#HI MY LOVE

[nandysparadox]

hi my loveee. just saying hi and hello in ur houseee. :3 🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈 one million kitty attack

AGH. ONE MILLION KITTY IN MY HOUSE.

joyful.... *about to have a sneeze attack*

[daydreaming-sunflower]

good morning baby are you feeling better🫂🫂🫂

yes!!! still probably can’t eat properly which is sad but at least i slept successfully

[127luvr]

Hi it's me the roleplay person. Can i change it to doyoung doing a menpa but then finds his childhood friend he had feelings for? Then he found out that they both liked each other?

time lapse ᯓ★

doyoung x male reader

you knew it was a shot in the dark. sending doyoung a question on twitter just the same as his thousands of fans. but it was better than trying to reach out to him privately, his direct messages on all platforms locked to anyone he didn't follow. this was assuming he had changed his number a dozen times over after the several years you hadn't seen him.

but it's no more than five minutes later when you feel your phone buzzing nonstop next to you, the sudden mass of notifications causing your heart to race.

it takes you a minute to turn your phone over--to read doyoung's response. he remembered you. remembered your name. his response was soon followed by him following your account back, the action only causing your skin to itch in anticipation.

doyoung wasn't just your classmate--and band mate--from all those years ago. he had established himself as an idol in a group--as well as a soloist. you'd have no idea how much he'd changed.

the reunion didn't take long to plan. with youngjae, jihoon and dowoon more than excited to hear from you after so long. the most the four of you had ever interacted were to wish each other happy birthday. conversations never exceeding more than two messages.

but here you sat, sitting across doyoung. who is wearing a beanie that covers the top of his eyebrows and glasses with thick black frames. he's all you can look at. his cheekbones sat high on his face now without all of the baby fat, lips just as pouty as you remember them being. you were being hit with all of the feelings you remember having as a teenager.

but you were an adult now.

"how much do you get paid, doie?" doyoung almost spits his drink out upon hearing the nickname--one that you originated--come from youngjae's mouth. you find the question silly--to put it simply. you wanted to ask doyoung about his members, about how close they all were. you wanted to ask him about the lyrics to his songs. you wanted to know him personally again, instead of continuing to idealize him as the 15-year-old you once knew. you wanted to know doyoung outside of that--outside of his idol image.

doyoung doesn't take offense to it, he brushes it off with a joke--a quick 'you think i'm getting paid?' slipping past his lips before he can stop himself. he makes the group laugh, but he focuses his eyes on you, watching your mouth drop open in amusement over the rim of his coffee cup.

you maintain the eye contact with him, your heart beat quickening. and you know he can feel it too.

the feeling that comes with knowing what the two could have had if only one of you confessed all those years ago. this wasn't something you would be able to brush off and continue being friends with him. eventually the feelings would come bubbling to the surface again--like bubbles forming on a boiling pot of water. if something wasn't done fast--it would boil over.

[talking-2-the-wall]

how fine is Roland..?

10/10 HES SO FINE

(I know nothing about him)

[strangesunny]

mono, @talking-2-the-wall, beloved partner....

your not slick

i see you

[waistingthyme]

Breaking me/getting me to sub is basically dealing with a really high armor class but 0 hit points

Like I’m the big boss dom until you catch me off guard with one really strong, really mean swing and suddenly I’m whimpering and shaking under you

(Maybe start on me while I’m sleeping so by the time I wake up I’m too fucked out and blissful to even try to take control)

[my-chemical-l0ser]

i have your hoodie;

i would not mind getting used to this— being surrounded by this comfort. no, i would not mind a bit

even if eventually i cannot distinguish you from me

i woke up and you were my first thought, mindlessly grasping for your hoodie, wanting any hint of you. although you’re miles away there’s a split second where i’m able to forget that, and i can feel your arms around me again. i long to hold you as i have (only a few times, much to my displeasure). not a day goes by where i don’t miss you, where i dont wish to entangle our souls together, braid them intricately and hold your heart in my hands.

