#I am immune to the cuteness lmao

[llulabeee]

Might I introduce you to baby that is a few days old?

And a different pair of siblings in a cuddle pile at a few weeks old

Baby!!!!

Also bonus photo bomb:

Hello world! I'm 17 minutes old❤️

[kiksniko]

i am once again sick. have more sketches

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Why is she sad? My god, she's devastated! Guaxinim?

Guaxinim: I think she wanted...

Gris: I want 100 reais.

Pac: She wants 100– [Laughs] She's sad because she wants 100 reais?

Guaxinim: [Innocently] You don't have 100 reais, do you?

Pac: [Laughs] I have negative 100 reais, Guaxinim. Gris, I'm just like you! I'm sad too.

Guaxinim: [Whispering to Gris] Cancel the plan, cancel the plan, go back to normal.

Pac: What do you mean? Wait, wait, wait– [Laughs] No no no–

First rule of passa tudo: make sure your target has money before trying to scam them! 😅 (Thank you to sebbs12 and disfrutalakia for double-checking my translations and transcript! The help is really appreciated!)

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Pac: [Gasps in delight] Oi, Guaxinim!

Guaxinim: Oi!

Pac: How cool it is to see you here! Oi Gris!

Guaxinim: Look, how cute.

Pac: How cute you and Gris are here!

Gris: oi :( I'm so sad.

Pac: Why is she sad?

Guaxinim: I don't know, man.

Pac: My god, she's devastated! Guaxinim?

Guaxinim: I think she wanted...

Gris: I want 100 reais.

Pac: She wants 100– [Laughs] She's sad because she wants 100 reais?

Guaxinim: [Innocently] You don't have 100 reais, do you?

Pac: [Laughs] I have negative 100 reais, Guaxinim. Gris, I'm just like you! I'm sad too.

Guaxinim: [Whispering to Gris] Cancel the plan, cancel the plan, go back to normal.

Pac: What do you mean? Wait, wait, wait– [Laughs] No no no–

Guaxinim: [Laughing]

Gris: kkkkkk

Pac: I can't believe what you're doing with poor Gris to get money!

Gris: bom dia tio Pac [Good morning Tio Pac]

Pac: Bom dia, bom dia. [Laughs] Seriously, how is a crazy plan like this going to work, huh? Insanity!

Guaxinim: [Dancing with Gris] Muahaha! Muahahaha! We're the most badass evil duo, got it?

Pac: How incredible, man. You guys are great, you're even in sync! Did you guys already get 100 reais?

[jirachuuu]

Don’t even try to deny🙂‍↔️

We’re both going home satisfied🙂‍↕️,

let’s go for it just for the night🫣

[alrunaaa]

a sneezing fit I let out in my car from last holiday after I spent most of the day at my cousin’s house in which they have a dog and two cats. Which I am allergic to both! I can’t help it if they look at me all cute and I pet them. They for sure left my nose stuffy and sensitive all day tho 🤧

I also ended up going to another friend’s house after this where there were Also! two dogs there can you imagine how that went…..

cw: sneezing, talking, some coughing, nose blowing, and you hear my foot tapping (…did I get impatient with myself? idk LMAO)

[orcelito]

OK listen I'm still not quite sold on them being a pairing But

Kisara and Dohalim r killing me anytime they r next to each other. Making me feel very bisexual

[astralriver]

Sorry for posting mizuan on main my powers have simply been activated and i will soon be unstoppable hope that helps <3

[wise-innocence]

Rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your Tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

[ampuru]

Sometimes i forget i have followers and then remember all the out of pocket shit i reblog on here on impulse. Hope yall are enjoying yourselves

[zombiigrll]

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IMMUNE? ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x immune!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.1K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ hurt to comfort?, use of y/n, blood, zombie apocalypse stuff ofc, post-terminus era, references/slight spoilers to twd 5x2 ?? petname (angel - which also did we all collectively agree that carl would call his s/o angel? i see everyone use it i have before too its so cute .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you get bit, but nothing happens. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ hey guys... its been a minute... (45 days COUGH COUGH) i am so sorry i have been SO BUSY and i didnt even realize i had this fic almost completely finished in my drafts so i decided why not finally finish it!! (which is also why the ending might be a bit weak because i also have no written anything for 45 days LMAO) my favorite thing about the whole science behind zombisim is all the theories of if you could or couldn't become immune so i wanted to write a little fic because i love... zombie science.. nerd alert!!! ☝️🤓 <- me but also whats a carl grimes/zombie fanfic writer without writing at least one immunity fic!! hope u guys enjoy!!

