#Do you do anything for their anniversaries?

[egophiliac]

ANNIVERSARY GROOVY BOYBAND! THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD, I also love the hades reference with idia! Ik ur probably really swamped with the book 7 brain rot but I wanted to know ur thoughts. I also wanted to mention that I am so card deprived I feel like I need a replacement event to take tsumderlands place

AUGH NO I LOVE THEM. 😭 UGH now I really have to think about if I want to try pulling for Grim again. dangit. heck. I already got his little pedestal to add my guest room shrine, but...now I kinda need the boss himself...

also, the implications of it not being an OB thing, Idia can just. Do That? apparently? do you think he ever just sometimes does it by accident? what am I saying, he absolutely sometimes does it by accident.

gosh though. this event has been SO cute in general! I was wondering who'd get the focus for year 5; I could not be happier that the answer is apparently EVERYBODY. :D all the dorms get their own special songs! so many cute little scenes!!! the lowest of stakes bringing out the highest of pettiness in everyone!!!!!! it's excellent.

(also, because I will make literally anything about my diaboys...I know these events are typically sorta, let's say chronologically unmoored with regards to story. but the further implications that this takes place pre-episode 7/Malleus' Big Existential Crisis, and yet...some of these lines?)

[cutiefulism]

cw. fluff, was supposed to be longer but 💔, this is js happy go lucky idk

ceo!sylus who just loves spoiling you, his nerdy!gf.

you want him to spend $200 on skins of your favorite little virtual people? he’ll do it. you want to go to an overly expensive, poorly organized and managed anime or comic convention? he’s buying the tickets and scheduling a flight. you want to buy a limited-edition, anniversary figure that costs a car note?

sylus. will. do. it.

and he’ll be there to support you. always. he’ll sit in your gaming chair with you perched in his lap, half-lidded eyes much more focused on your rapidly changing expressions than the intense gameplay on screen.

he’ll attend those conventions with you, cosplaying with you as your favorite ship or character. it successfully wards off any snotty-nosed, body-pillow-toting neckbeards too from trying to cop a feel or peek up your skirt or down your top. it just takes one sharp look and they're backing off, stumbling away with muttered, incoherent apologies and more sweat pouring down their hairy backs.

you’re cute, yes, but that's only something he gets to fully appreciate.

hell, sylus will even sit there and help you put your figures together, whether it be just putting pieces in place or supplying materials for your garage kits. one of those figures is still sitting on his desk to this day.

there’s no limit to how many times he’ll swipe his card for you. anything you need, he’s there to give it to you, his beloved.

use him to your heart’s content. that’s what he’s for, after all.

[lascvitae]

♯┆forever ever .ᐟ

synopsis .ᐟ you ask the aespa members if they would love you forever.

pairing. idol!aespa x fem!reader genre. fluff fluff && more fluff warning(s). established relationship, aespa are idols

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: a katty work without any angst… crazy…. THANKS FOR 500 POOKIESSSS also erm i kinda yapped in giselle’s 😻

masterlist.

KARINA

jimin was tired.

you could tell. there were only a few times that she would come back to your shared apartment as quiet as she was now, not even saying anything before climbing into your arms.

the silence told you everything that you needed to know. it was hard being an idol, and that was something that you knew. but being the leader of one was a responsibility you couldn’t ever take.

you witnessed as your girlfriend tried her hardest not to crack under the immense amount of pressure to maintain team harmony, to take responsibility for both their successes and failures. but what she truly struggled with the most was balancing personal and professional life.

there were days that jimin wanted to come home to you and she couldn’t — forced to resort to facetime and phone calls. nothing that could convey how much love she felt for you.

so tonight, even if she was tired, she was showing it through the way that she held you. like it was the last thing that she would ever do.

her head lay in your lap, hands wrapped firmly around your middle as she rested her body against yours. the light tugs that you left in her hair proved to be effective, soothing her being as she watched whatever you had playing on the television after she came in.

“you okay?” you muttered, pushing yourself up against the arm of the couch more to get a better view of the idol.

she hummed in response, tired eyes opening to lazily look up at you. you weren’t buying it. hell, she couldn’t you sell anything. you already knew.

“do you want to go to bed?” you asked, tugging on the skin of your lower lip. she shook her head, pulling you even closer, if possible. “just wanna lay here.”

your hands went back to their previous pattern in her hair, focusing your attention back onto the television.

“i love you.” she murmured softly, raising up to plant a delicate kiss against your lips. it was tender, one that perfectly matched her feelings for you.

you smiled, returning it with the same gentleness. “forever?” jimin nodded, facial expression becoming identical to yours but with an even wider smile. “forever and always. you’re the only one i want to come home to in every lifetime.”

it was your turn to widen your smile, pulling her into another kiss. one that sealed the promise.

GISELLE

for your first year anniversary, aeri had mapped everything out since it was you who planned your first date.

she was still as nervous as she was on that same day, biting her bottom lip as she came around to open the passenger door for you.

you stepped out with a bright smile, glancing around at your surroundings. “ready?” aeri asked you, reaching out for your hand. obliging and taking her hand into your own, the two of you began to walk.

you had no idea where she was taking you but you didn’t mind it at all. it was a secluded park area with all different types of flowers blooming around you, busy with butterflies and bees, along with other wildlife.

it was vibrant and beautiful, distracting you from the walkway that you were supposed to be staying on. if it weren’t for aeri practically dragging you, you probably would have slowed down by a lot more.

“i’ve always wanted to bring you here.” aeri started as the two of you walked, passing by a wedding arch. the sight made your mind wander with various thoughts, looking at the girl ahead of you. “mhm?”

“it’s so pretty and peaceful. i love it.” she smiled, looking up at two birds who sat on a tree branch, singing to eachother. it was like some fantasy world loaded straight out of a dating simulator game. “so pretty…” you mumbled breathlessly.

the path then split into two parts. one side read the sign ‘cisne lake’ and aeri seemed confident in her choice of the opposite one before suddenly coming to a stop.

“okay, our picnic is the other way but —“ she turned to look at you with excitement plastered over her features. “wait! i have to get a picture of you at the lake.” it wasn’t a question.

you two quickly arrived to the said lake and the water looked clear enough for you to drink. the sunlight was dancing off of the ripples of the water in an entrancing manner, making the sight tens times prettier.

aeri led you to the bench that sat in front of the lake, pulling out her digital camera.

“okay, pose right here.” she pointed at the ground, waiting for you to get into a pose before positioning the camera at your face.

“smile!” she exclaimed, ready to snap the picture. her heart was beating so insanely fast at the sight of your features and how they harmonized so well together.

she pulled the pictures up quickly after and you walked to her side, eager to see them as well.

but before they could load she stopped you, excitement coursing through her veins once more. “baby! baby, look!” she pointed at the water.

two swans were elegantly moving towards the center of the lake, synchronizing their movements and grooming in the center, underneath the sun.

you stood perfectly in the middle and aeri brought the camera back up to her eye to capture another picture, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you looked. “my god.” she whispered.

“did you know that swans choose a mate and stay together for life?” she asked, trying to get you to smile. and of course, it worked.

you let out a melodious laugh and aeri snapped the photo at the perfect moment, quickly searching for it.

“yeah. i’m keeping this forever.” you could hear her mumble while you watched the swans with interest.

“hm? the picture?” you asked, stepping to her side and coming to sit on the bench she was now sitting at.

she shook her head, stealing a kiss as you leaned over to get a better look at the small camera screen. it was quick yet passionate, cupping your cheek softly.

“nope. what we have.“ she smiled, handing you the camera. “you’re so cheesy, aeri.”

she shrugged in response. “i just found my lifelong partner.” you rolled your eyes playfully, flipping through the pictures that she took of you. “so you love me forever?”

“that’s a dumb question, princess. my heart is yours today, tomorrow, and for all of forever.” she pecked your cheek. “and you’ll really see it when we get married here.”

WINTER

“are you done?” your voice echoed throughout the apartment, walking back into the bathroom where your girlfriend was applying the rose hydration mask on her face.

you giggled at her, taking some of the product into your own hands to help her. due to your demands, it was a spa day for you two. you insisted that the two of you needed some time to relax and who was she to deny her baby?

“thank you, my love.” she closed her eyes and mumbled to prevent disturbing you too much, letting you work your magic.

dim candles were lit in the bathroom and bedroom, allowing for both of you to calm your nerves and relax yourselves. the bath water was already ran with a comfortable temperature and the last thing to do before stepping inside was to set everything up.

“can you add some drops of this?” you handed minjeong the coconut oil, setting the eucalyptus and lavender oils on the countertop.

she quickly began to do as you asked and you took this time to add some epsom salt. “what’s after this?” she asked, watching as you set up the audiobook on the bath caddy.

“nail care!” you answered as if it were obvious, earning an excited smile from minjeong. “what if i want to stay in the bath forever?”

you shrugged, deciding to tease your girlfriend a bit. “i don’t know, depends. do you love me forever?” you crossed your arms, smirking slightly.

she was slightly taken aback, breath caught in her chest before she nodded. “of course i do.”

“i know that this isn’t something i’d come up with but i still appreciate it. i love spending time with you.” she was blushing now. minjeong was such a dream to you.

“i promise to love you in all the ways i can. forever and always.” she concluded, walking up to you so that she could fix your ponytail.

“i love you too, minjeong.” you grinned, spinning her back around and guiding her hands around your waist, pulling her into your embrace. “you’re so cute sometimes.” a giggle left your lips.

“nuh uh.” she protested, shaking her head. “i only like when you call me cute.” minjeong leaned in to softly piece your lips together, further proving your point.

as you two broke away, the smile on both of your expressions was enough to know that you were on the same page.

“okay now c’mere, you need more lip scrub.” you tried to pull away.

“mm, in a second.” she pleaded, pulling you closer.

NINGNING

it was very early in the morning — maybe around nine or ten am when you set up your camera in and hit the record button.

you and ning recording vlogs often, so this wasn’t an unusual occurrence. she said that she wanted to make a collection of them and show everyone as the two of you eventually grew older. it was your movie.

so here you were, hiding in your shared bathroom with an excited smile on your face. the sound of your fan buzzing from the room could be heard slightly.

“today is ningie’s birthday.” you explained to the camera in whispers, rubbing your eye from sleep.

“so we’re gonna surprise her today. she has no idea that i’ve decorated our room and hid her presents throughout the house.” you continued, leaning in closer to the camera so that everyone could hear you better.

“it’s currently…” you cheekily checked your phone, moderately embarrassed from how unorganized the small part seemed.

“9:36 am! and we’re officially putting this in motion.”

you grabbed the camera, opening the bathroom door and maneuvering into the bedroom where ning was sleeping soundly. she looked so comfortable, arms spread all over the pillows that were laid on the mattress.

you giggled at the sight, setting the camera up and clearing your throat. at first you cautiously climbed on top of her sleeping form, careful not to startle her once you woke her.

she instinctively tried to pull you into her side and you laughed, breaking free and straddling the girl instead once she repeated the action.

