#I want to smother him

[yappacadaver]

:333333 ouh he is my little pogchamp hehe

template from here!!!

[prismatica-the-strange]

He's so baby girl

He's just SO BABY GIRL

[effrvsnt107]

alec hardy.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gojo is the type of bf to kiss you alllllll the time when you least expect it . i know he is. super casually and whenever he feels like it, no matter what you’re doing….. every time you so much as pucker your lips in thought he’s There and ready to smooch you :((((((( you’re sitting on the couch and reading? smooch. you’re cooking? smooch. you’re in the shower? smooch. how did he get in there? smooch. he’s insane and addicted and he loves you sosomuch……..

[minghzi]

omg i love the hanzo valentine collab skin /s

[cheekylittlepupp]

He's just so soft, so precious...

[respectthepetty]

Great is a 30-year-old man, but episode seven of Wandee Goodday could've told me he was a 19-year-old child, and I would've went with it.

Because every time Yak looked sad, I was thinking about how the world was hurting Yei and Cher's only child. Their precious son was in pain!

And each time he was dealt another blow, he looked younger in my eyes. Here he is as a 15-year-old.

When Yei pulled him up by his shirt and threw the boxing gloves behind him, he was 12.

I have baby-fied this man, and the SECOND he said "Doc" in that tiny little voice the way he did, I would have given him EVERYTHING he wanted!

If he wanted a bouncy house, he would get a bouncy house. If he wanted fideo, I would've gotten up right then and there and made him fideo. If he just wanted to put his head in my lap and cry, I would've gotten a cramp in my leg because I wouldn't have moved until he was ready to get up as the little space-themed night light glowed in his room.

Yak is now tesorito (my little treasure).

And only Kao can come over to the house.

The rest of y'all are on notice for hurting mi cielo.

[teddybeartoji]

thinking abt gojo being so visually motivated bc of the six eyes that he’s just always fucking staring at u. like you’re laying in bed with him and he activates the six eyes because it’s not enough to stare at you regularly he wants to see you in 5D shrimp colors. also thinking about him being able to like see your cursed energy and how it reacts to his and reaches out for him and he’s just blinking his baby blues like omg,.. do you have a crush on me or something (you are literally laying in your shared bed together in the apartment you share wearing matching pajamas)

NONNIEEEEEE:((((((((((((((((( HE HAS THE BIGGEST STARING PROBLEM EVER WAHHHH HE LOVES YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!! AND JSDFJSDFHSDGFSDHGFSHGDFHS HE'S SOO FUCKING CUTE THE CURSED ENERGY THING IS MAKING ME BLUSH TOO HE'S SUCH A FUCKING LOVERBOY I NEED TO SQUEEZE HIM!!!!!!!!!! he's just zoning out staring at you like it's the first time he's seeing you and there's this cute little flush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((( oh my god he really does love you so fucking much i'm gonna cry

he's staring at you at all times too btw he just cannot stop it he's counting all your freckles and birthmarks and scars and sometimes he's just laying on his bed staring at you like you're something out of a dream:((((((((((((((((((

[thetiredtrans]

I can already see the comments…

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[ectoplasmer]

you guys ever grab your f/o’s face and just *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehea

[toxintouch]

how do you think the lis would respond if mc sheepishly asked if they could fondle their tiddies? (even mhin, even though i KNOW they'd shank a bitch.)

Here ya go, Anon!! :3 They pronouns & non-specific language/MC used. Suggestive, but no other warnings.

AIS:

Pretends he doesn’t hear them.

“Hmm?”  He holds a hand to his ear, a toothy little smirk on his face, his scarred eyebrow raised.  The way he’s making direct eye contact is an unmistakable challenge.

“You wanna what now, Sparrow?” 

He knows exactly what MC said and they can tell.  He just wants to see if they'll say it again.  They didn’t sound so sure about whatever that request was just now…

His smirk grows when– (if?? But c’mon he’s so clearly saying yes, please) –

His smirk grows when they don’t back down.  He spreads his arms out in invitation, haori splaying open.

He’s patient for as long as he can stand once they get their hands on him but it isn’t long before he finds himself grabbing them by the wrists, pulling them closer.  Pressing his palms against the back of their hands to encourage them to make full, firm contact.  Haven’t they been warned?  He’s awfully greedy.

(And: if he purposely presses their touch against his heart for a moment, no one needs to know but him.)

VERE:

He gives them a blank look– a look unsettlingly similar to his hungry, flat eyed stare.  Though, it’s gone in an instant–so quick they might even be able to convince themself that they imagined it.  One blink and his entire expression is different, his tail swishing elegantly and with a flourish that can only be described as pleased.

“Well,” he purrs, “aren’t you just adorable?  I did tell you to ask next time you wanted to touch…  Very well then.  I’ll reward your ability to follow simple instructions.”  He relaxes luxuriously into the cushions of the divan that he’s resting on.  “Come along, then.  Fondle to your heart's content.  Don’t leave me waiting.”  He beckons to them with a crooked finger, tempting them closer, a haunting echo of their first meeting. 

