i am eager to get to!

[reijisteacup]

could u do the boys reaction to finding there s/o playing the trisha paytas song “i love u jesus” on FULL volume and shes in her pre shower makeup as the lorax and shes dancing the big bad wolf with the silly shoes 😓

LMAOOO OMG ANON

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Walks in, takes one look, blinks slowly, and turns around without saying a word. Later, when you ask if he saw anything, he’ll mutter, “Nope. Don’t wanna know. Don’t care.” But he’s 100% laying down with his headphones on, wondering, “What the hell is a ‘Trisha Paytas’ and why did I feel something stir in my soul during the bridge?”

Reiji Sakamaki:

Kicks down the door. “WHAT is the MEANING of this auditory desecration?!” Sees your Lorax face. Freezes. Blinks. His brain does the Windows XP shutdown noise. “Are you… attempting a ritual? Should I alert the church? Or the zoo?” He will absolutely try to wash your face mid-dance, yelling about hygiene and pride. But deep down, he's horrified and intrigued.

Laito Sakamaki:

“Fufu~ Bitch-chan, what kind of performance art is this?” Honestly? He’s into it. Laughing, clapping, possibly filming. He doesn’t judge — he thrives in chaos. He might even smear orange on his own cheeks and join in. Just don’t be surprised if he turns it into something freaky: “Shall we baptize in the bath now, mmm~?”

Kanato Sakamaki:

Absolute silence. Then: “...WHY are you DRESSED like THAT?” You hit the beat drop. Kanato screams and throws Teddy at you like a holy projectile. Storms out in a tantrum, convinced you’re possessed by a demon Trisha. Later comes back with cleansing salt and demands you “repent for being ugly on purpose.”

Ayato Sakamaki:

“HUH?! OI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, CHICHINASHI???” He’s wheezing. Genuinely struggling between laughter and terror. Starts filming you to blackmail you later, but then joins the dance. He kicks harder. He flails. You both scream “I LOVE YOU JESUS!!!” in different keys. Congratulations, you just trauma-bonded.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Busts in, expecting something serious. Sees orange-Lorax-you twerking for Jesus. The scream he lets out echoes through the entire mansion. It’s the sound of a man seeing his entire life crumble. “WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Storms off, red as your Crocs. But he’s hiding around the corner, peeking back and whispering: “…They’re so stupid. I love them so much. Goddamn it.”

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

You’ve committed 6 sins and 3 fashion violations in his presence. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t witness that… livestock.” He leaves. Comes back with micellar water and cotton pads. You’re mid-move and he just calmly starts wiping your orange Lorax face. “Repent.” But he secretly saved the video Kou sent him and watches it in private. He's confused. And aroused. And scared.

Kou Mukami:

SCREAMS laughing the moment he sees you. “M Neko-chan!! What in the viral TikTok hell is THIS?!” Filming. Zooming in on the shoes. Cry-laughing emojis everywhere. Might even duet you. Starts calling you "Little Lorax" on stream. But he thinks it’s adorable that you’re this unhinged and safe around him. He’s obsessed.

Yuma Mukami:

“WHAT IN THE CORN-LOVING HELL ARE YOU DOIN’?!” Fully thinks you’re summoning forest spirits. Snatches the speaker and throws it out the window. You keep dancing. He screams louder than the music. Eventually gives up and yells, “At least don’t dance barefoot or you’ll bust your knees, dammit!” He will later hand you a towel and say, “Yer damn weird. I like that.”

Azusa Mukami:

Walks in. Sees orange. Hears “I love you, Jesus.” Whispers, “...Is this… a prayer?” Sits down. Watches you intensely. Begins to sway with the rhythm — like a cult follower joining your ritual. “I like… your moves… you’re glowing… like the sun… but orange…” Might ask you to paint his face next.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

“What is this unholy racket?” Steps in. Sees you as the Lorax. You two lock eyes. You twerk. He stands still, entirely motionless for five full minutes. Leaves. Later, you find a bottle of luxury makeup remover and a written note: “I have no words. You are fortunate that you are beloved.”

Shin Tsukinami:

Opens the door ready to tease you. Sees the orange. Sees the shoes. Hears Trisha. “WHAT. THE ACTUAL. HELL.” Falls over laughing. Cannot BREATHE. “Tch… you’re such a freak — I love it!” Immediately joins in and tries to outdance you. Now it’s a competition. Whoever wins gets the title of Lorax King/Queen. You win. But he tells everyone he let you.

[hope-luvs-hrtstppr]

my tlt annotations! part two: Harrow the Ninth (by Tamsyn Muir) *spoilers ahead*

- “Nonagesimus, nobody is coming to save you. Not God. Not Augustine. Nobody.” (Muir, 15) starting off strong

- i love ianthe calling harrow “harry”

- “The past is dead, and they’re both dead, but you and I are alive. What are they? What are they, other than one more corpse we’re dragging behind us?” (Muir, 16)

- “Sometimes you would forget who you were, and at recalling yourself, weep like a child.” (Muir, 30) HARROWHARK GET BEHIND ME

- “‘And you shouldn’t call me God either,’ he said. ‘You don’t comprehend the word, and I don’t want to be God to you yet.’” (Muir, 39) ianthe and harrow are the first lyctors to become god’s hands after growing up worshipping him. augustine, gideon, and mercy have known him since the beginning. they understand that to worship god is to let him use you. that god doesn’t want ‘his hands’ clasped together in prayer, he wants ‘his hands’ balled up in fists. harrow must learn that from teacher before she can know him as god.

- “‘Ortus Nigenad died thinking it was the only gift he was capable of giving,’ you said, ‘and I have wasted it—like—air.’” (Muir, 45) GOOD GOD this hurts. griddlehark’s pseudo-lyctorhood is painful enough, but all the cavaliers that were fully absorbed by their necromancers?? pyrrah and gideon, cristabel and mercy, alfred and augustine. to be so devoted to someone that you offer your life on a silver platter so that they, your other half, can become full without you. jod when i catch you jod. jod when i catch you!!!! (not saying that all the cavs consented to being absorbed, just spiraling abt lyctors as a concept yk)

-the only reason harrow is alive is because “she had cost too much to die”. her life was never her own, it had always belonged to the 200 children of the ninth (plus the latest addition, gideon nav). she fights so hard to stay alive (despite her personal desires to die) because she’d be damned if she let the souls inside her die twice.