“wake up, ningie.” you called out as she began to shuffle around, lazily looking up at you with one eye open.

once confirming that she was awake, or well, awake enough, you attacked her face with kisses, planting them wherever your lips landed.

“happy birthday!!” you exclaimed and ning laughed at you, hands coming up to hug your waist. “thank you.” she replied, voice laced with sleep.

“stop…” she whined as you showered her in more kisses, finally coming to a stop and cupping her cheeks. they were flushed a bright shade of red, thousands of constellations in her eyes.

you straddled her lap once more and she came up along with you without sparing a second thought about it.

“it’s our first time spending your birthday together as a couple. so i wanted to make it special for you.” she glanced around the room, smiling at the balloon and ribbon decorations. there were decorations adorning the door and she couldn’t help but wonder where you got the time for this.

“it’s already special enough to spend it with you.” her attention focused back onto you. “we’re gonna vlog all of them.” her lips softly met the tip of your nose, smiling even wider. “i love you.”

the promise made your heart swell with affection, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. “forever?”

she returned the kiss before pulling away, losing herself deeper into your embrace. “forever. there won’t be a birthday i spend without you.”

perm taglist — @saysirhc @aedollie @prologue-ae

[kunasthiast]

madness

It started innocently enough.

“Here. Happy anniversary, brat!” 

Sukuna handed you a big ass box (his gift), grinning like he’d just given you the solution to all your life problems. You took it, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Wow, you’re really splurging on me, babe. What’s inside?”

“Just open it.”

“Okay fine –” you tore off the wrapping and blinked. “What the fuck is this?” You asked nicely with shock as you stared at your husband’s gift, utterly baffled.

Because, really. What the fuck was this? Inside the big box… were six smaller boxes.

And as someone who’s chronically online (admit it, the only apps you ever open are twitter – you still refuse to call it ‘X’ – for F1 updates, tumblr, instagram, youtube, and pinterest), your algorithm had NEVER shoved this thing in your face.

Sukuna, on the other hand, looked way too smug about it. Arms crossed, smirk in place, even throwing in a wink for good measure.

“That, my dear wife, is a fucking Labubu.”

“A what?”

 “A Labubu,” he repeated, as if that explained anything.

“Huh?”

“You seriously haven’t heard of it?” Sukuna blinked, feigning shock. “Weird. I thought you were the one most updated between us.”

“Well yeah, but not with… whatever this is,” you narrowed your eyes as you shot back. “Mostly just F1, Stardew, and some new game drops. Not this.”

“Oh well,” he shrugged. “Just open one already.”

“Fine,” you sighed, grabbing a box and tearing into the packaging.

“Huh, why is there another plastic inside?”

“Obviously, because it’s a blind box, brat,” Sukuna replied, his tone dripping with amusement.

“Pfft, why are you so impatient today?”

“I’m just very excited for your reaction”

You narrowed your eyes, again, at your husband and said, “No, really. Tell me, babe.”

“Just open it. Stop stalling.”

“Hmp, fine –” and you ripped the plastic open.

Then you squinted. “What the hell am I looking at?”

Inside was a tiny, goblin-looking creature. You held up the plush toy in your hands, inspecting it like it was an alien artifact. It had big round eyes, sharp little teeth, and fur that made it look like a cross between a mischievous raccoon and... a gremlin.

"It's cute," Sukuna declared, like that was the only justification needed.

“You’re telling me this –”you wiggled the plushie at him, still very skeptical about this whole gift thing, “– is supposed to be cute?”

“Obviously.”

“Sukuna. This thing looks like it’s gonna scam me out of my life savings and then laugh about it.”

“Exactly,” he smirked. “Just like you.”

You gasped, clutching your chest. “Wow. So that’s what you really think of me, huh?”

“Don't act so shocked.” He leaned in, voice dropping to that infuriatingly smug drawl. “You did swindle me into marrying you.”

“Excuse me? I swindled you?”

“Mhm.”

“You literally begged me to marry you.”

“Did I?” He tilted his head, playing dumb.

“Yes.” You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. “You were down bad. It was embarrassing, honestly.”

Sukuna scoffed. “I don’t recall.”

“Should I pull up the texts?”

“Anyway,” he cut you off, reaching for another box inside the box set, “open the other ones. You’ve got five more to go.”

You eyed him warily. Then the box. Then back at him. “…Why do I feel like you just dragged me into some weird collector's cult?”

“It’s not a cult—“

“That’s exactly what someone in a cult would say.”

Sukuna just chuckled and handed you the next box.

You sighed, opening it—because at this point, you might as well embrace your fate. After opening all the boxes, you set them on your shelf, thinking that was that. Oh, if only you know how wrong you were.

A week later, you found yourself scrolling through Labubu forums. You don’t know how it happened. One moment, you were researching out of sheer curiosity – and then it was 3AM. Sukuna was fast asleep beside you, and you were staring at photos of different Labubu plushies and figurines, heart pounding like you’d just discovered a new religion.

Wait… are these actually kinda cute?

No.

No, no, no.

You turned your phone off. Absolutely not. And put in on your bedside table. No way in hell.

But the next day, you found yourself staring at your Tasty Macarons Labubus a little too long. And your husband? Of course, he noticed this.

“Babe.”

No response.

He moved closer, sitting beside you on the couch. “Babe, you’ve been ignoring me. What’s up?”

“…Huh?” This time, you finally tore your gaze away from your shelf and turned towards your husband and said, “Nothing, don’t worry.”

“You sure? You look like you’re about to shut down.”

Ttruth be told, you were debating whether to check out the Have a Seat collection sitting in your cart since 3AM or not. But you’d rather die than admit that to Sukuna.

And then another week passed, and somehow – somehow – your new collection arrived. Your husband took one look at it and raised a brow.

“So that’s why you’ve been out of it all week.”

“What do you mean?” You shot back.

“Babe,” he drawled, smirking. “I knew you’d get addicted,” he simply added with his I-know-everything-about-you tone. “Next thing you know, you’ll be selling your soul to rare editions.”

“Pfft, no way.”

“Uh-huh. Give it two weeks before you start spiraling.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a phase, babe.”

It was not a phase. You were wrong. Sukuna was right. Always right.

Because a week later, you nearly had a breakdown when Sukuna surprised you with three big-ass plush dolls – Angel in Cloud, I Found You, and Catch Me If You Like Me.

“Oh my God, they’re so fucking cute,” you whispered, clutching one to your chest like it was your firstborn.

And your ever-loving husband? He just flashed that signature smirk of his, watching you descend into madness. As if he’s actually supporting (more like enabling) you going crazy over these plush toys.

Another week passed, and you found yourself pressing “checkout” on the Coca-Cola Special Set. Then, not even a week passed but in just 3 days, you went full psycho mode, caving in and splurging on all the special edition Labubus – Wings of Fortune, Happy Halloween, Wings of Fantasy, Fall in Wild… and more.

At this point, your soul had left your body, and you refuse to do the math on how much you had spent. And as they say: denial is a healthy coping mechanism.

By the time your birthday (just a week later passed) rolled around, Sukuna dropped the biggest bomb yet and gifted you four entire boxed collections which are all lined up on the dining table, wrapped with a pretty ribbon.

You gasped. “FOUR?!”

Yes, you were losing your mind. You were in Labubu fucking heaven. This was no longer a phase. This was a full-blown lifestyle.

And your husband? He was just watching. Amused. Satisfied. Like a man who had bet on the right horse.

“You’re so gone,” he smirked.

You clutched your new babies and agreeing with him, “I am so gone.”

But you see, there was one problem. Scratch that, four problems.

After all your collections, the only ones missing were the Mega Sketch Labubu 1000% and the elusive secret plushies from all the pendant sets. I mean what are you even gonna hang on your designer bags for next week? Here’s when your true descent into madness began.

As a woman on a mission, you scoured the internet, joined every damn collector’s group to hunt these secrets down. And after an intense bidding war – finally – you secured the three missing secret plushies.

For… a mere $700.

The cherry on top? Once these plushies came, you ended up opening all boxes and inside were fucking Lafufus. The knock-off ones who don’t even look the exact same.

Of course and obviously, you cried. And Sukuna? Oh bless the Gods everywhere, your husband was pissed. Not just the mildly annoyed kind of pissed – it’s the you-are-the-biggest-dumbass-I’ve-ever-married kind of pissed. In short, he was fucking livid.

“Are you kidding me?” He grumbled, rubbing his temples with one hand and the other patting you on the back with you crying for hours now since you opened those damn boxes. “I told you to double-check before buying from random sellers, dumbass.”

“I did check!”

He shot you a look and said, “For someone who triple-checks F1 rumors, you forgot this one time where it involves your money, brat.”

“I panicked!” You wailed. “The seller said it someone else was gonna buy it if I don’t act fast.”

He exhaled, slow and controlled. “You fucking idiot.” And yes, he’s done with your bullshit. For the next two days, he said nothing about Labubus. Which meant you were suffering in silence.

With your husband being him, even after all that, even after your idiotic decision-making, he still went and did what he does best – spoiling you rotten.

On the third day of Labubu silence, you woke up to a giant box sitting in the middle of your living room.

You gasped, scrambling to tear the wrapping open. And there it was, in all its oversized glory – the Mega Sketch Labubu 1000%. And right next to it? Three, small neatly wrapped packages.

Your hands shook as you opened them. And when you did, your soul left your body. Yes, it was that crazy for you.

Inside were the three secret plushies. The real ones!

You turned to look at Sukuna, eyes wide with tears and disbelief. And yes, you’re on your knees, grabbing the couch for support, “You… you did not. No fucking way this is real!”

Sukuna smirked, arms crossed. “Well, I did, baby. And it’s real. And just so I don’t forget, happy belated birthday, dumbass.”

Still can’t believe that all of this is true, your jaw dropped. “I – HOW?! THESE ARE – THEY’RE LIKE – THEY’RE IMPOSSIBLE TO GET??? IT’S SOLD OUT EVERYWHERE!”

“I have my ways.”

You choked on air. “SUKUNA!”

He just shrugged and leaned on the doorway, looking way too pleased with himself. “Figured I’d complete your collection before you go and do something stupid again.”

You threw yourself at him, clinging to him like a koala, tears in your eyes. “You’re the best husband ever, oh my god.”

“Ugh – get off!” He groaned, trying to pry you off him.

“NOPE! NEVER LETTING GO! You love me so much, it’s actually embarrassing for you”

“Tch. As if.”

“You doooo,” you cooed, snuggling closer. “You got me my dream Labubu even though I made the dumbest purchase of my life.”

Sukuna sighed, but his hand was already under your butt and squeezing them. “Yeah, yeah. You’re still a dumbass, brat.”

You pouted. “Rude.”

And so, with your ultimate Labubu collection complete, you swore you were done. No more. This was it. The final haul.

The next week, your doorbell rang. Sukuna frowned as he stared up from his laptop and called for you, “Babe, did you order something again?”

“Nope!”

