#I love him so d*mn much

[lonelywhalien22]

xo kitty final post of thoughts (I promise) in the tags below if anyone cares and then imma dissapear into the void again and go back to trying to write my own sh-t lol 😆

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[flowerbunnyboo]

HOT SAUCE | back

starring: jeno x male reader

summary: A cutesy date between Mn and Jeno turns into a wild one.

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

“Babe”, Jeno voiced out to his boyfriend who had just gotten up from his sleep. Jeno was making tasty pancakes for his love. Mn couldn’t help but smile seeing the sight in front of him. “Yes Nono?”. Jeno broke into a huge grin upon hearing the nickname. “I want to take you out on a date today!”.

The date went perfectly well. Mn and Jeno and a perfect time. The whole day, Mn was happy. He couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Jeno took him to a museum, then an art gallery. The two also went for shopping and then proceeded to have dinner.

Jeno wanted to see Mn happy and he had achieved that. But now the date was over and Mn and Jeno headed back home. The night was still young and both knew what was going to happen and were very much excited for it.

As the two stepped inside, Mn was slammed on the door as he felt plump lips kissing him. The kiss turned sloppy as time passed. Jeno bit Mn’s bottom lip so he could swirl his tongue in and Mn complied making Jeno win.

He groped Mn’s ass and grinded their hips together sending him over the edge. The kiss got heated and Jeno smirked as heard small moans come from his boyfriend's mouth. The dom then proceeded to kiss the younger’s jawline and neck and started to suck on Mn’s neck as he squirmed and moaned.

Both of them removed their clothes and Mn widened seeing his boyfriend's figure. Hot chiseled abs, with pecs. Jeno saw Mn’s eyes darken with lust. “Like what you see baby boy? ”. Mn smirked and pulled you in for another kiss,

“Yes daddy ”

After some passionate kissing Jeno’s dropped down on his knees, undid Mn’s pants and took his dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head fastly without stopping. Mn was now a moaning mess, he moaned so loud Jeno was pretty sure their neighbours must have heard it.

Mn tangled his fingers in Jeno's hair as he let out load moans. Jeno groped Mn’s ass making squirm and wanting for more. He could feel his release getting closer, “Aah Fuck daddy~don't stop” and with that he shot down his load in Jeno’s mouth.

He swallowed all of it and kissed Mn’s lips which Mn thought was quite hot. Jeno got up and kissed him, “Damn baby even your cum is delicious”. Mn giggled hearing his boyfriend.

Jeno hoisted Mn up as he put his legs around his waist. He could feel Jeno’s huge tent underneath. Jeno continued groping his ass . “A~h D-daddy ..”, the younger moaned as Jeno sucked on his chest.“ What baby? Daddy can't understand you”.

Mn whimpered as couldn't take it anymore. He wanted Jeno right now, "P~please f-fuck m-me”, he moaned. Jeno smirked, “Your wish is my command baby”. The dom took him to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed dropping clothes everywhere.

Jeno lowly growled and took of his pants. His dick dripping with precum. Mn widened his eyes when he saw his dick. It's huge. “Babe I don't think it will fit”. Jeno laughed seeing his reaction, “Don't worry I'll make it fit”.

Jeno spread Mn’s legs and thrusted one finger in without warning. Mn panted and moaned as he rolled his eyes. He had fingered himself so he was a little loose but he still wasn't prepared for Jeno's cock.

Soon enough Jeno was thrusting four fingers inside him and Mn couldn't take it anymore. He was a moaning mess. He came once again. His dick shooting white strings of cum painting both of their abdomens white.

Jeno smiled seeing the masterpiece in front to of him panting and heaving. He took out lube from his nightstand and applied a generous amount on your monster. Mn spread his legs wider for Jeno as he could see his pink hole.

Jeno aligned his phallus with many hole and swooped it right in. Mn was still tight but it felt too good to be around him. Mn rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt Jeno's cock fill him up.

Once Jeno was all in, he waited for Mn to adjust. Mn gave him a look of consent and Jeno smirked as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace.

The room was full of skin slapping noises and mn moaning for hi daddy and Jeno's dick making mn cry in pleasure. Mn had came three times but that didn't stop Jeno. Mn clenched as Jeno abused his prostate.

“Damn baby so tight ”, the dom said as he felt mn's insides tightening. “Y-yes da~daddy o-only fo-r y-you ”, Mn said moaning. He was going to have an orgasm anytime. “Aa~ah”, the sub came again clenching his hole.

Jeno too was closer to his release. With a few final thrusts he came inside Mn filling him up. Mn felt full feeling his lover's cum fill him to the brim. Jeno pulled out and laid besides him and kissed his lips. Mn was happy and so was Jeno. “I love you Mnnie”, Jeno pecked his lips. “I love you too Daddy"

Jeno cleaned Mn and himself up and gave the older all the cuddles he wanted. They both fell asleep saying 'I love you's to each other and slept with love.

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Witcher Senses: Taste

Geralt has an enhanced sense of hearing and smell, so Jaskier reasons that of course his sense of taste would be enhanced as well.

Jaskier is maybe just a wee bit envious of Geralt's better sense of taste. It must be marvelous to taste food and drink on a whole deeper level than a human.

Even when the food at an inn or tavern is blander than h*ll, Geralt still appears to savor the taste, while Jaskier has to settle for suffering through the meal, or maybe be lucky enough to have a little salt in his pack.

And when the food is amazing? Jaskier wishes he could taste the food the way Geralt does. The food is absolutely delectable. The best thing he's ever tasted. Surely it is fit to set at the table of the gods themselves!

Jaskier is at a loss for words to describe the flavor. He looks at Geralt, and is instantly jealous of the Witcher's taste buds. The expression on his face suggests that the food tastes like pure sin.

Lucky b**tard

But Geralt's enhanced taste buds aren't just for enjoying food. Jaskier has seen him use it to keep both of them alive.

Geralt: Hm. Wine smells off. Let's see...

Jaskier: just the tip...of the tongue!

Geralt: *eye roll* Hm. Poison.

Jaskier: :O

Dead deer on the road with not a mark on it? Geralt's got it covered.

*nibble nibble*

Hmm. Wasting disease. Better stick with rabbit for dinner tonight.

Jaskier is impressed. The versatility is amazing! There are so many uses! He discovers another use for Geralt's tongue several nights later.

It's been a long day of travelling, and Jaskier has been taken over by inspiration and spent almost the entire day scribbling in his notebook and strumming on his lute. Geralt has not made as much progress has he'd like, but Jaskier is too distracted to keep up a steady, quick pace.

Oh well, there's really no reason they can't make camp early.

Jaskier is just sitting there later, minding his own d*mn business, when Geralt throws him for a loop.

He's been feeling off for the past few hours. Shaky, and a little sweaty.

He's staring at his notebook, glaring at the half-baked lyrics he's scribbled down.

He's getting worried. Had the meat pie he'd eaten earlier been spoilt? Was he going to die from eating rotten meat?

Geralt is abruptly at his elbow, grunting a concerned 'Hm'. His companion smelled off.

"What?"

"You don't look good."

"Excuse you, but I always look good!"

"You look like sh*t, bard."

"That's rude! Just for that, I'm sleeping on the other side of camp!" *Stands and stumbles*

Geralt grabs Jaskier's arm to steady him, but then doesn't let go. Instead, he starts snuffling at his skin.

Jaskier: *light-headed* Er...?

Geralt makes a thoughtful sound, then starts licking Jaskier's forearm.

"What the ever-loving--?!"

Jaskier can't complete his sentence because 1. Geralt is licking his arm. And 2. Geralt's tongue is scratchy, like a cat's, and he is having thoughts about it.

And goodness, some of those thoughts were making him blush!

Geralt apparently finds what he's looking for because he makes a satisfied grunt and lets him go.

Jaskier snatches his arm back, and stares at him, metaphorically clutching his pearls.

"You need to eat." Geralt says simply. "I can taste it in the sweat on your skin."

"You can...whAt?"

