#IM SO EXCITED SRY THIS IS LONG !!!

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 British Grand Prix - Qualifying - Oscar Piastri(ft. Mark Webber, Jenson Button, Max Verstappen & Lando Norris)

[lowetyde]

@theseasbelongtome​ :: continued from HERE.

marlowe had learned to find comfort in solitude. in fact, he basked in the feeling of emptiness that eternally encapsulated his pitiful frame. it was much preferred this way. merfolk were not creatures that craved companionship; they did not require one another’s soft touch or sweet words to thrive in the ocean’s algid belly. carnage was their vice. supple skin being torn from bone, shredded by the knife-points of merciless fangs. the sweet nectar that was hot blood settling atop the tongue before sliding down down down a welcoming throat. screams, cries, agony filling one’s ears whilst thick flesh filled the pit of their ever-hungry stomach. this was a merfolk’s only wanting. this was marlowe’s desperate need.

unceremoniously pushed to the outskirts of the lagoon, the small corner he called his had grown much too familiar in the last weeks. his true home, however, has been built in ianthe’s shadow, allowing it cover him like a warm blanket in the otherwise frigid waters. but the sovereign did not need him in the ways he did her, and she would periodically disappear on whatever whims pleased her. ianthe was perfect, forged with the strength of crushing waves and beauty of the ocean’s hypnotic tides. yet for whatever reason, she seemed to entertain marlowe’s constant accompaniment, allowing him to use her has a shield against all that posed a threat against the poor fellow. without her—having only on his own words and whit to get by—the merman often resorted to hiding from the cruelty that lived deep within never’s lagoon, curling into as tight a ball as he could, in the darkest corner of his stony shelf, wasting away until she returned to save him from his wallowing.

this time, though, she’d been gone too long. he’d have bothered to worry about her if not too preoccupied with his own state of being. the beautiful glow of his alabaster skin had faded to lackluster grey. once sparkling scales ( a mixture of blues and greens, similar to scattered seaglass ) dulled with each day, and his fins had begun to wrinkle like wilting petals. sharp ribs and hollowed cheekbones etched shadows into his skin, further accentuating the creature’s already feeble state. marlowe was truly weak and worthless, as nature had intended him to be. not even the shrimp feared his shadow when it passed.

marlowe knew his death was an imminent point in the future of neverland’s story, but so soon ? it felt disappointing. there was much he’d wished to do, so many he’d hoped to conquer. a silver-tongued pirate with misplaced confidence in their eyes. a young girl with hair like raging flames, playing homemaker with those once her enemy. a merfolk gilded in glory, her laughter like wind-chimes that floated along the waves and shredded his ears. he’d wanted their bones to rest beautifully below his, encasing his body in an ivory casket, but, alas, he stood no chance in challenging fate. if death was his destiny, the fellow would welcome it.

then, through the thick fog of despair, a single ray of light finally peeked through. a tremor ran through his spine at the familiar touch entangling itself in his mess of blonde curls. marlowe jolted upright, turning to see her for himself . . . to ensure it was not just some trick played by a dying mind. relief washed over him the moment his eyes of azure met hers of deep violet.     “ ianthe. “

the sweet solace that came with her presence was quickly pushed aside, though, as was her hand from his hair. his brows wrinkled and tone deepened, looking upon her incredulously.     “ where have you been ? have you any idea what’s gone on whilst you’ve been gallivanting across the seven seas ?! “

[waldoef]

it is a little early for the blues, is it not? six fourty-five ( ¹⁸ : ⁴⁵ ) in the evening on a friday night, sat on fresh cotton sheets still radiating the sweet odour of lavender and overcompensation. emily gilmore seems to enjoy a good prospect, especially for hosting a guest who seems to scrunch her nose up at the slightest of differences, the 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 now just a blur of a memory in her mind. . . a distance she can no longer reach. it was embarrassing enough having to be banished from new york city as a whole, but to hartford? THAT'S THE NEXT BEST THING? (what, the hamptons were closed this time of year?) and sure, setting fire to your headmistress' office 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 warrant some time away from loved ones and potential beau's, especially if the match was lit with your mind and all, but the worst of the worst seems to be this: on the other side of that door, with it's drapes and fall decor, there's a dinner with dinner guests that she's going to have to pretend to care for at this moment in time, the most daunting activity of the evening being the act of having to make sense of whatever comes out of lorelai gilmore's mouth. and to worsen the blow, there very well may be a mention of yale that slips out of her daughter's mouth, and if so she'll blow. let's just hope she doesn't set 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 house on fire with that pesky mind of hers.

