#🦜anon

[enden-k]

Azai "when will my love come back from war death?" Vs SaranVika "Literally living their domestic life" is really the vibe of the chibis vs the comic lmao

I need to see Azai frothing at the mouth seeing how the Great Evil is spending his days....caring for Vika and scheming

Just SaranVika in the kitchen slowdancing while Azai suffers 1d10 psychological damage from jealousy lol

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when the tragedy turns into a comedy

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PLEASE AHHAHAH JUST THAT EMOJI WITH NO CONTEXT KILLED ME saran waist so good it made you stop thinking jkdvbjk

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Heyyy! I have been a little silent recently sorry. But good luck with your exam I’m sure you are going to pass it ☺️🤍🤍

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thank you i have another one this afternoon so hopefully i do well :)

[gingersnaptaff]

🧡 anon, come back. I hope you’re okay too. 🥹 Sincerely, Parrot Anon.

Parrot anon, my beloved!!! Yes, yes, yes!!! I hope u are also okay and I am sending hugs to u also!

[oceanicflyboy]

Hah! That feathered Snake fiend? Oh he's Faaaaaar from ok. He's so much more dangerous and it's great!

A Bat Kid, A TIM with no reasons to hold back!-🦜

"And it's great" Hm. You and i have different visiona of great it seems, like i said; I don't have time to waste with such foolish, pitiful, saddening tries to unfocus me.

You did well trying though; You did well. Right now i am more focused on.. keeping myself composed and trying to help the others with my rescue 'mission'.

[adddddiiii]

damian wayne x best friend!reader who he accidentally fell in love with. maybe they hangout at the dog park with Titus and reader’s dog and they sit on a bench and talk about what comes to mind. i don’t know any way to finish that thought but hopefully you understand what i was thinking about

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Things We Don't Say

Author's Note: I love this idea

Contents: Damian Wayne x bestfriend!reader

Damian Wayne wasn't the kind of person to let his emotions sneak up on him. He prided himself on control, discipline, and precision — both on and off the battlefield. Yet there he was sitting on a bench in Gotham's dog park, realising he'd fallen in love with his best friend.

The soft hum of the city faded into the background as Titus, his loyal Great Dane, trotted around the open field. Next to Titus, was your dog, a lively border collie named Penny who darted and weaved around with boundless energy. You laughed as Penny tripped over her own paws in excitement, and the sound struck Damian like a sharp arrow through the chest.

"You're quiet today," you teased, leaning back against the bench with a warm smile. "What's on your mind?"

Damian turned towards you and his green eyes searched your face for a moment longer than necessary. It wasn't the first time he'd found himself captivated by the way the sunlight kissed your skin or how your laughter seemed to chase away the shadows of his world. But it was the first time he acknowledged the weight of what it meant.

"Nothing of importance," he cleared his throat. A quick lie.

You raised an eyebrow, seeing through him as always. "Damian. Come on, spill. I can't help if you don't tell me."

He scoffed lightly, though his lips twitched upward. "You assume I need help?"

"Everyone needs help sometimes," you nudged his shoulder playfully. "Even the great Damian Wayne."

He exhaled sharply, glancing at the ground before looking back up at you. The words were on the tip of his tongue, so close yet so foreign to say aloud. But you were patient, watching him with that unwavering kindness that always made him feel less like the assassin he was raised to be and more like the man he wanted to become.

"You're insufferable," he said finally. But his tone was softer than his words.

"And yet here you are," you shot back with a grin.

The corner of his mouth lifted, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the simplicity of the moment. The weight of his realisation lingered, but he wasn't ready to tell you — not yet. So instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of dog treats, holding one out to you.

"For Penny," he explained.

You took it, your fingers brushed his, and Damian swore his heart stuttered. You smiled at him — bright, genuine, unguarded — and he felt the sharp edge of his control fray just a little more.

As Titus and Penny ran circles around each other in the park, Damian leaned back into the bench with your shoulder touching his. For now, he was content to sit beside you and watch the dogs run through piles of leaves.