You ran towards the door and find another large parcel sitting on your doorstep. And yes, you just remembered, you did order something… when you were sulking over that scamming situation.

You brought the box inside and set it in the middle of your living room. With Sukuna who stopped his reading and raised a brow at you. Giggling, you opened the box and yes inside was an entire Space Molly figurine set.

You turned to Sukuna in slow motion.

He just let out a long, suffering sigh, dragging a hand down his face. 

“You’re fucking hopeless.”

“Ehh, you still love me.”

a/n: this was one of the reasons why i was gone for a month or two. i was fucking livid with these damn blind boxes. especially, labubus! but thanks heavens, all my blind boxes were gifted to me and i haven't spent a dime yet on any of these blind boxes... and please... this hasn't been edited nor proofread yet aaaa

[creativewritersposts]

homemade card - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x reader

It's your anniversary and all you wish for is a homemade card from Lando - the most uncreative person in crafting.

warning(s); swearing, maybe grammar errors, fluff / funny

author's note; hope you like it! Have a nice day y'all ♡

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"But why ", Lando pretends to cry.

You chuckle, he's such a drama queen.

"Why aren't you happy? I don't need your money", you're running circles on his back to calm him down.

"I know your last pay slip, I'm pretty sure you could at least try to enjoy that your amazing boyfriend is a rich formula one driver", he shakes his head. You could have anything from him on your anniversary day. A nice dinner, the prettiest jewelry but no- you want a homemade card.

"but it's something special and personal from you, babe", you kids his cheek softly, a little laugh escapes your mouth. You know that Lando is very uncreative - he always was.

"I can't even draw a stick figure!", your boyfriend touches his hair, completely stressed out. You stand up, ready to go to bed, "i know you'll find a way, I love you", you quickly kiss his lips, you have to yawn a few times.

If he only knew that your anniversary present is a photo album full with personal pictures you secretly took of him since you're dating.

"Love you too", Lando tries to smile, thinking how he can make a good looking handmade card in one night without ending in a disaster.

He hasn't forgotten your anniversary - he was just busy and couldn't find a perfect present. He wants you to know he truly adores every inch of you.

So he takes his phone, until he hears a ring and places it on his left ear, "hello?", a familiar voice asks, "i need help", he whines. "Lando it's 11pm", Oscar sounds sleepy.

"I need a homemade card until tomorrow", he's literally sweating. "Take paper and scissors, god damn Lando, good night", and hangs up the phone. Thanks for nothing mate, Lando mutters.

He sighs, thinking what to do now, his niece left some colorful papers and glitter in his living room last week. Thank God.

He takes it, ready to give you the best homemade card you've ever got. Like ever.

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"Lando? Baby?", you're looking for your boyfriend in the kitchen after he wasn't next to you in bed all night. He's sleeping on his kitchen chair, asleep on craft things. It's truly the cutest thing, taking a photo of this scenario.

"Happy anniversary my love", you lovely wake him up after this.

"Huh?", his face is completely covered with pink glitter, until he realizes. "Shit!", jumping up. "your homemade card oh no!", facepalming himself, "it looks like shit now! I'm so sorry", he feels guilty. The card is ruined, only the glitter heart is still there. You have to smile, he's so chaotic - but it's one of the reasons why you love him. He truly tried his best and it's all that matters.

"I love this card", you kiss him again, full of love. "I love you", he responds. "I love you too but please go to shower, you're full of glitter Lando!", you laugh. He looks so ridiculously funny.

"do you want to come with me?", he's smirking, wrapping his arms around you.

[onlyangel4]

picking up the broken pieces. seth rollins. roman reigns. part one.

cheater!seth rollins x reader. roman reigns x reader.

synopsis: after your world turns upside down overnight, roman is there to help you put the pieces back together.

faceclaim: eiza gonzález

part one // part two // part three

authors note: a shorter prologue to the series, so much more to come. no hate at all to seth and becky i love them so much this is just for the plot. this is going to be quite a few parts. do comment if you want to be tagged in this series.

beckylynchwwe posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: i forgot about this pic from last weekend, my day one.

y/ninsta posted a story

written: days off mean going to the gym at 10am instead of 5am, bless those extra five hours to rot in bed

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: five years ago this man finally plucked up the courage to ask me to be his girlfriend. we haven't looked back since, i love you so much

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wwerollins: love you angel

y/ninsta: can't wait for tonight

user1: the best couple in the company

user2: love you both so much

user3: i can't believe it has been five years since they accidentally kissed after that tag match

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wwegossip: guys i hate to break this news to you all but a source reached out to me and sent me these to share with you. seth rollins was spotted out the back of the wwe performance centre with becky lynch, his girlfriend's best friend. this all happened on seth and y/n's 5th anniversary.

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user4: guys what the actual fuck

user5: i was sure y/n and seth were end game

user6: i did find it odd that seth didn't post anything about their anniversary

user7: what the hell is paul heyman doing in the likes

user8: gathering info for the tribal chief

user9: oh poor y/n

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that day had started like any other for roman. he had gotten up early to hit the gym. he had just finished in the gym when he got a text from heyman to tell him that they needed to talk and heyman was on the way to the house.

now that was strange, paul was not the type of man to just invite himself other to roman's house, there had to be something else going on. this was the first inkling that the man had telling him that something must have happened.

when paul arrived he let himself in, owning a key for emergencies. he made his way upstairs and into roman's office knocking at the door before walking inside.

"what is this about paul?", roman asked, his patience was running short. he was all off schedule just because of this impromptu meeting that paul had scheduled between them.

paul looked at roman for a moment, pausing trying to find the right words for what he needed to say.

"rollins"

"you cancelled an interview i had just to talk about rollins"

"not exactly" paul started pulling a folder from out of his bag, sliding it across the table to roman. "these were posted early this morning they are all over social media"

roman took the folder opening carefully, his face fell as he looked at the pages. inside were photos of becky and seth kissing and cuddling. "it was seth and y/n's anniversary last night", paul spoke, "5 years", he added eyes looking down.

y/n. roman had always had a soft spot for you. you may have been dating seth but you were always nothing but nice to him. you spoke to him when others refused to, you always text him on his birthday, you were the only person that text him the day that he lost to cody at wrestlemania, despite your boyfriend being the one to help cody get the win. he always thought of you as kind hearted and sweet. that was why roman's hands were currently tightening around the folder.

he knew seth had a few screws loose but how the fuck could he cheat on you, someone that would have given him the happiest life ever. someone that always felt out of reach for roman. someone perfect.

"where is she?"

"i don't know, reports are that she left their home early this morning when the pictures got leaked."

"where would she go?", roman spoke before thinking out loud, "she has a sister but i don't think she would go there. becky was her best friend", roman was wracking his brain, "charlotte. she has to be at charlotte's"

and with that roman stood to his feet.

"roman wait, she might need some space"

but roman did not hear him, he was already halfway out the door and on his way to you.

[roxoxoxoxy]

Prompt 25 26 and 31 for antonnnnn

You cooked with this one anon, also this is so long and probably had more plot than you wanted, my bad 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Prompt game list

Made this kind of hurt/comfort? Sorta? Reader gives in super fast. Also have you guys seen that clip of Anton's dad talking about how Anton used to sing rewrite the stars in the shower? He's so cute.

Obligatory this will have typos and grammar is a loose concept here.

25- "Do you know what you do to me?" As they press kisses down your stomach.

26- "You're such a pervert.." You mumble, a shy smile curving your lips. "Only for you, mia cara," They mutter kissing your aching breasts.

31- They drop the towel from their waist and crawl onto the bed, caging you. "What are you going to do to me?" You ask, your fingers dancing a trail down his chest.

Minors dni

You consider slamming the door when you enter Antons apartment, making your anger known to him in a way he can't ignore but decide it's ultimately not the best idea. You instead settle on throwing your shoes aggressively on the floor as you change into your slippers, entering the living room to voice your upset at him.....only to see he's not there.

That only serves to piss you off more, he was a no-show on your anniversary date and he's not even at his own apartment? The thought of him ditching you to go hang out with someone else is about to give you a fucking aneurysm when you suddenly hear sounds coming from his bathroom. Getting closer to the door you can hear him singing 'rewrite the stars', if you weren't so mad at him you'd find this cute. Right now it's just annoying.

You take a deep breath, setting down the leftovers from the restaurant you were waiting at him for on the coffee table. You don't even want to call them left overs, you barely touched your food waiting for him to show you. It might as well be take out. You sit down on his couch, silently waiting for him to get out, stewing in your anger.

Anton being Anton he takes an unimaginable amount of time in the shower, by the time he comes out it's already been over thirty minutes and your anger as simmered down into a mix of sadness and exhaustion. The fancy dress you picked out to wear is starting to feel uncomfortable and the feeling of your jewelry against your skin is overstimulating you.

When he finally comes out of the shower he's wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he looks so good with his hair wet and muscles out that you consider forgiving him right then and there, thankfully your self-respect kicks in before you can really commit to that decision.

Anton looks surprised to see you, he's halfway through forming a smile when you see him connect the dots. The way you're dressed, the food on the table, what day it is. His face goes from joy to shock to guilt like he's a cartoon character, it almost makes you laugh.

"oh......shit." he says, voice sounding deflated.

"Yeah." You think about something actually clever and snappy to say back to him but come up with nothing. You're just so upset.

"I set an alarm." He blurts out, looking both awkward and confused at the same time.

"I'm sure you did." You say, sarcastically. The look he gives you almost makes you regret saying that. He looks guilty, with the eyes of a kicked puppy but when you remember what it was like watching the waiter come back to you and ask you over and over if you were ready to order. The staff looked at you with such pity that thinking about it is making you angry all over again.

"I'm sorry" he comes closer to you, reaching to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "I'm so so sorry....what can I do to make it up to you? Please I'll do anything, I love you"

"Yeah I felt pretty loved today." You pull your hands away from his, folding your arms across your chest. Anton kneels Infront of you, his hands on your knee, looking up at you.

"Please don't be like that" Your resolve melts a little, you sigh looking down at him.

"Make it up to me then." Anton raises and eyebrow at the way you phrased that, trying to gauge whether or not you're implying what he thinks you're implying.

"You wanna have sex? Right now? I thought you were mad at me" His tone is teasing, a grin plastered across his face.

"Shut up. You're the one who's basically naked. If you keep teasing me I'll go back to being upset with you" Anton shuts up but he's still had that cocky smile on his face. He reaches to pick you up, princess carrying you to his room. You can't help but get a little flustered at his strength, he didn't even grunt when he picked you up.

He kisses you on the way to his room, giggling against your mouth as you fumble to open his bedroom door without breaking the kiss. After a tad bit more struggling you finally manage to open the door and he sets you down on the bed. He drops the towel from his waist and crawl onto the bed, caging you.

"What are you going to do to me?" You ask, your fingers dancing a trail down his toned chest, taking in his naked body with no shame. He's been working out more recently, he's on a calorie surplus to gain more muscle so his biceps look extra bite-able lately. He has that boyish smile on his face as he watches you admire him, a mix of cocky and bashful.