- “Love had broken her life into two separate halves: the half before she had fallen, and the half afterward.” (51) THE WAY GIDEON IS DESCRIBING HARROW’S LOVE FOR ALECTO BUT IT’S TRUE FOR HARROW’S LOVE FOR GIDEON TOO

- when harrow recalls that “There had been another girl who grew up alongside Harrow—but she had died before Harrow was born.” (54) she’s not wrong. pre-lobotomy harrow grew up alongside nav, and nav died before post-lobotomy harrow was born

- ianthe calling harrow a skull-faced fruitcake

- “You staggered over to the Body, standing so quiet by the wall, and you buried your face in her thighs.” (67) i’m picturing the “there goes my babyyyyyyy” pose

- THE EGGS YOU GAVE ME ALL DIED AND YOU LIED TO ME

- taking a moment to acknowledge that this series has vastly expanded my vocabulary. i would include a little word bank of all the words i had to look up in order to comprehend what was going on, but that feels too boring to subject other people to

- harrow’s brain conjuring the image of baby-nav’s corpse while in the river for the first time is so beyond fucked

- IS THIS HOW IT HAPPENS?????? (spoiler: it isn’t)

- ianthe looking down harrows robe at cytherea’s funeral is so classic ianthe

- the girls are fighting!!! (the girls being ortus and harrow in harrow’s dreams)

- “But when she was scared, she was a child again, and she was almost afraid of being a child again than anything else in her life. Almost.” (133) :(((((

- i feel like harrow’s the type to eat uncooked pasta

- can someone get harrow a tshirt that says “i heart my frozen corpse wife”

- “… because Ianthe was overfamiliar and frankly a pervert.” (161) LMAOOO

- “‘I want that sword,’ said Ortus the First. / ‘What?’ / ‘Give me her damned sword,’ said Ortus the First. / ‘You’ve already got a whole complement of oversized weapons, greedy.’” (191) this whole exchange reminds me of Schmitt at the aquarium demanding a lion fish (New Girl reference lol)

- “For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams / Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.” (196)

- harrow may have repressed everything besides her beef with septimus lmao

- i like to think that the whole of tlt so far was just elaborate world building for the real story: a commentary on gun control (starring Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead)

- i have so little respect for g1deon. bro really attacked A NAKED TEENAGE NUN.

- harrow = that one snoopy picture that’s like “belly full of soup”

- “And the Saint of Duty lifted his cigarette to you in an unmistakable salute.” (235) oooh he’s so nonchalant

- the scene where harrow regrows ianthe’s arm feels like an inverse sex scene. like a reverse orgasm.

- “That first night in her bed, you’d placed your bone-dressed sword between you, and felt better…” (258) ah, yes. me, my gf, and her ex’s six foot two hander

- “You do know there are children present? Should I kill them, or what?” i love mercy so fucking much

- ianthe is so me, my first instinct when drunk is also to kiss the homies

- the question is: would harrow be so devoted to worshipping the locked tomb if ‘the body’ wasn’t hot?

- “Kill me all you like. I would know you in the blindness of my eyes…in the deafness of my ears…as a shadow smudged against the wall, annihilated by light…stop. Not here. Not now. Let it go, love. I just want the truth…after all this time.” (Muir, 291) HELLO?!??!??????!!?

- harrow when she runs into camilla on a planet she’s meant to kill: “my main goal is to blow up and act like i don’t know nobody heheheheh” (please tell me you get the reference)

- TASMSYN MUIR LET GIRLS KISS CHALLENGE ( harrow trying to kiss the body:( )

- “��the Emperor of the Nine Houses had someone, and then, like all his Lyctors, the Emperor of the Nine Houses had lost someone.” (346) this reminds me of that Langston Hughes poem, “I loved my friend. He went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began,— I loved my friend.”

- “And you walked to your death like a lover” goes hard

- rip BARI-star au you will always be famous <33

- the scene where harrow remembers gideon is sickening. the grief of losing gideon hitting harrow all over again after months of repression. her body crumpling and her throat raw from screaming. “She dug her hands into the mattress and she cried for Gideon Nav.” (380) LIKE HELLO?????

- YOU SAWED OPEN YOUR SKULL RATHER THAN BE BEHOLDEN TO SOMEONE. YOU TURNED YOUR BRAIN INTO SOUP TO ESCAPE ANYTHING LESS THAN 100 PERCENT FREEDOM. YOU PUT ME IN A BOX AND BURIED ME RATHER THAN GIVE UP YOUR OWN GODDAMNED AGENDA. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡HARROWHARK, I GAVE YOU MY WHOLE LIFE AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN WANT IT!!!!!!!!! (390-391)

- “…probably because i am a good girl and you are an evil nun…” (391) god i missed you, gideon

- both ortus and harrow feeling crushing guilt over gideon’s death:(( so much guilt over a situation with no one to blame (although, the real villain here is capitalism. but that’s another post.)

- “Child, that bee smashed you.” (406) my fav line in the whole book.

- “‘Hell no! I’m going to pull your whole ass off,’ I said. ‘You want that? You want Harrow to grow you a new bone ass where I pulled off the old one? Let’s dance, Tridentarius.’” (429) i just missed nav so much you don’t understand

- gideon and harrow not reuniting despite being so close (GIDEON IS LEGIT INSIDE OF HER) ((ayo)) gideon is a part of her mind but still can’t see how harrow thinks of her. she’s operating her body but can’t feel how much it misses her touch. FUCK THIS BOOK BRO

- as a dancer, the way harrow describes watching matthias nonius and wake fight is how i feel when i watch people dance. the admiration for different approaches to movement stylistically, and making inferences about the intentions behind their movements. the appreciation for different skills in different areas and the keen eye for artistic choices. anyways.

- a reminder from marta: chickenshits don’t get beer.

- “She had not said goodbye. Harrow so rarely got to say goodbye.” (458) MUIR WHY WOULD YOU SAY THATTTTT

- “… meet Commander Wake Me Up Inside, sincerest apologies if I got that wrong…” (468) HELP

- gideon meeting her mom for the first time as a soul taking over the body of a lyctor she and harrow killed, after briefly having had a thing for said lyctor while she was impersonating a woman she’d never actually met— is messy, to say the least.

- “…Were you ten, Harrow? Was I eleven? / Was that the day you decided you wanted to die? / You remember how the fuck-off great-aunts used to say, Suffer and learn? / If they were right, Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience?” (477) they make me ill. i can’t even dissect this. just know i am ILL.