One day, he'd tell you how he truly felt. But today, he'd enjoy the moment for what it was; perfectly imperfect, like the way he'd fallen for you in the first place.

pt. 2

[princessbrunette]

Innocent reader who’s never had a high sex drive like at all and then she meets JJ or rafe and struggles to handle the switch up. She’s constantly wet needing them all the time. Clinging to them practically grinding on them in public and she doesn’t know what to do with herself cause she’s never been like this before

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sometimes just watching jj is enough to set you off. the way he speaks, the way he commands a conversation with his sarcasm and clever argumentation, the way he casually keeps an eye on you at all times— whether that’s by keeping a hand on your waist or glancing at you mid sentence to make sure you’re engaged. it’s true what they say, a girls sex drive can be totally influenced by the person she’s with and the way they treat her!

you don’t realise just how clear you make it when you need him, and it almost snaps you out of your haze when he clocks you each and every time. he’s yapping away, everyone stood outside the chateau drinking and having fun, jj creating a whole debate over something pointless just for entertainment when you move impossibly closer, practically smushing into his side.

“no okay i remember— i remember so freakin’ vividly that john b was the one who came up with it. now i know y’all wanna blame me, cos realistically yeah— only jj maybank could come up with something that stupid but i swear dudes, it was mr jb over there. you know it bro!” the blonde laughs, pointing a finger to the brunette as everyone laughs and chimes in.

you hear them laughing, but you’re kind of zoned out— staring up at your boyfriends profile, hand stroking his back through his tshirt. he glances at you, doing a double take when he sees big doe eyes staring back.

“howdy there.” he smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “you okay? look like you’re bouta ask for something.”

you shrug with a shy smile, practically batting your eyelashes at the blonde.

“hmmm…” you giggle.

“hmm…” he repeats back quietly, a grin on his own. it was like everything else faded to background noise, leaving just the two of you in your own world.

“kinda need you.” you admit bashfully and he blinks, words sinking in.

“you— like need me need me? or…” he gapes, eyes a little wider and hopeful.

“mhm.” you press your lips together, embarrassed. he stares for a second before directing his attention toward the group.

“on that note, we will be heading inside. duty calls. it’s been real.” he faux curtsies, patting you on the back and walking you away back to the chateau.

“gross.” kie shakes her head, the boys bursting into woops and hollers.

“you kids have fun!” john b calls out.

“not too much fun, you’re too young for kids remember that!” pope stresses as you skip alongside the blonde, the two of you giggling as you hurry inside.

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[vibingandsimping]

This is exactly who you think it is. 🦜🦜

Might I request the origin characters (+ Halsin) of your choice caring for a burnt out/sick Tav?

Hello! I shall call you bird anon…

(Leave me and my family alone)

But ask and you shall receive! Requests/thoughts always make my day.

Origin characters + extra companions taking care of an exhausted reader pt. 1

No forewarnings besides maybe some suggestive mentions and a little angst. Mostly all fluff + comfort… barely proofread

Characters included in this part: Astarion, Gale, Lae’zel and Jaheira

Astarion

Astarion, when you present him with the problem after his insistent pestering, is a little lost. Everyone has their breaking points and their limits. You just held a confident front for so long that he started to believe you truly lacked one. He suggests the pleasures of the flesh at first. “To ease that pretty mind,” he claims with a smirk. You can tell in his gaze it’s his default- he was used for his body for so long it’s clear he’s unsure of what else to say. A bit of frustration with both him and his past bubbles up. It hurts to know he values himself that little and at the same time… it’s frustrating that he thinks it will solve anything. After a curt “No thank you.” he seems to deflate a bit. You stalk off to your tent as he watches from afar.

He sat with himself as he contemplated his abilities. You’d done so much for him over the period of time you’d known each other. Quite frankly, he hates to say it but he’s realized he’s taken you for advantage. He reminisces over the times you’d let him feed and he has had his nose pressed into your skin. How he’d inhale your scent and memorize it with your blood. He broods over it for a little before beginning to test different scents and oils. What he believed would work with your body chemistry and what he knew you liked.