she's opted out of a dress for tonight, instead snug in a fitted pale pink button up ontop of a black tennis skirt, pearls situated right underneath an unbuttoned collar. those ringlet brown curls remain tight, clasped with a black headband and curtain bangs staying exactly where they've been since before she was ready: framed over thin brows. every feature is sharp, dark features accentuated by the dark hue of her chocolate hair, ebonies a dark flutter too. velvets are a wine shade, cheeks matching the berry hue, and her manicured toes sit comfortably in dior kitten heels. she is pristine, polished, dolled up to a T if only she felt as good as she looked. she's made it out of her room, gracefully made her grand entrance down the spiral of the gilmore stairs, exchanged pleasantries and coy greetings with all the adults in the room. and when they disperse and she's left holding a shirley temple, doe eyes betray their natural state as they narrow towards the youngest gilmore. a sip is taken, and it's very clear how she feels about the absence of alcohol in her system as of now.

@girlmore, * " what happened? you used to put up a fight. " ( ˀ )

it's funny, hearing it said back to her. rory's only picked up on something in the first five minutes they've spent since blair's arrived, something that has been eating at blair for the past year. MY, SHE REALLY DID USED TO PUT UP A FIGHT, HUH? she would be a force to be reckoned with, carrying a mini flask that would accompany her drinks every friday night dinner she had the honour of attending with her mother, even if it were every six months or so. and now, she's a pathetic sight. she looks beautiful, fresh faced and not one hair out of place, but there's something different. . . those doe eyes now have creases of wear underneath, bags that point to not enough sleep, and that usual scowl on her face isn't as playful as usual: if anything, she looks depressed. ❛❛ 𝓝ot a lot worth fighting for anymore. ❜❜ it almost makes her gag, just how easily the self deprecation spills out. brows knit together in a moment of relapse, a glimpse of the 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 evident to signal a throwdown of some sort. ❛❛ please. i get that the whole "deer in the headlights" look is kind of your thing, but surely you're not that naive. emily must've told you why i'm here. ❜❜ and with that, her promise to stay quiet about the whole yale fiasco goes straight down the hatch, just like the shirley temple. ❛❛ i'm sure you'd just looove to tell me that this is what i deserve, especially after giving you hell for the past year or so. so have at it, gilmore. I'M HERE ALL NIGHT. ❜❜

[nomaishuttle]

IM LIKE HAVING A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS RELISTEN SRY. IDK WHY I PUT IT OFF SO LONG IM LITERLLY SKIPPING IN CIRCLED

[nomairuins]

i unlocked a new voice earlier btw but i cant do it that much bc it requires me to be nervously laughing and breathing very heavily and it had me gasping for breath for like 30 minutes

[voxxian]

YAY

[truthundressing]

OH there's this one fic that's really sweet and calm and comfy, this one<3

and this one

OH ladylondonderry has so many unique fics, i love these two!! x x

that's it byee happy readingg

thank you so much my lovely !!! ive read (and loved!) those first ones sm and the last 2 sound so interesting ty <3

[milkpup]

✧ tattoo artist!sukuna thoughts...✧

@g00miato (god bless this artist)

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›› sukuna x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, au - tattoo artist, praise, sukuna is actually nice wtf???, pet names, implied oral, being called a good girl

‹𝟹 notes: ty to pookie @navi-n0 for the idea and for beta reading my shiiii :3 didn't think this would be hot but DAMN O_O sry to my readers for the ending :3 should i make it a full oneshot? tysm to @g00miato god tier jjk artist, im a simp fr

the way you were utterly excited to be inked by sukuna, not only because of his innate artistic talent, or even his good looks, but the fact that he was a sweet talker… or so you heard.

he would always take extra time prepping the skin, making sure it’s smooth and ready for the placement. he would meticulously place his stencil on, making sure you were satisfied with the placement but that ultimately he would be too. he wanted to be proud of it.

although he looks intimidating, and maybe he is a little, he’s ultimately super sweet when he’s in artist mode. constantly checking in on you every 20 minutes, momentarily stopping the buzzing of the tattoo gun to ask if you’re okay. you would always answer yes, this was nothing honestly. sukuna would grin and praise u, purring out things like “good girl” “you’re taking it so well”…

this. this was why you booked him. you were basically locked in at that point. every new tattoo idea you had, you came to him first. you would never admit it, but his little praises had you addicted.

it got to the point you didn’t even come up with the ideas anymore, you just asked him to ink you. you wanted to be his canvas. you would let him put anything on your body if he praised you for it. and he always did.

