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Pile 1-

Wow these are some huge cards for some reason this picture actually reminded me of a home and looking at the cards I'd say this is the person you will set your home with or atleast share a roof with. This has got to be one of the most obvious and purest stack of cards I've ever pulled. Your future lover will be like a dream come true, everything that you have always imagined and yearned for you will find in this person. You will find your inner happiness with this person and this is most likely a soulmate connection. I think it will be love at first sight for both people and things will move pretty fast for you guys for some reason "well I'm sure that I could be a movie star if I could just get out of this place" keeps on playing in my head anyways I see alot of dancing happening between you guys. This connection will be very mutual and balanced I keep hearing ketu so this is a past life connection you guys might've been past life lovers. This connection and person will provide you with alot of courage and you will see that your luck will almost open as this person enters your life I'm seeing a pot filled with gold coins.

Pile 2-

They might like bread🙏🙏🙏 this is the first thing that I saw and it might be something you guys do alot I'm seeing alot of walking also newspapers? Brown colour seems prominent too very rusty and crispy wind and leafs. Your future lover might be someone from your friend circle or perhaps someone that you will first become friends with the only thing that is concerning for me is that this might be someone very controlling or stalker vibes? As in someone observing your each and every move in a creepy manner almost the second scenario that I'm getting is that perhaps this is someone that you stopped being friends with bc they seemed too creepy, possessive or controlling? This might also be someone who wants a lot of praise from the public and gets it. Someone who does a lot for the attention of the public to be praised and appreciated. This person is a winner

Pile 3-

Let me tell you something..... I'm trying very hard to get or pull atleast something positive and there is nothing... This person seems like a control freak worse than my pile 2 very controlling and possessive all three cards point in the same direction. This person might put alot of restrictions on you or just creepy in general. Someone who acts less like a lover and more like a father. Will act very authoritative and treat you very lowly I don't wanna channel no more🙏 IN NO CIRCUMSTANCES MUST YOU GET INVOLVED WITH A BAD BOY BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS COOL MY PILE 3 IN NO WAY

Pile 4-

Huge chances that this is someone from your past. when you meet this person the next time whether it's your first or not you'll observe that this is someone who is going through healing like very big healing physically as well as mentally. I keep thinking of the word rehabilitation there is something very strange its almost as if you will meet them in a completely different personality or persona that they have. They might have gone through some very painful betrayals and might be healing from that. However I do see that this person is very gentle you might not be able to get a grasp of how they truly are in the beginning because they might be still going through their healing I keep thinking of the fault in our stars as well. This is someone who is very compassionate, might give and donate to others alot, very providing of others need. They might have no dreams nothing very empty or lost when you meet them. A very pure person and this connection will unravel beautifully.

[punkshort]

It didn't mean anything

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Thank you anon for this request!

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel finds out about your history with Ben for the first time.

Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, possessive!joel (might be a bit over the line but i got carried away, sue me), jealous!joel, edging, rough sex but turns soft (bc of course)

WC: 2.1K

A/N: this is a request I had for a series I wrote but I think it could be read on its own.

"Where's my fuckin' glasses?" Joel roared from upstairs.

"Wherever you left them last!" you shouted back from the kitchen. You were tired and just wanted to go to bed but Joel was really starting to piss you off, so you made an excuse to come down to the kitchen to cool off.

It wasn't working.

"I left 'em on my goddamn book where I always leave 'em. You were movin' shit around up here today, you must've done somethin' with 'em," you heard him snap from the depths of your shared bedroom. You rolled your eyes and dug your fingers into the back of a chair to try to ground yourself. You knew his anger was misplaced. It wasn't really about the glasses.

Tonight at dinner you made one little innocuous comment about an old flame, Ben, another resident of Jackson, completely forgetting you hadn't found the chance to tell Joel about him yet, and it was all downhill from there.

Your relationship with Joel was still new. Well, not really.

It was and it wasn't.

This part of your relationship was new. Living together, sharing your lives together, loving each other... all of that was new. The sex was not new.

So maybe it was a little bit your fault for not telling Joel about Ben sooner. But it was the middle of the goddamn apocalypse and things like that didn't really cross your mind anymore. Besides, what you had with Ben didn't mean a thing. It was for comfort and stress relief on both sides, no feelings were involved whatsoever. And if that wasn't enough, Ben was also currently in a loving, committed relationship with your mutual friend, Lisa.

Joel didn't seem to care about any of that. He was still worked up, stomping around upstairs, slamming drawers shut and muttering under his breath.

It was really fucking annoying.

His heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs was the next thing you heard and you braced yourself for more of his attitude. Storming into the kitchen, he pushed things around on the counters as if his glasses could be hidden behind the flour while you stood at the table glaring at him. When he inevitably was unsuccessful, he spun around angrily with his hands on his hips.

"You gonna help me look or you just gonna stand there?"

With your nostrils flared and your jaw clenched, you marched across the kitchen, coming to a halt directly in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, you lifted an arm above his head and plucked his glasses from his hair, then blindly dropped them on the counter.

"Well?"

His eyes shifted to the glasses and back to you as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm goin' to bed," he muttered, leaving the glasses and heading for the stairs.

You scoffed in disbelief. "What? I don't get a thank you?"

He whipped around and stalked back over to you, his reaction so fast it startled you and had you backing up against the kitchen wall.

"What else should I thank you for? Hm?" he asked lowly, bracketing both arms on the wall on either side of your head. He stared down at you, anger rolling off him in waves, eyes dark and fuming. "Should I thank you for makin' me feel like a fuckin' idiot tonight? For not tellin' me somethin' you know I shoulda known 'bout months ago?"

"I already apologized, Joel! What more do you want from me? You didn't tell me about Angie until-"

"That was different an' you know it!" he yelled, smacking the wall beside you with the flat of his hand. "We weren't together then! You weren't livin' with me, sleepin' in my bed-"

"Goddamnit, Joel! It didn't mean anything!" You were mere inches apart, your hot, angry breath fanned over his face with every word. "I-I never even think about him like that! He was the only fucking guy I knew and I just wanted to get my mind off of the end of the fucking world every now and then!"

"I don't want you seein' him," he said, his tone threatening. "Ever. You pass him in the street, you just keep walkin'. He's on fuckin' fire, it ain't your problem."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" you seethed, but the arousal was already pooling warm between your legs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"Yeah, I do," he said through clenched teeth, then grabbed your jaw with one of his big hands. "'Cause you're mine."

You whimpered when his mouth crashed down on yours, teeth and tongues colliding messily as he pulled you off the wall. Your fingers twisted in his flannel, tugging and pushing him this way and that, acting as if you had any fight in you whatsoever.

"Shit," you gasped when his mouth traveled down to your neck and his hand cupped your aching core through your jeans. He applied some pressure with the tip of his fingers, locating your clit with practiced ease, and you tipped your head back with a moan. Your fingers that were once wrestling with the fabric of his shirt were now lost in his hair, holding the back of his head in place so he had no choice but to suck and bite marks across your collarbone.

His fingers were moving fast over the seam of your jeans, rubbing and pinching your sex through the thick denim, dragging you to the precipice just to deny you your orgasm at the last moment by pulling his hand away.

You whined and tugged his hair as hard as you could, trying to make it hurt, but he just chuckled and straightened back up. "Turn around."

Obediently, you swiveled around and braced your hands on the counter, your breath coming in sharp, excited pants as he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down to your knees, your underwear quickly following.

He dipped one thick finger into your folds from behind and your back instantly arched. You felt his belt digging into the flesh of your ass when he ground his hips against you and brought his mouth to your ear. "You're so fuckin' wet, baby. You like workin' me up like this?"

You bit your lip and closed your eyes when he slid his finger inside your leaking cunt. "Maybe," you whispered, then moaned when he curled his finger inside you, purposely teasing you by not giving you enough. Just as quickly as he gave you his finger, he took it away, leaving you feeling hopelessly empty again.

"I think you do. And I think you need me to remind you why you're in my bed every night 'n not his."

Your thing with Ben ended before you even arrived in Jackson, before you even knew who Joel was, so to imply he was even remotely some type of competition was ridiculous. But when you heard the jingle of his belt and the metallic zip of his jeans being undone, you decided it to point that out another time.

"Fuck!" you cried out when he entered you with one quick thrust. Your arm shot backwards, hand searching for some part of him to hold on to. His hand found yours and laced your fingers together before looping both your arms around your front, holding you close. He was breathing heavily in your ear, giving you a few moments to gather yourself and allow your walls to relax around his girth.

"Fuck," you said again, but this time it was breathier and more at ease. The initial sting was fading with every shaky breath and even though he was driven by jealousy and irrational anger, he didn't want to hurt you. He never wanted to hurt you. At the end of the day, he knew how you felt about him and that was all that mattered, so he gave you as much time as you needed before experimentally rolling his hips. You moaned his name and pushed your ass against him, urging him to continue.

With one of his hands still bonded with yours across your ribs and the other spread wide and flat over the cool counter next to your hip, he bent forward and slammed into you a little rougher, a little harder, until the mixed sounds of your skin slapping together and the lewd wetness from your pussy filled the air.

"He ever fuck you like this? Make you feel as good as I do? Huh?" he groaned into your neck. Your body jolted forward against the edge of the counter with every forceful thrust, knocking the wind out of you but you managed to shake your head and offer a weak no.