Survival instincts be damned…he did give them permission…

He breathes a chuckle out as they touch him, his mouth hot against their ear as he buries a grin into their neck.

In the space of another breath, he’s flipped the two of them, leaving them pinned against the divan.

“You didn't think you were getting a single thing for free from me anymore, did you?  Tut tut.  After you treated my generosity so callously before?  From now on, I’ll be expecting payment in kind.  Quid pro quo, darling.”

KURAS:

He looks at them, eyes crinkled with amusement.  “Am I to take it that your interest is academic?  Studying anatomy, perhaps?  I do have a few select texts I could offer you which you might find quite beneficial.”

The embarrassed look on their face seems to amuse him further, the corners of his lips tugging up as he takes in their expression.

“Of course, the benefits of a more hands-on method of scholarship should not be overlooked.”  He takes pity on them, beckoning them over as he takes a seat on the doctor’s stool, right next to the cot where they first met him.  He neatly removes his coat, folding it and laying it to rest beside him.  Despite their fears, he doesn’t start listing out the anatomical names for things as they lay their hands on him.  His eyes slip shut as they rest their hands on his  shoulders–he’s still so tall, even sitting on the low stool–sliding their hands down, admiring the sturdy form and shape of him.

His own hands come up, clutching around their waist with surprising strength.  His eyes are bright and intense as he looks up at them.  They expect him to say something but he merely squeezes them–Possessively?–

Like he might be able to trap them in this moment with him forever, through will alone.

He closes his eyes again; his grip loosens. His self-control back is back in its necessary place, and he finds himself repentant.

“Forgive me.  You are quite endearing.  I simply find you…difficult to resist.”  He admits.

MHIN:

You are so correct anon.  Shanked immediately.  But MC bonks their head into Mhin’s chest on their way to the ground, so…  Achievement Unlocked? Or, for MC’s sake, I’ll assume that they have earned a level of trust/intimacy with Mhin that makes Mhin a lil' less likely to get stabby.

Mhin’s eyebrows furrow as Mhin crosses their arms, physically creating distance between MC and their…

Mhin’s cheeks go a little red as they realize how obvious their body language is, their pale eyes darting to the side as they worry about what other things they’ve accidentally telegraphed to MC. How many of Mhin's true thoughts and feelings are they privy to...?  Shaking themself mentally, they quickly snap out of it, pinning MC with a pointed glare.

“If you value your life at all, you’ll never ask me that again.”  Mhin marches away.  “Staying at the Wet Wick–around Leander–has ruined your brain.  You need to get out of that place while you still have some grey matter left.”

. . .

Later, escorting MC back to said Wet Wick, ducking through the lesser known and narrower streets after a long day of following dead ends together, Mhin finds the thought ruining their own brain.  It must be the heat of MC pressed against them in the alleyway, the comforting, all-consuming scent of them, the memory of MC’s flushed face while they were asking Mhin’s permission...  MC’s much braver than them, Mhin thinks bitterly, so much more willing to let themself have what they want, despite their cursed hands.  Mhin sighs, stopping abruptly.  Turning.  Pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look–you can–”

Mhin feels themself blushing all the way down to their chest.  They open their mouth and close it a couple of times, attempting to articulate what they want.  They make a noise of aggravated frustration.  Carefully–very carefully, and very slowly, so that MC knows exactly what they are doing, they reach for the bandaged hands at MC’s side.  They rest MC’s hands lightly on their chest, shivering as they feel the brush of fingers against their clothed ribs, thumbs pressing into their sternum.  They bite down a noise that would surely make them perish where they stand.  Stars above, how long since–

“...Does your heart always beat this fast, Mhin?”

“Quiet.”  They snap.

Wow Mhin.  Right there in the alleyway huh?  Well ok then. I see what ur about.

LEANDER:

The two of them are alone in the room at the Wet Wick, just sitting together innocently on the bed when MC asks.

Well–they try to ask.

He hears them start the question and his coat and shirt (and tiddie belt) are coming off before they can even finish.  He gives them a quiet chuckle, blushing as his shirt(s) get caught at his shoulders. 

Though the perfect way it frames his boobs might convince them he did it on purpose…

“You meant skin to skin, right?”  He laughs again, leaning back on his hands and looking entirely too appetizing–is he arching his back a little more than necessary? 

“I don’t mind at all! Though, if you could help me with…”  His eyes crinkle as he smiles at them, head tilted like a puppy, waiting expectantly.

They get up from the bed to help him discard his remaining topmost layers of clothing, standing above him in order to better assist.  His eyes are pinned to theirs the moment the fabric barrier is fully cast aside.  “I…can’t say this is a bad view,” he admits, eyes roving along their form, tongue darting out to wet his lips.  Then, more sincerely: “I’m glad that you asked me for this.  Don’t be afraid to touch, all right?  Nothing bad will happen to me, promise. Remember: whatever you want.”

They find themself feeling along the edges of his scar, tracing the line of it across his pectoral…  His breath catching when they accidentally scratch him a little with their nails (MC is just a little clumsy–that was completely unintentionally, really) is dangerously addictive.