"Nothing you won't like." He whispers against the skin on your neck before nibbling on it. Your back arches slightly, giving him just enough room to slide his arm under you, pressing you as close against him as he can. He pulls back, pulling off your dress so fast you almost complain about him being too hasty. He cuts you off by slowly kissing down your body, leaving open mouthed desperate kisses down your collarbone.

"You're such a pervert.." You mumble, a shy smile curving your lips.

"Only for you, princess" He mutters, kissing your aching breast. He takes the nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate it, causing small tingles of please to crawl up your body. He uses his hand to squeeze the other breast, massaging it softly before he switches sides. You whine, unintentionally raising your hips.

"Anton...cmon..." You say, you're just short of begging him to keep going to where you need him most. pouting when he giggles at your words.

"Who's the pervert now? Why don't you tell me what you want me to do? Hm?" You roll your eyes, looking away from him.

"You're taking a lot of liberties for someone who missed our anniversary dinner" that seems to shut him up, he bites the inside of his cheek.

"Ah....I should probably save the teasing for another day" you're starting to worry you killed the mood when Anton leans back up to plant a sweet kiss on your mouth, making out with you for a bit until you're out of breath.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He asks, kissing back down your body. "You looked so good in that dress, I'm kicking myself over not being there to admire you at the restaurant. Wish I had time to soak all of you in"

He reaches your thighs, lowering his face to right above your knee, slowly starting to kiss up your inner thigh. His kisses get more messier the closer he gets to your cunt, making you squirm. He uses his hands to hold you down, you can feel him chuckle against you, his breath hot against your skin.

You can't help but think he looks pretty like this, his hair is wet and unstyled, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. You almost start to zone out looking at him when the feeling of lips pecking your clit snaps you out of it. You let out a involuntary whine, reaching down to tangle your hand in his hair as he begins to suck on your clit softly.

"Fuck- Anton that feels so good-" He moans in response, which only intensified the feeling. He moves down, his tongue finding your entrance and pushing in. He brings tongue fucking you, using his hands to hold you down when you start squirming again. He shifts his hands down so they're cupping your ass, lifting you off the bed slightly and pulling back his face.

"Grind against my face." His voice is thick and desperate, voice shaky from trying to catch his breath. "I know how much you like my nose."

You shut him up by pushing his face down again, doing as your told and grinding against him. His nose feels perfect, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit every time you grind on his face. You can't hold back your moans, if your mind wasn't clouded from pleasure you'd be embarrassed by how loud you're being.

"Anton I'm getting close"

He lets out a deliciously loud moan when you say that, the vibrations tipping you over the edge. You squeeze your thighs around his face as you cum, riding out your high by holding his face down. By the time you're done Anton's face is soaked in you. His lips are swollen and his hair is somehow even more of a mess. He licks his lips, not breaking eye contact when he sits up.

"Forgive me yet?" You're still catching your breath but you manage to sit up, reaching down to wrap your hand around Anton's hard cock. It's all red and needy from eating you out, the tip has a drop of precum oozing out of it. Anton can't hold back from hissing at the feeling of your hand, clearly pent up.

"No, i think you still have some making up to do"

This is way longer than I wanted it to be LMAO, any interaction is appreciated.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Sweet revenge

Pairing: Valentin x reader (female)

Authors note: this is me processing the S3E5 of The White Lotus.

Warnings: SMUT 18+. I keep thinking of Valentin as a dom, I don't by his polite smile. Even if I usually enjoy dom reader more, with him it just doesn't work. 😅 So sub/dom vibes, slight degradation, oral m receiving, fingering, p in v

Word Count: 5,4 K

Summary: your marriage is a farce, your husband ignores you, and you are fed up with this mundane existance of being simply unseen until a certain sexy health mentor notices you

“Ready for some yoga, today?” The smile the handsome health mentor beams at you could probably melt an iceberg but it is helpless against your brooding mood. The familiar aroma of fresh coffee hits your nose as you raise the cup to your lips and take a slow, savouring sip, while your eyes wander to the other side of the table.

He’s always busy. Your husband. Even now, sitting within arm’s reach, he’s hidden behind a massive morning newspaper, his only response to your question about visiting the famous Buddhist temple around the corner – a barely audible "Khm." 

You wouldn’t be surprised if his choice of hotel for your second anniversary had been dictated by its strict ban on electronic devices, so that he could perfectly hide himself and keep avoiding you even during breakfast – the only time you actually spend together – buried behind that stupid newspaper.

The thought of enduring another day of yoga, meditation, and stress management sessions makes you want to scream, and you are quite sure even the threat of execution wouldn’t make you sit through it again. No wonder the smile you force onto your face barely holds, drawing a slight furrow of concern from your ever-charming instructor.

“Lady is not feeling well today?” he asks suddenly, and you nearly choke on your coffee. Is it that obvious?

No, you are not feeling well. You fucking hate this stupid hotel. You hate the so-called healthy breakfast, the endless polite smiles and shallow bows.

And most of all, you hate the man sitting across from you, pretending you don’t exist.

“I think I want to do something fun today,” you look up from your coffee cup, watching as the fine steam curls in the bright sunlight, casting a shimmering silver veil over your health mentor and making him look somewhat mysterious. “I think I might skip the yoga.”

You wait. Will there be a reaction from the other side of the newspaper? A word? A glance? Anything?

Nothing. Sometimes, you wonder if he even exists, or if he’s just a phantom conjured by some cruel, unending nightmare.

It had never been about love, that much was clear from the start. This was a deal, a calculated merger between the two wealthiest steel companies, sealed in marriage.

And yet, you had hoped. Even if there was no passion, no fairytale romance, you had hoped the two of you could at least be partners, friends and allies in business and in life.

But it became very quickly painfully obvious that was never on your husband’s agenda. 

The silence from behind the newspaper stretches unbearably long, you exhale slowly, pressing the edge of your cup against your lips. The coffee burns, searing hot—but you barely notice. You’ve learned to love the pain. At least it reminds you that you’re still alive. Sometimes.

“Maybe I’ll visit the temple,” you add, more to yourself than anyone else.

Still nothing.

Valentin, it’s the name of the health mentor, assigned to you by the over caring manager of the hotel, clears his throat, shifting his weight slightly, his mismatched eyes flicking toward you with the kind of polite curiosity he reserves for hesitant guests. “Would you like me to arrange transport?” he asks, his voice smooth, professional.

You shake your head. “No need.”

You don’t want another carefully curated experience, another guide leading you through the motions of enlightenment, you just want something real.

Isn’t that ironic? You had once thought marriage – this marriage – would be the real part of your life. That despite its transactional nature, despite its calculated foundation, you could build something meaningful within its walls.

But walls don’t build themselves and your husband never even picked up a brick.

The rustling of paper draws your attention and for a fleeting second, you think he might actually lower it, might actually speak. Your breath catches.

But no. He merely folds the page, shifts slightly, and continues reading.

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The simple sand road to the monastery isn’t particularly long, but with no shelter from the relentless sun, it feels endless. Sweat clings to your skin, your breath turning shallow as the heat presses down on you, and the journey takes longer than you expected, the afternoon already slipping into its golden haze by the time you reach the base of the massive stone stairs leading to the temple.

A small cloud of dust swirls beneath your foot as you step onto the first stair. You pause, staring at the ancient, timeworn stone beneath you.

Then, you start counting. One. Two. Three.

You need something to anchor yourself, something to focus on, because the last thing you want to do right now is think.

Four. Five. Six.

You don’t want to think about the suffocating silence of your marriage. About the man who sits across from you every morning yet feels a million miles away. About how, somewhere along the way, you’ve started measuring your own existence by the small, sharp edges of pain – hot coffee against your lips, the sting of too-bright sunlight, the ache in your calves as you climb. Or about how you have to force yourself to look away from the perfectly sculpted abdomen of your personal yoga instructor, health mentor, confidence booster, and walking temptation all in one.

You’re sure he says the same flattering lines to all his clients, yet you still can’t stop the slight curl of your lips when he praises your form, marvels at your fitness levels, or sounds genuinely impressed by how well you hold a downward dog.

It’s ridiculous, and yet, for the briefest moment, you almost feel seen.

Twenty. Twenty-one. The numbers pulse in your mind like a prayer and by the time you reach the top, your breath is uneven, your heart hammering against your ribs. You press a palm against your chest, as if to steady something deep inside yourself, then lift your gaze.

The temple stands before you, ancient and unmoving, the air is thick with the scent of incense, a soft curl of smoke drifting from the entrance and monks move silently through the courtyard, their robes whispering against the stone. 

The sight is so starkly different from the artificial luxury of the hotel that for a moment, you hesitate. You don’t belong here. And yet, you’ve never felt more drawn to a place in your life.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll find something here, something real. Something that doesn’t hurt. You take a slow breath, preparing to step forward, when a voice, soft and familiar, halts you in your tracks.

“Skipping yoga and running off to find enlightenment instead?”

Turning slowly, you find Valentin leaning casually against one of the temple’s carved wooden pillars, arms crossed over his chest, an amused glint in his mismatched eyes. 

He looks different. With the stylish light silk shirt, showing off his extremely well built frame,  and black sporty trousers he looks infuriatingly out of place here – too vibrant, too much a reminder of the life you were trying to escape, even if only for a few hours.

You exhale, masking your surprise with a sigh. “Valentin, what are you doing here?”

He tilts his head, as if the answer should be obvious. “Guiding lost souls toward balance and inner peace.” Then, with a small smirk, he adds, “Or at least keeping an eye on the ones who suddenly decide to abandon their wellness retreat without warning.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it. “I needed a break.”

“From what? The relaxation?” His voice is teasing, but something in his gaze lingers too long, as if he sees more than you want him to.

You shift uncomfortably, the last thing you need is for Valentin, your overly attentive, far-too-charming health mentor, to start analyzing you.

“I just wanted to be alone,” you say, more firmly this time.

To your annoyance, he doesn’t look deterred, instead, he takes a step closer. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

The question hangs between you, heavier than it should be, because no, you’re not sure. Not anymore.

You glance toward the temple entrance, where the scent of incense drifts in the warm afternoon air, your imagined refuge, a place of stillness, but now, with Valentin standing here, watching you like he’s waiting for an answer you don’t have, the ground beneath your feet feels anything but steady.

He sighs, tilting his head toward the temple steps. “Come on, then.”

You blink. “What?”

“If you’re going to search for something real, at least let me make sure you don’t pass out on these stairs first.” His smirk softens just slightly. “Consider it part of my job description.”

A reluctant laugh escapes you before you can stop it. Damn him. Still, you hesitate.

Following him means acknowledging the pull between you, the quiet, unspoken thing that has lingered in the spaces between conversations, between his casual touches as he adjusted your posture, between the way he always seemed to notice when you weren’t okay.

But walking away means going back to the emptiness you came from, and you’re not sure you can do that, either.

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The rhythmic thump of bass vibrates through the wooden floorboards, mingling with the crash of waves in the distance, and the air seems thick with the scent of salt and citrus, the heat of the day fading into the electric pulse of the evening.