You wished you could spread your legs wider but you were restricted by the material bunched around your knees, so instead you arched your back and pushed your ass back against his hips. Again and again, you rocked your hips onto his cock, matching his rhythm as sweat began to collect on the back of your neck and the muscles in your stomach tightened. Joel flattened his tongue against your skin, drinking down your sweat with a deep moan.

"Taste so good, sweetheart. Feel s'good too... fuck - yeah, yeah - keep doin' that."

You whined and tilted your head to the side, searching for his mouth. When you found it, you hungrily slanted your lips together, tongue invading, licking past his teeth while your free hand reached back to splay wide across the side of his face.

You gasped when the tip of his cock brushed against something inside you that made your vision wobble. Your nails raked pathetically against his skin and your walls clenched around him, silently begging for more when words failed you.

"I love you," he whispered, hips still ruthlessly crashing into you, forehead pressed against your hair, hot breath panting in your ear.

"I love you, too," you mumbled back. "S-so deep like this, Joel, fuck," you whimpered, brows pinching together as you struggled for air. Your legs tensed and your eyes flashed wide open, searching for him as you felt yourself near your peak. His eyes were dark and filled with animalistic desire as he laid claim to you in the middle of your kitchen, and even though his jealousy was severely misplaced, it fanned the flames of excitement inside you.

You were his, and he was yours.

The coil snapped and you sobbed his name, body going rigid under his touch but he fucked you through it, to not only prolong your orgasm but to join you, as well.

"Oh, god," he mumbled repeatedly, his thrusts becoming sloppy, his hands flexing and breath growing ragged before pulling out and spilling himself all over your backside with a heavy groan.

Your upper body slumped across the counter, arms spread wide, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs trembled as you fought to remain upright but soon it wouldn't be your concern. Joel grabbed the nearest dish towel and cleaned you up before dragging your underwear and jeans back up, leaving them unbuttoned, before hastily doing the same to his own so he could gently lift you into his arms.

"You okay?"

You hummed and nodded sleepily against his chest. To your surprise, he bent down to scoop you up with one arm under your knees and he carried you to the couch, setting you down carefully and brushing the loose strands of hair from your face. He stayed there with you, quietly kneeling next to the couch, rubbing soothing circles over your arm, your stomach, your hips until you finally opened your eyes with a sigh. His head was resting against his forearm but he lifted it up when he heard you and gave you a little grin. You smiled back and brushed the pad of your thumb over one of his eyebrows, taking in every fine line, scar and freckle over his beautiful face.

"You don't have to be so jealous, you know. There's nothing to worry about."

He snorted and nipped at your thumb. "I know."

You bit your lip and playfully tapped the tip of his nose. "But maybe we can do that again sometime because that was really hot."

He chuckled and pressed his hands into the cushion of the couch so he could stand with a groan, fingers digging into his lower back with a wince. "You're gonna be the death of me one day."

You giggled and forced yourself to stand, not even bothering buttoning your jeans as you headed for the stairs. "You coming?" you asked him over your shoulder. He nodded.

"Lemme lock up and turn the lights off."

You yawned and continued up the steps, a little smirk pulling at your lips when you reached the top, and you paused.

"Don't forget your glasses."

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ʚ MISTAKES NEVER LAST — e. diaz x reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 Summary: You go on a coffee date. Nothing can go wrong, right? Wordcount: 3.6k Warnings: pseudocheating?? (bc of shannon), mentions of nsfw content, mentions of alcohol, straight up loser4loser A/N: idk just be prepared to watch ppl who have no idea what they’re doing date

You mutually decide on a coffee date. By mutually, you mean he suggested a full blown dinner and 50 back-and-forth texts later, you’d talked him out of it. So, on your Sunday morning off you find yourself getting ready to meet at a local coffee shop nearby. You had been the one to decide where you'd go, him being new and all, and you chose somewhere less than 10 minutes away from both of your places.

You dress casually, and take a minimal amount of time getting ready. This is supposed to be a casual date, after all. You arrive a little earlier, too, taking the time to look over the menu. As he walks through the coffee shop doors, though, you realize he might've put a little extra effort into his outfit. They’re just jeans and a button up, but he looks a bit more done up than how he is at work. It makes sense though, you suppose. Everyone looks a little better when they aren't being threatened by the imminent idea of an emergency situation emerging at any moment.

His eyes light up when they meet yours, because of course they do. Like they could have any more sparkle. You get up and smile at him, he returns the gesture and makes his way over to hug you.

You have a moment when it happens. A flashback, of sorts, to a few weeks ago, when he had those very same arms wrapped around you, with completely different intentions. The memory is less than productive at keeping you cool and calm in his presence, though, so you try your best to shunt it out of your brain. When you pull away a few seconds later, it's thankfully long gone.

His smile hasn't left his face, “Hey. Did I keep you waiting? I'm sorry, amor.”

You shake your head in protest, “No, you're all good. I was a little early, actually.”

You both sit across from one another at a corner table. You exchange pleasantries and make small talk. The topic of his kid comes up and you're undeniably curious to find out more about him.

“This is him,” Eddie says, pulling a picture of him and his son up. He looks unbelievably proud to be showing him off, and it makes your chest flutter, for some reason.

You've never been one for kids, finding them a little overstimulating to be around, but this one's pretty damn cute.

“He's adorable. Are you taking care of him all by yourself?” you ask, an underlying question's being asked too. Where's his mom? Is she still in the picture?

“Uh, yeah. For now. Buck's been trying to help me find someone. He has CP, Cerebral Palsy, so it isn't exactly easy. But he's my whole heart. He has my full focus right now,” he rambles. You find it cute.

He laughs awkwardly, as he realizes what he'd just said, “Not exactly the best thing to say on a first date, is it? I'm just trying to be as open as possible. I've heard it helps.”

You nod, “Sure does. And no, I think it's the perfect thing to say. I admire it. Not everyone's so open about the things they prioritize, and it gets to be a problem later.”

He frowns, as if he might be contemplating something. Then, he agrees with a mumble.

You cut the awkward silence by suggesting you order your drinks. You give him your order and he gets up to order both of your drinks at the counter. While he waits for them, his phone rings at the table. Once, twice, three times. You think about getting up and giving him the phone, but opt out of butting in, not wanting to seem nosy. The phone stops ringing, and he comes back to the table, drinks in hand.

You dive back into easy conversation, again. Around five minutes later, his phone rings again. He excuses himself, and responds. It's clear it isn't a good phone call. He avoids saying the words, but you can make out what's going on. He has to leave.

He hangs up and looks at you with a grimace, “I'm so-“

You shake your head immediately, “Nope. You're alright. I get it.”

He gets up immediately, grabbing his paper coffee cup. He apologizes anyway, and kisses your cheek as he passes by.

He pauses, “I'll make it up to you. I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond quietly.

As he leaves and you stay, staring at your own paper cup, with his name sprawled onto it, you realize: this is why you didn't want a dinner date.

At home, you FaceTime Hen and confide in her about all of it. The one night stand, the incessant flirting (which she'd already picked up on, as had everyone in the firehouse), the coffee date, and the getting blown off.

“You should talk to him about it, he probably actually had an emergency.”

“I know, but I don't want him to feel cornered into having to date me. He did say his priorities lie with his son, and I wouldn't want to intrude, y'know?” you explain, your phone set up on the counter, as you prepare dinner.

She gave you a look through the screen that said 'Really?'. She wan't buying any of it.

“You know what? I'm so very wrong for calling you. You're the one who got me in this mess in the first place,” you tell her.

“Okay, okay. How was I supposed to know you were gonna pick the worst possible candidate for a one night stand?”

You roll your eyes, stirring your pot of pasta, and turning down the heat.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” you respond.

Your phone pings a moment later, and you see Eddie's name pop up on your screen. Your face softens up immediately and you smile a little.

“Ohh, is it loverboy?”

“What?! No!” you lie, willing your face to contort into a frown. “It's my landlord. He needs his money. Bye, Hen. I'll see you tomorrow.”

She laughs and hangs up the call. You sigh and open up the message.

Hey. You probably don't want anything to do with me right now. But I just wanted to let you know that I am planning on making it up to you. And I'm sorry.

You laugh at his text. He's being incredibly dramatic, but you like it. Being fawned over like this, it's nice. You text him back, reassuring him that it's really fine and you're hoping his emergency was taken care of.

By the time you're done eating dinner, you've already convinced yourself that he isn't going to respond and you stop checking your phone every 5 minutes. Instead, you do it every 10 minutes, up until you're brushing your teeth and you hear your phone ringing on the bathroom counter. It's Eddie. You quickly spit your toothpaste out and wait a few seconds to respond, so as not to seem desperate.

“Hi, hermosa. Did I wake you up?” he asks.

“No, you're fine. I was just getting ready for bed.”

“Yeah?” you can hear his smile through the phone, “I had to explain why I left so suddenly, since you seemed so worried.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, just worried something happened to your cute kid. Don't have a big head about it.”

“Christopher's fine. Just a family-related emergency, and it's alright now. No need to worry your pretty little head.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, letting out a breath of relief you didn't even know you were holding.

“You sure you have to sleep now? Are you free for a bit?” he whispers.

“No, yeah,” you answer quickly, “I mean, yes. I'm free. Our shift's not until 9, so.”

“Yeah, maybe we can do this first date thing over the phone? It isn't the best, but I do want to get to know you. And it's a little difficult at home right now,” you can hear his disappointment through the speaker, and it's endearing.

“I don't mind,” you reassure him, “I mean, you're not doing it on purpose, so I get it.”