you always tried your best not to squirm or move around, but every little praise or comment had your body feeling. you couldn’t even feel the sensation of the needle pressing ink into your skin— all you could think about was the way his hand meticulously gripped the tattoo gun, how his bicep would flex, how he’d look up at you sometimes, studying you. one particular comment, “such a good girl, yeah?” had you softly whimpering out and jolting momentarily. his rough hand gripped your thigh, holding you into place. “be careful, princess” he warned. his sessions were usually private, no one else around to hear the glorious praises he would purr out with his sultry voice, every word dripping with tension.

he loved the complete and utter trust you gave him. sukuna loved that you were his personal project, his canvas, his toy. his gloved hands would linger a little too long when wiping the ink. he always admired his work, but this time he’s just admiring the canvas in front of him. it fills him with satisfaction seeing evidence of your trust in him literally inked onto your body.

“it looks amazing, ___” but he wasn’t talking about the tattoo. he was looking at you, every part of your body covered with him. he made his final wipe on the fresh tat, revealing the intricate design. “you were such a good girl this time.” he wraps your tattoo after cleaning it.

you smiled, “thank you~”

“you’re welcome, doll. on your knees so you can pay me now, sweetheart~”

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[chipsinsalsa]

Super excited for your next peeta/josh hutcherson fic! Hoping you can make more for his role of Josh Futturman!! Keep up the amazing work!! 💗

Missing You

Josh Futturman x Fem! Reader

Plot: What happens when you catch your boyfriend doing something he's not supposed to.

A/N: Changed it up a bit last minute and decided to write a Josh Fic based upon those steamy Gifs on here from Futureman! Thank you everyone for the support and interactions once again! I love it! I do apologize if fics come in late I am super busy with work but once summer roles around ill be free as a bird! Let me know if you want more like this :) <3 (sry for any typos)

contains: smut, switch Josh, catching in act,masturbation

It had been 5 long days since you had last been inside you and your boyfriend's apartment. 

You had gone to visit your mother who had gotten sick and had no one to take care of her. He couldn't come along as he was too busy working at his job as a Janitor. Which may not have been the best job but ultimately the building he worked for had a greater cause. 

But after your aunt flew in to take over, you managed to come back home in one peace.

 You knew Josh didn't get home from work until much much later so as soon as you came in you made yourself comfortable, throwing the luggage to the side and plopping yourself on the couch. 

As you sat there, you took a deep breath and looked around the apartment. Not much had changed except a few dirty dishes in the sink which you made a mental note to clean up before Josh came home.

So you decided to take a quick shower to freshen up after your long trip. 

Once you came out you wrapped a towel around your body making your way to your bedroom to change. But that's when you heard it, the sound of your name being called. 

You froze for a moment, unsure if you had really just imagined it or if it was actually real. You listened carefully, but there was no sound. That was until you took another step closer and heard your name again, clear and coming from a voice that sounded almost desperate to call you. 

Your heart rate began to increase as you realized it was indeed someone calling your name from the other side. 

You wrapped the towel tighter around your body and cautiously made your way toward the source of the sound. Both afraid and curious you slowly opened the door to your bedroom. 

That’s when you saw him, your boyfriend sitting on his gaming chair. His eyes closed, face lost in pleasure. You looked down and realized his hand was slowly stroking his cock as he called out for you. 

You gasped in shock and quickly backed away from the door, crossing your legs, feeling warmth in your core.

You were shocked he was home and maybe even a little offended that out of everything he could be doing he was pleasuring himself without considering waiting for you. But on the other hand, the sight of him had turned you on, and you couldn’t deny it.

You decided to open the door again.

Josh’s eyes flew open as he saw you, he quickly tried to cover himself up. He looked embarrassed, and you could see the flush in his cheeks.

“I-I I’m sorry,” he said, barely managing the words while looking at you with apologetic eyes. “I didn’t know you were home. I-I thought you were still at your mom’s.” He spoke panting.

“You must have not heard me shower then-” You said as you took in the sight.

“I couldn’t help myself, I-I missed you,” his face now blushing uncontrollably.

You took a step closer to him, letting the towel fall from your body. “You know” you whispered, as you walked over to him climbing onto his lap.

“Now that im here,” You spoke slowly pulling off the blanket he had covered himself with, exposing his throbbing cock.

He whined at the feeling of your hands grasping it. “What did you imagine me doing to you,”

He began to whimper uncontrollably as he bucked his hips into your hand desperate for friction. “I-I fuck,” He gasped unable to speak.

You smirked as you continued to stroke him, enjoying the control you had over him. “Tell me, Josh,” you whispered in his ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

He moaned loudly, his hands grabbing your hips tightly. “Anything,” he said breathlessly. “Anything you want, just please don’t stop.”

You leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear as you spoke.

“Anything?” you asked, your voice low and sultry. “You missed me that much?”

He nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with desire. “Yes,” he gasped. “P-Please, dont stop.”

You smiled wickedly as you continued to stroke him, enjoying the way he writhed beneath you. “Then promise me,” you said, still whispering in his ear.. “You won't ever touch yourself again without me.”

Josh’s eyes widened at your demand, but he didn’t hesitate in his response. “I promise, I’ll do anything, just keep going please,” He begged.

You chuckled softly at his desperation, enjoying the control you had over him.

Slowly, you leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue tangling with his as you continued to stroke him. He moaned into your mouth, his body shaking with pleasure.

As you continued to kiss him, you could feel his hands beginning to roam. His hand moved up to your breast as his thumb rubbed your nipple. 

You broke the kiss looking at him with a stern look. "I didn't say you could touch me yet," you spoke firmly, your hand still wrapped around his cock. "You said we could do anything I wanted?" 

He looked you up and down his hands hovering over your body. “And you dont want me to touch you?” 

As much as you wanted to be dominant you gave so easily into his touch. He brushed his fingers down your stomach making his way to your warmth. You shivered grinding into him. “But your already so wet-” he said teasingly before stopping abruptly. "But I won't keep touching you until you let me-”

“You can-” You spoke now craving him more than ever.

Before you could finish your sentence, Josh's lips crashed onto yours, his hands finally finding their way to your body gripping at your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into his kiss as he explored every inch of you with his hands, driving you crazy with desire.

He picked you up off the chair and onto the bed laying you down.

As he broke the kiss, he looked at you running his hands through your curves. “Now I think it's my turn to get what I want-”

Josh grinned down at you, 

"And what is it that you want?" you asked, his hands still roaming your body.

"I want to be inside you," He spoke without hesitating, and he quickly positioned himself between your legs, and slowly began to insert himself into you. 

As he slid inside you, you moaned loudly, feeling his hardness filling you up completely. Josh began to thrust in and out of you, his movements becoming more frantic as he got closer to the edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on as he picked up the pace, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside you that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your hands roamed over his back, scratching at his skin as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building inside you, the sensations becoming almost too much to bear.

Josh's hands moved up to your breasts, squeezing and massaging them as he continued to thrust into you with increasing urgency “You dont know how much-” He spoke between thrusts. “I fucking wanted you-” 

You couldn't speak your mind lost in ecstasy. 

You moaned in response, the pleasure consuming you as Josh's movements became even more frantic.  

The sounds of your moans mixed with Josh's groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, creating an intense atmosphere of passion and desire. 

As Josh's thrusts became faster and more powerful, you felt yourself approaching the peak of pleasure. Your body shook with ecstasy as you reached the brink of orgasm, and with a final thrust, Josh pushed you over the edge.

You cried out in pleasure as the orgasm washed over you, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure. Josh continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm before finally reaching his own release. 

With a final moan, he collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat.  

He turned to you caressing your face as he covered your naked body. 

“As long as you dont leave me I promise to keep my hands away-” 

[desmond69miles]

YOOOO =3

can we get sfw + nsfw headcannons of ink demon bendy with a s/o with a really gothic style & is selectively mute? ( bonus points if Sammy constantly bugs them )

im genuinely curious abt how u would think abt it :0

[ take ur time answering this!! no rush at all by the way!! ; also sorry if my grammars kinda bad iys 3:37 am where im at rn + sry if i seem hyper to im just rlly excited rn😭

i’ve been gone for butt fuck long, my bad! I'm in the process of moving and lifes been a bit hectic. Hopefully im back now!

anyway, thank you anon for the bendy ask!! love writing for this inky-ass man.-

NSFW is under the cut!

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[-: If we were to give bendy preferences, I know he'd go for a gothic s/o who is on the chubbier side. I say chubbier because A) body warmth, Bendy's a cold-blooded creature and he liked the feeling of your warm body and B) He likes your squishy thighs and tummy. And I know he’d be attracted to the darker, more gothic style. Inky black colors, blood red dresses, he likes the colors. 

[-: I think the ink demon would be good with someone that was mute or had periods of time where they were mute. Whether it be due to anxiety, overstimulation, or you just don’t have many words one day, I think he’d be understanding and would work around it. For many years, he didn’t have a voice, resorting to scribbling messy letters on walls and papers to communicate. If you want to talk while your mute, he’d simply lend you his hand so you can scribble on the wall with it; or he’ll carry around a sketchbook for you to write in, but more often than not he just makes you write with his claws. 