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everyone knew you were clumsy. you'd always have to be with someone, no matter what. that's how much people worried about you.

there had been plenty of times where you had been close to getting bit, and if you were alone, you would've been bit.

but now, you and your group were back on the road after the prison had fell. you all met up at a terrible place called terminus, and almost died if carol wouldn't have shown up. it was dangerous, and terrifying. but you had carl on your side, as always. he was the person who had saved you so many times. he was like your personal bodyguard.

you guys had eventually ended up at a church with a priest named gabriel. you felt uneasy being there. gabriel seemed, well, unstable. rick saw it too, telling carl to keep his guard up.

but after a while, everyone was inside the church, laughing and having fun.

you spot bob walking outside, which catches your attention instantly. no one else really seemed to notice, so you turned over to carl.

"i'm gonna go outside."

"do you want me to go with?" he asks, immediately sitting up.

"no, it's fine. i think i saw bob go out there. i wanna go check on him." you smile at him, standing up and walking over to where you saw bob go.

but when you stepped out, he was nowhere to be found.

"bob?" you called out, walking forward a bit more as you looked around for him. "where'd you go?"

you walked a bit further, leaning your arm on a tree as you looked past further into the distance, searching for any sight of bob.

but, to your luck, you were snuck up on. you heard a growl to your side, where your arm was leaning, and then a pain shot through your forearm.

you let out a loud shriek as you fumbled for your knife, stabbing the walker who was still attached to your arm in the head. you kicked him off, breathing heavily.

you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

you glanced down at the walker who was now laying dead on the ground, gripping tightly on your knife as you processed what had just happened. you lifted up your pained, bleeding arm.

"no... no, oh, my god." you dropped your knife and began wiping away the blood that was profusely leaking out of your fresh bite wound. "shit..."

you stared at your arm for a moment, attempting to catch your breath while watching your own blood drip onto the floor beneath you.

the doors to the church busted open, snapping you out of your daze. carl, rick, and michonne stood at the door, staring at you.

carl stepped a bit closer. "what happened? are you okay-" he stopped as he spotted your arm. his face fell flat and his eyes widened.

"it snuck up on me.." you quietly and breathlessly responded, tears falling from your agonized face. "i was looking for bob."

rick runs up to you as he realizes you had been bit. he grabs your arm, his face a bit panicked as he starts speaking. "we have to cut it off."

"no!" you tugged your arm away from his grip, holding your arm from him. "we don't have the stuff for that!"

"stop yelling." rick sternly ordered, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "let's go inside. i'm sure gabriel has the stuff for it."

you anxiously nodded, stepping toward the church with carl by your side.

"i'll get gabriel." michonne said, walking towards his office. "find somewhere for her to sit."

you take a seat in one of the rows, still holding your arm tightly.

"what the hell happened?" glenn asks, quickly walking over to the three of you with maggie by his side.

"she got bit." rick runs a hand through his hair. you look to your side and spot carl, just staring blankly, his expression the same as when he first saw your bite just moments before. he was speechless, and afraid.

you held your arm tighter as the pain increased, blood seeping through in between your fingers as you clenched your jaw. your breathing was progressively getting more and more ragged and uneven the more you panicked.

"i don't want you to cut my arm off.." you protested, your voice high pitched and wobbly. you closed your eyes tightly, a few tears falling from your eyes.

"we have to." rick shook his head. "otherwise you'll become one of them."

"i don't care." you sobbed, gripping tighter and tighter onto your arm. "i can't do it. i probably wouldn't survive either way, we don't have proper stuff for it." you could tell it was difficult for them to understand what you were saying through your sobs. "i just want to wait it out."

rick eyes widen, along with everyone else who were crowded around you.

carl finally steps closer, grabbing your other hand tightly. you could spot tears falling from his eyes. "please, y/n. i'll be with you, it'll be okay. please i.. i can't lose you."

you looked up at him through your lashes, pressing your lips together. "i can't, carl. i can't."

...

they had moved you to one of the rooms in the church that had something you could lay on. they tied your wrist to a pole and stood in the room with you.

you could barely keep track of what was happening. you genuinely felt fine, besides the side effects from losing blood.

"can you wrap my arm up..?" you requested. the tickling feeling of your blood dripping down your arm becoming too much, and you also wanted to test if that was what was making you feel sick.

being immune wasn't even a thought in your head yet. but you were just creeped out about not having any of the same side effects that anybody else had when they'd gotten bit. you were sweating, but you weren't feverish, that's just how the weather always was.

"yes, of course." glenn grabbed a thing of gauze out of his bag, going up to you and carefully but tightly wrapping it around the bite. he also grabbed a nearby rag to wipe the access blood that had been dripping off of your arm.

"...thanks." you sighed, looking away from everyone.

they were all just staring, waiting for something to happen. but nothing was. the awkward silence and suspense was killing you. you saw the sun starting to come up through the window, which means it had been quite a few hours since you had gotten bit.

you've seen people last a day, maybe the tiniest bit over a day, but you noticed that they always had obvious symptoms by now. and you still didn't.

you blew a raspberry, looking around the room. ".. i don't feel anything."