You spend the night talking about everything. Your favorite music, your childhoods (not exactly any trauma, but some nostalgia), all the places you've travelled, his kid, your family, anything and everything you can think of. Time passes so quickly, you barely register being tired. Eventually, the sun comes up and you both realize you have to start getting ready. You end the call with your head swirling with random tidbits from your call, and a smile that won't go away.

Walking up the firehouse's stairs a few days later, you're stopped by a hand on your shoulder. You almost reprimand whoever's touched you without permission so thoroughly they never look in your direction again. Until you realize who it is.

By now, midnight calls and stolen moments at work have become your forte. You talk whenever you can, and whenever you talk, you flirt. You both tried helping Maddie move in, but ended up flirting and talking the whole time instead. It's easy and better than anything you've ever had, somehow. Relationships that have lasted years don't compare. You genuinely feel like you've known him forever, and you're not sure whether to be freaked out or comforted. It's completely taken you by surprise, but you can't find it in yourself to feel guilty being this happy.

“Hey, I got you, uh, this,” Eddie says holding up a paper cup holder, which contains two drinks that look very similar to the ones you'd almost shared a few mornings back.

You grin at him, grabbing the one closer to you, assuming that one's yours. You're right, apparently, because he doesn't object.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. Well, I'm told dating's supposed to start with casual invitations over a cup of coffee,” he says.

Your eyes narrow jokingly, “Oh, is it?”

“So, would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?” he looks off at Buck, and asks, “How's that? is that casual enough?”

Buckley nods nonchalantly from somewhere off to the side and it makes you smile. So he's been talking about you. And getting advice.

“So we're dating?” you ask.

“We're dating,” he confirms, already walking up the stairs ahead of you, looking back.

“Pick you up at 8?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, “Hmm. Yeah, okay.”

You take a sip from the coffee cup, slowly realizing he remembered your coffee order. You could kiss him, and you probably will. Later. For now you follow him up the metal stairs to begin your shift, you can already tell it's going to be a long one.

You can't help but feel ashamed as you get ready for your date. You were supposed to be taking a break from dating! It's what brought on the whole one night stand idea in the first place. But they do say the best things in life are usually found when you aren't looking for them.

You smile to yourself in the mirror, as your 'getting ready' playlist plays in the background. You're not sure when you decided to allow yourself to feel this much for this guy, but you do anyway. You're just getting done doing your hair up, when your phone buzzes.

Hey. I'll be there in 20!

You reply quickly and get up to get dressed. After what feels more like 5 minutes than 20, your doorbell rings. You take one last glance in the mirror, before psyching yourself up in front of the door and opening it.

Eddie has a huge grin on his face, as you close the door behind you, and you look at him questionably in response.

“What?” you ask, with a curious smile.

“Nothing, just thinking about the last time I saw this door. Pretty lucky,” he says with a smile, knocking on the wood twice for dramatic effect.

Right. The last time you were both pressed up against it, attempting to balance making out and unlock the door frantically. Eventually, you'd gotten inside, but you'd say it took around 10 minutes. God, you hope your neighbors didn't see that.

Your smile grows wider, but you try your best to look disappointed at him, “Yeah, yeah. You ending up back here is entirely dependent on how good of a time you show me. Just so you know.”

You head to the car, hand in hand. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he is. You wait until he climbs into the truck and grab the AUX to play songs for the drive. It's like you've gone on dates like this a million times before. There's no awkwardness, no tension.

Before he starts driving off, he looks in your direction. He's shamelessly taking you in, looking up and down. His smile's somehow brighter now.

“You look gorgeous, amor,” he says, sounding like a kid in a candy store.

“Mhm, tell me something I don't know,” you respond, and he laughs.

“Okay. You have me until tomorrow morning. Carla has volunteered her services tonight. Said I looked too repressed,” he reveals, turning his key in the ignition and driving off.

“Oh, yeah. That's what I like to hear,” you nod in approval and play a song you're pretty sure you'll both like.

The drive's about 20 minutes. The place he chose is gorgeous, and a lot more expensive than either of you can afford on a firefighter's salary. He walks in like he owns the place anyway, and as you're seated he doesn't exactly seem anxious to see the bill at the end.

You both order glasses of wine, which you try your best not to chug for courage. You find out how completely unnecessary that would be, though, as the night goes on. There's so much to talk about, despite seeing each other for 24 hours every other day at work, and talking on the phone in all of your free time. His hand holds yours on top of the table, as he tells you a story about Christopher and his abuela over the weekend. He invites you over for halloween next week, and the implications of it make your head dizzy.

“I want you to meet Christopher. He's very observant for a 7-year-old, and might've hinted at knowing something about...Y'know.”

You nod, “Yeah. I don't mind. He seems like a very bright kid.”

That sends Eddie off on a tangent about how smart Christopher is. You listen to every word. This kid is part of Eddie, his entire world. You have no problem getting to know him, love him, too. But it's making you feel a little trapped. It's been very clear, how serious this thing is getting. Meeting his kid is a different level of serious, though. You have an entire week to unpack all of that, at any rate, so you don't let it ruin the date.

After the wine and food, comes a martini for you and an old fashioned for him. The conversation's slowly devolving into loud jokes and light touches exchanged over the table. You can both feel a few pairs of eyes staring at you, judging how loud you're being.

You lean over the table and whisper, “Maybe we should leave. We're kind of embarrassing ourselves.”

He laughs at you, “I think you mean you're embarrassing yourself. I find it cute.”

Your eyebrows are raised. You grab the olive off of your martini, eating it and throwing the toothpick at him. You both fall into a fit of laughter, and decide that's your cue to ask for the check.

On the drive to your place, you play some music again and sit back. You eventually decide to take off your shoes and put your feet up on the dashboard.

“Oh, no. No,” Eddie says, in a voice you're sure is reserved for reprimanding his son whenever he's done something wrong.

Your mouth falls open, “You can't be serious.”

You look around his truck. It certainly isn't the cleanest car you've ever been in. Not even close. You look back to him with an expression that says, 'really?'

At the red light, he grabs your legs off of the dashboard, pulling them into his lap. He pats your thigh twice, still staring ahead at the road. You laugh at how theatrical he's being.

“You can keep those here,” he tells you.

You shake your head, trying to shake off how dizzy he's making you feel. A few songs later, you end up at your doorstep. He gently puts down your legs, and climbs out of the car. He runs to the other side, opening the door up for you. You take a moment to put your shoes back on, and let him take your hand to help you out of the truck.

He walks you up to your front porch, still holding onto your hand. He plays with your fingers, looking a little nervous about what he's about to say. You look at him curiously. Ah. He's trying to figure out how to come inside.

“You can,” you say.

He looks up from your intertwined fingers with a frown.

“Come inside. Stay the night,” you clarify.

You hold onto his hand tighter, “But… We probably shouldn't have sex.”

You regret it the moment the words leave of your mouth. Damn the logical part of your brain. God knows you want nothing more than to jump his bones right now. Recreate exactly what happened a while ago. He looks just as disappointed, if not more.

“Not that I don't want to. You have no idea how much I want to,” you say, and it makes him smile.

You lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek before proceeding, “But I think we kind of jumped the gun with that whole thing. So maybe we should wait before doing it again. Plus, they say waiting makes infinitely better.

You pause for moment, “Not that you'd know anything about that.”

His hand moves to rest on your neck, and he pulls you in for a kiss that leaves you breathless for a moment, “I think you'll find I'm very patient. It's you I'm worried about.”

You shake your head. It's you you're worried about too, but you have to stand your ground now. You turn around to open up the door, fishing for your keys in your bag. His hands come to rest on your waist from behind.

“Me? Nope, I'll be just fine,” you finally find your keys and open up the door, walking inside.

You take your shoes off at the door and instruct him to do the same. Then, you're pulling his hand and dragging him towards the couch. You both sit there for a moment in quiet contemplation.

You're absolutely not just fine.

You pull him in for another kiss. It's messy, and a little desperate this time. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and trying to bring his face closer, somehow. His hands are on your lower back, itching to go a little further down.

You lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of you. Wow, this is very familiar. His hand dips lower, grabbing a handful of your ass, and massaging it between his thumb and the rest of his fingers.

You make a noise of protest in the back of your throat, and he pulls away immediately. You take a moment to reorient yourself.

“It's just kissing,” you reason, and he nods quickly.

His lips meet yours again, and you sigh in delight.

It happens so suddenly, and a moment later, he's kissing down your jaw to your neck. You'd almost forgotten how good of a kisser he is. A specific peck on the side of your throat makes you keen. The sound of it makes him groan, and it’s absolutely heavenly.

Thank you, God. Nope. Thank you, Carla.

You let yourself indulge for a few minutes, and then you pull him back up by his hair. He makes a sound that makes this all much harder for you. You’re trying your hardest not to lose your sanity, and him looking so fucked out isn’t helping in the slightest. You run your fingers through his hair, the gel that kept it in place now long gone, and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“We're stopping. Because I'm not sure I have any more self control,” you confess.

He nods and makes to sit up, pulling you with him.

“Yeah, I told you,” he teases.

He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. You smile at that, and you can't even bother pretending to be mad at his teasing.

He kisses the back of your hand, “I know you aren't supposed to say this stuff so early, but I think you're very easy to fall in love with. And I am.”

Your eyes widen at that. You look for any doubt in his eyes. There is none. He's being completely genuine. It scares you a little, but his eyes are very comforting.