“Ah... Anywhere else you’d like to touch?  It would be a shame to waste this opportunity…”

If they're feeling shy, he could offer a few suggestions.  He really, really wants to help in any way he can. :)

BONUS!ELYON:   “You can, but I will have to charge.”

[pianokantzart]

Who’s ur fav character and why is it Luigi (only correct answer wink wink)

Okay listen, LISTEN... I love underdogs, but not just regular underdogs, I want true underdogs! I want the ones who are considered last choice amongst a large cast of underdogs. Socially awkward? Check!

Often pigeonholed as "dumb" or "goofy"? Check!

A tendency to latch onto someone else due to a lack of trust in themselves? Check!

A heart of gold despite it all? A natural tendency to prioritize the needs/desires of loved ones above their own? Double check!

Add on top of this the crippling anxiety! Luigi knows where he stands in the grand scheme of things, he knows that at the end of the day he's a just a simple plumber who is not meant to fight giant fire-breathing turtle monsters and ghost kings! 99% of the time he just wants a hot cup of tea, a good book and a nap!

But doggone it, he fastens his overalls and does the right thing when the chips are down! With every bone in his body trembling and every braincell in his head screaming "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS" he pulls himself together and does it out of love! Luigi's the reluctant hero who is eternally reluctant, but that just makes him all the more lovable! Everything is working against him, even his own instincts. Nothing comes easy for him, and yet every step of the way he's trying his very hardest to do well by those he cares about!

It's just... aaaahhh it's so GOOD man.

[harmonysanreads]

The more I read about Neuvillette as a Yandere, the more I realize that he'd have a heck of time with someone who's used to "playing" customer service and using that face and tone of voice. Like the compliments start off innocuous and innocent, then slowly end up developing into compliments that end up playing into the power imbalance between you and him (because when the Chief Justice compliments you, you can't not do it - trapped by societal etiquette!), before either developing into a guilt complex or evolving into a lie that you've decieved yourself to believe. And all the while, Neuvillette's just there, biding him time, watching you come undone due to your own mental machinations. It's only a matter of time with him - both outcomes will end up with you in his arms.

Ah yes, polite and conflict-avoidant darlings, darlings with that particular upbringing, darlings whose morals become their demise, darlings who are hyper-aware of their surroundings and cannot bring themselves to be indifferent, darlings with bleeding hearts ; Yan!Neuvillette will have an astronomically unfair advantage with these types of darlings. It'll become even more of an emotional mess if they behave according to their pity/sympathy/empathy for Neuvillette's own emotional state. Ironically, it's darling passively contributing a good amount to the power dynamic in this case.

But this made me think about the question : how aware is Neuvillette throughout all of this?

Quite predictably, he isn't aware until you or someone else explicitly tells him that the reason for you being on the verge of mentally crumbling is actually him. Then he manages to connect the dots of your barely concealed discomfort of him and he's just like ‘ :( ’ Apologizes until your ears actively reject that word and agrees to give you space. However, the realization that he cannot live without having some form of connection to you crashes without benevolence soon after. Gets the Melusine to watch over you and report your activities every hour (yes, hour) and is always hovering in your radar when he gets the time — except, he's terrible at being discreet and literally everyone in Fontaine and their pets know. This creates a new load of societal pressure on you because how utterly disrespectful it is to ignore the honourable Chief Justice! At that point, you'll have two options : forgive Neuvillette and accept him again (easier, will take effect fast) or, move away from Fontaine (you can try but no one can guarantee you'll succeed).

Yan!Neuvillette doesn't do the calculations, but the odds are always in his favor somehow.

[sakura-chandaneko]

Spamtong <3

[youling-the-ghost]

Stupid sfth crackship idea: Billy (the guy who was just left at the altar) x the fun police guy from that one guessing game.

So like, in my wild headcanon in a desperate attempt to make sense of this ridiculousness, the two meet at frat boy (aka Sam)'s party and end up getting along quite well. The fun police guy (I'll just call him Clint from now on for simplicity's sake) initially got close to Billy to keep an eye on him in case he was having any fun, but slowly began to genuinely enjoy his company. When the party ends, Clint realises that he completely forgot about his duty. This is the first time that this has happened.

He goes back to work, in shock of what happened, both that he allowed someone else to enjoy themselves and that he allowed himself to have fun. Work is suffocating; he can't focus on the task at hand without thinking about Billy and those tearstained eyes and that ragged dress-shirt. He's so fucked, Clint realises.

Meanwhile, Billy has no idea of Clint's secret identity. He wakes up in the morning and smiles as he remembers the lovely man that accompanied him last night, and he wishes to see him again. Thinking of the man makes the ache in his heart from the empty space next to him on the bed ease just a little bit.

But then Billy finds out about Clint's job, and suddenly that night becomes tainted with new information and lies. Upon seeing Billy's heartbroken face, the fear and sorrow in Clint's heart overpowers his loyalty to his team. The fun police becomes a thing of the past, and the two end up in each others' arms.