"I can tell from how your sweat tastes. It tastes bitter. Eat."

"But I ate earlier,"

"That was hours ago Jaskier."

Jaskier paused. Now that he thought about it, he'd eaten that pie for breakfast when they'd left town. It was now late afternoon!

"Well, f**k me running!" Jaskier exclaimed, feeling relieved. He wasn't going to die from a spoilt meat pie!

He took the dried meat, cheese, and nuts Geralt handed him and chewed contemplatively for a few moments.

Jaskier: *grinning suggestively* So, you can tell what's wrong with me by how I taste?

Geralt: *annoyed at the suggestive remark* Hm.

Jaskier: Do you have to lick my arm, or can it be any part of me? *eyebrow wiggle*

Geralt: Hmm (exhasperated)

Jaskier: Because, you do know that your tongue is interestingly scratchy, and it's making me rather curious as to what it would feel like on my--!

Geralt: *Shoves chunk of bread into Jaskier's mouth* Eat.

Jaskier: *muffled disappointed bard noises*

Geralt sighed to himself. Jaskier was going to be an insufferable menace this winter.

[james-is-here]

I lovingly blame @belladonna6-6-6 for it since I run ideas by them and something was said to get the gears working and here's what it produced along with the photos in the header

Blogs: @demtttt @heartbinn @succubus-hansol @yongbokkk

Tags: After Met Gala, drunk horny Felix, blowjob (Mn receiving), implied subspace, riding, implied hyung kink (it's used a lot), implied exhibitionism (and brief mention of Hemsworth and Eddie Redmayne 🫢), Subby Felix is called Pixie.

The whole night you couldn't stop glancing at your boy. He was so pretty, so elegant, so adorable.

Those were your thoughts, you couldn't stop appreciating the fact that you had someone as ethereal as the Lee Felix.

Now Felix on the other hand....

You were fitted with a red victorian style coat on top of a navy blue shirt with the same flower lace as Hyunjin and Felix. Your coat was left open and hugging your waist was a matching red corset -You didn't even tell anyone you liked corsets, Tommy just knew- and your bottoms were white and Felix found you...Well, to put it simply, he wanted to jump you when he first saw your look.

He found you so hot, you looked amazing in the corset and the coat. Your look stood out among the boys but in a good way, he couldn't stop hugging and holding you.

And you thought you were obsessed with his waist.

When leaving the Met, you literally had to grab him and hand him to another member cause he wouldn't leave you. You were a secret relationship outside the group, Felix's horniness was gonna expose you both.

At the hotel, Felix didn't let you go to your room. immediately pulling you to his. "No, Felix-" "Hyung~!" He dragged out, pulling on your hand when you stopped, you were just standing there as he barely used his strength to drag you. The most that moved was your shoulder. "Felix." "What?" He pouted, stopping his pulling and looking up at you, the slightly taller heals on your shoes making you taller.

"You are very much drunk, don't know why me and Chan let you in the first place, but I'm not going to do this." "Please Hyung?" He begged and you realized he's using the honorific a lot more than usual. "Felix...are you here?" "Yes, Hyung." "No, I mean Felix not Pixie."

He pouts, swinging your connected hands back and forth while staring down at the floor. "Pixie, don't pout." You tell him, sighing as you pull him along instead and to his room.

After shutting the door, you push him lightly onto the door and he giggles, wrapping his arms around your neck before you grab his wrists and remove his arms. "Mnie..." "Pixie, come on-" "I couldn't stop thinking about you~ So sexy with the corset...Did you not think of me?" He pouts, swinging his hands around to fight your gentle grip around his wrists.

"Of course I did, you look so cute and pretty, Pixie." "And?" You laugh lightly, watching him toss his hands back down to his sides when he finally realizes getting out of your grip to touch you was inevitable. "And? What do you mean? I was thinking how adorable and beautiful you looked. Was thinking how much I love you and your looks." "Those...Those are pure thoughts." "Oh, really now?" You laugh, completely amused as you let him go and walk into the main room.

"You're teasin' me." His small murmur was slurred and you chuckle again. "Okay, What did you think about?" You turn back around, gently pulling off your coat and laying it across the little bench at the end of the bed. "You." You snicker, shaking your head and sitting on the bed. "Well I got that much but what else?"

He sluggishly took off his coat and he tossed it from the entrance of the small hallway to the door and you caught it as it veered off its path and draped it with yours. "Careful, Pixie." He huffed, walking up to you and straddling your lap. "I was thinking how good you look in corsets. How much I wanted to take it off you. How much I really really wanted to steal you away."

A smirk grew on your lips as your hands place themselves on his thighs, the white fabric of his dress pants squeezing them tightly and your a little surprised that they haven't ripped by accident when he straddled you.

"Anything else? Why did you want to steal me away?" "I just...really wanted to kiss you." His hand moved from your shoulder to your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as he stared, smearing the rosy gloss that your surprised lasted all night. "Really?" Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, watching as he seems to almost be in a trance as he hums out a response.

"Would you still just be staring at my lips if I said the gloss that was used was my cherry gloss?" "Seriously?" "Yup." "No I wouldn't." He leaned forward, finally crashing your lips together as he immediately starts biting your lips, he's always been addicted to your cherry gloss and instead of wearing it himself he'd rather lick it off your lips. Which he was addicted to just as much as the gloss.

You bite his bottom lip in return, sliding your tongue into his mouth and sliding it along his, claiming his mouth to draw a moan out of him. "Pent up?" You pull back slightly, lips still practically pressed against his. "Fuck, Hyung, please, you have no idea." He crashes his lips back into yours, his hips going to grind down on you but it was futile and he whines, pulling back and looking down. "What?" "Pants too tight." He huffs. "I was gonna force you to undress anyway, these fits are too good to be soiled."

He whines, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I don't wanna move..." "Then don't."

You scoot back on the bed, readjusting before turning to the side and laying him on the bed, laying between his legs. You start kissing along his neck, smearing gloss along the column of his neck, biting softly under the top of his jaw, biting next to his adam's apple, biting under his ear and everywhere else. You loved kissing neck, getting him to squirm and whine. Your addiction for kissing his neck has almost gotten you in trouble but honestly it's worth it to make your boy weak.

His whines eventually turn into moans and you lean back. He looks up at you with glossy eyes, his neck covered in blooming bruises and his hair messed up slightly from his squirming. "Awe, there's my Pixie~" You coo, voice deep as you leave a kiss to his lips and reach down to undo his pants before stopping, dragging your hands down his thighs, stopping to palm his straining hard on causing him to arch his back and throw his head back, hips bucking up for more friction.

"Fuck~ Hyung, Please." You chuckle darkly and drag you hands further down, pulling his knees to bend next to your sides before moving to his shoes. Once they're off along with his sock, you move back to his pants button, gently pulling them as he lifts his hips and you pull them off, reaching behind you to lay them with the coats.

"Hyung~" He whines, reaching out for you and pouting. "Too slow." "I'm trying to be gentle with these fits, darling, be patient." You unbutton his shirt, barely getting half way when he grabs your arms and uses some momentum and strength to flip your position, now comfortably able to grind down onto your straining arousal this time.

He unhooks the corset hooks at the front, patting your waist for you to arch your back so he can slide it off. "Ah, don't toss." You stop him and he sighs, turning around to place it in the stool.

As he unbuttons your shirt, you finish undoing his, slipping it off his shoulders and arms before placing it next to you. You sit up, letting Felix slip your shirt off of you and grab both to place with the rest of the pieces.

The only garment that remains is your pants and both of your boxers. "Being so patient, baby." You pull him down and kiss him, your left hand moving to the back of his head to take out his hair and braids as his hands trace along your torso.

You pull back, lifting both hands to comb through his hair once it was all undone. It was so soft and long, so pretty. You comb your fingers through again before scratching his scalp, pulling a moan from him as he drops his head onto your shoulder, gently rocking his hips along yours.