“Wow.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand, “You don't have to say anything back.”

You nod, trying to convey how fondly you feel for him with your eyes. He pulls you into his chest, laying back onto the couch. He rests your intertwined hands where his heart's supposed to be.

In this position, you talk for hours. He tells you about his parents, his time in the army, his insecurities. You tell him about how hard you worked to get your job at the 118, how badly you wanted it. You confide in him about past relationships and misery. You hold his hand a little tighter when he gets too choked up to talk, and he does the same for you. Eventually, the conversation dies down and you enjoy each other's company in silence.

You don't mind what he said earlier, and that scares you even more. The fact that you had to restrain yourself from saying the same back definitely isn't helping either.

You time every one of your exhales and inhales to match the rise and fall of his chest. As you fall asleep, you can feel him kiss your hair. It's a miracle you're so tired, because you might've told him you're in love with him too in that moment. Instead, you fall asleep right there, the words dying on your lips.

A/N: honestly, this timeline logic is kinda slipping away from me, but this is supposed to be canon compliant (to an extent) so it should make more sense as we go on! also, i have no energy to beta any of this so have it as it is, flaws n all!

[stickyspeckledlight]

Yandere!Caleb Thought (well, more like it’s just Caleb because he’s literally a canon yan rofl)

Tags: Kidnapping, imprisonment, hey sir I promise I am cool too you can lock me up if you want—

Note: A drabble for the man. Guess who’s been really into LADS lately…all of the guys are like, cringey and silly but in a hot way y’know, but Caleb is the hottest bc now he’s given me my dream of seeing like, a high production yandere, also his VA could read me the entire Bible and I wouldn’t be bored.

Also LADS cock blocked me from progessing the first part of the story bc of hunter rank so I ended up playing Caleb and sylus’ chapter without all that context, hehe…so maybe something I write here will be completely wrong later when I read thru the story proper

“What’s that you’re lookin’ at, pipsqueak?”

To your chagrin, you let out a squeak befitting the nickname as you’re pulled flush against his chest. He softly chuckles, finding your hand and intertwining it with his own. His other arm is secure around your waist, deceptively ironclad.

“C-Caleb,” you stammer, “I thought you were still—still working.”

“Got off early,” he dismisses. You’re almost annoyed by how casually he says it, and perhaps a bit concerned about the workings of the Fleet’s leadership qualifications.

Or. Or it wasn’t a coincidence?

If it wasn’t, you can’t tell from how Caleb’s currently acting. Right now he’s just being…well, Caleb. Not “your” Caleb, but “Caleb, Colonel of Farspace Fleet.”

Colonel “Caleb” is a deceptive creature. When it’s just the two of you, he’s one-for-one “your” Caleb. It’s all playful teases, genuine care, and bribes of braised chicken wings.

But Colonel “Caleb” does other things, too. His touch sears, pulsating with heat even after he’s long gone. His words dance and play, but at the drop of a hat—at any mention that you could be any better off without him; at least, whenever he thinks you imply it—they fan over your skin like hail, and it’s like you’re tied to a chair for interrogation. And his eyes…

You might just hate this eyes the most. They’re the perfect essence of Colonel “Caleb,” to you. Because it always seems like no matter what, even when he started to grow taller and taller, start to gather bulk, start to become a man, his eyes always stayed the same. There were also warm, soft, and rounded with a seemingly infinite supply of adoration. Always, always, always.

But there’s more the Colonel “Caleb’s” eyes than that. Of course there is.

Sometimes, when they look at you, you gulp at the vast emptiness in them. You freeze at the looks of intense, nearly rabid hunger. You nearly cry, even, when they look at you with sorrow like an iceberg; because you swear, every time you see it, that it edges closer and closer, that every time, the water recedes more and more, and you know just how deep Colonel “Caleb’s” agony goes. It’s almost enough to make you treat him like “your” Caleb.

But sorrow doesn’t exist in isolation. Sorrow, the stubborn thing, exists in harmony with other things, too. It exists within every faucet of emotion and thought, in fact. So for as much as you see that deep, deep sorrow, you also see just how deep everything else his. How endless his hunger is, and how much he truly, truly, truly doesn’t know; doesn’t know what to do, without you.

“The Colonel’s blowing off work, just like that? What sort of work culture does the Fleet pride itself on?” You hope he doesn’t feel your heart beat; or you hope he can excuse it for something…more agreeable, in his mind. Something you don’t want to really confront for yourself.

“Backstabbing, maggot-calling, endless laps and drills, and bland food,” Caleb says breezily. Falling into an old, familiar rythem of mutual poking and prodding. Pretending that this isn’t anything but normal.

“Sounds awful. Maybe you should get a vacation before they work you to the bone.”

“Is that worry I hear?” You can hear the grin in his voice, “Or is someone missing their personal chef?”

…But damnit. Because in the face of Colonel “Caleb,” you always want to go back to “your” Caleb. Want to go back to life with “your” Caleb, and pretend none of…this, ever happened at all.

“I can cook on my own, you know,” you pout, turning around to face him, face full of mirth, “I’m not as short sighted or greedy as you treat me as.”

“Caleb” cocks his head to the side, like a little, innocent puppy, “What’s wrong with that? I’ve never complained before, and I’m certainly not going to start to,” his smile softens, and he leans down to ruffle your hair, letting go of your hand, “And that’d make me a bit of a hypocrite, no?”

“…” you scan his smiling face, and frown. Your chest twinges.

He still smiles. It grows tighter, but still, he smiles at you endlessly.

“Hey,” he softly says, “Are you worried I won’t keep my promise?”

“…No,” you truthfully say, “You’ve never broken your promises.”

“That’s right,” he says, warm and soft, “So why do you keep testing them like this? Test me like this?” He taps the window and leans in, forcing your back to it.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What are you talking about?”

His smile finally drops at that, but it’s just…it’s just…“your” Caleb’s face. He only raises an eyebrow, frowning at you like he would whenever you’d do something stupid and inevitably get hurt doing it.

Suddenly, an object thuds against the window sill. You look down and freeze, terrified of the bag threatening to be crushed by his Evol.

He frowns with a hardened glare, “Of course I’d notice you packing all these things, trying to leave me. Do you really think I don’t care about you enough to notice what you do?”

You jump, “Caleb—”

Your wrist is seized, “Even after all of this, you’re still trying to leave me?” He almost wheezes, like a pained animal, and you can almost believe that when he looks at you, you look at “your” Caleb, inextricably hurt.

Your lips draw into a thin line, “You can’t just—just keep me locked up like this, forever—”

“And I won’t,” he breathes. But his breathing starts to grow erratic, “I promised you that I wouldn’t. I promised you that we’d go outside this weekend; I’ve promised you that I’ll build you the most beautiful home you’ve ever seen; I’ve promised to you that I’d rid the world of any storms that’d get in your way—” his breath shudders, and he heaves like a starving man, “I’ll always stay by your side, [Name]. You know I don’t break my promises, so why? Why do you keep trying to make me break them?”

In this desperation, you both are practically flush against the window, and each other. Colonel “Caleb” looks like he might just cry, and maybe it’s because he still looks so much like “your” Caleb now, but you almost want to cry with him too.

But this isn’t “your” Caleb.

“I don’t think you need to lock me up to keep your promises,” you hiss, “And…and “my” Caleb made those promises, not the Colonel in front of me!”

“This? Again?” His mouth twitches, and a wide, open mouth smile of mania spreads, “How many times do I need to tell you? I’ve always been like this. I’ve told you about the cat, I’ve told you about the attic, and now I’ve done this—just when are you going to get this through your thick skull?”

. . .

(He’s right, but you don’t want to believe it. You can’t believe it.)

You must not say anything, because in the next moment, you can feel your body crash into the couch. “Caleb’s” Evol keeps you trapped in the soft cushions, and he lays on top of you, resting his head over your heart.

“You know…I did say I didn’t mind you being greedy,” he sighs, in someplace between content and sorrow, “And that’s true. If your hunger is a bottomless pit, I’ll still do anything to satiate it. I’ll let you devour and devour anything and everything endlessly, for the rest of your life. Whether you want to live quietly in the country, simply back in Bloomberg, or have the whole world at your feet…I’ll give it to you, like I’ve always done.”

His head lifts to meet your eyes. Your mouth is a twitching, bitter line, as you fight to hold back tears. You shake your head at whatever he wants to say; you don’t want to hear it.

But Colonel “Caleb” is a selfish, selfish, selfish beast.

“Anything, and I mean anything, is yours,” he promises, “But only when I’m by your side. And if you don’t want me by your side…” a sardonic smile alights on his face, “Well, I’ll just have to keep you right by my side,” he says like it’s a tease, says like he’s “your” Caleb, and not the stranger known as “Caleb.” “Safe, sound…and happy, even if it’ll take time. Even if it might take a long, long time.”

Your mouth finally stops twitching, etched into a frown, and agony jolts throughout your body as Caleb comforts your tears and sorrows.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 165 spoilers and thoughts below the cut that im not terribly late on this time yippee!

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what if i went up to you and stared at you like this

HAHAHAHAHAAA I LOVE THIS PANEL SO SO MUCH

ive been sending this on like all my socmeds and to all my mutuals/irls. im tormenting them with it it's just so fucking cute and silly . puppy dog eyes javier. pleading emoji. he's just so fucking silly ALKJDFLSDKF HELL I MADE IT MY DISCORD PFP ITS SO GOOFY I LOVE IT SM HAHAHA CUTE CUTE CUTE

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

silly panels aside back to the top!

lloyd. stop hurting me oh god he looks so tired and gaunt and,,, lifeless. it HURTS seeing him like this, the life he once had just,,, stripped from him.