"what?" carl squinted in confusion, his voice still a bit brittle from crying. "like, you're numb?"

"no, like.. i don't feel any symptoms of turning." you laughed at how idiotic your sentence probably sounded to everyone.

"so, you're saying you're immune?" carls voice changed from being upset to just pure confusion.

"i don't know." you shrugged, tapping your foot on the hardwood floors. "i seriously don't know what's going on. the only time i felt sick was when it first happened and i saw my blood dripping. i feel fine right now, a little lightheaded, but i think thats from the bloodloss."

"look, theres no such thing as being 'immune.'" rick shook his head at your statement. "it might just be.. taking a while to settle in."

"dad, can you have a little faith?" carl turned to rick, glaring slightly at him before turning back at you. "i believe you."

everyone else seemed really skeptical about what was happening, exchanging confused looks with one another.

"we'll keep her in here for a little while, alright? if she still doesn't feel anything by tonight, then we'll untie her." rick sighed, looking down at you. you had been with everyone since the start, being there when carl reunited with rick and everything, so you could sense everyones panic when they first saw you get bit. and now, you could sense their pure confusion. people in our group have gotten bit before, but they'd show signs almost immediately.

"i can stay with her if you guys want to leave." carl said, sitting down right next to you. "i'll let you know if anything happens."

everyone agreed and left the room.

you laughed to yourself, looking over at the door.

"are you okay?" carl asks, looking at you anxiously.

"i'm fine." you turned your head over to look at him. "this is just so fucking weird. and we don't even know where bob went. i'm so confused right now. nothing is making sense." you let out another light laugh, shaking your head in honestly disbelief.

"maybe you're the chosen one." carl laughs, smiling at you. "i really hope you're being honest. i.. i don't think i can handle losing you."

you look at him with a lopsided smile, happy to hear how much he cared. "i wouldn't lie to you about this. i genuinely don't feel sick at all. i mean, i feel gross, but not in a 'i'm dying' way. more in a 'i just got my arm bitten into' way." you tried to make light of the situation, despite being terrified. carls expression stayed a bit worried. "..sorry, not funny. i don't want to lose you either carl. you're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know?"

his concern turned into a smile at your words. he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. all you could do was put your hand on his back, due to your other hand being tied up still.

"i love you." he mumbles into your shoulder.

you laugh, leaning your head on top of his. "i love you too."

...

a while passed, yet you still felt perfectly fine. your arm felt odd though, of course. you had been bitten into after all.

carl stayed by your side, telling you stories and just conversing with you to keep your mind and his off of the whole situation while everyone was out searching for bob.

you moved your arm up to your tied up one, itching at your tight bandages. “i want these off…” you dramatically complained.

“we should probably check on your arm anyways. even if you feel fine, there could still be something messed up with your arm.” carl says as he rotates his body towards your arm, carefully untying your arm looking at you for permission.

you nod, and he proceeds to take the bandage off. the teeth marks had dark bruises and dried blood around them, and your veins were darker and more apparent around the bite. it looked unreal.

you quickly looked away from the wound, shuddering. “holy shit.” you closed your eyes tightly.

you could hear carl stumble over his words as he tried to figure out what to say. “i… it… is it supposed to- um.. look like that?” he let out a nervous laugh, moving his hand to comfort yours.

you returned the nervous laugh, looking back at the bite momentarily. "i don't- i don't think so?"

your body was violently shaking, unsure what to do or what was going on. would you still need to cut your arm off? or would it still be fine, despite looking like that? you knew that you'd have to hide your arm for.. well, ever, if you decided not to cut your arm off. it could cause so many different issues if people outside of your group found out.

carl proceeded to grab anything he could find to clean your wound, as well as new bandages. you two sat in silence as he carefully cleaned your arm, the only sound being your light winces of pain as he applied the antibacterial ointment he luckily found.

he wrapped your arm back up and planted a quick, soft kiss onto your bandaged wound, looking back up at your flustered face with a smile afterward.

your face was hot, and you quickly averted your eyes away from his out of embarrassment.

he put his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead, then pulled you into a hug right after. "i'm so glad you're okay."

you were shocked, but let out a flustered giggle before returning the hug. "thank you.." your smile kept growing and growing. then, the words "i love you." finally left your mouth.

he broke the hug and looked at you shocked, but then his big smile came back. "i love you, too, angel."

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[auraworkshop]

I ENTERED THE VOID

Through a lucid dream 🎀 !!

HOLY MOLY...shit ??

Okay so, I would like to start off by saying a big THANKYOU to Aura :)

Aura? Do you have any idea how powerful your lucid dreaming sub is ?? 😭 You sub literally gave me the vividest ( idk if that's a word or not lmao ) lucid dream I ever had.