You sit at the bar, ice clinking in your glass as you swirl the liquid inside. A mojito, Valentin’s choice for you. “Something refreshing,” he had said with that ever-present smirk.

Beside you, he leans back against the bar, one elbow resting on the counter, watching the dance floor with lazy amusement, the half unbuttoned stylish silk shirt reveals his sun-kissed skin and toned forearms. He looks completely at ease here, as if this place, with its neon lights and reckless energy, belongs to him. And maybe it does.

You take a slow sip of your drink, the coolness a sharp contrast to the warmth buzzing beneath your skin. “I thought you were all about health and balance,” you muse, raising a brow at him. “This doesn’t seem very… meditative.”

Valentin laughs, low and easy. “Balance means knowing when to let go.” He gestures toward the dance floor, where people move with uninhibited joy, bodies pressed close, arms lifted to the sky. “Besides, what’s the point of a healthy body if you don’t use it to feel something?”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips, and to your surprise, he suddenly turns toward you. “Come on.”

You blink. “Come on what?”

His grin is pure mischief. “Dance with me.”

You snort. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

Valentin doesn’t argue, he simply takes your hand, your small palm disappearing into his large one and suddenly, you’re not sitting at the bar anymore, you’re being pulled onto the dance floor, the press of bodies and the thrum of music wrapping around you like a second heartbeat.

You open your mouth to protest, but then his hands settle lightly at your waist. 

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice close to your ear. “Just move.”

So you do. At first, it’s awkward, you’re stiff, hesitant, too aware of him, of the heat between you, of the way his fingers press just lightly enough to steer you but firmly enough to keep you close.

But then the music shifts, and something inside you does too, the beat takes over, drowning out everything else – the noise in your head, the weight in your chest, the echo of a marriage that feels like a ghost haunting your every step, and for the first time in longer than you can remember, you don’t think. You just move.

Valentin’s gaze never leaves you, his expression switching between approval, awe and something else, something deeper, dark and intensive, something you’re afraid to name but it makes your skin tingle.

The song changes, but you don’t stop and neither does he.

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His lips are scorching against your skin, taking, demanding, yet somehow just as giving, as every kiss, every flick of his tongue, every sharp inhale between parted lips feels like breathing in life itself, like drawing a fresh breath after eternity of drowning.

You moan as your back meets the wall, it’s so cool against your overheated skin, while Valentin presses his body against yours, his thigh between your legs, spreading them open. 

His name is barely more than a whispered breath against his lips, but he hears it, and the way you say it, so desperate, so wanting, so surrendering, makes him groan into the kiss, as his hands grow restless, tracing the curves of your body. 

His fingers roughly dig into the soft flesh of your hips, and you can’t bite back the moan that claws through you, the raw and unfiltered sound slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

“You like playing games, don’t you?” It’s not really a question, it’s more like a realization, and there is something in Valentin’s voice that makes you shudder.

You know what this is, what it could be, what it will be if you don’t stop now, but you don’t want to stop.

“I do,” you breathe, and the moment the words leave your mouth, Valentin’s hand moves, wrapping around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your pulse stutter.

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, not from pain, not from fear but from the way your body reacts, heat suddenly coiling low in your belly. 

“Then let’s play,” Valentin murmurs and his voice feels like a rustle of silk over steel, sending a shiver down your spine.

Stepping back, Valentin grabs your wrist, and a soft whine escapes you as he withdraws his other hand from your throat, leaving your skin tingling.

Your weary eyes follow his every move as he leads you out of the dimly lit comfort of your villa bedroom, across the courtyard. It isn’t until you reach the villa on the other side that realization dawns, and you suddenly know where he’s taking you.

The massive terrace doors slide open soundlessly, as Valentin releases your hand, stepping inside without the slightest hesitation and heading toward the large, imposing oak desk – the very heart of your husband's domain.

Leaning casually against the sturdy edge, he turns to you, watching and waiting while you hesitate at the threshold. This is his realm, his villa, his study. He always insists on having one, no matter where you travel, it’s his excuse to remain occupied, to bury himself in work, to keep pretending you don’t exist.

Your pulse hammers in your throat, while Valentin keeps watching you in silence.

Slowly you step inside, sliding the heavy glass doors shut behind you, the quiet thud reminding you of a trap snapping closed.

“Onto your knees,” Valentin’s voice reaches you the moment you turn toward him again.

You lift your gaze to meet his, and before your mind can even process what he’s asked, your body obeys and you slide down. Your knees hit the floor, but you almost don’t notice the impact through the haze of anticipation, curling around you like thick smoke.

Valentin’s lips quirk in the faintest hint of satisfaction as he shifts slightly.

“Crawl to me,” he commands and you do, smile tugging on your lips, the smooth wood cool beneath your palms as you move, each shift of your body slow, teasing, testing.

Valentin doesn’t move, doesn’t rush you, he simply watches, leaning against the massive oak desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the surface, he lets you play, lets you draw it out, watching with that quiet, knowing patience that only makes the air between you heavier.

Your gaze drops, landing on the noticeable strain against his trousers, the hard outline pressing insistently, demanding release, and a fresh wave of anticipation rushes through you, mingling with the slow burn already curling in your veins, your knees ache, a beautiful reminder of presence, of being alive and wanted, of the serenity of submission.

You reach him, and his fingers slip into your hair, claiming control, tilting your head up until your eyes find his, and the amusement in his expression is unmistakable.

“Lady enjoys testing limits,” he muses.

Your lips part, a response forming, but he runs his thumb over your lower lip, silencing you before a single word escapes, and a thrill shivers through you, the slow, intoxicating game settling into place.

“You’re not the only one,” Valentin murmurs, his thumb pressing just enough to make you gasp, just enough to remind you of exactly what you both are in this delicious exchange of power.

His free hand moves achingly slow, tracing the curve of your jaw before gliding down your throat, as his fingers linger precisely where they had claimed you before. You swallow hard, and he watches the flutter of your pulse beneath his touch, his lips curving in satisfaction.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” He doesn’t really need to ask, the answer is already written in the way your fingers move, deft and eager, working to free him, in the way your lips part, a greedy moan slipping past them before you even realize you’ve made a sound.

But just as your lips part fully, just as your tongue flicks out, his grip in your hair tightens, not painful, but firm, controlling, and he tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him again.

“Look at you, so eager, so needy,” Valentin muses. “Patience,” he hums. “You wanted to play. So let’s play.”

A flush burns through you, the heat in your belly growing with each passing moment, you close your eyes, your nails dig lightly into the fabric of his trousers, a silent plea. He chuckles, low and indulgent, thumb swiping over your lip again, smearing the moisture left behind by your tongue.

Valentin finally releases the tension in his grip, just enough to let you move, to let you take what you’ve been craving and you don’t hesitate, your tongue flicks over the tip of his cock while your fingers wrap around him, and the sharp breath he draws is like music to your ears. 

“Good,” he murmurs, his voice huskier now, and you glance up at him, drinking in the sight – his tousled dark hair, the sharp angles of his face, the way his mismatched eyes flicker with something dangerously close to ruin, but he’s still composed, still in control.

That won’t do, with a teasing slowness, you drag your lips over his length, just barely touching, just enough to make his fingers tighten in your hair again, his other hand gripping the edge of the desk behind him.

A flicker of frustration crosses his face. Good. You like it. Your tongue flicks over him again, featherlight, and his grip jerks, his hips shifting forward just slightly.

A breathy chuckle escapes you. “I thought you said patience?” 

His eyes darken.

“I did.” Valentin agrees, his voice impossibly smooth. Then, before you can react, his hand tightens. “But patience,” he whispers, “is something I teach, not something I practice.”

He pulls you closer, and the next moment his cock fills your mouth, stretching you, pushing past your lips until the burn at the corners of your mouth becomes a delicious ache. He’s big, thick and heavy on your tongue, and you can do nothing but take it – let him guide you, move you, use you because there is nothing more intoxicating than surrendering to someone who knows exactly how to wield power.

His first thrust is slow, measured, testing your limits, then another, deeper this time, until he finds the perfect rhythm, until your body learns to follow his lead.

Your only response is a low hum around his length, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. You don’t dare to stop him, you don’t want to stop him. The ache in your knees, the burning stretch of your lips, it all blends into the dizzying pleasure wrapping around you like a thick fog, pulling you under, making you pliant, making you his.

Saliva spills from your lips, dripping down your chin as you take him deeper, bobbing your head along his length, the slick, obscene sounds filling the room, and your fingers dig harder into his thighs, nails pressing into firm muscle as you hold on, as you let him use you.

Then it happens – the first raw, unrestrained moan slips from his lips, rough and unexpected, and in the same moment a rush of satisfaction surges through you, making your limbs tremble as pleasure pulses through you.

You’ve undone him, even if only for a moment, and God, it’s the sweetest kind of victory.

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Valentin watches you, completely absorbed in the way you give yourself over to him, the way you need him. 

He has seen loneliness in many forms – restless indulgence, desperate validation, quiet self-destruction – but yours is something else entirely. It’s not the loneliness of someone abandoned, not the aching void of someone craving affection, it’s the loneliness of a woman unseen, of someone who exists in the periphery of her own life, a shadow in the grand, empty spaces your husband refuses to fill.

And now, here you are, on your knees before him, surrendering, not for him, not even for pleasure itself, but for the feeling of being claimed, of belonging to something.

You don’t even realize how much he understands, how much he wants to give you this, not just the rawness, not just the sharp edges of control and surrender, but the pleasure – the real escape.

Every unrestrained sound that escapes your lips, every shudder that runs through your body, every moan that vibrates against his cock – it’s all a silent plea for oblivion, for something that makes you forget, and he’ll give it to you.

His grip tightens in your hair, just enough to remind you that you’re not lost, that you are here, you’re his in this moment, and you’re going to take everything he gives you.

He forces himself to breathe through the heat coiling in his gut, the heady mixture of control and restraint pushing him slowly to the edge, but he won’t let go first, not until you do, not until you have got what you crave for.

"I know you can take more. Don't hold back, sweetheart," Valentin’s voice is still smooth, but there’s something raw beneath it, something unraveling.

His head tips back as you take him deeper, swallowing around him, forcing yourself to relax, to ignore the way your throat tightens whenever his tip grazes too far. You feel his fingers tense in your hair, his breath turning uneven, his control fraying at the edges, you feel the slight twitch of his cock inside your mouth, the way his grip tightens just a fraction more. He’s close, so close you can almost taste the victory.

But just as the triumph starts to settle in your chest, just as you think you’ve won this game, Valentin moves, his grip suddenly becoming unyielding as he pulls you off him.

A gasp rips from your lips as your head tilts back, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you to his cock, your breath is ragged, your lips swollen, the loss of him sudden and jarring, as your eyes flick up, searching his.

His chest rises and falls with controlled breaths, his jaw tight, his fingers still buried in your hair, holding you in place. 

“You thought I’d let you win that easily?” he murmurs, and your stomach tightens.