- mercy making jod say that he loved cristabel and never wanted any harm to come to her as a sort of final confirmation he was who she feared he was. because they both know that he let mercy kill her knowing full well she didn’t have to die. the fact that he is able to look mercy in the eyes and refuse to be honest, after all this time; the way he still won’t take accountability for his actions; confirms that the lives of others mean nothing to him compared to revenge.

- PYRRHA DVE HAS ARRIVED Y’ALL

- the thing at the bottom of the river with all the teeth and tounges??? like who thinks of this shit

- “‘There’s a difference between keeping a shred of a dance card’ said Harrow Nonagesimus, ‘and saving the last dance.’” (502) tamsyn muir is just toying with us atp

hi!! so this was… long. if you’ve somehow read all of this then you deserve a medal and ur favorite snack:) i hope you enjoy these!

part 3 (ntn) is on the way!

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

in the spirit of bonding over literati:

1. what is your fave jess one liner?

2. what is your fave rory come back?

3. fave literati exchange?

go crazy 💖

Okay, okay, let’s go!!

1. Ugh, Jess has SO MANY great one-liners, it’s practically impossible to say which one is The Best. “A solution would’ve been birth control — too late, move on” is pretty funny, but I think I’ll go with “You seem very obsessed with length”. I love how he didn’t humor Logan at all, and instead replied with the perfect a silly dick joke 😂 (well, he was being a dick, Jess had no choice but to respond accordingly 😌)

LoganHater!Jess is iconic.

2. I’m probably not educated enough on the non-Jess seasons to give you a true and fair assessment on that. But the first one that comes to mind is in the Pilot when Lorelai says “Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight”, and Rory answers “Just tonight?” <- lmaooo (This Rory would’ve never dragged a dead relationship because of other people’s opinions — her mother’s especially.)

3. This one right here ↴

It’s not about what they’re saying, but rather how they’re saying it. I mean, the softness?? The absolute tenderness??? Jess’s tone when he asks “Oh, yeah?”, and Rory’s smile of pure, unbridled joy in the last gif… 🫠🪦🕊

But I love this entire scene. The way they just keep kissing, and pressing their foreheads together while they hold hands with their eyes closed…… It’s like they’re saying a prayer or something — they might as well be declaring their eternal devotion and undying love for each other at that moment 🤷‍♀️

Look, what eVEn is this?!?!

[feyd-meowtha]

Have you seen the pilot of dune prophecy? If so, what are your thoughts?

Peering over the screen like 👀👀👀👀👀

Ok, I'm late to the party but I finally watched the first 2 eps: have my very disorganised thoughts

- LANKIVEILLLLL HELL YEEEEE

- love the rampant drug use, that's what it's all about though I am begging them to rack a line and use a snorty, theyre being so wasteful and messy and spice is EXPENSIVE (I'm presuming it's spice, could be something else though? Cus this stuff seems like 'space coke' and I will die on the hill that spice is much more like space acid, or if you want something snortable, space 2cb which also has a little buzz. Guess we'll see. Maybe we'll see some samuta or Sappho juice as a treat)

- THE BENE GESSERIT I LOVE THEM

- VALYA I LOVE HER!!! also thank fuck for some human-looking harkonnens at last. She is ruthless but very human!!! This is what we NEED from our harkonnens thank fuck

- one of the acolytes is played by the girl that my bf had his first kiss with so that's.... extremely funny. Get in there Mr Hilly, what a pull.

- pre-horrible Salusa Secundus? Noice

- druggy sex club!!!! This has been my agenda since day 1, we love to see it. Fremen bartender girl is hot. The two who actually bang? Not really it for me but ok whatever. I would also have it be way grimier but this is a rich people club so I get that. One day ill get my Geidi Prime warehouse raves

- that blue spice inhaler???? THATS MIST!!! The drug from Prayer Of The Rollerboys, an incredible 1990 film about a roller skating drug-cartel of pretty-boy Nazis and starring COREY HAIM!! (Featuring NIN on the soundtrack). The drug is called mist and it's a blue vapour in an inhaler exactly like what they're doing in that one scene. Go watch POTRB now, it's free on YouTube. It looks like this, it's amazing

- very extra marriage ceremony, a little heavy handed but I'm into it

- that annoying kid was literally playing with a forbidden bakugan battle brawler lmaooo (rip)

- the Atreides guy is sooooooo Scouse like why? I love it, it's hilarious but I do laugh at everything he says. Where in the universe are the Scousers? Are all the Atreides Scouse in this time period? So many questions

- neither of the corrino siblings or scouse Atreides man are doing it for me but it's ok cus I have milves galore in the BG and also crazy Nordic man who I can vibe with

-idk wtf is going on with the fire guy himself, what he can do is p outside the norm of what I expect from this universe so colour me intrigued I guess (rip Kasha (?) you were hot)

All in all I am enjoying it very much and am excited to see where it goes! I haven't read the prequels and dont intend to any time soon so I'm pretty chill about the whole thing. Honestly, at this point I have been both delighted and disappointed by every version of Dune so I'm just here to have fun. I'm a fan of the books, the 84 movie, the sci fi show and the new films and I'm happy to enjoy this too.

[sevikas-whore]

part 2 of my Yellowjackets s3 yap fest

spoilers under the cut

pt 1

coincidentally, pt 1 was only about the adult timeline, and this will more or less be entirely about the wilderness era lol

ok firstly,,

💫- SHAUNA AND MELISSA⁉️ SHAUNA’S A GIRL KISSER CONFIRMED ❗️i'm feeling strangely patriotic about this lol, life feels the same way it did on the 21st of July 2024 when Rhaenyra kissed Mysaria

💫 - no, Melissa your so real for that 🫡, she saw her opportunity and she POUNCED on it, and you know what? I respect that. STOP and the way she was like “everyone’s terrified of you but I’m not” while her backs to a tree, a knife’s to her throat, visceral fear in her eyes, like she’s about to be hunted for sport, and you know what? I just KNOW she was horny as fuck LMAOOO

💫 - seriously though, it was a pleasant surprise, I’m glad she and the other girls like Gen and Akilah may get bigger roles, (although I’m scared for my girl Akilah, but more on that later) I’m extra glad about this though bc Melissa’s kinda (no kinda about it) hot, and for reasons I cannot explain she reminds me of Vi from Arcane and one thing about me… I LOVE LOVE LOVE Vi, ok? I do feel bad for her though, Shauna’s probably gonna ruin that poor girl