I slept with your sub playing in the background when I woke up, o relized I was in a dream, A LUCID DREAM?!? 😭 It was surreal. It was so freaking vivid like it was more real than the real world 💀 In the past I have tried countless methods like WILD, WBTB, MILD etc. and never had such vivid dream that your sub gave me.. I'm literally being honest here 😭<3

Okay so after that, Without wasting a literal second I fell down so that I would end up in the void, but unfortunately it didn't work idk why, maybe I did it wrong or something but then I asked a stranger in my dream to take me to the void. They literally pushed me so hard and I fell into a dark place, YEAHhhhHh IT WAS THE VOID.

It truly felt like heaven !

Gonna mention few things that I affirmed for :

- IMMORTALITY

- GOOD HEALTH AND PHYSICAL PRESENTATION

- GOOD IMMUNE SYSTEM AND NATURAL DEFENSES

- NO DISEASE FOR LIFETIME

- POSITIVE ATTITUDE AND MOOD DESPITE THE CHALLENGES

- ENERGY, JOY AND VIBRANCY

- FEELING OF INVINCIBILITY AND PEACE OF MIND

- DESIRED PHONE, JOB, HOME, FRIENDS, DF, DB, WARDROBE, WHOLE APPERANCE

- TRAVEL AND ADVENTURE

- RELATIONSHIP

- MONEY

- PRINCESS TREATMENT

- LIL CLUMSY

- FEW CUTE HABITS

- ALL THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD

- EVERYONE'S CRUSH

- CHANGED BIRTHDAY, NAME, AGE

A piece of motivation for y'all :

It's not over until you win and yes, you could fail but you are not giving up GOT that? You will succeed and that's it PERIOD

And lastly "BE STRONGER THAN YOUR EXCUSES"

Just gonna deactivate now, and live my life. 🎀

SUCCESS STORY ♡

I am so very happy and proud of you. And yes, I designed the sub to be as powerful as possible, although I did tone it down a little bit because I was actually afraid I may make it too powerful in a way.

Your experience sounds incredible and I'm happy to know that I was a part of your journey.

I love your list !! ENJOY YOUR LIFE with those manifestations of yours <3

And I loving the energy, motivation and positivity from this message, I believe the last part of your ask will motivate a lot of people.

I also want you all to know that just be sure to always continue and never give up. Remember that your power is far greater than any circumstance or challenge you may be facing. You are a winner, a victor, and you are living your ideal life no matter what. You are always living the life you wish for, the question you have left to answer is whether or not you are aware of that fact. You can and will do it, there is no other possibility ! 🤍

Here's the LUCID DREAMING SUB they used

[deepestturtlepielover]

I’d totally read this if this was a fanfic

@bijoumikhawal reblogged this post of mine earlier, meaning that I am (shockingly) thinking about the Cardassian Cultural Breeding Kink once more

but also now specifically thinking about an AU where Julian did have to transplant Yoshi into himself in order to save him/continue the pregnancy, and due to some conceit about Keiko's health or his augmentations had to carry him to term and Garak being driven absolutely to the BRINK for the duration but immediately hurt lockering any thought that has the audacity to form in his head about his feelings towards Julian and whose babies he'd like Julian to carry and feeling the Deep Horny Shame about it but also the Bastard Son Shame about it

and then years later, once Cardassia has fallen and risen again and the government is churning out marketing scheme propaganda after marketing scheme propaganda about repopulating and birth rates and all the shiny new federal programs aimed towards new parents and young children, even the poor bastard ones, Julian has the nerve to serve on one of the Big Publicized Committees for the Ministry of Health for pediatrics and Garak realizes that while he did his absolute level best to hurt locker those feelings, they never actually detonated

and finally do when he sees Julian holding one of the half-human, half-Cardassian babies that have started to arrive via the Federation aid workers and good old Starfleet promiscuity.

so Julian learns that his Old Friend Garak isn't immune to the Cardassian stereotype and also wants to fuck approximately three babies into him because reproducing at replacement rate just won't cut it, and finally has the context to reframe some weird, unhinged, and downright overprotective behavior from 4-5 years prior and is like. oh. oh. he wanted to fuck me. he wanted to do much MORE than fuck me.

Garak learns that human skin gets stretch marks, that humans can reproduce sexually at a rate of 1 offspring per year, and can have litters

this makes things markedly Worse (TM)

except in all the ways it makes them better :)

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[22:30]

AN: I am not immune to slutty Seokmin. Tagging thee Seokmin lover @onlyseokmins because, it turns out, I was actually serious about that drabble lmao. This is somewhat of a belated Halloween drabble.