He groans, undoing your pants and pulling them down, both of you finally stripped as Felix straddled you again and his grinding began again but at a faster pace. "Finally." He moaned breathlessly as he connected your lips, immediately licking into your mouth to fight with your tongue. He knew you'd win but he loves the struggle.

You roll back over, trapping him below you. "Yes, finally, you horny baby. Could you be any more impatient for me to fuck you?" "Yes, I need you, Hyung, please." "Don't worry, Pixie, okay? I got you."

He huffs and you smile. "What?" "I wanted to suck you off." He pouts which makes you laugh. "Don't cry now."

You lay on your back again and he moves between your legs, unable to resist as he leans down to kiss your stomach, kissing the tones muscles and leaving a few small marks as he pulls down the waistband of your boxers, hissing when the cold air hits your hard cock.

His small hand wraps around you and brings your tip to his mouth, giving it a couple kitten licks before dragging his tongue from the base to your tip. His lips wrap around your tip and his tongue licks around your tip before lowering further down onto your length. "Fuck, Pixie, so good." You praise and he whines, pleased that he's making you feel good.

He starts to gently suck you off, content with finally having you in his mouth. "Have you been wanting me in your mouth all night, Pixie?" He looks up at you and you can tell just by his eyes. His oral fixation has almost gotten you in trouble before but you can't be mad at him for it, his mouth is so good.

His bobbing has gotten quicker and his tongue licks along a vein as he hollows his cheeks. "Fuck, Lix, I'm gonna cum soon." He hums, wanting exactly that as he moves his hands to your thighs and takes more of you, your tip reaching the back of his throat and he swallows around you, his tongue swirling around you wherever he could reach before your releasing down his throat. He pulls up, catching some of it on his tongue before he pulls off you, sticking out his tongue a little to show you before he swallows it and shows you his empty mouth.

"You drive me crazy, baby." You smile when he giggles softly and you lift him up and into your lap, sitting back on the headboard.

He wraps his arms around your neck and he leans forward to kiss you. Sometimes you forget how clingy he is when he's had alcohol but you don't mind, you love to hold him when he is, sexual or not.

Without pulling away he manages to reach back, raising himself up just enough to line you up with his entrance and he sinks down fully. You pull back, your protest dying on your tongue when you moan with Felix when you slide in with no resistance. "Fuck, Felix, how- Shit." You can't even get your words out as you groan and grip his hips. "May have...prepped in the bathroom..." "Fuck Felix, you are a slut, aren't you?" "Yes. F' you, only you." He moans, lifting off you before sinking down again.

"Is that how you got turned on? Fucking yourself with your little fingers in the met bathroom? Bet you got excited when someone else walked in." "H-Hemsworth Hyung came in...a-and w-when I finished I-I saw the actor Eddie." He says shyly, hiding his face in your shoulder. "Oh, really?" He whines but his hips move, bouncing on your dick slowly.

One of your arms wrapped around him, holding him close to you at his lower back as your free hand holds onto his thigh. He moans wantonly into your shoulder and his angle lets you leave wet kisses along his neck before you lean back, reaching a hand up to the back of his head and pulling him back by his hair to connect your lips, letting him play with your tongue.

He felt so full, so good as you angle your hips, bringing your knees up and thrust your hips up to meet his hips when he sinks down. "Fuck, right there, Hyung. Please." He begs when you hit his prostate dead on and continue to do so. "Fuck." He breaths out as he sits up, propping himself up on your chest.

He thought you looked as attractive, your sharp eyes looking over his fucked out face and your lips parted slightly as you let out small groans and gasps. Felix looked just as good, his hair all over the place, sticking to his forehead and his eyes were dilated, blown wide. His face flushed red and his mouth wide open as moans fall from his kiss swollen red lips.

Leaning forward again, he hovers over your lips for a moment before taking your bottom lip between his lips, licking and sucking before kissing you properly, firm and a bit messy as his hips stutter and slowly lose momentum. "You close, Pixie?" "S-So close, Hyung, don't stop, please don't stop."

You struggle but eventually make it to your back with out slowing down to much, Felix still holding himself up on your chest as you place your hands on his ass, spreading them before fucking up into him, pulling a yelp from him before he's leaning down and biting your shoulder causing you to hiss slightly. You repeatedly hit his prostate and the feeling of your hands moving to grip his hips in a bruising grip had him moaning into your shoulder.

A few more thrusts and his cum releases onto your stomach and his chest, his gummy walls squeeze you tight and you cumming in him, slowing down your trusts as you finish your release. "N-No...H-Hyungie, don't s-stop...s' close." His voice is quiet and meek and you realize just what has happened.

You gently roll over to lay him on his back, pulling out and brushing his hair away from his face. "Hey~ Pixie, you with me?" He whines softly and you sigh, quickly finding your boxers and rushing to the bathroom and rushing back to Felix to clean him up with a warm cloth.

He's still not back when you finish cleaning up and you sigh softly, moving to his suitcase and pulling out one of your hoodies and a pair of sweats that you are now realizing he stole from you since they were your size. You put the sweats on and put his boxers and your hoodie on him before getting both of you under the blankets.

You pull him onto your chest, pulling the hood onto his head and holding him close and tight, rubbing his back and whispering soft praises.

When he comes back, he buries his face into you neck, his hand balling up in the sweater sleeve as he tried to get closer to you. "Pixie?" He whines, moving his hand up to your collar bone. "Hey Baby. You okay?" "Yeah..." His voice is quiet with him buried into your neck. "I don't like it." He pouts and you chuckle as your left hand moves to the back of his head, lightly squeezing the back of his neck before rubbing his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Pixie."

His left arm moves to wrap around your waist and you pull him closer. "Sleep now." He mumbles and you can't help but laugh. "Okay, tiny, we can sleep now." He picks his head up slightly and kisses your jaw. You smile, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his cheek before closing your eyes to sleep with your baby in your arms.

[thoumpingground]

Okay, obviously I get why Emma gets to be the resident Disaster Matchmaker TM, but really John Thorpe gives her several runs for her money. He beats her in numbers of matches, execution, and production value accidentaly. Emma only managed to get Harriet's heart broken - twice. Thorpe's got it down to the details: he got Cathy the guy and a swoon worthy proposal. Cause if left to his own devices, Henry would have put together something sweet and heartfelt but simple, and Cathy would have been very happy of course, but she clearly doesn't mind a little bit of ✨romance✨. Thanks to Thorpe, she gets to brag forever that her husband loved her so much he bore being disowned and rode 70 miles on a horse to propose against his father's will.

Thorpe might be shooting in the dark, and aiming for the complete opposite goal, but d-mn it, he gets results, and I think he deserves to be the Austen Extended Universe Hipercompetent Matchmaking Menace TM. Not the least because, unlike Emma and every other Austen romantic rival, he has nothing else going for him.

[cococaffeinated]

Hi! I was wondering if you had any little headcanons on Jax, Kinger, and Gangle? Like maybe a story on how they bonded or something like that? Also, have a good rest of your day! I love your art!

I keep thinking about Jax and how he might have potentially gotten his key. It's been a source of so many branching possibilities for headcanons! One of the things I've headcanoned is that maybe Jax had received the key from Queenie just before they abstracted. A little token for "just in case". Drabble below and extra thoughts CW: angst, implied abstractification, mentions of Queenie

┍━☽【❖】☾━┑

Jax frowned as he looked at his hand, a golden key resting upon it; placed there by the dark queen piece that Kinger took a fancy to. It was the middle of the night, or at least Jax assumed it was. When Queenie entered his room, Jax assumed it was morning and he was being fetched for another adventure, but no one was awake yet, except him and the queen. "What is this?" the rabbit asked. Queenie simply smiled, despite the absence of a mouth, it seemed apologetic. "It's a key!" they replied, and Jax rolled his eyes but not with any real annoyance. "Yeah, I know what a key is, Queenie. This place makes people crazy, not stupid." Jax retorted, nervously twirling the heavy metal object in his hand. "What's this for?" 'It couldn't possibly be for an exit. If it had been, then they would have all gotten out by now.' Jax thought to himself. "It's a key that opens what is closed. It's something I won eons ago when Caine would let us ask for things after winning games and adventures." Queenie explains. This gave Jax no form of reassurance, where was this conversation even going? He furrowed his brow. "Okay..." he says slowly, unsure. Holding the key a little tighter now. "Seems, kinda important, don't ya think, toots?" he finished, trying to lighten the now heavy atmosphere of their conversation. Queenie nods their head once, "It is and that's why I'd like you to keep it... In case anything happens to me." With that Jax raised both hands in mock surrender, in disbelief. He laughed darkly as he shook his head.