💫 - but, putting Melissa and Shauna aside for now, everyone’s looking extra fine this season, in both eras but especially in the wilderness era (is that what it’s called?? idk lol) and ESPECIALLY you Vanessa Palmer, specifically, when everyone was sat around her and she was wearing that fuck ass jacket thing and she was telling them a story

💫 - they’re little camp set up is so adorable, it looks almost more like they’re on a big group camping trip, until they start talking about their bad eating habits lol

💫 - overall, the atmosphere and environment seems so much warmer than it did before their first Winter last season, and I like to think that’s to kind of demonstrate how the girls have all settled a bit. before Winter, they were still all finding their feet, getting into a routine, they were still trying to figure out how to survive in their new reality, and obviously Winter was hell, and with that they had to assimilate again, they were faced with the full reality of how difficult it will be for them, and then the cabin fucking burnt down, but now, HUZZUH! Winter has passed, they were demoted from kinda homeless to homeless, but hey now they have fuck ass huts, and animals, and overall, I think it’s fair to say that for now, this is the most comfortable they’ve been since the crash, except for a few glaringly obvious issues

💫 - one of those issues is suspiciously Shauna and Mari shaped lol. it makes relative sense to me that Shauna is as angry as she is, like, considering how shitty things are for everyone, Shauna somehow has had an extra rough run of it. her best friend? dead as a direct result of an argument she should've won. oh! and to add to that, her dead best friend also started talking to her and everyone found out, so they all decided to join hands and eat her like it was a fucked up prayer circle. her baby? which is a product of her fucking the aforementioned best friend's boyfriend, yeah, also dead as fuck. good news though! they didn't eat him! another fun thing, after her baby died, they decided it was actually best to kill and eat one of their own, which seemed pretty fucking bad bc holy shit, its Nat, their gonna kill Nat. But then, in a shocking turn of events, things got somehow much better and much worse bc yay! they actually didn't kill Nat bc someone else died, oh but guys that someone was actually the youngest of them, and he's got an older brother, and the kid was really nice and him and Shauna lowkey had a bit of a maybe bonding moment a while ago, but hey at least now they have a leader/queen! but what the fuck why isn't that leader/queen Shauna? And oh, what the fuck? Shauna also has to skin and prep this nice, sweet kid to be eaten. And then, just the cherry on top, her fucking house burnt down, and now she and like, 16 other girls just became homeless in the bum fuck middle of Winter

like, when you bear all of that in mind, it makes sense why she's angry, as far as she's concerned she's been majorly wronged. then add in Mari who has consistently made little comments the entire time (which i think are hilarious) and is overall a bit of an ass, yeah thats fucking trouble

💫 - my favourite thing after watching those first two episodes, is imagining that this is how it is all the time, you know, happy, playing games, telling stories, raising bunnies and geese, but then yeah, Winter rolls around and they turn feral bc any vegetation is frozen over, animals have fucked off bc duh it’s Winter, so they’re not telling stories and raising animals, but they are playing games, specifically, a fucked up game of tag where everyone except one is 'it' and the person they’re chasing is dinner tonight. and they also sit around in kind of scary looking outfits bc it’s Winter you take what you can get, and they pray and leave offerings to this strange being (God?) that lives in the woods. But then Winter’s over again so everything’s fine, there’s maybe a few less huts bc obviously they ate a few people, but that just means there’s more space to tell stories and play games (non cannibal edition) and raise the animals, and they’re not feral anymore lol

💫 - also, Coach Ben! he's alive, he survived the rest of Winter, I definitely think he spent the rest of Winter and probably a few extra weeks just to be sure, in that hide out of Javi's, bc no one else knew about it except for Javi himself, and he's not really in the right condition to be running his mouth. But that pit he found with the food rations? First of all, that pit is 100% the same one from the beginning of season 1 when a girl runs and falls into it and fucking dies. Secondly though, I reckon the guy who dug the pit and put the rations there was probably the Cabin Guy, but also, the only thing making me think otherwise is, if the rations were Cabin Guy's why didn't he use them?

💫 - another coach Ben mystery, if he didn't set the fire, who did? I feel like the most likely answer would be the wilderness, which I wouldn't be opposed to that, but there are also just other possibilities. For example, Shauna was who woke everyone up when she climbed down the ladder and started yelling, but we see that while everyone else was lying in bed, the only other person already up was Tai, who was already kicking at a door, so maybe the one who started the fire was the Other Tai like, sleepwalking Tai. Bc in earlier episodes it was a focal point that Tai and Van sleep with their wrists tied to each other's so Tai couldn't get up and sleepwalk, at least not without Van feeling the tug of Tai trying to leave, but then we see that Other Tai is two steps ahead and just unties and reties them together when she comes and goes. so its possible that's what happened, Other Tai/sleepwalking Tai, untied the rope, got up and set the fire, then at some point, Tai woke up to the cabin on fire, with no knowledge it was her who set it

💫 - the way Lottie is giving Travis what I'm assuming are fucking shrooms or something? to get him high and make him 'connect' with the wilderness? like, what was the conversation leading up to that? 😭

lottie: hey wanna do drugs? but not together, do you want to do drugs, and I'll sit and observe how you slowly start hearing things?

trav: hmmm, you know what, yeah why not?

I felt so bad for him though; he was sat holding back tears with a goose in his lap while Lottie, either can't read the room of doesn't care comes up to him, like girl please, I love you, but give this guy a minute to breathe LMAOO

but then when he said the wilderness doesn't want him, bc it trusts Akilah more than him and so do the animals, and it showed Lottie walking over to her? cut that shit out RIGHT NEOWW

💫 - like, don't fucking play with me right now, 😭 please do not do this to that sweet, sweet girl. Akilah is such a sweetheart and I love her so much, please please PLEASE, don't subject her to such horrors 🙏

anyways, I have a few more thoughts but holy shit, I’m so tired so that’s all for now <33

[mynameis-noe-body]

hello umm so i’m the howler anon haha

okay hear me out! if you don’t mind can i make an addition for my previous request?

i’m sorry but-this idea just popped out i just can’t ignore it: a scene where snape replay the memories of their night in spinner’s end in his pensieve.