General tags and warnings: Lee Seokmin x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Reader is shorter than Seokmin, somewhat public sex, oral sex (m. receiving), slight throatfucking (f. receiving), bits of praise, some hair pulling (f. receiving) and Reader cries at points.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Mingyu's closet is more spacious than you thought it would. Not that the breathing room is much help since you're determined to shove your tongue down Seokmin's throat until the two of you are forced to separate for air.

You're not sure whether it's the string of saliva that still connects the two of you or the weighted gaze he's levelling at you that cause your clit buzz to life and your pussy feel suddenly, violently, empty. Maybe it's the nudge you can feel against your stomach. Maybe it's all of the above.

"Missed you," he breathes and god, it takes everything in you not to just shove him onto Mingyu's messy floor and ride him until you're both a tangled mess of limbs, sweat and cum. However, you're a woman on a mission.

"Missed you too, Minnie," you coo into his jaw, peppering it with kisses and dragging your eager hand down his firm body. Desire pooling in the pit of your gut when you touch his bare stomach, biting back a grin at the way he shudders underneath your fingertips and the way his muscles jump with every brush and press.

Halloween snuck up on the two of you. Between drowning in university assignments and your respective jobs, it's a miracle the two of you even found time to attend Mingyu's party. A miracle you're eternally grateful for because it gave you your boyfriend in the sluttiest (and admittedly, laziest) devil costume you've ever seen.

The irony is not lost on you.

The little, red horns on his head are cute but, the remainder of his costume leaves his enormous arms and tempting stomach free for you to salivate over. That's not even to mention his unnecessarily tight, black pants that hug his thighs and ass in a way that makes you feel a little stupid. The plastic pitchfork he brought with him is somewhere forgotten in Mingyu's massive home.

"You look so pretty," he whines and, frankly, you think he's being a little unfair but, you kiss him in a significantly sweeter way than moments ago for the compliment all the same. You'd opted for a lazy angel costume. Scrapping the look together from white articles of clothing that had been gathering dust in the back of your closet and a pair of too old angel wings that Jeonghan was more than happy to do away with. It's nothing spectacular but, you know you could wear a shirt you've had since high-school and Seokmin would still think you're the most beautiful woman on the planet.

A thought that reminds you of the mission you're on.

The disappointed noise that builds from the depths of his (wonderfully broad) chest when you pull away from his mouth almost makes you laugh. He watches you curiously until you eventually settle on your knees and the blush that floods his handsome face makes you just want to devour him where he stands. Which, in a way, you intend to.

"You don't have to–" you cut off his sweet but, predictable rambling by pressing your mouth to the outline of his cock and just barely pushing down a smirk when he groans and shudders violently against the wall.

"I want to," you respond simply because, well, you do. Sweet is always the word that jumps to your mind when you think of your boyfriend, with considerate being a very close second. However, sometimes, it can be to a fault. You think you can count on both hands the number of times he's let you suck him off in the months the two of you have been together. Seokmin is a giver. It's simply who he is. But sometimes, sometimes you wish he'd just take.

Or, to be more precise, let you take what you want from him. Sometimes a woman just wants to choke on her very hot, devil costume clad boyfriend's huge cock.

Any further protests die on his tongue when you reach to unbutton his pants and drag his zipper down in record time. His eyes burn you from the inside out, watching the entire time while you pull his pants and boxers down his firm thighs. His cock bobbing free, barely an inch away from your face.

Even though you've seen it thousands of times, it never fails you to leave you a little breathless and at a loss for words. You remember getting into a debate with Soonyoung and Seungkwan about whether or not dicks can be pretty and, you still hold firm that they'd change their mind if they ever saw Seokmin's.

Not only do you love feeling and tasting him but, the way he reacts to every, minute movement makes you a little delirious from the power of it all. Case in point, the choked out whimper that leaves his thoroughly kissed mouth when you attempt to wrap a hand around him. He's too thick for you to do it fully but, the tightness of your fist is enough to feel him twitching in your hand.

Always so responsive.

You let unadulterated desire lead you. Licking along the underside of his cock, savouring the taste of him on your tongue while your hand gradually starts to pump him. The urge to shut your eyes is strong but, the urge to watch the way he grows increasingly dishevelled is even stronger.

His hips jolt forward when you mouth at his already leaky tip. This time, you allow yourself a grin. Lapping up as much of his pre-cum as he readily offers and pumping him just the slightest bit faster. Arousal leaves your panties sticky and your walls fluttering but, that can wait for the time being.

His hands ball into fists at his sides when you start to take him into your mouth. His entire body tenses and shakes as he watches you take as much of him as you can, relaxing your jaw and allowing him to kiss the back of your throat. Your hand continues to stroke the rest of him that you can't fit in your mouth as you start to move.

You learned the hard way that it's better to build your pace so, you start slow. Moaning around him as more of his pre-cum leaks out of him and coats your tongue. The weight of his cock and the taste of him causes your mind to grow increasingly hazy, lidded eyes trying their best to keep watching the way his face twists in pleasure and his dark locks stick to his sweaty forehead. Seokmin always looks beautiful to you but, he looks otherworldly like this.