[drakyns]

❝ i bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand. ❞ 🩷

ㅤsoft sheep bleats blended with the murmur of the river, a soothing nature song that old shepherds were used to hearing on their early strolls. they wandered slowly near the bank that was unfrozen in the winter’s flow, their wool dampened with frost, their breath misting in the air. some cosied themselves closer to each other, already satisfied with water and food in their bellies, now searching for shared warmth and unworried for wolf’s teeth, for they had taller company on their backs. two at that, and younger than their original owner. for today, the beloved greyed herdsman of berk was not the one to watch over the tapestry of white fluffy cattle, for his bones grew too old to withstand the cold. no, he was back at his cabin, enjoying the warmth of his cauldron and a vegetable soup, more likely. rather, it was two other norsemen that enjoyed the view this morning.

ㅤjack seemed to particularly enjoy this off-beat task; he chuckled when some of the sheep nuzzled closer to him, leaning lightly on the shepherd’s staff he had taken for the day. maybe it was his frame, light and loose, or his blueish colours, or the way his eyes sparkled, or his haloed hair, or his sparkling grin filled with youthful mischief… but he fit perfectly amongst them. håkan smiled, finding familiarity in a day of oddity—somehow, this made sense. the son of a chieftain tending sheep with his ice-touched companion. what would his father say? even queried the shepherd when they offered to take the labour off his hands for the day. for starters, stoick would tell håkan to keep an eye on jack—and make sure not to let any stray. well, he planned to do just that.

ㅤthe first dragon rider made co-shepherd for the moment leaned against the broad trunk of a pine tree, sitting down lazily as he revelled in the bucolic scene before him. snowflakes dusted his fur coat and tickled his hair, but he didn’t mind. for some reason, ever since he met jack, he started to enjoy every aspect of firn. a few minutes passed, and be it out of peacefulness, boredom or light tiredness, jack came to sit by his side, bumping their shoulders together. håkan poked back, a secret tease or whatever it was that little exchange between them both since they were kids. but jack’s gaze fell somewhere else, scooting closer—yet somehow never too close. never enough. never much.

ㅤfrowning, he stared at the chieftain-to-be’s hands—calloused, rough, scarred, and starkly contrasting to the pale, untouched snow. ‘your hands’, jack said suddenly, his voice quiet but curious. ‘they’re… weathered.’ / the smiðr’s lips quirked into a half-chuckle, flexing his fingers and sprawling his palm, still dusted with faint remnants of soot from yesterday’s endeavours. by the way that his chest puffed, he looked almost proud. ‘forge work’, he then nodded. ‘berk doesn’t build itself, as gobber likes to say.’ and part of him was glad; it was the only thing he confidently considered himself good at. / håkan watched as blue eyes squinted, peeking as if hesitating before leaning forward. a dust of pink, snowflakes glued on pale cheeks—or was that hiccup’s imagination? ‘can i see?’ the moon-blessed voice was almost shy, his expressions as pleading as when he asked for spare apples during autumn. 

ㅤhåkan extended his hand, letting him take his palm between his own two. there was an almost reverent quietness while jack traced the lines, searching for stories on each groove. his thumbs massaged the lengthier strings as if wanting to memorise the rough terrain of skin and calluses, where each one began and ended and how far from bones they rested. it felt warm against jack’s, though. whatever the reason, it made hiccup glad. ‘you know’, the wintered one’s voice lowered. ‘i bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.’ the pride of berk found it an odd thing to say—a soothsayer’s belief, perhaps? he wanted to argue and tease like they always did, his mouth already open to retort: you find mysteries in calluses, o grand mage? but… he didn’t. the way jack cradled his palm, as though it were something sacred, made the future chieftain believe him. to have his hand held like that by him—maybe the mystic ones were onto something, for that just felt… right. huh.