Of course, it would have been too easy, but it’s not over, and you feel the slight tinge of excitement back in your shaking limbs.

Valentin releases your hair slowly, tracing his fingers down your cheek, tilting your chin up so you’re looking only at him.

“Get up,” he orders, and your legs shake as you obey, rising to your feet, anticipation thrumming through every inch of you.

His eyes never leave yours as he steps aside the heavy oak desk, his palm smoothing over the polished surface before he gestures to it with a slow, knowing smile.

“Now,” he breathes, the words sinking into your skin, into your bones, “Bend over.”

Your breath is shallow, pulse hammering in your throat as Valentin watches you. You should hesitate, should second-guess this, but you don’t, there is something in his voice, in the quiet certainty of his presence, that makes you want to obey.

Your palms meet the smooth, polished surface of the desk as you lean forward, the cool wood welcoming your body, humming with anticipation, your heartbeat a steady drum in your ears.

Behind you, Valentin doesn’t move right away, he takes his time. You hear the subtle shift of his breath, the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusts, as he watches, you can feel his gaze sweeping over you, mapping your curves, taking in every shallow breath you take, and it’s almost unbearable, this waiting, this cruel stretch of silence he’s using to unravel you even further.

His hands reach you first, slow, teasing, fingertips ghosting over the small of your back, trailing lower, skimming the curve of your hips before hooking beneath your silk underwear as he pushes the fabric up, peeling it away, baring your ass to him inch by inch.

A shiver ripples through you, and he notices, of course, he does.

“You’re trembling,” he muses.

You swallow hard. “You like that?”

A low chuckle: “Oh, I love that.”

His palm slides up your spine, fingers splaying, pressing you further into the desk, you inhale sharply, the sheer presence of him behind you, surrounding you, making you dizzy, and then – nothing, his touch disappears, the absence of it sharp, almost aching.

You shift slightly, seeking it back, but he tuts softly. “So impatient,” he murmurs, dragging a single finger down your back, and you can't help but whine in frustration or need, or something between the two.

Valentin leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I told you, sweetheart…,” his hand on your back gets heavy, a sharp contrast to the featherlight touch before, “this is my game.”

You cry out as his palm cracks against the soft flesh of your ass, the sharp sting blooming into heat, the sound echoes through the dimly lit study, swallowed by the thick walls.

His other hand presses you firmly against the rough surface of the desk, holding you exactly where he wants you, where you need to be.

"Beautiful," Valentin murmurs, his voice like molten honey, seeping into your dizzy consciousness, while his fingers trace over the mark he’s left, soothing, teasing, before his palm lifts again.

You barely have a second to brace yourself before he strikes once more, the jolt of sensation makes your body tense, your fingers curling against the edge of the desk, a whimper escaping your lips, not just from the sting, but from the sheer intensity of it all, from the way he makes you feel owned without ever needing to say the words.

"Good girl," he praises, his hand lingering, squeezing your buttocks. "I knew you'd take it so well."

A shiver rolls through you at his words, at the quiet, knowing amusement in his tone, as if he’s been waiting for this, as if he knew from the moment he first saw you that you’d come undone for him like this.

Valentin hums in satisfaction, his fingers trailing lower, teasing, ghosting over your folds before dipping into your slick, aching core, and a sharp gasp escapes you, your body instinctively pressing into his touch, craving more.

“You’re drenched,” he muses, dragging his fingers through your arousal, spreading it, playing with it. “I think you like this more than you’re willing to admit.”

He leans forward, his body a solid wall of heat against your burning ass and back, his lips graze your ear. "Tell me how much you like it."

It’s not a request, your breath shudders as you turn your head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of him through hooded eyes. "I…" you swallow, your voice breaking on the admission. "I love it."

A moan slips past your lips, unbidden, as his fingers start moving in and out of you.

"Let’s see just how much more you can take," Valentin’s voice reaches you as if from a dream – distant, intoxicating, pulling you deeper as his hand comes down again, heavy, punishing, liberating, the sharp smack echoing through the room and this time, you don’t even try to stifle the moan that rips through you. 

Valentin’s fingers start to work you open, drawing you under in that beautiful space where the world outside this moment fades, dissolving into nothing but the pure sensation of his touch, his voice, the way your body responds without hesitation, without thought.

His other hand slides up your body, wrapping around your throat, his fingers pressing into your flesh as he holds you down against the table, making your pulse race and your head swim, and soon there is nothing else left, just the heat coiling in your core, your walls clenching around his fingers, and his grip making your body melt. The edges of reality blur and your mind floats, you are weightless and you are his.

The pleasure is thick, dizzying, curling around you like a cool, silken cloud and you barely register the sounds falling from your lips – moans, pleas, shameless whimpers – but Valentin does.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone full of satisfaction. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

You buck your hips against his hand incapable of speech, you don’t care anymore, there’s no holding back, no shame, just raw, consuming need.

And he loves it, he presses deeper, stretching you, teasing you until you're trembling, whining mess before him. Suddenly without a warning he pulls his fingers away, leaving you empty, desperate, and a frustrated whine escapes your lips, but before you can beg, before you can even catch your breath, you feel it. 

The head of his cock, thick and hard, is pressing against your soaked entrance.

“Breathe,” he commands, voice smooth, firm, the last tether keeping you connected to this world. “Take me.”

And then he thrusts, a cry rips from your throat, pleasure blooming so violently it borders on pain, as he fills you completely, stretching you to the point of perfect ruin, and you can do nothing but take it.

He doesn’t start slow, doesn’t ease you into it, he fucks you relentlessly, unyielding, thrusting into you with a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving you harder against the edge of the desk. 

The wood bites into your soft skin, a dull ache mixing with the overwhelming pleasure, blurring the lines between pain and bliss, and the room is filled with the sound of the sharp slap of skin against skin, your desperate moans, the rough scrape of the desk beneath you as it all melts together into something filthy, something primal, something beyond anything you’ve ever felt before and you never want it to stop.

You don’t hold back, you can’t, your moans grow louder, shameless, broken, echoing through the study. You want him to hear, you want everyone to hear.

And then, something shifts, a flicker of movement catches your eye, a presence just beyond the edge of your bliss-drunk haze, and your gaze drags toward the doors where you see him – your husband, standing there, watching.

His expression is full of surprise and something else, something you had never seen before, your eyes drop lover to his hand wrapped around his rock hard cock, tugging violently at it while his gaze remains glued to the sight of Valentin ruining you.

The shock should snap you out of this haze, should send you spiraling into shame, into panic, but it doesn’t.

It’s the first time you see him like this – silent, desperate, weak and wanting, it’s the first time you feel you have the power, you are finally seen, you unravel him.

Valentin groans, his rhythm faltering as he feels you tighten around him, your body clenching down, dragging him closer to the edge, and he leans over you.

“Look at you,” he rasps. “My perfect lady. My queen. Falling apart so beautifully for me.”

Without warning Valentin yanks you upright, your back flush against his chest as he drives into you, his hand still around your throat, as his tongue flickers against the shell of your ear. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Let him watch what he’s missed… what he doesn’t deserve.”

That’s all it takes, pleasure surges through you, hot, electric, overwhelming, ripping through you before you can even brace yourself for it as you shatter with a cry, your core seizing around Valentin, every nerve igniting as bliss detonates in violent waves, white-hot and endless.

You sob through your climax, your hands scrambling against the edge of the desk for support, your mind utterly lost to it. 

Valentin’s thrusts grow even rougher, deeper, pushing you through the aftershock, using you for his own pleasure now, but you don’t care, because as you come undone, as your body trembles and your cries fill the air, you keep your gaze locked on your husband, standing there, watching, completely powerless.

You never imagined revenge could be this sweet.

[jan-ala]

We keep getting Adventure because it's about growing up, and childhood, and on the 20th and 25th anniversaries, we've grown up. It's an intense thing that the other series can't pull off--not even 02 could because 02 isn't about the same things.

They literally did announce a new non-Adventure series in this same showcase : Digimon Beatbreak.

Both Xros Wars and Savers are dubbed in English, they aired on Disney XD or something in the US. It's just the new new stuff that's not dubbed. But, like, Ghost Game didn't even get a blu ray release so I wouldn't count on big investments in anime. I also don't think they've ever dubbed their own series? Saiban, Disney, Diskotek. I'd beg Crunchyroll lol, since they've been the international distributor, but I wouldn't count on it.

Tamers specifically I think would be hard to make a good sequel for. What's it about? Really personal things that each character kind of overcame. Gender roles, ego, sibling roles, death of a family, more broadly children taking over the future (of the web) left by adults. How do you make a movie that calls on these things 20 years later? These were personal problems they overcame as a children, they're presumably completely different people now with completely different problems. At a certain point, you're just asking for updated character designs.

If anything, I could see a Savers rehash next. It's extremely popular in Japan (for good reason!!!!), it's just that Frontier straight up killed Digimon internationally. There's a lot you could do with history repeating itself, with Daimon playing his father's role in the original and his sister maybe being the lead? idk. I doubt we'd get this either with its lack of popularity abroad.

Digimon Anime's website has published details about DIGIMON ADVENTURE BEYOND in Japanese.

Apart from an official summary and cast and staff details, they have also shared the idea behind how this PV came to be.

Here is my translation of everything posted on the website. As we don't have an official translation yet, I request you to source back to this post when making references so that anyone can take up their issues/doubts about the translation with me directly and not spread misinformation in the fandom!

Summary: With time having passed since that fateful summer adventure, the appearance of (chosen) children with partner Digimon is steadily on the increase. However, because of their special characteristics, these children are now being persecuted and targeted for military use, casting a negative shadow over them. When Taichi and Yamato are engaged in a rescue mission for one such child, a mysterious Digimon ambushes them…

The Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’, which was shown at Digimon Con 2025, is now available worldwide on the Digimon Official Channel!

This short movie is a cut-out PV from the last episode of Digimon Adventure 02, featuring scenes from the 25 years later portion that were never depicted in the version that aired. In the video, characters from ‘Digimon Adventure’ and ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ can be seen all grown up, depicted in new designs which is a must-see for every fan!

In addition, ‘brave heart-DIGIMON Animation 25th Arrange ver!', the track used in the PV was also played for the first time. The track 'brave heart' from Digimon Adventure enhanced the evolution sequences in the anime with its melody, and was now rearranged specially for this PV.

The PV is directed by Hiroyuki Kakudo, series director for Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Director Kakudo worked on the planning, storyboards and direction of this PV keeping in mind the story of Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Character designer for this work is Rie Nishimura, who was the chief animation director for DIGIMON ADVENTURE 02 THE BEGINNING.

We have prepared this project as an appreciation for all the ‘children’ who have stayed with us through our adventures. We hope you watch Digimon Adventure-BEYOND while reminiscing about those adventure filled memories of summer. We are also planning to release the backstory of Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’!

Please look forward to it!