When you first gag around him, his hips sharply thrust into your mouth, chasing the feeling before he pulls back and babbles out apologies. You can only hope the look you shoot him is enough to let him know it's okay, you're okay before you focus your attention back on increasing your speed and tightening your grip around him.

"You–You're so good," he chokes out, one of his massive hands finding its way to your hair, "Your mouth is so fucking good," he groans when you lick at a prominent vein. His praise only pushes your further, harder, testing your limits a little and taking down a little more of him than before. Tears well in your eyes and your throat burns a little but, it's so worth to feel the way his pulses in your mouth and his fingers unknowingly weave themselves into your hair.

"I'm–I'm close," he heaves, blown-out, wet eyes seeking out your own as he shallowly thrusts into your mouth and braces himself against the wall. His grip on your hair is gentle, all things considered, but the slight sting still heats your blood and adds to the growing mess between your thighs.

The knowledge that he's close motivates you even further, the growing ache in your jaw be damned. You're thankful for the obscenely loud music blasting outside the closet door because otherwise you're sure someone would have heard the sounds of you gagging on Seokmin's cock by now, made even more obvious by your increase in speed. Snaking your hand from his throbbing length, you ensure your eyes are open to watch the way tremors shake his body when you fondle his full balls in your hand.

For all his gentle tendencies, Seokmin is prone to losing himself when he cums. This time being no different. The thrust he gives you is brutal, prompting more tears to well in your eyes as his fingers grip your hair harshly. His cock impossibly deep while he shoots rope after rope of cum into you, his broken moans echoing all around the two of you.

You try your best to swallow every drop, a few dribbling past your swollen lips and joining the mess of spit you're sure is covering your chin. Ever the gentleman, Seokmin eases out of your mouth gently and all but, sags against the closet wall. Your respective laboured breathing all that fills the space for a moment.

Your throat hurts and you can tell your jaw is going to have an ache in it tomorrow but, it was all beyond worth it. Watching the way he looks absolutely shell-shocked right now does amazing things for your ego.

"You're crazy," is the first thing he says between breaths and a startled laugh leaves your lips.

Yeah, maybe but, you don't think you can be blamed for that when he looked so sinful in his costume (well, calling it a costume is generous but, still).

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Seventeen Masterlist | Ko-Fi

[eye-may]

Favorite Mistoffelees headcanons?

hmm lemme see. I might have one or two lmao. putting this under a cut because it's very long.

I 'hc' him primarily based on the brent interpretation, so agewise I put him somewhere in his mid-teens. he's developing his abilities and striving to prove himself, but he's not immune to "kittenish" tendencies.

also a la the brent!Mistoffelees, he has a habit of batting at his ear. I also like to think he's a bit 'twitchy' like the la mirada mistoffelees (who imo also seemed to be played pretty young, similar to the jacob brent version).

controversially, I also subscribe to the jacob brent interpretation of his heritage, namely that he's deutoronomy's biological son; although he has a affectionate bond with deut (as do a handful of cats in the junkyard of course) he's not aware that he's actually his immediate descendent, at least not during the events of the show. tugger and munkustrap are certainly deits's sons in spirit, but not by blood. (mainly I like to think that tugger and munk are 'adopted' so to speak, so as to not eliminate the potentiality of the tugger/mistoffelees pairing lmao)

continuing in that line of thought, I see munkustrap, tugger, and mistoffelees as, what I like to call, deutoronomy's "favored three." of course deut is fond of, and warm towards, all his jellicle followers---but the aforementioned trio are specially bonded to him.

speaking of special bonds, I also love the idea that mistoffelees has a connection to bustopher. I recall brent saying "mistoffelees loves bustopher because they look the same" it is BEYOND cute to me that this astronomically superpowered cat with only dubious limitations, that could probably thanos snap you out of existence, is obsessed with this pompous itinerant because they both happen to be tuxedo cats lmao. that being said (again---controversially) I do not believe they are related by blood. in fact basically I think for the most part, all the familial type of relationships among the junkyard cards are symbolic with very few exceptions ( such as munkustrap and tugger being half-brothers)

and so it follows that I also don't hc victoria and mistoffelees as siblings lmao. I think they have a very close friendly/sibling-esque bond.

he's gay

his powers correlate with the moon phases; i.e., he's the least powerful (and maybe even a bit somnolent) during the new moon phase, and the most powerful during the full moon phase.

despite being essentially a domestic shorthair (albeit with uniquely curled ears), he'll never grow past the rough size of a four or five month-old kitten. of the core jellicles, he's the smallest---even smaller than pouncival or jemima or any of the other kittens. even when a FRESH kitten comes along to the junkyard---he can expect to be outpaced by them, vertically speaking, by the time they're half a year old.

mistoffelees and munkustrap have a 'parentified elder sibling/younger sibling' relationship. if you were to pinpoint a cat that can be credited for 'raising' mistoffelees, it'd be munk. munkustrap usually isn't so singularly proactive when it comes to such matters (he usually delegates parental duties to the various elders of the tribe---it takes a village after all) but he did zero in on mistoffelees.