LIKE I WANTED TO SEE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND MESSY BUT NOT LIKE THIS BRUH WHAT THE HELL SOB SOB SOB

the invitation oh my god. its so silly goofy but also so so personal its cute as hell its stupid looking but in the most affectionate way possible. the people of the estate really REALLY care about him and god idek if lloyd realizes that bc literally just after this, he apologizes to everyone for not being able to things for them anymore

not even able to get back up to get back to the bed GOD I FEEL SICK

but it doesnt matter anymore whether or not lloyd can still protect them, the estate has come to care for him so much , its not his protection they want they just fucking love him and he doesnt realize that i feel so fucking ill. lloyd i need you to open your eyes and look at this beautiful land, this beautiful home you've built with your own two hands. ITS NOT OVER YET PLEASE GOD ITS NOT OVER

and then lloyd without second thought chooses javier to live. because he really thinks hes just an extra getting in the way, a burden, a bug that shouldnt be there. so he thinks its fine if he, as a side character, is the one that dies SOMEONE PUNCH ME.

he looks so fucking SMALL. alone and in the dark IM GONNA EXPLODE INTO TEN BILLION PIECES. who wrote this fuckass program. SWEAR TO GOD IM COMIN DOWN TO FIX IT MYSELF GOD DAMMIT

AND THEN THE SYSTEM TEXTBOX COMING IN IM SO GRATEFUL PLEASE HELP HIM SOB SOB SOB

im super duper heartwarmed to see that whoever is running the blue textbox is on suho's side. it has never been impartial, huh,,, it just wants to see his wish come true. ooogh my heart.

lloyd looks,,, strangely peaceful here. is he like, paused rn? im not really sure what the system box is up to, but hopefully thisll delay anything from happening while javier is concocting his plan,,,

speaking of!

FATE KICKING IN LIKE TEN TIMES WORSE IS SO DAMN SCARY. THE MULTIPLE GIGATITANS OH GODDD im so fucking terrified. javier please hurry!!! he looks rlly cool on draggy here hehe

I THINK JAVIER AND ALICIAS EXCHANGE TOO IS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. alicia, upon only seeing javier, immediately is suspicious of lloyd scheming something. she thinks the two of them are plotting again, hence the "what are you up to".

the problem is that it's just javier on this plan. there is no lloyd directing him, so javiers reaction is SO silly fun bc i. dont think he thinks of himself as being. scheming?? bc he seems SO confused at alicia's skepticism here HADLFKJSDLFKJ ITS SO FUNNY

I REALLY THINK JAVIER WAS GENUINELY A LITTLE CONFUSED AS TO WHY ALICIA WAS QUESTIONING HIM PLEAAASEEE

i think javier believes he's just going about business as usual. doing what he can to protect his lord, as he does, all the time, the usual. sure that involves getting an angel to ask the queen for the eye of summer, but that's certainly not plotting on the same scale that lloyd does. javier isnt a schemer. he just does whats necessary to protect the one he cares about the most. hence his goofy innocent puppy eyes, because its not like hes "up" to anything. idk how accurate this assessment is, so pls correct me if im wrong, but I LOVE IT A LOT HES JUST SO FUCKING DEDICATED I LOVE U JAVIER MVP!!!!!

and then raphie shows up yay!! EXCEPT HELP WHY DID HE GET SUCKED BACK IMMEDIATELY WHAT THE HELL he was so underprepared. poor guy. getting thrown around like this sob sob

ALICIA ASKING IF THIS IS SMTH JAVIER KNEW ABT OR IF THEY WERE PLANNING SOMETHING AND THEN JAVIER BEING GENUINELY FUCKING SHOCKED HELP MEEEE "maybe its not a prank...?" LMFAOOOOO

i mentioned this in the last ep post but like. again javier wears his heart on his sleeve he's so fucking protagonist its unreal. hell, not even on his sleeve, he has his heart out on his damn palm sob sob

i think he's shocked here bc he didnt expect raphaels call to play out like that, he prolly thought theyd issue it more seriously. the issue with this being so half-hearted is now alicia isnt absolutely certain that this is the will of the heavens, so she's less inclined to follow along. it doesnt help that her board of nobles (seriously why does she keep these bozos around they just keep yapping) are arguing back and forth abt whether or not to listen. this is kind of a little wrench in the smoothness of the plan... everything now hinges on alicia's whim now.

anyway two more panels javier being menacing/blunt as hell and alicia thinking on her throne,,, god they are so fucking. awesome i love them so much

anyway that is ALL! for this week! the episode felt a little bit slow to be honest, but i think that's because the events of this ep are little things that build up to whats next, so i dont mind it at all (especially since the last couple of eps have been super fast lately)! i really really enjoy this buildup and im super excited to see what happens next,,,

see yall next week! lloyd please be okay! or ill cry! like for real!

[sircantus]

OOOOO the dark sbi one sounds fun! Are there any other wips that is dark sbi?

Anyways I am VERY interested in Yoink the identity one please do share🙏

Funny you say that bc yoink the identity is also a dark sbi au!! Kinda. Its actually just more of a horror au if anything (but also yeah a couple of the aus there have got dark elements i cant remember which tho my memory of them only activates when i focus on one)

anyhow that wip is about a shapeshifter au in which wilbur and Phil are supposed to have their weekly dinner night together, but then Wil gets a call with Phil panicking and screaming on the other end, telling him to rush over to his apartment. Wilbur goes over thinking something horrible happened, but when he gets there Phil has no idea what Wil is talking about with the phone call and he seems entirely fine.

They kinda go on with their dinner night but Phil keeps really odd, not quite getting details in the conversation right, seeming lost in his own house, ect. Wilbur ends up hearing a weird noise and sneaks off to investigate to find actual Phil locked in a closet.

To where he then realizes he was not talking with the real Phil and something is seriously fucked up here. They both sneak around the apartment trying to avoid the not Phil thing, who realizes actual Phil got out and starts to try to lure them out by mimicking their voices (it keeps calling for Phil in wilburs voice, “Phil? Phil, whered you go?” And then it switches to Phils voice screaming for help, which makes Wilbur just keep looking at real Phil desperately trying to reassure himself the noise isnt real)

They end up escaping the apartment and calling Techno, their mutual buddy, for help, but then the shapeshifter starts following them outside and they’re running across the empty streets in the middle of the night to try and lose it. Techno eventually finds them and nearly runs them over, and then proceeds to try purposely running the shapeshifter over upon seeing it come around the corner, looking like Phil but with everything about him seeming just Wrong. (Eyes glinting too hard, his walk stumbling too much, the voice from his mouth still being Wilburs-) so sbi is in the car now. Techno hits the thing with his car. They check to see if they killed it, and they watch as the shapeshifter tries to then turn into a kid, but still clinging onto Phils features, so then it just looks like a kid version of Phil (tommy!! Yays)

Its then crying about getting hit with a car and mimicking all their voices interchangeably to ask for help, and Techno is about to get back in the car to run it over a second time!! Only for Phil to stop him bc he wants to know what the heck the shapeshifter is even trying to do. Here is where i lose the plot a bit but i think from there on it would be cool for the three of them to argue amongst themselves over if they should be pitying a monster thing, not noticing Tommy getting closer until he’s right next to them and he’s taken Technos form and voice to try and join their conversation. This somehow results in them realizing he’s really not that harmful. Family dynamics

The thing is “Tommy” is meant to be a very naive type of shapeshifter who doesnt really have a grasp on humans, and he took Phils place first bc he heard about the dinner and he wanted to meet Wil. And then he sees Techno and how Phil and Wilbur talk with him and thats why he turns into a Techno. He also turns young when hes hurt bc he recognizes that humans treat their young gently. Its a neat concept! Alas its also a wip. I have no idea where the family dynamics will form but by god theyre gonna be somewhere

Also its called yoink the identity bc obviously tommy shapeshifter took phils place for a second there haha

[nightmyst14-blog]

Just going to throw this out here. Excuse me mutuals, going on a rant.

The people who keep saying "Oh why are we just getting female legendaries, why don't have any male legendaries-"

YALL ARE RUINING THE FUN.

We have 18 legendaries.

15 in Ovenbreak

And 3 in Kingdom (sea fairy and Moonlight don't count bc theyre from Ovenbreak)

6 female, 4 males, and the rest all ENBY

I will not tolerate NB slander on my dash either, my acc is a safe space for everyone.

you have PLENTY to choose from to get silly about. If you don't like one, go to another that you like

CAN WE NOT ENJOY THE FACT THEY"RE SWITCHING UP THE FORMULA AND GAVE US A FREE LEGENDARY???

FREE.

THAT"S SOMETHING WE NEVER SEEN BEFORE.

Stormbringer is COOL. Cool design, cool weapon, cool elemental typing, like cmon guys,

Also those who say "But yeah, but DEVSIS wont give use the ones we want.

WE"LL GET THEM WHEN WE GET THEM.

They obviously have something planned from based on the sherbet story when he came out. A story like this takes time, jeez y'all.

ALSO

When y'all mentioning the male legendaries, WHY ARE YALL ONLY MENTIONING THESE THREE??