it can be the pensieve scene leading up to their howler exchange(s) ? or the other way around where the howler exchange leading up to snape replaying the memories. ooorrrr he watch/reacting to the memories and narrating it to the howler he’ll sent later to licorice.

orr you can reverse it where it’s licorice having a pensieve or you can do both or mixed things up lmaooo idk anymore😭😭😭i’m such indecisive person so please your choice i trust your creative liberties 🫡

whatever your choice i’d be happy to read it

and thank you so much for accepting my previous request! ❤️

Here is your drabble — it's short, but it's hot. I'll try to write more in the next day, in the meantime I hope you'll enjoy this. Thank you so much for requesting. 🖤

I can't stop thinking about it. Thinking about you, your hands, the way I came to your gentle touch. I think of you, and I dream of you. At night, when I'm alone, I imagine your tongue between my sweet lips —

Severus squeezes the letter between his fingers with such force that it crumples all over. It's the third time he reread it. He can't take it anymore. He can't stop thinking about it. At first he denied himself any pleasure — touching himself at the memory of that night is damn wrong, she's far away and if she knew, if she could see the way he's desperate for some relief, it would be awkward and embarassing. When that howler arrived, though... along with that letter! He couldn't resist. And now, for the third time, Severus can't stop thinking about it. Her breasts between his lips, her firm nipples, the sweet taste of juices around her small, tight pussy. His greedy hand squeezes the head of his cock, and he digs his teeth into his cheek to hold back a moan, failing miserably. His cock slides so deliciously into his hand — legs wide open on the couch, hand full of lube gripping his member tightly, wanking it intensely, up and down, little drops of precum slide down his length making everything so wet and warm.

That howler — Severus still remembered the sweet, desperate sounds of your breathing, your deep panting, his name whispered like a prayer. And the intense moan of your orgasm.

I want to feel you inside, I want you deep inside me. I want your fingers and your tongue and —

"F-fuck" Severus growls. He's close, so close.

— your hands pulling my hair, and spanking me. I want you to remember how much I am yours, I want you to leave marks and bruises on me as if —

"Ah! God — yes!" with a strangled moan, Severus tightens his entire hand around his cock. His orgasm explodes. Rich streams of seed dirty his hand.

You're perfect. Even in his memories, even in your letters. With a resigned sigh, cleaning himself of all the sweat, the lubricant and his own semen, he grabs pen and paper. There is only one thing he wants to write in his response letter.

Come back soon. I need you.

[whateveryouiguess]

four letter word.

Miguel O’ Hara x Reader, 1k+ words

Warnings: None i don’t think, mentions of Miguel’s comic origin along w his movie lore, she/her pronouns r used in this one, mostly sentimental ramblings abt everyone’s favorite problematic bb girl, improper punctuation and capitalization bc i’m a poet and i simply cant be bothered LMAOOO. lmk whatcha think :)

last night, miguel told her he hated her.

at least, that’s how he heard it. with her hand in his hair and his head nestled between the ridges of her collarbone and the crook of her neck, his eyes closed as every bit of the days worries seemed to float away, just as they always did when he was in her arms. craning his neck up to see the edge of her face backlit by the lamp light, the gentle contours of her face illuminated like a Rembrandt painting. the crest of dawn was creeping, seeping through the cracks in the windowsill, the green blue sky still freckled with stars as the world stay asleep. universes laid to rest in their cozy beds, minds at ease, all shrouded in blankets and carpeted by dreams: all but him. he never slept very much anyway; if there wasn’t a pressing mission keeping him awake, it was the ghosts that waited for him behind his eyes.

the compilation of all his hardest, worst moments, playing on a loop in the empty theatre of his hippocampus. the icy sensation of a rapture high, the white hot pain of withdrawal. the strands of spider dna that launched a foot race through him as he injected himself with nothing but a hope and a prayer. the stretching of his jaw, the razor sharp fangs that grew onto his incisors, the indicators that he would forever be other. though the coercive whispers of his addiction had grown quiet, the blood curdling screams of his wife and child still echoed through him, day by day, night by night, every hour on the hour. it was years before he could look at happy families without the urge to scratch at his leg with one of his talons. that should’ve been us. that would’ve been us if I hadn’t fucked it up so badly. he’d learned to let the ghosts just float by, a technique begrudgingly introduced into his life once it was recommended by jess, practically his therapist (and a mind reader, as he hadn’t once asked for her help). part of him—a stupid, naive, part—hoped that they would never truly go away. in his mind, in the absence of them, it was as though their screams were close enough to their laughter that he could pretend he still heard them, that when he rose from his bedroom each morning, he would still find them laughing and carrying on as they made sunday breakfast, or that when he woke up to an empty house, there they would be, playing in the soil and pruning the rose bushes out back, but at the end of the day, he knew they wouldn’t be. there was no stove for them to warm tortillas on for breakfast tacos. and there was no garden of roses to prune on the cold, lawn-less patio of his high rise apartment. it was just him and his grief.

but miguel didn’t believe in that “five stages” bullshit. just another myth of psychology constructed by scientists to put the suffering at ease, he thought. to give them a timeline of their hurting, to provide them not with a date or location of when, but a clear indicator that the dust of hurting would one day settle, and that the war inside their head would one day be over. he thought they’d figured that was a good enough bandage for the gash of death. but no one talks about the scar that comes once that gash is healed. no one talks about the ripping of the stitches, or the blinding pain that follows when the wounds reopen and clot and scab over and over and over again, never quite sealing shut. miguel knew in his head that he would never heal, and part of him was grateful. if he never healed, he never had to let them go. THAT was why he hated her.

he hated her because the very second he first saw her, he could hear the bells. she smiled at no one and nothing in particular, and his national anthem blared on speakers through the streets, the song he hadn’t heard since the day he lost the first loves of his life. she said hello, and flags were raised once again, she waved goodbye and the city streets, littered in bombshells and empty magazines swept themselves clean, a cold rain poured down from the sky and civilians left their homes for the first time in days to watch the downpour, to dance in it. war was over, whether he liked it or not.

and now, with his head on her chest and her heartbeat in his ear, the ghosts have found their final resting place and kissed his cheeks goodbye, one last time. and though he never loses sight of them, they don’t scream his name from the rubble anymore. they whisper to him, egging him on, encouraging him on days when he can’t find the strength in himself to keep going. the specters are like saints to him now, a crutch to lean on when he wants her so badly it makes him miss them. he kneels at their gravestone and weeps, just for them to rest on his shoulder and sigh. and they forgive him. they let him go. free him into the expanses of the wild with the knowledge that he’s ready to survive on his own, and they cheer jubilantly when he runs straight to her, as if there were anywhere else for him to go.