"No. No, no. We're not having this conversation, Queenie. I'm not hearing this talk, not from you." Jax felt cold, dread sweeping through him. He couldn't imagine Queenie abstracting. Jax knew it could happen, it happens to anybody who so much as slips away too far into their own mind. Abstraction can happen to anybody, and Queenie was no exception to that. But still... It was hard to imagine. "It's just in my nature to take precautions, Jax. I'm not saying goodbye, this is just me making sure that if anything happens to me..." Queenie insisted. "No." "If anything happens to me, I need someone who's equally grounded to check on the others..." "No! No, I'm not listening to this cr#p, take the d$mn key back—" Jax felt Queenie's hands grasp gently onto his shoulders, he didn't realize he was trembling. A fragile silence passed between them. "Please, Jax." "Why me... If anything happened to you, I don't think I can lose Kinger too... And Gangle's not going to..." "Because I know, in your own way, you care for those two as much as I would, Jax. This key can help you go into rooms that are locked. It always starts with isolation, Always. Remember that. If Kinger or Gangle... or god forbid anyone else starts locking themselves away, even in the morning, you be your obnoxious self and charge right in, you understand?" Jax closed his eyes, pained at the thought of what this favor and responsibility entailed. "Jax, I need you to promise me you'll do this... Jax..." --- "Jax!" The rabbit blinked his eyes open, he looked confused and scared for only a fraction of a second before his eyes focused, and he lazily leered down at Gangle who looked up at him with concern. "Pomni was asking you a question..." She pointed out, Jax simply shrugged, his lazy grin stretching as he stretched his sleepiness away. "Mn, oh yeah? Did you, really? You normally whine so much Pomni, I keep thinking you're a squeaky toy NPC passing through." Voices droned away in his mind as the usual lecture from Ragatha about being mean to others carried on. His eyes casually swept to check everyone's attendance. Everyone was present today, ready for a new adventure to start. 'Good.' He thought, the golden key weighing heavy among the items he secretly carried. ┕━☽【❖】☾━┙ Of course, I don't know how Jax might have gotten the key or keys in the first place. I can't wait for the canon explanations (if any) if TADC ever gets a full season (I'm hopeful)!

Chess is one of my favorite games and knowing that queen pieces are powerful in their own right and can move in any direction, I kept thinking about how the key Jax now has could have belonged to Queenie previously.

And Jax's low-key (haha pun intended) checking on everyone who was left in the circus after Queenie abstracted was one of the many ways Jax became even closer to Kinger and Gangle.

But the little drabble above implies I also headcanon that Kinger, Queenie, and Gangle are Jax's cornerstones, his friends that he grew close to. Enough that when Queenie felt herself starting to slip away, she confided to Jax with the responsibility of checking on their remaining loved ones. It's a heavy responsibility but it's neat to think that Queenie knows that Jax has a certain way of coping with his surroundings that ensures that he'll last longer than most.

Also, imagine:

Jax is the one who gives Kinger the idea of making a pillow fort (an impenetrable fortress). To make it in the middle of the circus. If Jax sees Kinger is there, it puts him at ease that Kinger is still there, wearing his madness just as well as he advised him to (in a previous hc-comic I made) when he first arrived in the circus.

[1ris5starlight]

Mhm...I'm kinda curious how this will go..

(0:37) ...You OK Eclipse?

(1:32) I LIKE THIS NEW DIMENSION EVEN MORE NOW!!

(3:30) ptf- I love this duo so much-!🤭

(5:19) Omg. I FORGOT HOW HAPPY AND ENERGETIC SUN WAS BEFORE-

This brings back old memories..

(5:37) Hello New Sun! :D

(6:50) ...yeahh, I forgot how he avoided Moon...

(7:37) God- how he shut up in this moment almost broke me.. he was really scared of Moon back then...

(8:29) D@mn- straight to the point Eclipse-

(11:01) PTF- WHAT NOW?

(15:24) Puppet you're not helping-

(16:31) ptf- poor Eclipse- he's being bombarded by words right now-

(17:45) God job. Now he's traumatised!

(18:16) Uh! New Sun knows spanish really well!

(23:32) You want to see how this Moon acts and how mush he's smart, don't you Eclipse?

This video was interesting...

If this Sun and Moon are more close to the game, than Moon has a virus or killcode that makes him more aggressive and if they separate(which I hope so, because they deserve to be their own person) that virus needs to be eliminated, before It causes more problems..

And if there is a killcode, now Eclipse, Puppet etc.. know how to handle it, because they already went trow that, especially Eclipse.

I hope this new Sun (Moon too, but it will be really difficult) and Eclipse can be sorta of friends!

[wesleysniperking]

Yasopp and Usopp

This clip from Strong World: Episode 0 gets me each and every time.

Why?

Because I think of the fact that Yasopp eventually did leave Usopp and Banchina because of his dream, and it’s so amazing how much Usopp resembles Yasopp here (minus the nose). Like, seriously. Yasopp’s hairstyle is so retro but still has that Usopp pre-timeskip vibe. In the manga Usopp sits on the cliff/hill and sees the Romance Dawn trio approaching Syrup Village (Chapter 23? I think?).

Yasopp is sitting on that same-ish(?) hill.

Shanks is wearing that same d*mn straw hat.

It makes me wish we could get a movie or special of the Red-hair Pirates’ early days, and see how much alike Yasopp and Usopp truly are. Because c’mon, I can’t believe Yasopp didn’t at least have a few hiccups along the way. The old geezer can barely face his son right now. Shaky knees and all. Might get island diseases too.

Although this is irrelevant…Usopp and Yasopp are both fire signs (Leo and Aries). They both love fish of the season. They are both great sharpshooters/snipers. They both have observation haki (yes, Yasopp’s is advanced but still…)…and more we have yet to see.

Also, what’s another thing worth noting is that no matter how selfish Usopp may come off (although he isn’t selfish at all), I can most certainly say that it speaks volumes that when the RD trio was approaching, Usopp had his pirate trio with him. Meaning that, maybe this represents that Yasopp is selfish in his journey, but Usopp isn’t. He’s able to connect with the others in the way his father isn’t.

When Shanks approached Yasopp, Yasopp was alone. Meaning again, that not only is Usopp not a selfish guy, but he is definitely a true leader. His dad doesn’t necessarily lead (I don’t see it in him—even at commander status and what he did in RED); at least in the sense of what I’m thinking. There’s something better with Usopp than what his dad ever had going for himself.

Leave it to shonen manga fans to define (in a half-baked way) what true masculinity and superiority looks like…whatever.

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[arcaneauthor]

I love your writing so much, if it wouldn't be too much trouble could do you something where Ghost and the reader get tattoos together

(kinda like the story where the 2 got tattoos for each other without the other knowing but this time they decide to get one together?)

If not thats 100% okay and I hope you have an Amazing day!

Warnings: None? Needles I guess? But it’s not described. Fluffffff

A/n: Sorry this took so long, my motivation has been 📉 lately. But thank you so much for the kind words and amazing request❤️ Hope you like it! Also this is technically a part 3 to my other story but can be read as a standalone.

-$-

“Would you get another one?” He asks suddenly one day as their sitting at the table, a deck of cards in hand.

Yes you know having poker be your date night activity is strange, but your relationship wasn’t exactly anyones definition of “normal” to begin with. But it was your normal. So, yes, sitting at the table on a Friday night with a group of playing cards in one hand and a take out taco in the other was your definition of a good time, sue you.