[-: I like the idea of Sammy bugging you all the time because he's interested in your music. It's so different from a classical tune, the drums and guitar, the vocals. He’d constantly be asking about your music. And since goth is a music-based subculture, you have a lot of music to show Sammy. 

[-: Going back to Bendy liking your style, he’d fiddle around with your clothing or accessories. He likes the bling of your necklaces and rings, and often plays with them when you are sitting together. He tries not to break anything, but accidents happen when you have sharp claws. If you do rat-nest hair, rest assured Bendy is curious on how you get your hair to do that. 

[-: I feel like Bendy would find you some victorian or romantic gothic outfits around the studio. He likes taking you to the costume department and letting you run around, picking up some of the black clothing used for character study. Another thing is that he collects small trinkets he think you would think is cool. Sometimes it’s a small rock, other times its a shiny gem he found in a pipe. 

[-: Bendy and Sammy get into a lot of fights around you, for your attention. Sammy wants to learn more about your subculture and what you remember from the outside world while Bendy wants to draw or walk around the studio with you. Good luck time managing. 

[-: Bendy is very interested in your makeup. Please let him draw on you! Speaking of drawing, he also likes to sketch you. His drawings are a bit blotchy and inky due to his skin, and often he'll mess up on a part by lingering too long and having ink form a puddle.

NSFW

[-: He chokes you with your necklaces, not to the point of them breaking but just enough so the chains and pearls dig into your throat.

[-: oh my god he loves your thigh highs. He nibbles around the soft flesh, forked tongue darting around and leaving opaque trails of ink behind. Just no promises that he won’t tear the thin fabric off!!

[-: Relating to the one where he draws on you, he’d love to lightly drag his claws over your stomach, back, or thighs and create delicate drawings onto your skin. Take this as a form of foreplay. (Which bendy isn’t exactly fond of, hes too impatient to go through it.)

[-: Bendy has a scent kink. I believe that he’s blind/has very poor eyesight and relies on noises and scent to find his prey. And his scent is very sensitive. He’ll ask if you can use non-strong soap or something that doesn’t upset his senses. Besides this, he likes to smell your clothing or even your undergarments.

Since i’m nice i’ll give you some elements of a fic i’m working on…

[-: Bendy’s ink that comes from his tentacles and/or cock act as an aphrodisiac. Providing a muscle relaxant and lube, it makes it easier for him to fit more and more of himself into you. He’s a big guy! Ranging at almost eight feet, it’s no surprise that he’s packing something big.

[-: Bendy’s big on CNC/Predator/Prey play. When you talk with him about safe words and the proper measures to have a safe time during CNC, Bendy gets really excited. He’s a demon, creatures of carnal lust and sin.

[-: He also loves to be worshipped. As Sammy has taught him, he’s somewhat of a god to this inky realm and he expects to be treated as one. Sammy does annoy him with his constant spouting, but he’s not opposed to you calling him Lord.

thank you for your request <3 My ask box is always open!! Feel free to send in batim requests.

[hazyskyline]

poukie | n. kamden

desc. | kamden and (y/n) have been in a long distance relationship for 2 years, and (y/n) plans a little surprise for kamden.

pairing | boyfriend!kamden x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count | 659

genre | fluff

warnings | none

bold text - (y/n)’s messages | italicized text - kamden’s messages

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kam, i miss u 😕😕

i miss you too 😔😢

it had been 1 year since kamden went back to korea, 2 years since you got together, and 3 years since you first met him. you met him in a dance class back in the states and the two of you hit it off immediately. the day ended with both of you getting each other’s number.

if i go to korea.. can we binge watch boys planet and ur fancams?

if u come, ill make sure to block all the videos on every device when u walk into the airport

wow, youre just the master of sarcasm arent u

guilty as charged 🫡

you have to say, he was good at making you happy. he was even better at making you miss him. if only you could actually go to korea.. wait.

“why don’t i go to korea?!” you said, having an eureka moment.

you quickly opened your browser and looked up flights to korea. a flight to korea in two days. you booked the flight and the countdown started.

always found guilty of that charge mr. na

sry kamden but i have to go now, i love u poukie 😍😍)

not that nickname again.. i love u too (y/n) 🫶

you shut off your phone and grabbed your luggage. though it was two days away, a little early packing never hurt anyone..