Digimon Adventure-BEYOND Film Info

Staff

Director: Hiroyuki Kakudo ( ‘Digimon Adventure’, ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ series director)

Character Design: Rie Nishimura (Chief Animation Director, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING)

Animation Production: Yumeta Company (Digimon Adventure LAST EVOLUTION Kizuna, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING), etc.

Production: Toei Animation

Cast

Taichi Yagami - Natsuku Hanae Yamato Ishida - Yoshimasa Hosoya Iori Hida - Yoshitaka Yamaya Agumon- Chika Sakamoto Gabumon- Mayumi Yamaguchi Armadimon- Megumi Urawa Takeru Takaishi- Hiroaki Hirata Patamon- Matsumoto Miwa

Takeru's original Digimon Adventure 02 VA, Yamamoto Taisuke lent his voice for the dialogues during the flashback as well but he remains uncredited most likely due to his retirement from the field. Instead they have credited Hiroaki Hirata (Narrator, Hiroaki Ishida in Digimon Adventure) for his narration as adult Takeru.

[bcacstuff]

On the MPC fb someone who went to a signing said they asked Alex and he responded saying if Sam’s schedule allows it they’d do a gala but it wasn’t locked in. Unfortunately on their 10th anniversary I think there won’t be one. Which is pretty shitty tbh. Why carry on about it being a decade and then not celebrate it?

I do get that Sam's schedule is a key point here, but it's also BS tbh. First of, I've been involved in organizing many events where people all over the world are involved or attend. First thing you do is you get a location and a date, you can have an option on it but its not like you can cancel a location a few months before, or hire it a few months upfront. Having a location and a date is the thing you have at the minimum 6+ months upfront set.

We see Sam only had obligations in NYC for promo of TCND. The rest as of then is all for his own business, that booze tour was all planned by themselves. He's been weeks now in LA and Mexico doing what exactly? I mean, if he has a new project coming, he will know several months upfront and not last minute right? How is it possible they couldn't have anything locked in on the agenda for MPC and a gala like in May or beginning June? He could plan his marathon end of April, and he can't lock a weekend for MPC around the same time?

And last but not least, this one you talk about asked at a signing right to his face and got this answer. Why are people in the group who asked left in the dark? Need to hear it from someone who asked at the signing and not from the leaders themself? Not even a 'we can not tell you right now' or any answer. I mean, it's simply decency in such a group community to at least say, we come back later on it, we're not sure yet. At least act as if you care, even if you don't.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Headcanons! - Sang-Woo

Character: Sang-woo X fem!reader

Summary: Headcanons!

Warnings: noneeee

1. Sang-Woo is the kind of guy who secretly takes mental notes of all the little things you like—your favorite coffee, the books you enjoy, the songs that make you smile—and surprises you with them when you least expect it.

2. He’s a bit of a perfectionist, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but let little things slide—like when you leave your clothes on the floor, he just picks them up with a sigh and a fond smile.

3. Sang-Woo will never admit it, but when he’s stressed, he’ll find a quiet moment to play with your hair, running his fingers through it while you relax. It’s his secret way of unwinding.

4. He has a hidden stash of handwritten letters he’s never shown you, little notes he’s written over time, mostly about his feelings for you. He keeps them tucked away because he’s too shy to share them, but sometimes he’ll leave one in a place where you’ll find it when he’s not around.

5. Sang-Woo loves playing mind games with you, but in a playful way—like challenging you to games of chess, Scrabble, or even simple logic puzzles just to see who can outsmart the other, with the winner always getting a reward (like a kiss or a small treat).

6. He has a surprisingly romantic side that he doesn’t let many see—on anniversaries, he’ll surprise you with a private dinner, carefully planned out with all your favorite foods, and he’ll open up in a way that leaves you speechless.

7. If you’re ever feeling insecure, he’ll turn it into a challenge, telling you that no one else in the world could handle him, and that’s why you’re the perfect match. It’s his way of reassuring you without being overly emotional.

8. Sang-Woo’s the type to show affection in little, subtle ways—like brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear when you’re focused on something or making sure you’ve got your jacket zipped up just right before heading outside.

9. He loves taking you out on unexpected adventures, whether it’s a spontaneous road trip to a nearby town or getting lost together in the middle of a park, all to make memories where the two of you are just together and enjoying each other’s company.

10. When it’s quiet and you’re both relaxing, he might pull you closer without saying anything, just to be near you, but he’ll make it sound casual like, “You’re in my space, but I don’t mind.”

11. Sang-Woo secretly loves surprising you with his cooking skills, even if it’s something simple. He'll cook a meal from scratch, but he won’t tell you until it’s on the table—watching your face light up when you realize he did all the work is his favorite part.

12. He'll come up with weird, off-the-wall nicknames for you, only to later pretend it was a joke—things like “champion of my heart” or “my genius,” and then act all embarrassed when you call him out on it.

13. When he’s frustrated, he won’t vent about it, but instead will give you a smirk and say, “Can you make me laugh? It’s the only thing that’ll make this day better.” He just wants to hear you laugh to make everything feel lighter.

14. He likes quiet mornings, when it’s just the two of you, a cup of coffee, and soft music in the background. He’ll listen to you talk about your dreams or random thoughts, making mental notes of things he never wants to forget.

15. Sang-Woo gets ridiculously protective of you without realizing it—he’ll act casual, but when someone talks to you for too long or gets too close, he’ll subtly stand in your line of sight, always ensuring you feel safe and prioritized.

16. When you’re feeling sad or unsure, he has a way of pulling you into his world with words. He’ll tell you stories about the past, making light of his struggles, all to remind you that you’re strong together—and that he’s got your back.

17. On days when he knows you need some personal space, he’ll retreat to his office or corner of the room with a book or something to do, but he’ll always leave the door open, just in case you need him.

18. Sang-Woo has a small habit of testing out new things with you—like suggesting a new activity or a new type of food—just so he can gauge your reaction and see if you enjoy it. It’s his way of learning even more about you and sharing something new together.

19. He likes the feeling of taking care of you, but he won’t say it aloud. Instead, he’ll make sure your car is gassed up, or your favorite snacks are stocked, or that the house is warm when you come home. It’s his way of saying he’s thinking of you.

20. Despite being reserved, Sang-Woo loves the idea of having a shared playlist. He’ll slip songs into it that remind him of special moments you’ve shared, and you’ll eventually realize the playlist has its own little narrative of your relationship.

🫐🍏🍅

[egophiliac]

Sorry for the advice you didn't ask for, but if you're strugfling with pulls and REALLY can't decide between the two, Grim might not have a rerun (because as far as I remember, his platinum card didn't, but maybe it was because it was a one time thing) and Silver might (I think all the dream cards did?? I can't imagine they wouldn't but who knows.) These aren't good arguments but honestly the main thing is which card you would be MOST upset about missing. Which is probably both, but something I do is pretend like I'm going to take advice from someone. Then when they pick, I change and try to think of whether I'm disappointed or not. And if you can't tell, try the other way and compare the level of disappointment. Sorry if this is confusing and unneeded, I just feel strongly for other ftp people 😭 Of course there's always the option of sacrificing another device's storage to make an an account and wait like a year. lol. I mean atp it's not a bad idea I think?? Anyway I wish you tremendous luck and also transfer all of mine to you 🙏🙏🙏

thank you, I think I did ultimately need to just...sit down and figure out which one my heart was calling to! as the saying goes, flip a coin and you'll know which outcome you want before it lands. 🤷 (I'm pretty sure Blazin' Hot Grim will get a rerun though next year! they were very upfront about Platinum Grim being a one-time only thing for the 100th anniversary, so the fact that they didn't say anything like that this time makes me think we'll get another chance at him eventually!)

anyway it's probably not a surprise to anyone who I ended up going for. but I do now have a very shiny new metallic boy. :)

he waited until the pity mark, because of course he did. which means, uhhh, well.

they really are gonna drop a fluffy bunny Malleus on me next month, aren't they. ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

well, anyway, that's my gacha luck used up for now, so let me pass it on to everyone who's still working on their pulls! whether you're deep in the anniversary/episode 7 finale vortex, or going on a happy little shopping frolic with Vil, BRING THOSE BOYS HOME 🤞🤞

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Fam, we need to take our “shippers goggles” off and accept that “blood binding theory” is wishful thinking from our part, and the interactions between Sauron and Galadriel are over in RoP. She’s now the Lady of Light, but I keep hearing conflicting reports about her next moves.

Anyway, “blood binding theory” is very sexist and doesn’t even make sense. Sauron stabbed Galadriel with the crown because it looked cooler on-screen than using the damn sword. Stabbing with swords is so cliche… I agree. If you want to create visual impact, use a crown. Sauron carried that thing around because it looks cool. “Cool” is how low the bar is on this show, apparently, and everything is meaningless. We are embracing nihilism with Tolkien estate seal of approval.

Blood on the same spikes of the crown? We are completely delusional. This just looks cool. It’s called cinematography.

There is no parallel here, stop saying there is.

Same black veins? Again, it’s aesthetics, people.

The callback to “The Hobbit” is just a Easter Egg, doesn’t mean anything.

Why are the showrunners comparing this wound to Frodo’s Morgul blade wound? A wound that never fully healed and left him sick every year on its anniversary? It’s called marketing and baiting, people. They are like Sauron deceiving us all.

Expect when they say this shot is just a “cool effect”. There they are speaking the truth. Because reasons.

Galadriel just needs to put some ice on it and she’s good as new. These magic rings are the Chuck Norris of rings, they heal everything. Next season, she won’t even have a scratch.

What’s the point of introducing a plot to have it resolved in the next scene? It’s cool and the writers aren’t that good, according to some people. Galadriel gets stabbed to be healed because they need to explain how Elrond was able to heal Frodo in the LOTR trilogy. There’s your not-at-all sexist explanation. Absolutely delusional to think any of this has anything to do with Galadriel herself. And everyone knows season finales don’t set up the next season.

Oh well, we’ll always have fanfiction, which is what this theory is. There’s absolutely no evidence any of this is a possibility. Next season will destroy this theory. Sauron will wage war on the Elves, but Galadriel won’t care about any of that, she’ll go lock herself in Lothlórien with the hubby, barefoot and pregnant, completely cut off from the main action because that’s what audiences want to see in the 21th century. Or she’ll get together with her BFF but will be somewhere else? I don’t know. The point is she can’t interact with Sauron anymore.

[onboardsorasora]

This is an extra special chapter that I wrote for @chaosinstigator :)))) Happy Birthday Joey <3

Part 1 | Part 20 | Part 21

The day started out like any other.

Little Daniel woke Max up by climbing into his bed and snuggling under the sheets– wiggling to get comfortable. Then he whispered his thoughts to keep himself company until Max woke up. Sometimes Max woke up to hearing stories of the dreams Little Daniel had and other times he would hear Little Daniel’s thoughts on what they should do that day. 

Max found it cute as hell.

This morning, Little Daniel had been whispering about racing and watching the cats race each other. Max didn’t question it. He’d taken his small charge to the kitchen and set him up with his preferred breakfast of pancakes and cut fruit. 