You look up from your deck at his question, he still hadn’t looked up from his, “What?”

“A tattoo. Would you ever get another one?” He questions, leaning back in his seat, eyes finally connecting to yours.

“I-I mean I’m not- opposed to the idea, if I found the right one.” You’re still not sure of the meaning of this. The question was so sudden

He hums, nodding his head. Eyes gazing back down at his cards, as if they held all the answers.

You raise an eyebrow, “why?” You drawl out.

He shrugs,“Curious.” Is all you get as response before he stands up, throwing his deck down on the table, “I win.” He proclaims in in a baritone voice, then promptly turns to step out of the room. Your eyes following him in total confusion.

They then flick down to his discarded hand.

A royal flush.

That bastard.

Shaking your head slightly, you can’t help but let a fond smirk overtake your face as your ears catch onto the sound of water pittering against the shower floor.

Your boyfriend, the man of many words.

-$-

About a week later.

“Are we there yet?”

Simon sighs in annoyance, the hand not on the steering wheel rubbing his temple, “You’re not bloody five years old, stop asking me that.”

You give him a pouty lip just for show,”But we’ve been driving forever.”

“Twenty minutes. We’ve drove for twenty minutes.”

That short?… really?

“Well how the heck am I supposed to know that, I can’t d*mn well watch the clock now can I?” You question rhetorically as you lightly tug on the blindfold secured around your eyes for emphasis.

He lightly swats your hand away,”Don’t touch it.”

You huff indignantly, but do lower your hand,”Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

“Oh come on.”

Simon huffs, that seems to be a reoccurring thing for him the last twenty minutes, “Impatient little thing.”

You could’ve swore you heard some fondness in that sentence.

-$-

Around, what you assume to be, ten minutes later, you feel Ghost’s truck gently pull to a stop. Slightly jostling the both of you as you hear the gear shift click into park.

You sit up in your seat,”Are we there?”

“Yes.”

“Oh thank gosh. Can I please take this off now?” You point towards the blind fold,”I don’t know how you wear that mask 24/7, this thing is killer.”

“It’s not that bad.” You can hear his seatbelt click and the sound of his old Ford door creaking open.

“Wait! Can I take this thing off or not?”

“Almost.” The truck shifts as he steps out. Giving a slight rock at the absence of Simon’s massive body weight.

The door shutting cuts off any response you had. For a short split second you think he’s left you, until he opens your door. Ever the gentleman.

You unbuckle and twist around, legs hanging out the door. Now how are you going to do this blind? You try wiggling your foot around, but can’t feel anything but air.

“Uh- could you like guide me to-“

You cut yourself off with a squeal as, without a word, you’re swept out of your seat. Simon picking you up in a bridal carry, one hand under your thighs, the other around your back, as you rap your hands around his neck in a panic.

“Simon-!”

“Every girl wants to be treated like a princess at least once, don’t they?” You can physically hear his smirk.

It’s embarrassing how much that made your heart flutter.

“You could at least warn me first!”

“Then I wouldn’t get to hear that cute little squeak.” He gives a deep chuckle

You’d never admit to the extent of redness that your cheeks turned to.

You’d also never admit how much you like the feeling of his large hands gripping tightly to the bare skin of your thighs. The gentle scrape of his calisced fingers being almost therapeutic. For such a large man, his hold is surprisingly gentle, always is when he’s touching you. Never wanting to bring you any semblance of pain.

Even after all this time, his touch never fails to raise your skin into goosebumps.

“Alright,” his words bring you back from your touch induced daze,”We’re here.” He sets you back onto your feet, your hands lingering around his neck a little longer than necessary.

“Allow me.” You feel his hands reach around the back of your head, fiddling with the knot.

The blindfold slips loose easily underneath his skilled fingers.

Your eyelashes flutter open now that the obscurity is out of the way. Though you’re forced to immediately scrunch them back closed as the light floods your corneas, leaving colorful spots dancing across the back of your eyelids. It’s only after a few tries that you can actually see anything then just a bright white. Vision finally clearing, you take in your surroundings, particularly the building with a big neon sign atop it.

It’s-

It’s-

The tattoo parlor?

You flick your curious eyes from the sign to Ghost. His face, the upper half that’s not obscured by the black surgical mask, almost looks, dare you say, nervous. Well, maybe not fully nervous, but, slightly unsure of himself?

“Wha-what are we doing here exactly?”

“Well-uh- I thought that, maybe we could get tattoos?”

“But-we already have tattoos?” He made the big deal of blindfolding you, and hauling your a** out of the car to,,get more tattoos. You’d accompanied him to this place multiple times, what’s different now?

“I meant like, together?”

It takes your brain an embarrassingly long time to catch on, your period of silence making Simon’s hesitation only grow.

“Ohhhhh, you mean like-like a couples tattoo.” You feel your smile start to grow as you grab his arm, pulling on it in excitement like a kid in a candy store.

Ghost’s hesitation seems to all but disappear in the face of your happiness, his eyes softening as he observed your childish antics.

“Yeah.” He finally responds breathily, before he remembers something,”I’ve gotta’ picture of the stencils if you wanna-“ He reaches towards his back pocket, though your hand over his stops him. He look up into your eyes, which are shining with love and joy.

“I’m sure whatever you have in mind is perfect.” You lean up on your tiptoes to give him a sweet peck on the cheek,”Thank you.”

You could’ve swore you saw his cheeks turn a little pink, though he doesn’t let you observe him for long before he’s clearing his throat, turning his face away.

He offers his hand to you in invitation,”Ready?”

You smile, placing your hand in his,”Yep!”

-$-

You both take turns since Ghost refuses to use any of the other artists besides Jackson. And refuses to let you use anyone else. Says he trusts him the most, with his whole identity thing and to not hurt you.

Simon won’t even let you in the room during his session, saying that he wants to reveal it after they’re both finished. He sits by your side during your tattooing, holding your hand and making sure you don’t look before it’s finished. Even rubs his hand over your arm when you wince, whispering a little “You got this princess” in your ear.

Jackson wipes the remaining ink residue from your lower arm,”Alright, looks like we’re finished!” He begins cleaning up his tools.

You and Simon turn to look at one another.

“You wanna see em’?” He asks.

You give him a deadpan expression,”No, I wanna wait another hour. Of course I wanna see!” You excitedly sit up on the bench

He fondly shakes his head, and when he speaks, you can hear the smile, “Alright, close your’ eyes for a moment.” An order you immediately comply with.

You hear rustling and then a slight ripping sound, which you assume is him tearing the bandage from his own tattoo if Jackson’s chastisements are anything to go by. Chastisements that Simon, of course, answers with a quick “Stop your bloody worrying, it’ll be fine”

You feel him grab your arm, careful around the tender area, and pull it up in front of you, placing it beside of his.

“You can look.”

You eyes flutter open, even though in the dim parlor lights you’re not nearly as blinded as when you removed the blindfold earlier, it still takes a second for shapes to register. When they do, your gaze immediately latches on to the two arms displayed in front of you. Your breath hitches.

“You like em’?” And there’s that unsureness again. Rearing it’s head in the face of your prolonged silence.

You look at him, eyes hesitant to leave Jackson’s masterpieces, “Like them? I love them!”

You basically tackle him in a hug, again, being careful with your arm, and almost fall off the bench from the momentum. Ghost lets out a little huff of amusement as he catch’s your weight with his other arm, “They’re perfect. Thank you.” You lean back enough to look at him.

He bumps his forehead lightly against yours,”Anything for you, sweetheart.”

The endearment makes you heart jump, a soft smile lighting your face. Every single thing this man does, makes you fall farther and farther in the depths of love.

“Can we please cover them now?” Jackson exclaims from the other side of the room, holding up a roll bandages.

You both burst out in giggles.