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it was the day. the day! you grabbed the luggage you packed when you pulled an allnighter, too excited to fall asleep that night. you literally, LITERALLY, ran out your door. you rushed to put your luggage and get into you uber.

you sat down and pulled out your phone, instantly pulling up your texts with “poukie ❤️”

ill see u in 12 hours 😘😘

hm? what do you mean? do you want to facetime? im free right now if you want

you’ll see, oh btw are u free in 12 hours?

yes… why?

no particular reason! ☺️

im slightly concerned babe..

your uber arrived at the airport. you grabbed your luggage from the trunk and walked into the airport. you slowly went through the process. security, walking to your gate, and waiting. pulling up kamden’s texts again, you messaged him.

i do wanna facetime but ill be busy for like 12 hours, so ill text u when im done!!

awh, i wanted to see u :c, have a nice 12 hours :p

your boarding group was called and you quickly went onto the plane. you practically sprinted to your seat, stowed away your carry-on, and sat in your seat. you eagerly awaited for the plane to take off and for you to finally see your boyfriend again.

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“- please fasten your seatbelt, put your tray up, and prepare for landing”

you rubbed your eyes before a flight attendant came to tell you to buckle up. you groggily obliged before remembering where you were.

kamden!

you got a burst of energy, your brain now bouncing off the walls of your skull with excitement.

the plane landed and you and the other passengers slowly siphoned out of the plane.

as soon as you got to the waiting area where the next group was waiting to board, you pulled out your phone.

kamden

no response.

kamden!

no new messages.

poukie!

hm? yeah whats up?

can you pick me up?

what? i mean unless i can drive across an ocean, im afraid i cant

check my location 🤭🤭

…what are you doing in korea?

you laughed, drawing attention from the people getting on the plane. you excused yourself and walked to the exits of incheon airport.

well.. remember when i said i missed you. i got an amazing idea, to go to korea!

why would you do that! it’s so.. impulsive! 🫠🫠

well theres no avoiding it now so.. can you pick me up from the airport :D

… of course i can love.

you were extremely happy and excited to spend the next two weeks with your lovely poukie.

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a.n | please tell me y’all get the pun with poukie 🙏🙏 (pou as in the character he looks like and pookie as in the silly little nickname) i love kamden. also you cannot convince me otherwise that kamden wouldn’t use emoticons in his texts, ESPECIALLY “:p”

feel free to leave criticism in the comments!!

[crazylittlejester]

I find it funny that HW was probably one of the first Zelda games I’ve played when I was very little. SS was my first, HW was my second. I remember playing it in GameStop when it was released and enjoying it. So imagine my excitement years later when I saw a fan comic with the addition of HW. I was like “Omg, I remember him!” Later I would buy the game and replay it. It was a nostalgic play-through and made me fall for the traumatized blob more.

I hope Jojo explores his character more, I’m curious of their interpretation of him.

It was so cool seeing him get recognition and be part of smg in the Zelda community. I feel like I’m part of a few individuals that had that growing up. I wasn’t surprised that Warriors is less known unlike the others, just disappointed.

I’ve really enjoyed your blog, it became smg I look forward to any day. I hope what I’m saying doesn’t pressures you, you do whatever you like, when you like. I just respect you that’s all.

Sry for the long rant, have an orange.

‘gives orange.’

UNTIL NEXT TIME *vanishes*

While it aint my number one favorite game, Hyrule Warriors will always have a special place in my heart because it was the first game I ever bought with my own money, and it was also one of my first Zelda games. It’s been really nice to see Wars getting more and more popular these past few months, I love him in LU and I love him in his game and just ever version of him in general. He’s a cool character with a really interesting story that has so much room for different interpretations and it’s so so great

ALDKFK IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY BLOG, THAT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY TO HEAR :)

thanks for the orange, until next time!! 🫡

[dogpixie]

brodies doggy dementia has gotten pretty bad and its so hard knowing when to make the right choice and let him go :( im afraid to make the call too early but also afraid to make it too late and let him suffer... its the worst. i love him sm but hes not the same guy at all anymore, he def knos us all bc he doesnt lose his shit barking like he still will to visitors but he doesnt care abt us, doesnt greet us or wag his tail at us or the other dogs. im afraid of waiting too long and then he doesnt even kno us bc thatll b rly stressful for him... the only thing he gets excited for is food. he sleeps a lot during the day and paces when hes awake, gets stuck in corners, all the symptoms.. craps in the house and (sry gross) eats it!!(which he NVR did b4🤢)/ walks all thru it which is a nightmare so he needs to be crated when hes not sleeping on 1 of our laps bc hes not trustworthy.. will bite us sometimes if we move too quick near him and wont play and cant go for walks due to confusion and his previous back injury. ugh as im typing it all out it actually sounds pretty bad and like maybe it is the compassionate time to let him go but it sooo sad and it sucks being the 1 to have to do it😢😢little man is 16 and has been my bestie for 12 years💔

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Tzuyu's little sister and her unnie's Jelly Jelly

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hi unnie its been a while since you update about the twice 10th member book. so im here for a request. the 10th member is Tzuyu's younger sister. the other members are always close to her and also the 10th member always listen to her, go out with her friends and spend time with other member but not tzuyu. so tzuyu gets jealous and worried. THANK YOU UNNIE IF YOU COMFORTABLE WITH THIS REQUEST YOU CAN UPDATED IT. SARANGHAE AND TAKE CARE UNNIE.