miguel hates her. he hates the way her laughter makes his stomach bubble, he detests the sweet, potent smell of the still-steamy bathroom as she exits the shower (he also hates the little messages she leaves for him in the fogged up mirror—finger traced transmissions reading “hi, handsome!” and “we’re out of toilet paper <3”). and he hates, most of all, that she doesn’t have to try. she never once forced him to open up to her, starting the game and waiting till he was comfortable enough to lay out his cards. he was guarded as all get out before he met her, but he broke down brick walls to let her in, not because she asked him to, or even because she said she requested entry. because he knew it was time to open. it was time for the eastern and western regions of himself to meet and rejoice once again, to end the era of his solitude and self pity, and to allow the soft smiles and crows feet to return to his face again.

he hates how easy it was to fall apart in her arms, and how easily she puts him back to together. he hates how she never needed him, but wanted him more than anything, he hates how she made an effort for him, because no one else ever had, and he hates most of all that there isn’t a single fiber of his being that could ever, in any fraction of the multiverse, bring the whole of him to truly and earnestly detest her. he hates her because he doesn’t hate her. not one bit at all.

so, in the present moment, when he cranes his neck up to see her, eyes only half open in the wee, small, hours of the morning, he traces a hand down her jaw and rests his palm behind her ear and strokes his thumb across her cheek. the sleepy smile that pulls from her entraps him, the feeling of her nails scratching at the nape off his entombs him, he knows he is royally and utterly screwed, tortured by the mere experience of her. so he licks his cracked lips and elects to give her a piece of his mind.

but when he opens his mouth to tell her how much he hates her, hate doesn’t end up being the four letter word he uses.

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ty for reading <3 if ya have any requests send em my way and maybe i’ll do em who knows. take it easy :)

[obsessedwiththedragonprince]

Se4 ep6 thoughts

I love how Soren sees the dragon and is immediately like: ✨️friends✨️? Big puppy energy. Looks so innocent!! Well that didn't go well.

No-one looking for Soren? Yikes. Wow Rayla took you long enough lmao. Not like he didn't come home last night!

Whatcha doing? while Ezran's discovering he's the new spiderman.

Zubeia will not be pleased.

Finally some thought to the freaking anonymous elf!! Did i mention how much i am loving the accent? Because yes.

Lmao Raylaa

What is this????

Like ig there was a different light source and they changed it later but does no-one watch this like, I dunno, a thousand times before it's released??

My distracted ass had to go make these gifs mid episode because why not. And this was my first time making one so when i clicked the tick and it didn't appear as an option in my videos from gallery i tried again. And again. And again. Then realised i had four of them in the gallery. So yeah. That happened.

Anyway continuing my watch. Lmaoo not even 6 minutes. Oops...

Poor Bait getting knocked overr. And again why can Ez see through Zym's eyes? Will we ever know?

Amaya it is not just a fricking candlee. Like I love you but show some respect please. Okay that escalated quickly. Is there no way to like, give the elf some comfort or something that doesn't involve killing? Like yes i actually get why death would be an appropriate punishment cause in their eyes extinguishing that candle is prolly worse than killing someone cause if u kill they still get to the afterlife but. I think the focus should also be on the elf and doing sth for his benefit?

Um i guess earthblood elves don't know he's the dragon prince? Cause otherwise they have some serious trouble coming. Is Callum going to save the day? This blackout transition was a bit unusual. Looked fine but not really their style?

Are we getting some info on elven politics? Masked guys? This little smile thing between Karim and one of Six Horns... he did some bribing? Hope not cause this could turn ugly. It prolly will who am i lying to.

'Don't u remember who u are' felt a little forced to me. They often have those inspiring speeches that don't feel like they belong there. Why isn't Callum flying around looking for Zym? And why wasn't he their 'eyes' to begin with?

The kiddo is back again! Kinda didn't like that was all we saw of him so welcome back!

Karim u little shit. I don't yet know what he's planning but i feel it in my bones it ain't nothing good. Best case he just wants them gone from Xadia. Hopefully.

Why did that elf go after Rayla? Because they are so-called protectors? That little Bait smile lmaooo. Another gif incoming.

I am a pro now.

Anyway.

Amaya on the side of the elves yes please. But i think she'll do the same Karim did with some kind of I dunno. Not clearing her of guilt completely but sth. Yess compassionate justice pleasee. I feel like they won't listen cause it'd be too good to be true but still. Prolly Karim bribing people won't help. Still not sure if he did.

This catching dragons really reminds me of HTTYD. This boy is the next Hiccup. N'than i love youuu.

Damn for a moment i really thought she'll cut her hands off. Ig that wouldn't really belong on screen but i thought the same for blood so...

this was so good!! I loved it! I actually cried Just hope Janai didn't undermine herself and look weak in the eyes of other elves. I feel like this was also more realistic so they didn't escalate things for no reason. Just show them all trying to get along. Sometimes successfully, other times less so. In love with how Janai said compassion

This entire scene was a masterpiece idc. How the architect broke down crying from relief and stress, the shrine idea, how the elf subtly accepted this as retribution, how it drove a divide between Karim and Janai, how logical the punishment was, it will be the greatest work of my life... just. Peak animation.

I knew it! The Pit of Despair, answer to all our prayers.

Will Karim and Janai fix things or will Karim not be understanding? Again a pretty scene, and Karim doesn't look hostile so far so yayy

I wanted to ask before but how long did Rayla and Soren actually knew each other? Cause i was under the impression that Rayla left practically at the end of se3 but Soren acted like they were kinda close earlier and now Rayla sounds really distressed?

Ohh Karimm lover boyy! Is he going to usurper her? Really?

Lmaoo Soren late to the party😂😂 omgg they're so cuteeee! ✨️friends✨️ for real now

The happiness on his face🥹

OMGG SIBLINGS REUNIONN!!!!

[daycourtofficial]

Bestie.... This is the co-worker anon, holy shit, this is going to be long. His sister came up to me during dinner and told me that she took matters into her own hands (a.k.a sending you an ask in case I have your notifications on and saw it--which I do, have your notifs on I mean, when I have the Tumblr app installed. But work was picking up and I got so busy I uninstalled all social media app off my phone).