WHEN YOU ALL SEEM TO FORGOT HE EXISTS????

MY BOI, XYLITOL NOVA COOKIE.

ITS STATED IN HIS TRIVIA.

Yall keep acting like he doesnt exist. He's a male legendary with just as much importance as the others. I will not tolerate such disrespect to my fav space boi.

EITHER WAY!!

CAN YALL PLEASE SHUT UP AND ENJOY THE NICE THINGS WE GOT SO FAR?? WE HAVE OTHER THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT.

I don't care what y'all got to say. If you got something rude to say to me about this, I don't care.

[koiiiji]

Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem gyaru s/o? I would specifically like Vinny you can chose any other character if you want :)

author note : OMG!! I searched some photos in pinterest, like inspiration for gyaru, and wooow!! i will definitely take some details into my style bc its sooo beautiful… i genuinely thought (idk why honestly) that gyaru is more like pink barbie in 80-90s style but it looks so cool i can’t!! sorry for such long reply, and we r mutuals so i feel even more ashamed :(( i tried with more characters but give up and done just these two!! hope you will like it💋🎗️

warning : pure fluff, vinny being softie and shelly cutie as always

vinny - he definitely have 0 idea about all fashion trends, styles and different subcultures aside from street racing… so he genuinely don’t give a fuck about your style, he crushing into person, not a pieces of clothes you wear, but once your dialogue went in all different direction, you explain him what your style specifically is and what inspired you to join this subculture, he take note in his head that as soon as he will earn more money he will buy you as many new clothes and other items as you wish.

it was one of your first dates, you were sitting together in some random cafe that you found on the way from the second-hand store to which you dragged Vinny to find new elements for your outfits.

“so… was it really necessary to spend solid 2 hours in that shop to find just few pair of shorts, skirts and belts?…” he began hesitantly, doubting whether it was worth bringing up the subject. do girls get angry if you ask them why spend so much time in the shops? should he change the subject of conversation? or maybe you want to discuss this trip to the store? it seemed that now Vinny’s brains would just explode, before you he had not had to communicate so long and closely with girls. when you looked up at him, it seemed to him that his heart skipped a couple of beats - your eyes literally sparkled with joy and fun.

"of course it was!! if you want to find really unique things, then there is no place better than a second-hand store! of course, you need to try to find something really worthwhile, but when you find that very thing.." you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut, smiling so sweetly and swaying back and forth with impatience

"...oh right, let's go at my place today!!! i'll show you why we spent so much time there, these shorts and skirts will just go perfectly..." Vinny continued to listen as you happily chirped about your ideas of what to wear new things with, and it seems you also mentioned new places where you wanted to take photos together with him, and much more. at that moment, Vinny didn’t cared about anything as much as your smile. you were so sincere with him, you smiled so brightly, just like a little star in his hands, and he suddenly remembered that pleasant, soft and warm sensation in his chest, just like in rare moments from childhood. your touch pulled him out of his own thoughts as you gently shook his hand, looking questioningly into his eyes.

"didn't you listen to what i was saying?" you squinted suspiciously. "wh... what?.. no, i heard everything.."

laughing in response, you pulled him towards the exit of the cafe, in direction to your house. at that moment, it seemed to Vinny that there were no problems around, and he was finally felt like ordinary schoolboy. yes, you were the one who helped him still stay sane. you were his own little star.

shelly - 100% fashion intusiast so she highlighted your style immediately, and liked it!! as i mentioned before, she definitely would post tiktoks/insta stories with you, admiring how cool and beautiful her girlfriend is.

“hey, let’s go shopping together after school? how about finding some new stuff?” shelly said excitedly, coming up from behind and hugging you. it was the last day before weekends starts, so after school you could relax and go shopping in search of new things, maybe you will be lucky enough today and you will find some cool archive things from 2000s.

"oh my god, look at this!!" Shelly squealed in delight as she ran up to you. in her hands was Vivienne Westwood's archive white handbag, with silver chains as handles and with a distinctive badge. it needed a little repair, but for the price that was offered for this handbag, it was worth it!!

"Shelly is so cute, how did you find it?!" you exclaimed joyfully, picking up the bag from her hands and examining it from all sides. today it was a really cool piece, and after picking up a pair of pumpons and key chains for a bag, you headed to Shelly's house, deciding to celebrate this purchase with a sleepover at her house, her grandfather wasn’t at home, and he anyway liked when you two hang out together.

"what do you think about ordering something to eat and putting on makeup together? we can shoot something in tiktok! oh! or let's film unpacking for this baby, what do you say?" you asked her excitedly, as you remembered that Shelly always wanted to try your makeup style and clothes you usually wear. and she was so pleased that you remembered such little things that she mentioned once quite a long time ago, and they were deposited in your head. hugging you tightly around the neck and whispering a quiet thank you, Shelly took you by the arm and headed for her home, excitedly offering you ideas for posing and which sound you should choose for your tiktoks.

[xxknockoutxx]

HEAIUSUEYSHEHDHDY!! I’m here to put on a request.. ITS KIND OF LONG BUT PLS BEAR WITH ME

childhood best friend isagi x reader who’s so good at football they got into blue lock purely on SKILL!!(the only girl in blue lock).

Past w them: basically reader has heterochromia (where you have two different eye colors) and basically they got bullied HARD (i’m talking korean bullying hard) for it. But one day during PE class, (they are 6-7 years old here) they were playing football, right? Isagi and reader were on opposite teams (they aren’t friends js yet) and isagi thinks reader is totally cool for how good they are at soccer and tried to befriend them!! (Which is the nicest thing someone had EVER done to reader since even their parents look at them like they’re monsters) so reader is kind of like “hey.. this guy isn’t disgusted by me..?” Ect ext time passes they become besties and mutual pining happens!!

ALSO READER IS VERY OUT-GOING😋 I’m talking more than bachira and shidou combined..

So basically I’d love it if u made a fic regarding this concept and its about childhood bsf isagi and reader meeting again in blue lock and everyone is like “..you two know each other?”

(ALSO READER TOTALLY MATCHES SHIDOU’S FREAK JS TO LET U KNOW😋)

so Ik that this is lowk becoming oc-like but PLS make reader’s description have like one part of her hair cover the other half of her face (specifically her eyes)

Isagi x reader

Hey??? Another person after 50 years? Thanks for the request is it alright if I call you K1o? I love this character by the way. (≡^∇^≡)

Note: RAHH RAHHB THIS TOOK MONTHS BC I'M LAZY MY BAD I'M SO SORRY FOR THE RUSHED ENDING I HAD NO MOTIVATION AND I FELT BAD SEEING THIS IN DRAFTS

For as long as you could remember your imperfections shined brighter than your feats. You parents were just as unforgiving. "Why did you have to be born with that look on your face" "Why couldn't you just be good at drawing, or singing, or as pretty as the rest of the girls?" It didn't even matter that you won championship metal for winning against all the schools in your cluster.

It was all alright tho, cuz nothing made you feel more alive than making kids cry over soccer. The bell rang about 15 minutes ago but you were still focused on getting ready. You heard that some more people were joining soccer practice at you elementary school and that made you excited!

As you walked into the field a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces met your eye except one teammate that waved kindly at you and toks you to hurry before the game started. Once you were ready you stepped oh the field with a feeling of unease. There was never THAT many kids that come to soccer and some of them look pretty good.

It rattled your nerves but in a good way you were still confident in your abilities. After all, soccer is your safe Haven. As the matched started it went just as you expected you absolutely annihilated the other team. Panting and coughs filled the field with a mix of cheer from your team.

That wasn't just it though you had a little admirer. A cute little boy with full cheeks, blue eyes and navy hair. He seemed so focused, so starstruck, so in awe. He stared at you as if you were of the stars shinning in the sky. The moment you noticed him staring, you were going to talk to him before a ball came full force at your head, causing you to lose balance and fall on the floor.

The impact caused your hair scatter, revealing your two-toned eyes filled with tears staring back at the direction the ball was thrown at.

"Your eyes are so weird! Why are they like that it makes you look like a total freak!"

That comment made you come to realization that your hair was shifted. Your hands trembled as you tried to put the hair back in place without getting another ball thrown at you.

The light shinning in your eye was blocked by a silhouette, the silhouette of the boy.

"Hey are you okay? Those guys are total jerks. Are you bleeding?" He quickly cupped your cheek for moment and analyzed your face.

"Can I... Move this?" He placed a delicate hand over your bang. You slapped his hand away out of fear of judgement but he just looked at you even nicer. He was calm and and gentle.

"I won't judge you I promise I just need to check if you're hurt. Pinky promise." The boy held up his pinky finger and smiled at you. It was an act so small but so impactful it warmed your soul to see someone be so delicant with you.

"Promise?" "Promise." He moved the hair out of your face and saw a light red outline from where the ball hut around the eye. "That's not good you must get hurting a lot! Lets get you to the nurse. She'll know what to do!"

The boy stood up and stuck out his hand. "My name's Isagi by the way. I love the way you play soccer!" you tucked your head down and kept you gaze low. "Thanks, I'm y/n, the most popular target and best player in this school." You lifted your head slightly and smiled as you took his hand.

"Eww!! Isagi-chan is dating two-face!" Your face blew up red and you were about to say something until Isagi snapped.

"SHUT UP!" The field was silent and nobody said anything they just looked in shock and some in fear. "You guys are mean and stupid for saying this stuff to Y/N i'm gonna tell the teacher you know!?"