I have a whole story in mind behind this, but mistoffelees conjured the bandana that tugger wears around his leg.

I am a strong believer in the Overuse Of Magic Leads To Severely Incapacitating Exhaustion trope. there have been more than a handful of times that he's overdone it and subsequently conked out.

his magic is inhibited by certain conditions/circumstances. i.e., panic, freezing or overheating (but especially freezing), illness, exhaustion, disorientation, etc.

when it comes to mistoffelees's estimations in the eyes of his fellow jellicles...I am strongly against the zurich interpretation where everyone is dismissive and mean towards him! in my cats universe, everybody in the junkyard has a soft spot for mistoffelees! even the more cagey cats, like alonzo and tumblebrutus and cassandra.

when riled, mistoffelees starts sort of generating/exuding electricity, that buzzes about his person. like you'll see a few sparks pop up and vanish down the fibers of his fur and whiskers. if he's REALLY worked up, it starts to get out of control---that's rare, though. more benevolently, when he taps into the more potent annals of his powers, his fur 'sparkles.' he may even 'shed glitter.' unlike conventional corporeal glitter, however, mistoffelees's 'magic glitter' eventually dissipates lol.

he keeps his personal den/hiding spot in a remote area of the junkyard, far away from the clearing. this is because a) he enjoys solitude, b) he needs for there to be nobody around when he practices his more 'hazardous' magic, and c) he likes to dance sometimes when nobody is looking. (he also enjoys dancing when there ARE people looking, make no mistake)

here's another hot take! mistoffelees does NOT like being called 'misto,' or any comparable derivative of his name. he may or may not correct someone depending on who it is; his closest friends (i.e., munk, tugger, victoria), however, are all aware and might be quicker than him to point out his preferences if someone offends. I'm not sure if even mistoffelees has a SOLID reason for disliking diminutives, but it may have something to do with feeling infantilized by it/attributing it to kittenhood, out of which he's eager to transition. I also just think a name like 'mistoffelees' is very specifically connotated and has a poignant meaning in-universe...and it's also, phonetically speaking, just fun as fuck to say.

I go back and forth between different ideas for his origin story, but one I'm particularly fond of right now is that mistoffelees, as a young kitten, liked to sleuth around the junkyard before he was properly inducted; that is to say, he was nothing more than a flittering shadow as far as anyone was concerned. just a dark shape out of the corner of your eye---you're not even sure you really saw anything. when he zeroed in on the junkyard jellicles, he wreaked his unique brand of mischief remaining unseen. he'd do thinks like flicker the lights, move objects around, and so on and so forth. sometimes these oddities were seemingly benevolent---something about to tip over inexplicably tottering perfectly back into place. a lost item mysteriously reappearing in plain sight. it didn't take long for his antics to send the junkyard into a frenzy; the kittens, especially, were beside themselves believing that a ghost had come along to terrorize the place. everyone started referring to the mysterious, barely-seen entity as 'the shadow.' huge headache for munkustrap. the lid did eventually blow off however, when mistoffelees had to more or less 'reveal himself' to save a group of jellicles from an irate pack of pollicles with his powers. he didn't come away unscathed, however, and was brought back to the junkyard to be nursed back to health.

mistoffelees didn't use his more conspicuous powers in front of anyone when he actually joined the tribe. none of the cats put two and two together at first about all the weird shit going on being attributable to HIM. the cats that may have witnessed him use his magic against the pollicles probably gaslit themselves beyond the realm of belief. nonetheless, mistoffelees quickly became popular, despite being markedly quiet, by showing off more 'standard' illusions---things that were explicable. like sleight-of-hand card tricks and conjurations. tugger was the first one to realize that he had magical abilities (coming across him when he was off alone, blowing off some pent up magical steam), but mistoffelees swore him to secrecy, concerned at how having ACTUAL ETHEREAL MAGIC would be perceived by others.

because basically everything mistoffelees ever does with his magic is for the purpose of making others happy. that's what he lives for. even being a little rascal, getting up to mischief, baffling others and pulling pranks...it's all his good-natured way to spread mirth and levity. there just ain't a bad bone in the cat's body.

ig 20 is a good even number to stop at lmao. I could go on probably forever, but there's two handfuls for you.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

So, I do not believe the Comic Goldenheart boys would have children. First of all, I don't personally headcanon either of them to be able to give birth to or carry children, and second, within the canon of the Comicverse, them reproducing would be a horrendous fucking idea.