It’s an hour or so later when you hear slow footsteps. Whoever it was made their presence known, so as to not scare you with a sudden intrusion. You’d been laying with your head in silence and the dark due to how it throbbed. Everything seemed so loud and overwhelming. He speaks smoothly and announces his arrival, you just grunt in acknowledgment. It seems to amuse him as he laughs gently and places something on the ground. Which? You’re unsure- and you could care less to check right now. It’s only when you hear the flick of a match and the room illuminates that you peek. He has a couple of wax candles laid out that seem to be dripping in mixtures. He smiles at you in such a way that you push suspicions aside. The room flickers with the light of the candles. “Relax. I made these special for you. Just focus on them and let the world wash away.” You watch him for a minute more as he lights the candles and the scent grows stronger as it burns with the wax. At first, it also overwhelmed you. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and focus on taking deep breaths. With each inhale, you draw more of it into your lungs and feel your muscles slack. Whatever he used was working wonders to calm your body and ease your mind. He did miss his calling as a perfumer.

The feeling of cold hands on your neck tenses your so delicately relaxed frame. His voice comes out in a shush, making you shiver from the tone. The way his fingers move so slowly tells you he’s holding a part of him back. It’s likely the reflex to make things more… intimate. A part of you swells knowing that he is trying a more simple intimacy on you. Thumbs dig into the tense muscles until they’re worked from the stiffness. Soft moans of content escape your throat. Though, just the same are the groans of pain when he reaches a more tender spot. “You’re lucky you have such a caring companion.” He muses half-heartedly, an attempt to make you smile. It did, matter of fact. You’re sure he knows because his movements become more confident. You drop your head back into your pillow and breathe out a sigh. He didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes on your back. It was quite comforting to know he was there if you needed it. You eventually drift into a half-conscious state as he works your tender flesh. By the time he’s left you to rest you were already asleep.

Gale

Gale’s watchful eye concluded your growing burnout long before it settled in. He was a wizard- a man who studied for a living. He understood frustration and burnout. He’s faced it many times before… and it’s never an easy thing. When you settle down at the camp for the night, he can’t seem to get his eye off you. You walk around slowly and seem out of it. The man sits in his thoughts for a moment longer and decides to make his way over to you. You, of all people, deserved to have a moment to relax and truly replenish your mind. His hand makes contact with your arm and you’re snapped from your daze. He gazes down at you with a softness and silently asks you to follow him. You’re too worn down to argue and just nod.

He winds you out of the forest and towards a still lake. A drinking deer turns and shoots out from its spot when you two arrive. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he bashfully smiles. “Water is soothing to the mind and muscle. I’ll take care of you- let me.” The moonlight dappling the water is tempting and he seems harmless enough with his request. You relent and begin to slowly peel the clothing off your body. Turning back around you stride into the water only to find it pleasantly warm. It was almost hot- glancing up at him as he removed his robe, you knew he tampered with magic to heat the water. You’re not complaining though. It’s already doing wonders to work out the aches in your muscles. He slides in behind you and asks you permission to touch you. You hummed approval as you closed your eyes and put your trust in him.

He lathers his hands with soap and begins to work your muscles along your back. Simultaneously massaging gently and washing you clean. His fingers work from your neck to your shoulder blades, down your spine, and to your legs. He slowly turns you around so he can repeat the same process down your front. He’s careful around your more intimate areas, eyeing you cautiously to gauge what’s too much. It feels nice to be doted on and not have to bathe yourself for once. You’re sure he knows it, too. Then, he whispers for permission to do your hair. You barely speak and instead hum once more. He chuckles a little before wrapping an arm around you and one under your head. He dips you into the water until your hair is thoroughly soaked and pulls you back up. Like that, he begins to lather shampoo into your scalp. His fingers work wonders and you moan a little. The moment is gone too soon for your preference and he’s washing it out.

After a minute more of holding you in the water as he rinses you off, he guides you out. You almost protest like a child, wishing to relish the hot water a little longer. He hands you a large linen cloth and you dry yourself off. Squeezing your hair until it no longer drips annoyingly and wrapping it around yourself to conceal your intimates. He follows alongside you back into camp and you head into your tent. He lingers beside you while you settle down and gather some night clothes. Then, as soon as the eyes are noticed, he leaves you to your own devices. You manage to get to sleep surprisingly easily and the night passes mostly peacefully. In the morning, your previous clothes are folded neatly outside your tent. They’re clean and practically spotless. Gale must’ve taken the time to wash them while you slept and hung them to dry overnight.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel’s instinct is to scold you for showing weakness. Githyanki are warriors and have no time to tend to the frail. Yet, you’ve proven anything but frail in the time she’s known you. She’s utterly torn and wears it on her face obviously. You’re unsure why you turned to her for comfort, it was obviously a mistake. You sigh exasperatedly and trail off as she watches. You almost make it to your tent before her hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you to look at her. “Battle me,” she speaks blatantly. “Githyanki soothe their mind and body with battle. It is all I know to do. Battle me.” There’s a desperation in her voice. She cannot stand to see you so exhausted and fed up. You squint at her and almost protest that all the battling you’ve done is what led you to this point. The expression she held deterred you. You complied in the end.