ㅤthen the rider cleared his throat, his voice lower than usual, as if they were genuinely uncovering secrets long forbidden by books and chansons: “is that so? and what is it you see?” he asked, a touch of amusement edging his tone, but not taunting. instead, he now shared the same focus on their hands, as if they were the first flame and the first ice that spurred ymir. if the cold was a sign of niflheim and the forge was a symbol to muspelheim, then—carefully, tentatively, enchantedly, håkan moved his thumbs over inside jack’s palm, drawing the faint lines crisscrossing his skin, eyes roaming over pale knuckles and the well-kept stripes of his nails. how soft. he had never known the forge, a blade or manual labour. he would never last by the anvil. but he would never have to anyway, right? he had him. it suited him, after all, this softness. “for me…” the future chief started to say, gaze intense like he could see what was beyond the flesh. he took jack’s fingers between his own, intertwining them together… and then letting go. palm against palm, mirroring one another. soft and rough, blue and green, him and him. and then at last, side by side. the longest crease line on jack’s hands being perfectly continued by håkan’s own.

ㅤ“if we put our hands together like this, it looks like a map.” a smirk, ever so curious, the same one he wore when they went on adventures. “where do you think it’s leading?” oh, if only he knew that their fates, hearts and even travel lines complemented each other.

[bunnyboy-juice]

9, 19, 43?

9. You can only perform 1 sex act for the next month, what would you pick? Why? Would that change if it was a year?

ORAL - u know how much i enjoy it (and for those who dont: i fucking love sucking her dick more than breathing. will make out with her tip for fun. love the smell texture taste - being in between her legs is my happy place) and I mean the only difference between a month and a year is how much ur willing to put up with my tantrums 😝😘

19. What is the funniest sexual thing that has happened to you or someone you know?

this one is literally so hard......... okay I'm gonna rattle off a few different ones:

- the one time we fucked so hard u put ur knee thru ur phone and it literally turned into the latest flip phone 💀

- the many times you've forced me to cum while telling me strange facts

- that one time we had sex in my sister's basement to the bee movie

- the one time i had sex with an ex to Tangled and we had to pause, while fingers were in them still, because i couldnt stop myself from singing along

- the one time with a different ex we put on a live action scooby doo movie and they tried initiating but immediately noped out bc they couldnt stop laughing at the movie

- when we had that foursome last year where that one person and i were playing Minecraft while u and the other person were bein gay and we proceeded to make fun of y'all while playing

ummm theres definitely more silly stuff, but idrk what the Funniest would be

43. Describe your ideal genitalia. Is it the same for your ideal partner? If not describe theirs too.

i...... still think for me its mr. potato head like body parts: genitals edition. im very wishy washy on what genitals i Want (and its part of why i have complex feelings wrt grs for myself) and ideally i think I'd have nothing unless i wanted to use them for things - but i would want full feeling in them still too when i did use them (hence not wanting just Nothing but specifically mr potato head style interchangeability). i dont particularly care much about partners genitals, i have a slight preference for dick rn but idk how much thats an Actual preference and how much its "this is the gentials type ive interacted with most the last 4 years". i dont actually think ive thought much about it - when i have sex dreams everything below the belt is not visible unless its Specifically my face In it for oral so i guess similar?

[its-a-me-mango]

My precious little boys only like 24/7 live bird feeder video sorry

The influence was a fan video where Meta Knight put worms in Kirby's cake as part of a plan to poison him. Here, Kirby is mildly fascinated with the worms, and gets a good look at one. Luckily for him, the worms don't hurt people.

[daydreaming-sunflower]

give me a word you like

this is difficult for me as i love words

starlight

or darling perhaps

[flipchild]

sigh. our sleep clocks keep us as passing ships. I feel her presence on me, when cold wind dances wind chimes, stirring snow under streetlight, razor nicks frozen against my throat. I can't keep my promise, to meet every mirror with a toothy smile, while I scrape the stubble off. I overpluck my eyebrows anymore. I don't have time to both cook pasta and sleep in time to meet her in the wee hours, early morning. Good mourning, my Elena

[talking-2-the-wall]

I finally kissed them

there was a misunderstanding i still feel horrible for, but the kiss was everything i wanted it to be

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[strangesunny]

can't think about ████ if @talking-2-the-wall is always on my mind >:3

[fyodior]

Well said Ranpo, well said

💀

LMAO you can’t just finger the culprit you gotta fuck em