However, I am not immune to the desire to create fankids. So. Allow me to introduce my their imaginary son from an AU where them having a baby wouldn't be the World's Worst Decision, Gregor Blackheart.

The colors came out kinda ugly(er) than they looked in Krita and please ignore the skin swatches I just fucking forgot to erase lmao. But yeah, this is a quick sketch of him 💕 headcanons below the cut if anyone is interested

He was named "Gregor" because when Nimona transformed into a little boy and called herself by the same name, it was the first time Ballister ever considered one day being a father, so they named their little guy for that moment

Nimona entered his/the Blackheart's lives when he was about three years old. Ambrosius was very nervous of her at first, especially with his most precious baby, but he quickly saw how good she was with him and that they loved playing together (and she could protect and keep up with him easily)

Ambrosius regards him as literally the most perfect thing to have ever come from him and the only good thing he ever played a part in, and was definitely at least a bit overbearing as a dad

When he was a baby/firstborn he was bald (specifically had that Old Man hairstyle that babies have where they only have fuzz on the sides of their head) and Ambrosius would always be like "Aww he looks just like his papa (Ballister)" and before Ballister could be like "that's sweet" he'd go "he got a big ol' bald head. Forehead for days." This would ruin it but it was also cute

He struggles with regulating his emotions like his dad and is highly intelligent and analytical like his papa. This caused mental health issues especially in his pre/teen years but his parents had thankfully done enough healing that they could support him and so he had a better outcome than they did

Both Ballister and Ambrosius went from "we read all the books and attended all the classes so we know EXACTLY what we're doing" to being too scared to hold him immediately once he was born

As a little kid/baby, Ballister was better at calming him down when he cried/got sad, scared, or hurt, while Ambrosius was better when he got angry, tantrums, or an attitude (Him crying would subconsciously trigger and upset Ambrosius, who would be easily overwhelmed, and him acting bratty/like a normal toddler frustrated Ballister who generally just would want to leave the situation)

He sees Nimona as an aunt and liked to play with her the most as a kid. This made Ambrosius extremely fucking jealous, but he got over it when he realized he was Gregor's favorite person to cuddle. Ballister is low-key jealous of both of them, but he is the main one that Gregor info-dumps to about all his special interests so he knows that he loves each of them in his own way

He was 1000 percent an accident. They knew they had no business reproducing given how fucked up their relationship was. I imagine he would come not terribly long after they got back together, too. Keeping him would have been a very hard choice but ultimately neither of them could bear the idea of losing the only biological family they'd ever have.

[skaruresonic]

IMO, Sonic being Maria's reincarnation could be a cute idea in isolation, but it risks taking away Sonic's agency and identity by revealing him to be the spirit of someone else, making it easy for fans to just see him as Maria in a hedgehog's body rather than his own being. Not to mention it gives SA2's lore even more extra priority over the rest of Sonic's expansive history.

Have you ever played Silent Hill 3? They treat reincarnation in much the same manner. Heather Mason is Alessa Gillespie's reincarnation in the sense that they share the same soul and even some of the same memories, but Heather doesn't define herself as Alessa. They remain two separate entities in spite of the link.

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making it easy for fans to just see him as Maria in a hedgehog's body rather than his own being.

How am I making it easy for them when they do that anyway? At least this idea makes more sense than most iterations and doesn't require wishing the disability away.

Obviously I'd never call it iron-clad canon, but the idea has such a powerful thematic allure that it's difficult to ignore. It really resonates with who and how Sonic is as a person. I'm not nearly objective enough to snub my nose at the fanfic fuel.

Don't get hung up on the "reincarnation" part. He's still Sonic. He doesn't define himself as Maria because Maria no longer exists. That's the whole point. Sonic is all about looking toward the next adventure and taking action when you can, not dwelling on the past. He is the embodiment of the hope that she wanted to bring to humanity, as cool and blue as the planet she admired.

I'm not saying Sonic literally is Maria. Think more thematically. Think about the kind of wisdom he offers when he tells Merlina to appreciate life in the limited time we have. Maybe he's been there. Think about the empathy he displays when he says sealing Chaos away won't solve its anguish and turmoil. Maybe he's seen this before. It doesn't necessarily have to detract from his person because he is ultimately the one doing and saying these things.

Plus, I just think the idea has the potential to be as funny as it is poignant.

Maria dies by gunshot, so her spirit's like "fuck this, next incarnation I'm going to be SHREDDED" and pours all of its stats into strength and speed. This time I'm going to dance circles around bullet fire.

Oh, my immune system was weak? Next time it's going to be so strong that sniffing flowers makes my hay fever act up.

Oh, bitchass Ivo is threatening the planet? He's going to hear boss music by the time I roll up, lmao