WORRY NOT!!! I will dedicate an altar for you. Seriously, with the seasoned cum ask printed out (if I can find the post again), and candles, and pretty fairy lights, and some autumn themed stuff, the whole shebang.

YES IT'S CARI CAN READ! He said Sarah writing style is not for him so he can't make himself read the book, but he did watch several ACOTAR explained video so he'll understand what I'm talking about.

I don't know about marriage, but we've been to several dinner and we went to an amusement park date yesterday after I offhandedly said I haven't been to one in years. And I've met his family and y'know... I debated sending you updates via asks anytime something happened but I like the idea of having this for myself (even though technically none of you would actually know since this is on anon lmao). But it's the vibes y'know, I'm just private, this started off as something hilarious but the more time I spend with him the more serious it goes and I didn't feel like sharing, even anonymously.

OKAY BUT ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE! Really though, if this works out long term, I will absolutely gave 83% credit to your for kick starting our relationship (the 17% was to me for opening Tumblr on company time).

FRIEND, HE'S LIKE he answer to all of my (@ God; me when?) prayers? HE'S A DECENT GUY? They're still here? They didn't only exist in books? (I'm chalking it up mostly to him having 2 older sister and one younger). But really, he's really amazing. And while I will always be mortified that he started talking to me because of That post, the feeling of gratefulness is bigger.

REALLY THOUGH HOW AM I SUPOOSED TO CONVEY HOW GRATEFUL I AM? I'll just pray all the happiness and giddiness I've felt the past month come back to you tenfold luv!!!

Bestie I think about you once a week. I totally get the privacy thing, I’m the same way. i keep things to myself too.

God I hope this is real bc this is the funniest and sweetest thing to ever happen lmaooo

Thank you for the altar, I hope you have a fall themed wedding if it ever gets there 🙏🏻 an homage to Eris

You found your little ginger omg I’m so happy for you!! I will accept your 83/17 split, your new man had nothing to do with it

Anyway feel free to drop by on occasion and let me know how you’re doing!! Sending all the love is happiness (and flavored cum) to you both 🥰🥰

[sometimesanalice]

Me getting the notification:

Me at the end:

Abby!

You did the absolute most with this!!

Bob and Natasha were your coworkers. You shouldn't be having dreams about them, especially ones where they're fucking you at the same time. — ok but where’s the fun in that?! 🤭🤭

That's why their touch seemed to always linger. That's why they would look at you and then whisper to each other. — sure, jan 😏😏😏 but also the way I’m dying to know how those little convos went!

The dream still plagued your thoughts. It felt so real. You shouldn't be thinking about it, hell, you shouldn't be hoping for a sequel as you lied awake in bed at night.— ahhhhhh!! The way I’d be recreating the exact way I’d fallen asleep the first time in hopes for a reprise lmaooo. Lighting a prayer candle and hoping for the best 😂

"It's just....feels like you've been avoiding us. And we really miss our favorite mechanic, don't we Bob?" There was a sweetness to her voice, one that was laced with mischievous. — our favorite mechanic 🤭

as Bob was able to unbutton your jeans with just one hand. — 😵‍💫😮‍💨 I don’t have the words. But the thought of that man’s big hands?! Checking myself into a nice seaside resort 🫡

"Can even go to your place if you'd like. Recreate that dream." Both their lips were covering your neck. — AHHHHH!! No words, just squealing!

For Bob or Natasha! Dealers choice! 🎲

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

Why not both?? 👀👀👀

Your bed was an entanglement of limbs. Natasha's breasts against yours, Bob's cock in-between your legs. Her lips on yours, his on your neck.

They felt so good, their hands exploring your body. The pleasure was building, increasing and increasing until-

The sound of your alarm was downright cruel. You sat up in your bed, feeling sweat on your skin.

Laying back down, you tried to gather your bearings. But that was really fucking difficult considering you just had a wet dream about your two coworkers.

Fuck.

Bob and Natasha were your coworkers. You shouldn't be having dreams about them, especially ones where they're fucking you at the same time.

After transferring to Miramar, you received a warm welcome from everyone in the dagger squad, particularly the pilot and WSO duo.

They had to just be friendly; Bob because he was raised to be a gentleman, Natasha because having another woman was such a rarity.

That had to be it.

That's why they always checked in on you. That's why their touch seemed to always linger. That's why they would look at you and then whisper to each other.

Any thoughts that maybe, just maybe, it was something beyond friendliness, you tried to push away. And you thought you had been pretty successful.

Until this morning.

At work, you simply waved to Bob and Natasha and quickly sat down, not stopping for your usual chit chat. You could feel their stares burning into your back. But there was no way you could face them without getting flustered. At least not for a few days.

Then things could go back to normal.

You didn't outright ignore the two, but your conversations with them were much shorter and with very little eye contact.

Thanks to being a mechanic, you were able to whisk yourself away from their eager eyes.

The dream still plagued your thoughts. It felt so real. You shouldn't be thinking about it, hell, you shouldn't be hoping for a sequel as you lied awake in bed at night.

"Hey angel," Natasha's voice was smooth, almost seductive. She had found you outside the Hard Deck. You left to get air (and maybe to avoid being sandwiched in between her and Bob in a booth).

But your attempt was in vain. Bob appeared, standing behind you. With Natasha inches away, you were trapped.

"Did we do something wrong angel?" Bob asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Wha- no! What makes you think that?" Way to play it cool.

Nat's fingers skimmed the side of your shirt. You took a step back, only to bump into Bob. His large hands grabbed your hips, not only steadying you, but also forcing you to remain in your spot.

"It's just....feels like you've been avoiding us. And we really miss our favorite mechanic, don't we Bob?" There was a sweetness to her voice, one that was laced with mischievous.

Bob squeezed the plush flesh of your hips, "We do. Every time we've tried to talk to ya in the last few days has been cut short."

"We just wanted to make sure we hadn't done anything to hurt you," her fingers skimmed the side of your neck, stopping just before reaching your clothed breasts.

It took everything in you not to whine.

"You....you two have done nothing wrong. It's me, don't worry about it."

Bob chuckled, the sound vibrating against you, "We always worry about ya darlin'."

His words made you stop in your tracks, made you reevaluate every interaction you've had with the two.

"R-really?" You still asked, still needing that verbal confirmation to prove you weren't overthinking or misinterpreting.

Natasha smiled as she extended a hand to cup the side of your face, "'Course we do angel."