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun shone brightly over Seoul, casting a warm glow over the JYP Entertainment building. Inside, the members of TWICE were busy with their usual routine, practising and preparing for their next big performance. Among them was Y/N, the 10th member of TWICE and Tzuyu's little sister.

The maknae had always been a bubbly and energetic presence in the group, loved by all her unnies. She had a close bond with each of them, always listening to their advice, going out with them, and spending quality time together. However, there was one person she seemed to spend the least amount of time with... her own sister, Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, known for her calm and reserved nature, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and worry as she watched her baby sister interact with the other members. She loved the girl dearly and wanted to be as close to her as the others were. But lately, it felt like Y/N preferred the company of her friends and the other TWICE members over her.

One evening, after a long day of practice, the members gathered in the dorm's living room for a movie night. They laughed and chatted as they settled in, with Y/N snuggling up between Sana and Momo. Tzuyu sat quietly at the edge of the couch, trying to focus on the movie but unable to shake off the feeling of being left out.

As the movie played, Tzuyu's thoughts drifted to all the times she had tried to spend time with TWICE's honey, only to be met with polite excuses and promises of "later." It wasn't that Y/N was avoiding her on purpose, but Tzuyu couldn't help but feel a growing sense of insecurity.

After the movie ended, the members began to disperse to their rooms. Y/N, still full of energy, suggested a late-night snack run with Mina and Chaeyoung. Tzuyu watched as her sister left the dorm with her friends, feeling a mixture of sadness and longing.

Determined to address her feelings, Tzuyu decided to talk to Y/N. She needed to know if there was something she had done wrong or if there was a reason for the distance between them. Taking a deep breath, she waited for her sister to return.

When the younger girl finally came back, her face flushed from the cool night air and the excitement of their adventure, Tzuyu was waiting for her in the living room. Y/N's smile faltered slightly when she saw the serious expression on her sister's face.

Y/N - Sissy, is everything okay? *concerned frown*

The older girl nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. 

Tzuyu - Can we talk, bae? There's something I've been wanting to say.

Y/N nodded as she took a seat next to Tzuyu on the couch. 

Y/N - Of course, unnie. You can tell me anything.

Tzuyu took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. 

Tzuyu - Honey, I've been feeling a bit... left out lately. I see you spending so much time with the other members and your friends, but we hardly spend any time together anymore. I miss you.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and guilt. She hadn't realized how her actions had been affecting her sister. 

Y/N - Oh, sissy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I love you so much, and I would never want you to feel left out. *pouts*

Tzuyu's eyes softened as she looked at her sweet little sister. 

Tzuyu - I know you love me, Y/N. I just... I guess I got a little jealous and worried that you preferred spending time with everyone else over me.

TWICE's lovebug felt a pang of guilt and reached out to hold Tzuyu's hand. 

Y/N - Unnie, that's not true at all. I love spending time with you, and I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I didn't. You've always been my role model, and I look up to you so much.

Tzuyu squeezed Y/N's hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. 

Tzuyu - Thank you, love. It means a lot to hear you say that. I just want us to be close, like we used to be."

Y/N - We can be, unnie. Let's make more time for each other from now on, okay? *grins*

Tzuyu nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. 

Tzuyu - Okay, let's do that babygirl.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N made a conscious effort to spend more time with Tzuyu. They went out for meals together, practised their dance routines, and even had late-night heart-to-heart talks in their room. Tzuyu's insecurities slowly began to fade as she realized that her sister's love for her was as strong as ever.

One sunny afternoon, the members of TWICE decided to take a break from their busy schedule and go for a picnic in a nearby park. They spread out a large blanket under a shady tree and enjoyed a variety of homemade snacks and treats. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy as they relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.

The sibling duo sat side by side, their bond stronger than ever. As they shared stories and jokes, Tzuyu felt a deep sense of contentment. She realized that her sister's love was not something that could be measured by the amount of time they spent together, but by the moments of genuine connection and understanding they shared.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N turned to Tzuyu with a smile. 

Y/N - Unnie, thank you for always being there for me. I promise I'll never let anything come between us again.

Tzuyu smiled back, her heart swelling with pride and love. 

Tzuyu - And I'll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what.