While Little Daniel ate and watched tv, Max did his morning workout. 

The day was just like every other; he had a few calls to make, a meeting to take and some streaming time scheduled. Except

“Maxshy it’s Jimmy and Sassy’s birthday!” 

Little Daniel looked up at him expectantly while Max drank his premade shake, raising a brow. 

“What did you say Daniel?” Max was sure he heard wrong.

“It's Jimmy and Sassy’s birthday! We have to celebrate!” Little Daniel insisted, delaying eating a syrupy pancake to gift Max with an imploring stare.

“Are you joking around? How do you know?” Max felt the words slip out, he was sure he’d remember his cats’ birthdays, or rather the anniversary of the day he got them.

“No Maxy I not lying! My pants aren’t on fire! See!” Little Daniel pointed to his shorts before grinning widely up at Max, the scrunch in his nose let Max know that he knew he was being cheeky.

Max tickled his side in response, Little Daniel’s giggles perfumed the air.

“Since you’re a smartypants, how do you know it's their birthday?” Max fluffed Little Daniel’s curls, encouraging him to eat his breakfast.

“It's on the cal..calmender.” Little Daniel pointed to the RedBull Advertising calendar that featured a different RedBull sponsored sport for each month that Daniel had been gag-gifting him yearly at this point. Max didn’t even know where he got them from. 

When Daniel had originally given it to him, it was alongside a joke that he can have other sports in his flat and not just F1. Max had shrugged and used it to circle all his important dates– his mom’s birthday, Victoria’s, Luka’s, etc. Daniel had cheekily circled his own and Max had rolled his eyes at him.

Now, whenever he got a new calendar, all of his important dates are pre-highlighted by Daniel, including Jimmy and Sassy’s ‘Gotcha Day’. 

Max looked over to where the calendar had pride of place beside the fridge– where he’d been teaching Little Daniel to read it just last week. He’d stood him on one of the dining tables and they went through the months of the year and days of the week together. Max had read that it was best to do things with Exchanged people that you would regularly do with people at their exchanged age– so Max had gotten a bunch of fun educational books and toys. Just in case.

And there on today’s date was a poorly drawn cat face with Daniel’s curling handwriting. He looked back at his Little charge to see an achingly familiar shit eating ‘I’m right’ grin. Max conceded.

“Well what do you want to do today for them?” Max asked, already mentally shifting around his meetings– Christian would have to understand.

“We have to bake dem a cake! And get a toy!” Little Daniel listed off on his sticky fingers, “and ballwoons. We should have a paahhty.”

“Ok, we can call the bakery and order one–”

“Nooooo!” Little Daniel looked the most upset Max had ever seen him since the first day he Exchanged. “Mummy wummy always baked da cake. It’s so we know she loves us!” He insisted, “Jimmy and Sassy need to know we lub dem!”

Max nodded with a mental sigh, already knowing not to argue with Daniel’s logic in any form.

He couldn’t remember the last time he baked, well anything. He hoped there was a quick and easy option to all of this. He didn’t want to disappoint Little Daniel with his baking ineptitude. He figured a call to Grace was in order and maybe to his mom as well. He would need all the help he could get.

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One call to Grace where she spent half of it giggling at his plight and cooing at Little Daniel later.

One similar call to Sophie who tagged in Vic and they both spent most of the call making faces with Little Daniel rather than being of actual help to him.

And one quick trip to the grocery store because delivery would have taken too long, later.

Max watched as Little Daniel excitedly carried his tote bag of ingredients into the kitchen, the sprinkles and frosting he eagerly chose would be perfect to hide all the imperfections to come in the cake.

Jimmy wound his body around Little Daniel as he walked, curiously sniffing all the new scents. Sassy watched from her perch on the back of the couch. 

“Exhcuze mee Jimmy!” Little Daniel lifted his bag away from the curious nose, his grin was wide. He was positively wiggling with his excitement at being able to help make the cake. 

Max accepted his little bag and lifted Little Daniel to stand on the chair he’d pulled up to the countertop. They washed their hands and Max tickled Little Daniel’s side while he wiped his fingers dry.

“Remember to stay on the chair ok Daniel, you pinky promised.” Max reminded and smiled when Little Daniel nodded solemnly.

Max arranged their ingredients, measuring out the amounts of oil, water and other things. 

“What does glu..ten free mean?” Little Daniel asked, reading the label on their cake mix box.

“It’s so little badger tummies don’t hurt.” Max said with a smile, Little Daniel beamed up at him.

“I’m a little badger! My tummies won’t hurt!” He rubbed his tummy for emphasis and laughed.

All in all, making the cake didn’t go as terribly as Max had anticipated. Sure there was a thing with the mixer and the flour going everywhere, but it made Little Daniel cackle with glee so Max figured it wasn’t so bad.

He got the cupcakes in the oven– because Grace told him that cupcakes were easier to decorate than a whole cake. And it was easier to tell when Little Daniel was sneaking pieces. He was a known cake stealer apparently, Max could see the eager glint in his honey brown eyes. He was going to have to watch him closely.

While the cupcakes baked, Max shooed Little Daniel into the living room and cleaned up. 

Charles and Lando showed up with balloons and a few decorations which immediately caught Little Daniel’s attention. He was running around the flat playing. Max looked up at his Super Excited ScreamTM to see Little Daniel hugging something to his chest while Charles smiled his Superior Smile That Max HatedTM.

“I’m staying out of it.” Lando called, petting Jimmy who curled in his lap. 

“Maxshy look what Shhaaarrlll gave me!” Little Daniel ran full tilt into the kitchen, his big grin was so infectious that Max could almost ignore the mini Ferrari race suit in his hands. 

“Oh wow! Did you say thank you?” Max found himself saying, it felt like an automatic response he’d heard Victoria use. He knelt to Little Daniel’s level and glared over his head at Charles who looked like the cat who got the cream.

“Shaaarrllllll Tank youuu!!” Little Daniel yelled with glee. Max could feel the excitement zapping through him.

“You should show Jimmy and Sassy their new toys so they don’t feel left out.” Max suggested and Little Daniel gasped at the idea. Then he was off, grabbing the toys they’d gotten at the shops and running to find the two feline troublemakers.

“I think he likes it.” Charles grinned, “you can’t go hiding it mate, we all know he got it now.”

Max made a face and Lando laughed. It was fine, he would figure something out.

Thankfully the race suit was forgotten when the cupcakes came out of the oven. Little Daniel demanded everyone decorate and Max couldn’t hold onto his anger– not when he watched Little Daniel try to be sneaky and steal bits of cupcake. Max let him get away with a couple pieces before he started tickling him in response. 

The cupcakes were decorated as one would expect from three formula 1 drivers with not one artistic bone in their bodies and a 5 year old who wanted to eat the frosting more than use it. Little Daniel insisted on singing the happy birthday song, even as Sassy ran away the moment they started singing.

All in all, Max thought it was a good day. Even if Charles put Little Daniel in the race suit and he insisted on sleeping in it.

Max took comfort in the fact that at least he was clutching the Max pillow while he slept that night.

[kitbunnyroo]

on a date with android boyfriend!!

android boyfriend taking you on your first anniversary date and making sure to do thorough research several months in advance. through the years he's spent with you he easily knows your favourite meals and how you like them cooked, so he's searching every accessible database to find the closest match...when none comes up perfect enough for him? he opts instead to find a nice secluded spot. (let's pretend he bought a car for the sake of the plot)

you spend the entire day not knowing what to expect. after dating humans who either put in zero or bare assed their anniversary efforts, and now having one with what's become your own personalized android and boyfriend?? the possibilities were quite literally endless. him acting normally didn't help either. "The weather sure is nice today...." usually this means you want to go out, he knows this, yet he doesn't budge from re-sorting the cabinets after you did some rummaging a few days prior, "I suppose it is. If you are trying to hint at our anniversary, I am aware that it's today, just so you know." despite the monotonous reply you could've sworn there was some sass. but this just tells you that he's got something planned. might as well wait and see what happens....

when the evening came around you had more or less lost hope, thinking that some things were lost on the concept of relationships and that you were wrong for thinking otherwise, so you're not at all anticipating anything when he says he's taking you for a drive. probably a quick grocery run for dinner, right? what you don't notice is that he's already secured baskets in the trunk. as usual he holds the passenger seat open for you and gently closes the door once you're settled in. only then does he make his way to the driver's side and starts up the car, and you're off to who knows where.

it's a serene drive due to the fact that the sun is already beginning to set, he stops outside a gas station for a few minutes and he's back with your usual slushie. though, a sweet treat or two isn't foreign when you're running errands with him. it isn't till he parks the car at the side of the road and turns the engine off that confusion starts to settle in. this is nowhere near a grocery. you hear the trunk open, then close, but don't see anything to tell you what he's doing as you finish the last sip of your slushie. just see him walk out behind a hedge in what could only be described as a park of sorts before he returns to the car moments later and opens your door. in jest you're about to ask if this is where he kills you, but you're gently pulled from your seat before the chance graces you.

once you get past the hedge, you see what the shrubs were hiding. a beautiful melted sundae (hear me out. it just makes sense.) of colours in the sky as the sun sits on the horizon, a large blanket spread on the grass with still steaming plates of what was clearly home cooked food and baked goods, as well as a bottle of champagne chilling in a small bucket of ice. "You didn't seriously believe that I didn't have something planned, did you?" he speaks for you. with the scent of everything on the blanket, it didn't take long till you were sat and he was ensuring you needn't lift a finger for anything. he fed you your meal as well as desert, poured you the champagne once all of that had washed away the sweetness of the slushie from earlier, he even took your sunset pictures so you had nothing to think about but simply enjoying his usual catering to your every want and need. <3

android boyfriend our beloved...now back to work on the other drafts 😭

[spidercatweb]

i think modern day spencer reid would make an instagram account when he's trying to rizz you up specifically for those purposes and when it works he only posts pictures of you as well as happy birthday and anniversary posts

also i feel like he's actually unnervingly good at taking pictures just like he is at everything else he does but he only takes pictures of you and things/places you ask him to take pictures of

WAAHAH

I believe Penelope would be absolutely begging him to get any form of social media (which he refuses to do) then when you come along and ask him if he has instagram because you want to send him posts or something he might make an account that night just so he can talk to you, because he loves seeing or hearing anything you do and won't miss the opportunity to.

he would be THE CUTEST taking pictures of you. He might just pull out his phone (or camera because he likes that better) for no reason other than because you look pretty (oh my god😮‍💨) and he would only be in the pictures if you absolutely insisted (which you do often, of course). And I think he would prefer to keep most of them private, not wanting to post everything on social media because privacy, stalkers, everyday risks of being in the bau, etc. so he'd have a private account that only his friends follow and he'd post the rare few photos of him, you, or pictures from a convention he went to or something.

but when it was an important event he would definitely spend so much time finding the perfect picture to post and he would write the longest, most sappy caption ever that would get him made fun of at work for weeks (but it would be worth it for you <3)

your honour i love him and need him so bad.

thank you anon 💜