She leads you into a dirt clearing and unsheathes her sword. Her face is like the steel she holds in her grasp and you ready yourself. There’s a moment of silence and anticipation that hangs in the air as you two lock eyes. She makes the first move, launching towards you and missing the side of your face by a few inches. You retaliate and dig your weapon of choice into her side. She grits her teeth as she is sent sprawling a few feet away. The girl gives you little time to react. Her next attack flies at you and you two are a clash of steel and flesh. There’s an adrenaline that elicits your veins and your head clears. The worries of taking care of everyone fade and you focus solely on your sparring partner. It’s like a second wind that envelops your body. It takes you a few hits until you realize she’s purposefully leaving herself open and using weaker moves.

She was allowing you to win. To taste her blood and victory in battle. You’re almost insulted if it weren’t so flattering that she was laying herself openly for you. You lay a final hit on her and she kneels with her head bowed. The two of you pant as wounds seep blood. Nothing is too deep and can easily be fixed by bandage or magic. She pulls herself to her feet and smiles softly at you. “A formidable opponent. You underestimate your power.” It was her form of a compliment, you supposed. She then followed you back into camp and sat you down. She runs a wet rag along your scrapes and cuts. The crimson washes off and leaves the wounds exposed to the fresh air. The githyanki is gentle in her touch as she wraps them with a bandage and secures it in place. The muscles in your body flex as you test the hold before turning your attention to her. You go to tend her wounds but are met with a hand in your face. “I am fine. I am strong enough to take care of myself. You, on the other hand, need to recover to lead us onward.”

You quirk a brow at her before pulling away and allowing the campfire to warm your bones. She works deftly on sealing her wounds and you can’t help but feel a little rejuvenated. It wasn't pampering of sorts- but she cared. She tried her best to show it and that’s truly what mattered. She fought against her nature to shame you and instead attempted to cure your ailments. She was rough around the edges but had a soft heart. The thought made you smile softly as you watched the shadows of fire dance along her olive-green skin. She catches your gaze for a moment and seems flustered. “Go rest.” She commands softly and you laugh breathlessly. It takes you a moment to get to your feet but you manage it. Some sleep would surely help repair the worst of it as long as you took it easy the next day.

Jaheira

Jaheira was an older elf. She could spot the telltale signs of wear. Whether that be mental or physical. She took care of her harpers for just about as long as she could recall at this point. It felt nice to not have to be the one in charge- but maybe she took too much comfort in it. A little guilt weighed in her heart. Too late to dwell, though, you needed assistance. The crackle of the fire was all that could be heard as you sat in front of it. You were still- seemingly lost in thought. She groaned a little as she lowered herself to a seat. Her knees weren’t as they used to be. The sound alerted your mind and you snapped out of it to look at the woman. She smiled softly at you and handed you a goblet. In her other hand was a bottle of wine and her own goblet. “Do not worry, no funny games this time. Just something to unwind.” You scrunch your nose a little before grabbing it.

The bottle uncorks and she pours a glass for you two. It’s not the finest wine but certainly was much better than the gruel served at the tiefling party. You draw your knees to your chest and take a long sip. After she takes a sip of her own she clicks her tongue in thought. Her gaze isn’t on you but on the campfire as she begins to speak. “You are more powerful than you know,” she begins and you look at her from the corner of your eye. “I’ve seen it firsthand. You vanquished the curse of the shadowlands and defeated Ketheric Thorm. I am surprised you didn’t succumb to exhaustion sooner.” You tense, almost expecting it to be an insult. Her softness of tone betrays that thought. “You need to rely on your friends and company more. We are here to help. We care. I care.” She enunciates the last word by looking at you. You can’t help but feel a soft fuzz blooming in your chest. Was it her words or the alcohol?