[yandere-writer-momo]

The poll results speak. You’re getting some sugar relationship actionnnn plus their hot son

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Orochi Doppo and Natsue addition (plus one-sided Katsumi)

Minors DNI. People who find my content cringe do not interact. Don’t even look at it. Don’t even acknowledge it. (I had a dream about this)

Uncomfortable themes: age difference, obsession, NSFW, escorting, sugar baby, etc

Doppo and Natsue

They decided to try to spice up their marriage a bit. Their sex life had taken a hit recently and they felt at a stand still. It was thanks to Katsumi that they came up with the idea of a third. He was talking loudly with Katou and Suedou about threesomes and it was then that they decided to try one out for themselves (they know d*mn well none of the karatekas were having sex but it still inspired them)

They decide to look for a sugar baby. That way it’s a symbiotic relationship for all parties. And you were a pretty face indeed! You certainly didn’t look like you belonged in such a website with how innocent you portrayed yourself but maybe that’s what caught their eye. How modest you were amongst the others

They set up a date with you and you’re even cuter in person! Like a lamb. You were also close in age to Katsumi, but they weren’t deterred. You had an old soul. You were so easy to talk to and the three of you got along incredibly well. It was the perfect match!

They discussed the threesome idea with you and payments. You admitted that this would be your first sugar relationship and more. You needed money for schooling so you would I be okay with their offer (it was better than a job). Natsue was thrilled. The two of them pay you handsomely for your time and arrange for you to come over

When they bring you over for the first time, you run into Katsumi. It was just a chance meeting but Natsue and Doppo didn’t expect their son to develop a crush on you. Nor did they expect him to follow you around like a puppy dog

It was when they told him to leave that he began to be a little strange. They didn’t pay any mind to him though. Katsumi was an adult, he was going to find out what his parents do behind closed doors one day

The first time the three of you got intimate, it was definitely more of a learning experience. A tangle of limbs and shy kisses. Natsue never knew someone could be so soft and sweet and Doppo didn’t know how nice it felt to have two people giving him attention. This whole situation made the older couple feel so many years younger

This arrangement really sparked back up their sex life but they enjoyed having you in the mix. You were the missing piece. But they did notice how uncomfortable you seemed around Katsumi and his advances. So Doppo just keeps you away from his son

You were in their bed four to five days a week, you were basically their newest member of the family at this point as the days turned to months. They enjoyed your company so much, they are going to ask you to move in with them

Doppo and Natsu are very gentle with you and everything is incredibly sensual. You’re always left satisfied and you make sure to give them as much satisfaction as possible. Whether your under Doppo or Natsue, you make sure to leave them both breathless

Doppo and Natsue take you on lots of dates. They just love spending time with you. It isn’t always sex with them

Katsumi mentions your close relationship to his parents to his friends and they look at him horrified. They inform him that you’re their third. Reality hits Katsumi like a truck. Is that why you kept rejecting him? Because you’re in a relationship with his parents?

He goes over a little earlier and that’s when he sees Doppo pressing a kiss on one of your cheeks while Natsue presses a kiss on the other while you cook. He couldn’t believe he didn’t see it before

He now has a front row seat to your relationship and he’s so jealous of Doppo and Natsue. He is absolutely starving for any crumbs of attention he gets from you. He will want more and more if you give him the slightest acknowledgment (he’s delusional)

When you move in with Doppo and Natsue, Katsumi starts to swing by everyday to the point his parents have to have one on one time with you. It’s a little frustrating how he’s interfering but Doppo is quick to catch onto Katsumi’s feelings for you

Doppo sits Katsumi down to explain that you were his and Natsue’s partner and he needs to let go but Katsumi wasn’t having it. You were the same age as him so you should be with someone close in age to you. It turns into a pretty heated argument actually

So you have one of two choices. Continue the agreement to just be with Natsue and Doppo or allow Katsumi into the equation to keep the peace. Now you will be with Katsumi one on one only and on the weekends (it’s like a custody agreement)

Doppo and Natsue will respect either decision and Katsumi will still chase after you regardless of your rejection of him

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~Big spoon, little spoon (+cuddle) headcanons for the Main 6~

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Loui: mainly little spoon

-he is often the victim of being snatched and cuddled closely (I mean- who wouldn’t snatch and cuddle th living f*ck outta him 🥺)

-he is always the little spoon, with only a few exceptions

-the only way this boy is sleeping is if he is with someone else like Florida, Mass, Texas, or Georgia

-he is very, VERY cuddly, especially when he’s sleepy

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Florida: big spoon

-he is always the big spoon, no matter what

-despite his chaotic energy and personality, he really loves being able to hold his loved ones in his arms as if he were protecting them

-he is always very warm, and while he is absolutely jacked, he is strangely comfortable to cuddle with

-he will snatch literally anybody to cuddle at random times of the day. New York just drinking coffee and contemplating on putting a gun barrel in his mouth? Snatched. Loui just simply existing? Snatched. Texas overworking with no break? Snatched. Gov nonstop working? Snatched.

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Cali: big spoon

-mans is always the big spoon

-he is like Florida, warm and jacked, but comfy

-York usually ends up being his cuddle victim cuz he knows that Yorkie is beyond touch-starved

-during that one winter where Texas and Loui both froze over, Cali and Florida snatched both of them and cuddled them since Flo and Cali were both warm.

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Texas: 50/50

-sometimes he’s the big spoon, other times he’s the little spoon

-he loves being big spoon cuz he’s able to hold those he loves close and "guard" them as they sleep

-this man will NEVER, and I mean NEVER, admit that he loves being little spoon and that he loves being held. Tho it is quite obvious that he enjoys it, seeing as he doesn’t fight back or protest against it if somebody manages to pin him down and cuddle/hug him

-has definitely been manhandled and cuddled by Alaska. No doubt about it. And while he grumbled and protested a bit, he secretly did not mind it, and definitely hopes it’ll happen again (and it does)

-Loui has definitely fallen asleep on top of Texas just so Tex wouldn’t move, and Texas won’t move because he has a "secret" soft spot for Loui, and loves being able to hold those he loves.

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Gov/DC: mostly little spoon

-first off, if you’re gonna cuddle this mf, you’re gonna have to go through the struggle of getting his stubborn *$$ away from his work

-he usually ends up being the little spoon and the big spoon at the same time if there’s two people cuddling him "against his will" (usually Florida and Loui, Florida big-spooning Gov and Gov little-spooning Loui)

-because of how sleep deprived he is, if somebody cuddles him, he will fall asleep nearly instantly, but not without some sleepy protests

-gets handed over to Georgia a lot so that he will actually sleep and not just run on coffee

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And finally New York: little spoon

-yes his scrawny 5’10 *$$ is a little spoon and yes he would rather take a swim in Australia’s oceans and walk through hell in full winter gear before admitting it.

-much like Loui, being cuddled is the only way he’s getting any proper sleep whether he would like to admit it or not

-he will fall asleep in the arms of whoever is holding him whilst purring if they end up petting him like a d*mn cat "against his will" (I say "against his will" cuz he could literally make them stop at any moment if he wanted them to, whether it be with a single word or a punch to the family jewels)

-he usually ends up being the cuddle victim of Cali or Florida and Loui, and he "secretly loves it more than life

-when getting cuddled, for the cuddler it’ll be more like having a sleeping cat next to them if York isn’t fully relaxed (as in, he’s curled up in a ball with his arms wrapped around his torso)

[sins-and-wins-with-vix]

Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rebooted” E2: The Art of the Silent Fist

Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy!

Make sure to reblog, comment, and like, and tell me your thoughts!