Bob gently squeezed your hips, as if to encourage you. After all, there was nothing 'friendly' about this.

You took a deep breath, "I uh .....I had a dream about you two the other night."

"What kinda dream?" Bob asked, his voice a near growl. Nat stepped forward, her body brushing against yours now.

"I...I woke up wet."

You don't know whose lips you felt first. Nat's lips were soft. As were Bob's, but his lips were thinner. Nat used more teeth, whereas Bob left open mouth kisses, his tongue tasting your skin.

Despite it being new territory, you were able to quickly distinguish between the pilot and the WSO.

"She's so soft Bob," Nat murmured, "Feel her tits, they're perfect."

His large hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts. Bob's fingers were swift and nimble, able to find your nipples despite the layers of clothing.

Just like up in the sky, they were a well oiled machine, able to alternate who would kiss you and where. Nat's hand wandered down, slipping past the waistband of your jeans.

You couldn't help but moan. Your body felt like it was on fire from being touched all over. Her fingers skimmed over your clothed core. Your hips greedily jerked upwards, trying to get more.

"Is she wet Phe?" Bob asked, in-between pressing a mixture of kisses and love bites to your neck.

Nat chuckled, obviously aware of how damp the center of your panties were, "She sure is. Tell us angel, what we were doing in that dream of yours?"

She withdrew her hand, allowing Bob to have a turn. You felt her fingers knead your breasts, as Bob was able to unbutton your jeans with just one hand.

"I....we were on my bed," you stammered, finding it difficult to focus with the way Bob was lazily drawing circles on your covered clit, "And I was...in between you two. K-kinda like this."

"You wanna make that happen? We can go somewhere private," Bob murmured.

"Can even go to your place if you'd like. Recreate that dream." Both their lips were covering your neck.

You nodded, unable to speak. All you wanted to do was focus on how good they felt.

"Well then, let's get going."

Fuck.

[sexysilverstrider]

guess who overslept!!

[hunterbunter3000]

Krueger being a seat sniffer isn’t shocking tbh 💀 that man def already picked out the names of his and Sweetheart’s future kids and wedding plans detailed in a binder (is he manifesting or delusional; who knows lol!).

He also def has a shrine dedicated to Sweetheart openly in his room, atleast the other boys have the decency to hide their shrines in their closet 😤😂

LMAOOO STOP THATS SO HIM (AND FUCKING EVERYONE ELSE)

He has like- three binders and two notebooks he has for Sweetheart and his future with her. Like it's just FILLED with where they would live, how many kids they would have, tHEIR NAMES, the colleges they would go to, the house he wants to get when they get married, THE WEDDING

MANS IS EVEN PLANNING FOR THEIR RETIREMENT LIKE-- KRUEGER??? he's delulu and manifesting for this to happen!! Let's cheer him on! ✨️🙏 PFFTT-

And yes. He has a shrine of Sweetheart. OBVIOUSLY. THE MOMENT YOU WALK IN its right there in your face. It's sitting on a small table-like stand and it's FILLED with framed pictures of Sweetheart and heart shaped candles around them. There's a long frame with gold on it, and inside of it is a nail set he got her his first time ever (that was three years ago 💀) She told him it was coming off, and she was so sad because he got it for her (he fell in love with her more because of that) so he helped her get them off, and he told her that he'll throw them away.

S I K E

once she left he threw them in his pocket so fast and ran off to his room 💀💀 and then there's a pedestal on the table, and it has a small, marble bust of Sweetheart he paid someone to do on etsy (HE LOVES ETSY IM NOT CHANGING MY MIND) and what's crazy is that all of its glued down to the table, and there's a button behind it, so he presses that button when Sweetheart comes around and the table top flips, being empty and he places magazines on the clean top 🧍‍♀️ THE MAN HAS A SECRET CONTRAPTION FOR HIS SHRINE

(You can't deny the fact that he prays to it as well. You CANT)

He's down horrifically bad. He wants her sO BADLY

well get tf in line BIG BOY CAUSE SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE

They don't really have shrines like Krueger (because he's delusional) but everyone does have a picture of Sweetheart or some sort of gift she's made them somewhere in their room. Or on them.

Like Alejandro has a small gold locket of Sweetheart he wears around his neck and NEVER TAKES IT OFF-- and when he's about to go on a mission, he kisses the locket, says a small prayer and puts it under his shirt, so he knows that he's protected and has someone to go back to (why am I making myself cry)

Rudy has a picture of Sweetheart framed with a letter she sent him on his desk with the little things she's made him. He reads the letter every time he misses her (WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF)

Ghost wears a braided friendship bracelet Sweetheart made him. (Its black and blue with lil skulls) He hides it on his left wrist with his glove, but he still wears it. When he's not around Sweetheart, he plays with the ties and smiles

Soap has like a little collage of pictures of Sweetheart and him on a corkboard. They take pictures when they're in a new country or state and collect weeds of flowers and give it to each other (SO CUTE I LOVE SOAP) and his sketchbook is FILLED of Sweetheart-- like he remembers what she looks like so much he sketches her from memory. And he uses a separate sketchbook for her, he calls it "Sweet's Looks".

Gaz only has one picture of her, and it's on his phone. It's Sweetheart cuddled up on his side, hand on his chest while watching a movie. It's obviously his home screen wallpaper (not his lock screen he can't handle that) he also has a little basket of different rocks Sweetheart has given him because she has a little basket of rocks he has given her as well (they're birds I tell ya)

Price has a photo of her in his hat. That's why he never lets anyone touch it, and his heart beats a little quicker when Sweetheart wears is hat cause he's nervous she's gonna see the picture (she has, and it's her and Brutus together and she squeals everytime in her mind)

Roach has a picture of Sweetheart taped to a bear. 🧍‍♀️ don't really wanna go into that one--

Alex has like- one of those photo booth type of pictures. Yk the ones that come in threes or fours. They went to a mall and Sweetheart HAD to get some. Alex uses his as a bookmark.

Now Horangi is like Krueger. He DOES have a shrine but it's in his closet. You will NEVER SEE IT.

König would have a shrine in his closet as well, but it's SMALL. Like two pictures and a good luck letter she wrote to him when he was on a mission. He's so soft for her good lord.

Graves has like.... I don't know a paperclip? That Sweetheart gave him? Think he still has that pen that Sweetheart forgot to take back. Still counts.