There was something so cute and funny about hearing him be so serious and angry while threatening to tell the teacher on some bullies.

It was moments like that, that got you through life and now you're standing here outside this supposed rare and important meeting about soccer you were so excited you could feel the sweat build up on your hand.

When you entered the facility for the first time with the other 200+ applicants you were surrounded by another crowd of unfamiliar faces. This time it was a smaller group of people, a group of people who would become team V.

Eventually it came time for you to go up against the infamous team Z. They were the lowest of the low so why should you care? You noticed your teammates getting ready and began to head over to them. You nudged your teammates before resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yo ready to blow these motherfuckers into the ground?" You asked with a grin.

Reo and Nagi turned to face you and you were greeted with a grin from the purple devil.

"Yeah, it's gonna be easy crushing them in soccer with Nagi."

You nodded your head before forming a Mischevious grin before light tapping his shoulder and saying instantly.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that >:3"

Silence, damn silence. Before Reo let out a little giggle and walks his team out on the field. You were that smirk with pride as you entered the vacant field.

"Damn, guess they didn't show up toda—"

As the giant metals from across the arena open Team Z makes their way onto the field, getting situated and put in their spots. You could sense a joke coming and you took that chance. "Pshh I think I can take all of them at once" you said egotistically.

"I don't know, seems like a hassle to me, I mean look—"

Once again your smirk disappears into a confused face. "OH I ain't talking bout no soccer >:3"

Crickets. Silence.

Thankfully it was interrupted by the whistle that sounded the match to start. The entire game was filled with great action and excitement but as a whole it was pretty boring. Nothing really striker your attention until you saw.

Navy hair, blue eyes, average height, same determined look... Isagi? Where have I heard that... Isagi, y... Isagi, Yochi? Yoich, YOICHI!

You ran across the field towards him in an instant and completely ignored the match that was slowly coming to an end. Your eyes locked with his and you grabbed his shoulder.

"What the..."

"HEY! ARE YOU YOICHI ISAGI? DID YOU GO TO (ELEMENTARY SCHOOL) ?"

"Uh yeah how did ya kn-"

The sound of the whistle that signaled the match to be over went off and the screen revealed the overall result you..... lost. You got distracted and they scored. You didn't care though all you cared about was finding out if this was your friend.

"Wait..." He turned his head and looked at you, "if you don't mind could you move your hair?"

You hesitated slightly before moving your hair, showing your two toned eyes. It all snapped form there.

"Y/N!?"

"YOICHI?"

You guys jumped at the sight of each other and the confirmation of your reunion. You guys exchanged a hug and a hearty laugh. One that attracted the attention of a good few people on the field but you didn't care, all that mattered was that you and him were reunited

[alt-wannabe]

MCSR Pokémon Teams

some explanations included but largely based on vibes alone

i got a bunch of suggestions from mutuals so if that’s you hiiiii thank you :3

(disclaimer i don’t know shit about competitive so these teams are nawt viable for that at all)

- i knew i wanted him to have an electric type and i landed on rotom for its various forms and versatility

- pangoro because i wanted him to have a fighting type and also bc of pandas in AA

- blastoise is a full soul read idk

- hatterene bc of the colors

- porygon z also for the colors and also bc it seemed fitting (this was a gigabrain lompleg suggestion everyone say thank you lompleg)

-deoxys speed form i feel is self explanatory

-ngl a good half of this team is straight vibe picks with no like REAL reasoning

- durant is silver in color everyone say wow

- gogoat as a callback to his skin w the horns

- the hair on the zoroark reminds me of how people draw his hair

- when i asked in chat he said his favorite pokémon was dragonair so he gets one

- flygon’s little eye things make me think of glasses

- shuckle

- a lot of people were of the consensus he should have a water type, i picked tentacruel largely bc the things on its head match flygon’s eyes ngl

- banette reminds me of phantom house of nightmares fulham for some reason

- british football playing pokémon from the british region

- similar to fulham and dragonair, fruit likes goomy so he gets a goomy

- iirc he had an event skin where he was a vile plume

- tinkaton gives me huge fruit energy that thing is a little deranged (in the best way possible)

- he’s associated with bats fairly often so he gets a crobat

- bellibolt’s goofy lil face reminded me of :]

- weavile is agile i don’t have that much more reasoning

- mr rime is here because i despise the pokémon mr mime

- and also gold suggested it would be funny as an alternative

- inteleon and metagross are both pure soul reads

- moots thought hisuian arcanine would be good to a.) give him a dog pokémon and b.) represent captain mime and i agree

- i’m gonna be so real the entirety of my reasoning behind sceptile is sometimes when mime gets snarky i basically imagine that’s his facial expression

- look at linoone’s color scheme and tell me i’m wrong

- couri likes milotic so he gets a milotic

- espeon and starmie are both purple and give off couriway energy to me

- shiny pidgeot can fly and is in couri colors!

- delphox is a reference to my mcsr d&d stuff where i made couri a wizard

- idk why sandslash i just like him

- shot-in-the-dark pick city, population: reignex

- i basically only have reasoning for 3 of these

- ursaluna is a bear

- emboar reminds me of piglins and hoglins in the nether

- low key toxtricity was a suggestion i was a fan of

- other than that i made choices based off gut feeling alone

- purple cat liepard yay

- mismagius makes me think of that super cool vio art of raddles as a necromancer

- gardevoir is pretty enough said

- hydreigon and toxapex were both purple and had fitting energy imo

- noibat reminds me of her blockwars purple phantoms skin

uhh that’s all i’ve got for now! maybe more later or if you have teams for people i didn’t come up with you should totally add them onto this post :3

[dippersguidetotheunexplained]

for me I really don't like fiddlestan because it feels like the "pair the spares" fandom thing. People ship Bill and Ford together so Stan and Fiddleford get paired together and it really annoys me. There is so much to infer about Fiddauthor from how Fiddleford acts around and treats Ford, but no people like Ford and that triangle so let's pair two characters who have never interacted before instead

yeah like i try not broadly hate on everyone who likes the ship bc ive had at least one or two mutuals who shipped it and were cool about it and to an extent i do think it can be fun to try to puzzle out how two characters who dont interact in canon much would interact in a sandbox as like a thought exercise thing almost (due 2 my roots as a femslash warrior) but yeah i really dont think thats whats happening here for the most part lol. it really does just seem like a lot of people are going about it by way of constructing a shipping chart in their minds and throwing them together when theyre left over after making billford an item without much mind to them as individual characters. i think i said this in a reply the other day but its also bizarre to see the logic play out in peoples heads sometimes like 'welll bill and ford are both hashtag toxic and selfish and Bad so they should be together while stan and fiddleford are both sweet pure innocent victims (of ford) so they should be together' & its like?? this is not a coherent character analysis anymore. these are just some other guys now

[lostinlovingrevery]

🔪🐝❄️

Lubbies!!! Hi!

I can't wait to hear about your adventures in seeing Hugh in a few months <3

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

LOOOOOL THIS IS A GOOD ONE

hmmmm well a lot of the time when I research its usually regards to logan lore, actual history, or like...trying to find better words to replace words I repeat a lot lmao.

I feel like there was a weirder one- but on the top of my head it was the fic about Logan unable to get a boner but reader sucks him off anyway- i did a lil research on how erectile dysfunction works- and if you can have an orgasm without a boner.

As it turns out...You can. Depending on the person, it can be just as strong as an average orgasm or it can be weaker- everyone's different. Interesting!

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

(is there a way to tag all my followers?????? no?)

@cruel-as-sin

I LOVE reading their reactions to fics, and how excited they get whenever I post my WIPS!!!!! I'm always looking forward to their reactions esp when I post anything naughty lol

We talk literally almost everyday, and they're just SO cool and so nice and they work so hard and make the best fics!!! Their sentence structure and their smut, and the way they write logan is just!!! *Chefs kiss*

I love our convos about logan and how down bad we are for him, but also it's nice to have another college student to complain about college with lol

@tezooks

I love their comments in regards to my smutty fics lmao

They're so active in the wolverine community and I love that! Super supportive, and absolute delight to talk too. Great humor as well!! We don't chat everyday but i consider them one of my bestie mutuals <3

@damimami1994

Dami is my personal cheerleader honestly. She's so gorgeous and inspiring !!!! She's listened to my messy ramblings of fic ideas and has helped me a lot in my writers block moments !!!

So so sweet, she makes me want to do better!

@trr3rr

Their smutty blurbs being dropped into my inbox gives me life. Also love the discussions they bring out about Logan!!!!

SUPER talented writer, like from everything to wordplay and creativity and all

@sidkneeeee

Lovely soul <3 been following me I think pretty much since I started posting fics??? I love her blog and the aesthetics, and her reblogs of my fics were what kept me going in the beginning!!! We don't talk a lot, but seems like such a chill yet full of the best vibes.

@rosenclaws

AAAAAAAAAAH Rose and her comments whenever I post something jsut gives me LIFE

I love how willing she is to chat with everyone, and the plots she comes up with!!!! the angst!! THE ANGST?1?!?1?1 ! comes up with the cutest ideas as well.

Shes so nice and I'm glad to have become friends with her!!!

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

oooooooh so this is tricky, bc I would love a plant! mutant reader x logan that's like a friends to lover style fic (but maybe slowburn, lots of tension and special moments and fluff) with a gooooood plot, something something like maybe supernatural related- or about conspiracy and corruption, or just a good ole mystery/thriller! and of course, some good ole fashion smut- bc we can't forget about the smut. and a protective logan. def need protective logan in there.

there's so many good writers on here, with their own talented voices!!! I could see it being wonderfully written by anyone yknow?? You can't make me choose!!!