“I took care of my harpers for a century or more. It is hard work to look after the well-being of everyone else and yourself. I think I became too comfortable in letting you guide me. I apologize for that, truly.” You open your mouth to speak but she shushes you with a point of her goblet. That gesture makes you flush a little and take a sip of your wine once more. “I have seen many people in my life. I have lost many people in my life. You are among some of the most… wonderful I have seen. I will be damned if I lose you to anything beyond yourself.” She smiles at you, the age lines on her face only speaking to how truthful she is being. You can’t help but feel relaxed by both the influence of the alcohol and her words. You realize anything you say would be practically pointless. So, you just shuffle to her side and press against her. She hums in satisfaction and wraps an arm around you. You can hear her swallowing her wine more clearly. There’s a comfortable silence that is punctuated occasionally by the crackling of the fire.

“Another pour?” She offers as she holds the bottle and you cannot help but laugh while gesturing your goblet. Indulging for a night hurt nobody and hell you deserved it. She refills the two glasses and rests her head against yours. There’s a mutual understanding of comfort and connection between you two as you sip and watch the fire. It’s nice to not have to say anything in return. To be able to simply sit and digest the fact that somebody appreciates the fact that you work so tirelessly for them and everyone around you. It’s only til your goblets empty again does she finally pull away and cork the wine. You stand and allow the buzz of the alcohol to warm your veins and loosen your mind. She offers a hand out with a sheepish smile, “Help a gal up?” you tease her for a minute and grab her hand as she hoists herself off the ground. She regards you with a softness and plants a gentle kiss against your forehead. You two part and head to your respective tents to sleep the night away.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Lily who punched Barty in the nose

And Barty who just found out why James is so in love with the fiery redhead

+ Regulus watching and finding out the Barty looks REALLY hot with blood smeared around his face

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ARGHHHHH YES OMG GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE

regulus sees that and pauses for a moment. he's questioning his whole reality fr

[seijorhi]

Hello Rhi 👋

It's Oikawa's birthday today. He's officially 30 🥳🎊🥂

Umm can you please PLEASE share any Oikawa thoughts 🎤

Take care xoxo. Ilysm

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thirty, flirty and thriving <33

oikawa's annoying on a good day. on his birthday, he's insufferable.

it goes without saying that he wants to celebrate in a big, flashy way, which either means an obnoxiously extravagant party at his place or taking you out to dinner and then to the vip section of a club to spend the night with you draped over his lap, feeding you drinks between languid, hungry kisses and then all but dry fucking you on the dance floor for everyone to see.

he plays the good host – to a point. he'll mingle and chat with his guests enough as to not be rude, an arm slung around your waist, fingers grazing a burning trail up and down your side. you won't be able to venture far, or do anything really as those touches become more salacious and daring as the night wears on. if he wants to finger fuck you at the table in front of his friends while sucking on your neck, well, you're not gonna spoil his fun on his birthday, are you?

slipping away to the ladies' might be your only reprieve, but even that's a careful balancing act. linger too long and he might take it as an invitation for a bathroom quickie.

of course, once he does have you all to himself again, the night only gets worse. you see, some people believe in birthday spankings. it's not really oikawa's thing, but he's rather taken with the idea of seeing how many orgasms he can wring out of you before you just can't take it anymore. one for every year does seem like a lot, but there's no harm in trying, right? it can be your birthday present, considering you didn't bother to get him anything else <33

[macaw-squawks]

Frankie stein stimboard with related stims and no slime!

Requested by; 💕🦇 anon

Hope this works anon! Glad to be back to posting ngl, hoping this is okay lol- let me know if you'd like any changes!

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[enden-k]

🦜, i mean one of the cut panels where the POV is hovering over Saran!! IS IT MEANT TO BE AZAI'S POV OF SARAN WHEN CHOKING HIM OR SARAN FIRST WAKING AFTER THE FACT???

ohh from the dropped panels!!! its ghost sarans usual eyes (R), alive sarans eyes (L) look different

so yea...its present saran (ghost saran) in the dropped panel there (R) (he always had this threatening "back off" look to warn others even when he was alive (L). unchanged bean fr)

the dropped panel was supposed to be a mirror panel to azais eyes before

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Figured it would be safer to send it here since it kind of is NSFW related (even if it doesn't reach the level some of the stuff here tends to be LMAO) but since Vika does feel stuff to a certain degree so long as it comes to Saran, does he feel the aftermath (in whatever extent he may) too? Soreness? Pain?