- Theme ✅

- How convenient for the animators that Wu’s memories are all in third person ❌

- “No robots…” Lloyd forgets that Zane isn’t dead… yet. ❌

- Where did Nya get a green suit for Lloyd? ❌

- “There’s a reason [Wu’s] lived as long as he has.” Yeah, because he’s part of nearly every mythical, immortal creature in the book. There’s so many different forms of magical DNA in this guy that, frankly, I’m surprised he isn’t radioactive ❌

- “You guys go ahead. I will stay back and watch [the blades].” Wow, they didn’t even try to argue with him, huh? The DISRESPECT ❌

- Wait, why does Nya like Cole? We saw that the two were assigned as a perfect match, but we never saw hints of Nya actually liking him and now we’re supposed to believe she’s suddenly in love with both of them? What?? ❌

- “But Cole… Cole is not Jay (positive)…” OOOHHHHHHHHH🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

- Seriously though, this is such an awful line considering Jay is her canon love interest. And don’t say they didn’t know Jaya was gonna be canon because I do not believe there was a second they were actually going to make Cole and Nya a thing ❌

- I’m not even gonna sin them for tweaking Garmadon’s design from the end of last season because this one is objectively better ✅

- “Check out the new Sensei… lookin sharp!” Jay is a Garmadon simp confirmed and I really don’t know if that’s a sin or not anymore

- “SILENCE” *WHACK* Ohoh, I’m gonna like him, aren’t I? ✅

- How did Zane not notice the blades being stolen from in front of him? He clearly wasn’t sleeping, and Pixal later even says she wasn’t built for stealth ❌

- “Pixal? What are you doing?” “Discontinuing an old droid!” D*mn ✅

- Was that even a Pixal scream? It sounded a lot like Nya ❌

- “How about we take her apart to find out!” Jeez Kai calm down. Imagine what the others would say if he wanted to dismember a human ❌

- “Relax, not a weapon!” Then why didn’t they just bring them inside in the first place?!?! ❌

- “These nindroids are so much fas-“ Give me perfectly timed cuts for 400 Alex ✅

- “wouldn’t that mean shutting down Pixal too?” “Don’t tell Zane!” The ninja don’t even seem to consider Pixal as a living entity. They only even take her into account as a reference to Zane, nothing else. You can’t convince me they would be this chill about taking out the power if a human’s life was on the line. Basically what I’m saying is the ninja are racist ❌

- “We are all different, but I do not feel so different around you…”⬇️ ✅

- “Ever since we left I’ve been worried about [the students].” “Oh, Dareth’s looking after them.” Was that supposed to ease Cole’s worries cuz I’m pretty sure it made them worse ❌

- “Ya know, Cole, you don’t get the credit you deserve. You always put others ahead of yourself! I know the other ninja get all the attention but I just want you to know, you’re a good guy.” This is literally just the writers trying to convince us to care about Cole at a point in which such a small amount of the fandom actually did. I love Cole, I always have, but I think anyone who was in the fandom prior to the Wildbrain era can attest to how ignored he was as a character. This went off on a small rant so to clarify, I’m not sinning this because of how underrated Cole used to be (personally I think that’s more the fandom at the time’s fault than the show itself). I’m sinning this because it felt awkward and forced ❌

- “Don’t tell Jay.” Why? There was nothing inherently romantic about that line, or this situation in general, so what is there to not tell Jay? ❌

- “This is where all of Ninjago gets its power.” Zane mansplains something that even Dareth should be able to determine Pixal already knows ❌

- “I will call you Mindroid!” *angry mindroid noises* Worry not, Mindroid. One day we will join together and seek vengeance against all those who mock us with labels like “fun-sized” and “vertically challenged.” We are living versions of the pocket knife - cleverly concealed until the final moments in which we are revealed to deliver the killing blow.

- “Stupid technology!” Kai said, to the glass case ❌

- “oh who cares about probability!” this is character development… I have absolutely no idea where it came from or how Pixal developed but it sure is there ❌

- How unlucky was Pix that she just happened to land on the ONE laser we’ve seen throughout this entire episode? ❌

- *Mindroid breaks into office* “Great! Now they come in fun-sized!” ✅

- “This is no time for a lesson, Kai!” Actually, the climax generally is the time for the lesson, Jay

- The nindroids might have Storm Trooper aim but that doesn’t make it okay for the ninja to dodge in the worst possible way just to show off ❌

- Lloyd - beloved Green Bean - you’re supposed to cup the water in your hands, sweetie… not just stick your whole face in the pond like you’re bobbing for apples… ❌

- “This is why I took an oath of peace!” Why? So you and your son could get mauled by a giant, robotic dragon?? ❌

- Mindroid dies, and although killing him is 100% sinnable by death, this is actually a sin because he appears unscathed later on multiple times ❌

- Why does it take so long for Pixal to lose power? ❌

- “Your mission was important. I was not. I am to assist; I assisted.” The show never acknowledges how tragic this scene is. Well, it does, but only with Pixane, not Pixal as her own character. We constantly get to see glimpses of Pixal’s insecurities, but rarely see them built on or developed. ❌

- The only source of power for ALL of Ninjago is operated by this one tower and no one thought that was a bad idea ❌

- “We are compatible?” “Yes, yes we are.” ✅

- Look, Pixane is my favorite canon ship, but I still hate the way it happened. It was rushed, under-developed, and just didn’t feel right. ❌

- But also, Pixal only has feelings for Zane once it’s obvious that he feels that way about her so… recipromantic Pixal canon? ✅

Sentence: Mindroid coming for your kneecaps

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Revenge

Yennefer loves Geralt and Jaskier, but they can, and do get on her nerves. They can be just downright f***ing annoying! It isn't always on purpose, though. It's little things they do, their little habits and mannerisms that drive her crazy.

It's how Jaskier will make a sandwich and walk away, leaving the counter looking like a five year old tried to make lunch.

It's Geralt leaving his pile of monster gut splattered clothes on the bathroom floor like he doesn't know where the s*dding clothes hamper is. And then Yennefer finds the one shirt he left in a corner somewhere that now smells like a d*mn dead animal.

It's Jaskier and Geralt playing Garbage/Trash Jenga to avoid having to be the one that has to empty the rubbish bins. It was truly impressive how high the garbage could be piled. Yennefer sometimes measured the towers in secret, out of idle curiosity.

Yennefer finds the sound of Geralt chewing annoying. He sounds like f***ing horse grazing. Some days she wonders if she will be the fist woman in history to murder her husband over how loudly he chews.

She can't stand the way Jaskier refuses to put the cup down or just refill it when he's obviously drained it. He just keeps sucking on the straw and moving it around the bottom of the cup like there might be some of whatever he's drinking hiding behind an ice cube.

Geralt keeps leaving his hair in the shower drain. Every day, there is a massive clump of hair, just squatting there. The man sheds like a d*mn wolf in summer. He's got so much f***ing hair, and it grows so fast! And he can wash it with a cheap bar of soap and it will always look amazing. It's not fair!

Jaskier keeps using her skincare products, and her bodywash. Yennefer doesn't really mind that he uses them, what p*sses her off is that he always waits until the containers are completely empty before buying more. And the containers are always empty when Yennefer goes to use them!

And that's something else that annoys her. Geralt and Jaskier will put empty food containers back in the fridge instead of just throwing them out, or putting them in the dishwasher, that neither of them seems to have figured out how to load, start, and empty.

One would think that both men were f***ing illiterate and incompetent because neither one of them seemed to be able to read the To Do list on the fridge or complete one of the tasks.

And yet "Your mom" always ended up on the list and got checked off. Sometimes twice.

Yennefer can be mopping the kitchen floor, and one of them will accidentally spill something, then just f***ing walk away!

Jaskier will giggle at words like "bumhole" , and "weiner", yet claim to be a mature adult.

Jaskier: "I am too a mature adult, Yennefer!

Yennefer: "Boobies."

Jaskier: *cackling, giggling, wheezing*

Geralt will routinely take his phone into the bathroom with him and spend 45 minutes taking a sh*t. Yennefer doesn't know if it actually takes him that long to pinch a loaf, or if he squirts it out in the first two minutes, then spends the rest of the time playing on his phone. Whichever it is, he always seems to do it when Yennefer needs to get in there.

And then he doesn't even have the courtesy to spray some air freshener when he is done! He just leaves it smelling like the inside of the devil's colon!

And that's another thing! The smells! Between their funky sweat and their rancid farts, Yennefer wonders if her olfactory receptors are going last much longer.

Then there is how, when asked what they would like for dinner, they both respond unhelpfully with 'Whatever'.

There's many other little things that get on her nerves, and when her last, frayed nerve snaps, Yennefer has her ways of getting revenge.