[phantom-thieves-official]

love ur fic so far btw uuhh ryuji not wanting to drink because of everything that happened with his dad is just so good i’ve always been of the same hc… the extra layer of how often he’s portrayed as not wanting to be like him. is so afraid to. is afraid it’ll affect him in the same way. it’s so perfect. i absolutely think he tries not to make a big deal about it, just says he’s not interested. isn’t huge on the people close to him doing it, but supports them when they need help or rest because of it anyway. hough. my boy

OMG HIII I agree 100% that he's not like a huge fan of others doing it but he's never gonna give anyone grief over it, he's just not gonna partake himself. And he 100% would be willing to be the designated sober one helping his drunk friends out bc he's a helper by nature!! He wouldn't knowingly let them overdo it, or set his inebriated pals loose on the subway to find their own way home. He's too nice to do that sorta thing. Bottom line is even if doesn't like the whole drinking thing, he cares about his friends' wellbeing enough that he'd be understanding and willing to be the responsible sober one for them if they did get drunk. Bare minimum he'd be making sure everyone got home safe.

In an ideal world, as he heals from the abuse and trauma around his dad, maybe he'll work up to trying it one day in an environment he feels comfortable in w people he trusts... One day in the future when he's really internalized the fact that he's not like his dad, maybe... Even then I don't see it being something he does often. But I think it'd be nice if he eventually works up to it; is eventually able to fully, 100% know he's not his dad and, feeling safe with his friends around, and is able to squash the fears about his dad and try it. Something about the healing of finally knowing and accepting he's really not gonna turn into his dad + the found family safeness of being with his friends and feeling able to do this thing that scares him. It's sweet.

I'm considering adding a scene in the fic where joker goes to meet ohya as part of her confidant and does end up drinking, and he (or ohya, or lala) calls Ryuji to help take care of him. I think it would be an interesting way to further explore Ryuji's relationship w alcohol and his trauma AND a little drunken intimacy between bros couldn't hurt the slow burn thing. I haven't committed to it bc it seems out of character for joker, though. Although joker isn't exactly straight-laced like makoto, so maybe? We'll see how it works out I suppose.

Anywayyys I'm having a very good time writing the fic, I love exploring characterization for Ryuji. Truly the character of all time (also very flattered you're reading it. My cool mutual whose art I love,, reading my fic,,, 🥺 )

[demi-tri]

Brooklyn from OG?

HI SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WAS KINDA BUSY AND DIDN'T FEEL LIKE DOING THIS BUT HERE I AM NOW

Also funny how I'm doing 2 Zeus inspired bey owners in a row lmao

General opinion: My least favorite out of the 3 Bakuten Shoot final bosses but that's honestly only bc I got attached to Yuriy and Zeo more, Brooklyn is still a very enjoyable and interesting character and I still really like him, mf humiliated and mentally (and physically) scarred Kai and he still somehow managed to do it majestically and ykw? I respect that

And speaking of Kai, Brooklyn's reaction to having his first loss in his life by him is the defintion of crashout like holy shit bro (and Hitoshi encouraging that was NOT helping at all.....seriously dude Ik you want to make Takao stronger but like.. you doing too much fr), that MIGHT be engraved into my memory

Tho speaking of his crashout, one of the reasons why I probably don't like him as much as Yuriy and Zeo is bc of his final match against Takao, tho I wouldn't say it was really his fault, the writers just felt the need to be edgy (thx to my mutual who pointed this out to me, it's honestly my main problem with G Revolution in general)

Like....seriously? Destroying a WHOLE ASS CITY??? Ik this is Beyblade we're talking about but it gets to a point ("But Yuriy literally created another dimension against Takao-" SHHH, that's different trust), it just felt like they were doing too much yk? It's my grand example of "Beyblade is NOT that serious"

This frame goes HARD tho

I also wish we got more implications that Takao and Brooklyn have met before, like we did get flashback of them as kids but it would've been nice if Takao was like "Huh, this guys seems kinda familiar" or smtg, tho I really liked that flashback ngl

I did eat up the whole "So talented, he can predict bey battles without looking at them" concept tho, I don't think any Beyblade antag was like that (Ik Gwyn kinda did smtg similiar but there's a difference, 1 Brooklyn didn't even have to look at the bey battle and 2 Gwyn did a bunch of calculations while Brooklyn just KNEW, bro got that much aura)

Also I call him Beyblade Snowhite, him getting along with animals is so sweet to me idk why, probably bc they were his only friends during his childhood (interestingly opposite from Kai, bc I'm pretty sure the animals did not like him very much despite him trying to be friendly with them)

(also this is probably just a vibe thing but he kinda reminds me of Luka from Alien Stage)

Opinions on his design: Bro does NOT look like he's from Beyblade, and I mean this in a good way, bro's majestic, ginger hair suits him so well and his whole appearance being angelic while being an antagonist AUURRGHH, I eat that trope up every time

And while like I said, I don't really like his final fight with Takao very much I loved the wings, wish they were used in a more metaphorical/less dramatic way idk if that makes sense, but ye I think they're pretty cool, the earring is also very pretty

Favorite headcanon: I feel like he can't eat most everyday food, like he has so much allergies to the point he needs to eat some special nutritional food if you get what I mean

Favorite ship: Brooklyn x Garland, tho mostly post canon (like what WAS Brooklyn doing in Garland's backyard in that special G Revolution japanese ending 🤨)

Also him not having a last name always bothered me, I saw some ppl use Masefield as his last name but idk

[walkininawincestwonderland]

so A Thing just happened to me that I never thought would happen because oh my god I got recognized in Real Life (bestie if ur reading this shoutout to you you know who you are!)

okay so I do community theatre and I and another cast member were chilling on the sidelines bc it wasn’t our call yet. We’re both artists and we were sharing photos of our art y’know as bored artists do. I had a bunch of various fandoms’ worth of fanart in that folder, but only non-Wincesty fanart for the spn stuff. This friend had confirmed to me that they were not a destiel shipper vehemently enough to make me go 🧐🧐🧐 but I was still playing it safe because I didn’t want to start beef with a genuinely cool person over shipping.

anyhoo. At the next rehearsal we were talking, I drop in that I like Ethel Cain (drew art of her at one point) and this person looks me dead in the eyes and says “I know what you are.” And I’m like ‼️‼️‼️

But they seem amused so I pull up one of the more innocuous Wincest Ballet AU Pics and am like “yes. You know? You get it??” And they’re like YESSS

cue the angelic chorus of relief

so then of course i have to dig out the ship art bc GAGHHFGH and I pull up one I’ve posted on here and they’re like “yeah I’ve seen that one”

“This wasn’t in the folder?? How did you see it?”

AND THEY SAID TUMBLR

AND IM LIKE OH MY GOD YOU KNOW MY TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK

yeah apparently they recognized my FREAKING ART STYLE and they had suspicions but they weren’t confirmed until the Wincest art. Because they saw it. In the wild. Sometimes I forget real people look at my stuff and I can just happen upon them randomly

anyyyyway now we’re mutuals and I’m rethinking every thirsty thing I’ve posted here because oh god

😂😂😂😂

[sexboobomb]

if you're a cool trans person who lives near me and you reach out to me about it, chances are pretty damn high that im down for a meetup because i love meeting my people :3

UPDATE: added a “mutuals fucked” counter to my bio hehe

UPDATE: "Men DNI" or anything similar will get you blocked if your vibes seem indicative of transmisogyny or misandry to me.

Edit, because apparently it needs to be specified: I have no issue with "Men DNI", I have issue with misandry and transmisogyny. In my experience misandrists and TERFs almost always have "Men DNI" on their blogs, so I keep an eye out for it, but that does not mean I have any problem with people who simply aren't comfortable with men on their blogs just because that isn't the goal of their blog.

UPDATE: I will be adding many flavors of content to my reblogs instead of just liking them, some of it is bc I want to support the artists who make stuff I like, and some of it is bc I have decided that it's in no way shameful to (gasp) be attracted to stuff. Most active hornyposting and explicitly sexual content will stay on my sideblog, but if you continue following me then from this point on be aware that I will occasionally post things that may be suggestive, lewd, or downright explicit. I have also added the URL to my sideblog down below, for those interested.

Hi there >:3

You can call me VV. I’m 22, autistic, adhd, and transfem! I’m a fox-therian lesbian system. I live in Seattle, and as long as you aren’t a creep or weirdo I’m open to making friends! My wife is the wonderful @urjunebug <3

Trying to try new things and to be a bit more shameless, because I figure I should try to like myself as much as other people seem to. I’m still learning some of my limits, and breaking a few, so feel free to ask me all manner of things but don’t always expect an answer. I occasionally hornypost, but most of the more explicit stuff stays on my sideblog, girlcockgarage. Horny asks should also be directed to my sideblog if you want a serious answer.

This one is a little bit unusual I'm sure, but for the time being I will not be interacting with any Picrew stuff such as Picrew rebog chains. I have nothing against Picrew, it just sets my dysphoria off more severely than damn near anything else. Wish it didn't but it does, so for now I have to avoid it.

I will block minors, creeps, bigots, or anyone who gives me those vibes even if not explicitly clear. Ageless blogs will be blocked, because I’m not taking any chances here.