If he were to press on a bruise/hickey, would he feel the sting? I imagine if he were able to, it probably would be fairly grounding. If not? While i know that he would probably welcome it, it is still kind of fortunate because no discomfort after being in weird positions would be bliss. He could sit down without his lower back protesting the time he spent getting bent in half lmao

(The real question i find myself mulling over now is if Saran even comfortable with play that would leave bruises on Vika. Hickeys I imagine are something he would feel more comfortable with, but with how 'soft' (but by no standard vanilla. Something something pleasure Doms) he tends to be in their sex dynamic I can't see much of it bruising)

-🦜. Also, THE TENTACLE DOODLE. GOD. VIKA LOOKED SO GOOD. That pose makes me think so much of eating him out for some reason...trans Vika...Saran's restraint needs to be admired. Because he isn't getting a taste while there's a whole ass MEAL in front of his eyes. And he has many eyes. So many angles. You my man are not sane in the slightest. No sane person would have resisted

vika doesnt register physical discomfort but pressure and pulls on wounds. when saran is a bit rougher on him, he makes sure vika doesnt move around (too much) bc it often happened vikas knees buckled or he tripped bc of shaky legs he wasnt aware of

he does feel it a bit tho when he presses on bruises or wounds/cuts pull (again, this is why he did SH in the past)

anw yea saran is comfortable w that bc he always leaves bruises and hickeys, intentionally or not; vika bruises very easily and sarans teeth are sharp and the tentacles/ropes leave marks. he enjoys marking up vika and having a taste of him but hes never violent or forceful. luckily vika enjoys being marked (and esp bitten) too (a "proof" of sarans touch); if he wouldnt, saran wouldnt do it

LMAOOO TRUST ME he def had a taste later in the tentacle doodle.......saran rlly enjoys putting his mouth on vika <3

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hey, how are you? Did you understand the request in the end? I know that I explain like a closed book so I te no surprise you didn’t understand.

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Hey im good thanks for asking :) and yeah i think i get it now. Im looking foward to writing it however it may be a while (sorry) I have a lot of requests rn so i have a lot to write and post. But i will get to it.

Thank you for your request <3

[pineconnie]

I’m fully choosing to believe that Wifies is alive and this Director guy set up the dog thing and tricked Parrot so he would hunt him down… maybe even kidnapped Wifies at the same time.. Director please be so evil you’d fake Wifies death please please 🙏. LIKE Mapicc and Spoke were muttering that they JUST saw his pearl, and Ash fully denied killing Wifies and no one even noticed the death message?? Not even Ash remembered?? I know the death messages aren’t usually mentioned by other characters that weren’t there but you’d think Wato or Ken would notice??? Plus they don’t forget the Left the Game messages like ever in the vids as well <- is fully in denial

Also yes omg Wemmbu’s vid is so funny, he’s so mischievous… also we got Ken, Wato, and Wemmbu interaction and it was just as funny as you can imagine. One of the first things he says to wemmbu “Are you insane?!?!”. Even the fights are soooo goofy, sadly like zero hints of what happened with Spoke and Ash -👁️🦜

BEST case scenario realistically is wifies being held hostage i fear 😭😭 PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE i don’t care if undoing major character death is bad writing I CANNOT HANDLE UU WIFIES DEAD IDC

ESPECIALLY with no one even remembering or noticing it !!! like there was no wayy they were so distracted by whatever they were doing to not notice it …. i’m staying in denial until i have ANSWERS

I CANT WAIT FOR KENWATO OMG i’m so hyped !!!! need them back need kww so bad KWW COME BACK 😭😭

[sturnioz]

how would bun react if fb!chris did bring someone else? like how would it effect her

and can i be 🦜 anon?

im actually gonna write abt this !!! so i wont be speaking too much abt it rn <3 and ofc you can !