If one of them annoys her too much while they are eating, she sends them to the Dipsh*t Table.

After Geralt got so angry with Jaskier that he left him at the mall, Yennefer cast a spell on him that made him literally sh*t golden bricks for the rest of the day anytime he got angry. Jaskier spent that day p*ssing him off on purpose, and they ended up with a small fortune. It had been the best spell Yennefer had ever cast. Geralt's a**hole had vehemently disagreed.

Jaskier ended up with a silencing spell on him after he wouldn't shut up. Yennefer and Geralt had finally gotten a few hours of blessed silence, and a little amusement. They sat watching Jaskier gesticulate and flap about, raging mutely and making obscene gestures, and made a game of guessing what the gestures meant.

Geralt made the mistake of telling Yennefer that she needed to 'lighten up'. Cue Yennefer casting a spell so her and Jaskier's shoes made the Tennis shoe/Sneaker Squeak sound whenever they took a step.

Geralt ended up as a small, angry pomeranian after he woke up in a bad mood and wouldn't stop b*tching about everything. That had only made things worse. He'd barked and yapped, p*ssed AND sh*t on the floor, then chased Jaskier through the house before cornering him in the laundry room and savaging his foot.

Jaskier spent a few minutes as a donkey because "If you are going to act like an a**..." Yennefer had quickly turned him back after he followed her around incessantly braying, and then farted on her.

She turned Geralt into a potoo because, well, he already looked like one anyway. He hadn't done anything particularly annoying that day, she'd just thought it would be funny.

She turned Jaskier into a baby after he kept whining about everything, and she instantly regretted it because oh, no, he's f***ing cute!

Yennefer cast a spell on Geralt that made him cough up a mouthful tiny d*cks every time he 'Hmm'ed instead of used words.

She gave Geralt a little girl's voice after he made fun of the way she had screamed when a cockroach flew at her. Jaskier had teased him relentlessly, only laughing harder the more Geralt demanded (in his little girl voice) that he shut up.

[viktheviking1]

Blitz and Stolas sat at the only table in the room, forced there together by fate, destiny, and some f**ker who thought it'd be funny. They hadn't really spoken since they ended the full moon arrangement, and suddenly they were stuck here together, locked in a room.

“You know, I- Aw, sh*t!” Blitz knocked over the candelabra on the table and a small fire began on the tablecloth. Much to Stolas's delight, Blitz tore off his coat and was right about to start pounding the candelabra to put out the fire, when suddenly an arm scooped it out of the way, and sprayed the table with a fire extinguisher, getting the foam all over Blitz in the process.

"Woah, there! That was a close one!" A robo fizz in a suit came out of nowhere. "My apologies, gentleman. Let me fix that for you."

"Oh c****t on a stick, not another one of you f**kers." Blitz said as the robot effortlessly replaced the tablecloth, candelabra, and menus, putting the ruined ones on a cart beside them.

The robot grinned disturbingly wide, “Now, now. I am entirely my own bot, so whatever experiences you have had in the past, should not apply to me. So, are we ready to order?”

Blitz, still standing from his seat, jabbed a finger at the faux fizzarolli, “You listen here, you low-grade piece of scrap, you had better turn right back around, tell whoever the f**k your master is to let us out, or I will tear off your arms, tie them together, and shove them up-”

The robot backed up in response, putting it’s hands in front of him as a blockade, “Woah there, buddy! R-relax! No need to-”

“Hang on, just a g**d*mn minute!” Blitz grabbed it by the collar, and pinched it’s cheek, “Fizza-f**king-rolli, you trapped us in here?!”

“I-I-I assure you, sir, a-a-as realistic as I was made to seem, I am only a replica of the real thing.” The ‘robot’ began to sweat.

“Sticking to the lie, huh? Tell me, are you s*xbots ticklish?” Blitz said as he went for Fizz’s sides.

He let out a high pitched squeak and fell to the ground, Blitz followed, still tickling his waist, “Okay! O-okay! I give up! F**k!” He said between laughs.

Stolas looked between the two men feeling confused, and maybe just a twinge jealous.

“Good. Now let us out. You will have some explaining to do later, but right now I just want to get Loona back home before it gets dark.” Blitz stopped tickling Fizz, but still straddled him.

“Oh come on! We had this whole thing planned. At least stay and chat with your birdie over dinner.” Fizz urged.

Blitz let out an exasperated sigh, “No, Fizz. I am not staying here for one more minute with that pretentious owl. Okay? Enough of your bullsh*t.”

“Oh, you wanna talk about bullsh*t? How come we set up this whole romantic atmosphere for you guys and all you can do is sit in silence? You guys are both dying to talk about your feelings, but you say nothing!” Fizz slithered out from under him and sat up.

“My g** Fizz you really don’t know when to mind your own business, do you? There are no-" Blitz's sighed, his face blushed a little as he looked at the ground. Then remembering who's fault all this was, got back at it, "No feelings to talk about, okay?!” Blitz grabbed the jester by the shirt and shook him a little, his bells jingling, “You can lock us in a gaudy *ss room, with all the f**king candles you could fit in one of your boyfriend’s condoms, but nothing is going to convince me to go out with a binge drinking, kinky *ss doormat who can’t call someone daddy without thinking of his own neglectful father and is weirdly clingy with his daughter 'cause she's the only good thing in his life-”

“Blitz, I’m pretty sure you just described yourself.” Fizz pointed out, but Blitz ignored him.

“I mean, what did you expect?! For me to burst out into song, proclaiming my undying love?! Get real. Even if we started dating, it wouldn't be long before he realizes that I’m just a pathetic excuse of a demon, and he’ll regret all the sacrifices he would've had to make for to be with me. In the end, I’ll just end up ruining someone else’s life! It always ends the same! Just like you said, I will die alone!" He was crying, head down, tears dripping onto Fizz’s shirt, which he was still clutching onto.

Fizz watched the tears stream down his face, "I never said tha-"

"It doesn't matter, Fizz. Nothing matters. And there's nothing you can say or do will convince me to tell him how I feel.”

“. . . I think you just did.” Fizz said, and they both looked over to Stolas’s direction, but found him gone, a portal left open by the table, “Ah, f**k!”

“He could’ve made one of those the whole time!” Blitz stood up and shouted.

“That’s not the point, idiot! He probably left after hearing all the sh*t you said about him.” Fizz went up to him and smacked his shoulder.

“. . . Ah, f*ck.” Blitz covered his face with both his hands, and dragged them down, so done with himself.

Fizz sighed, “You dumb*ss.”

Read More of The Pompous and the Prick: a Stolasxblitz fanfiction here. Chapter 15 is out now!

[oh-hell-help-me]

Okay, real talk.

I love Bowser and Luigi.

Not just as a pairing, 'cause hot D*MN, as individual characters with separate 'flavors' of personality that just go so well together, I cAnT eVeN-

Ahem.

So, Bowser first.

Bowser is this one character that I love by how bombastic he is -simply stunning by how he presents himself and does so with self-assured pride in himself, his kingdom, his minions (even after they f*ck up), and his kid(s). He is undoubtedly stubborn, and for-sure morally skewed, but that fleshes him out more as a person throughout the Mario games. I appreciate his hopeless romantic side and respect the fact that he upholds his own values and isn't wishy-washy with his decisions regarding them (at least in my perception). Overall, great and very appreciated character.

And Luigi?

Luigi is that one guy I would cocoon in five layers of bubble wrap and a cozy blanket just to feed him soup. He is shy, a bit of a dork, and a scaredy-cat, but he is much more than that! He is the character who keeps surprising you with kindness and bravery you wouldn't expect from him at first glance. He punches those expectations in the face (and apologizes, of course) and isn't the least bit inclined to be malicious or spiteful from his luck in life. He is clumsy, endearingly polite, and the kind of person I would HOPE to be -in the way that he is a resiliently, genuinely nice person.

This is all I can currently voice for these characters at the moment, but I hope anyone and everyone can appreciate these two separately AND together!