The members of TWICE watched the two sisters with fond smiles, happy to see them so close. They knew that the bond between the youngest girls was something special, a connection that could never be broken.

As they packed up their picnic and headed back to their dorm, Tzuyu and Y/N walked hand in hand, their hearts full of love and gratitude for each other. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as sisters and as members of TWICE.

Back at the dorm, as they settled in for the night, they shared one last moment together. Sitting on Y/N's bed, they talked about their dreams and aspirations, their fears and hopes. Tzuyu felt a sense of peace, knowing that her sister would always be by her side.

As they finally drifted off to sleep, the bond between Tzuyu and Y/N had grown even stronger. They knew that their love for each other was unbreakable and that they would always be there to support and care for one another. And as the stars shone brightly outside their window, they knew that they were not just sisters, but best friends, forever and always.

And this made them think:

I'll love my dear sister eternally.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[merakiui]

AAA THE LOVE IT AND LOVE EAT SONGS ON UR WRAPPED <3 HAVE U HEARD THEIR MOST RECENT SONG, LOVE CAT?

HELP IM THE ANON WHO JUST SENT THE LOVE CAT ASK. SRY, I MEANT ON UR APPLE MUSIC!! I DIDNT SEE THAT U SAID IT WAS ON APPLE N NOT SPOTIFY WRAPPED 😭😭

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AAA IT'S OKAY!!!! :D I felt so awkward when my friends were sending their spotify wrapped to me and I was the only one with my apple music statistics LOL. Apple needs to implement more features for their yearly replay... orz seeing all of the fun things that accompany the spotify wrapped....... :o aaaa it looks very exciting!!!

But yesss!!! I have listened to "love cat" and OMG IT'S SO GOOD!!!!! Biz's music is always so catchy, and I love the story they've built through "loveit," "love eat," and "love cat." Cannibalism as a metaphor for love will always be so *chef's kiss* to me.

Although the funniest part about the songs on my top 15 is that most of them were songs I played obsessively while writing tmdg to perfectly capture The Vibes.

Idol -> obsessed from the moment I heard it. I played it during my commute to and from classes every day. <3

Kinky -> this was a song I listened to while writing scummy, sleazy Floyd and it was so good that I found myself putting it on repeat often.

Tú -> tmdg.

Like Crazy -> tmdg.

Loveit? -> another song I adored when I first listened to it. I put it on repeat often when doing uni assignments!

big ballin -> dru and tmdg.

Love Eat -> another song I played on repeat because I love it a lot!!!!!

She's My Collar -> tmdg.

Love Machine -> tmdg.

XOXO (Kisses Hugs) -> this song is so so sosososo good!! >w< I often listen to it when I exercise and run laps.

Hear Me Tonight -> tmdg.

Romantic Love〜恋愛しませんか？☆〜 -> it's so immensely catchy,,, also, Leona and Riddle's voice actors voice two of the love interests in this anime where this song is from. >:D

Insanity Blue -> I am forever in love with this song... I could listen to it endlessly and never be tired of it.

Ruler of My Heart -> tmdg.

Kill Bill -> tmdg.

As you can see, tmdg has had its claws in me for much too long. My 2023 is defined by tmdg...... T_T

[plush-rabbit]

Build-A-Bear with the Boys

Request: Idk if you know what a build-a-bear is , im just going to assume you do sry♡

I havent had one since i was a toddler but for my 21st my friend got me one and had put the "birthday cake" sent in it, and they last a long time!! And the fabric is so soft, its v comforting.

Sooo i wanted to ask for Shig,Dabi,and Jin reacting to their partner getting them  a bear or whatever animal you want, that had a sent that was personal to them, for their birthday/anniversary. Idk what they all carry sent wise so we can just pretend they have whatever lol

Another idea; maybe theyre away from reader for a bit and they end up cuddling the stuff animal ?

Whatever works♡

A/N: I wrote a BAB piece a while ago, but that was for Tenko rather than Shigaraki, so it’s a different feel for a different character 

Bubaigawara Jin:

You look excited. Much more than usual when you sit yourself beside Jin with a generic gift bag sitting by your feet. The tissue paper is all sorts of colors, a mix of pastels peeking past the opening of the bag, and he can see something peeking out from it. There’s this wide grin that you keep trying to suppress by sucking in your bottom lip, but when then, it’s like you’re unable to stop. The palms of your hands smack against the wooden table, too erratic and too jittery to form any sensible beat. You’re waiting for him to ask you something relating to your mood. He takes the bait, sniffling and running the back of the index against the tip of his nose.

For whatever reason, you don’t answer him, simply grabbing the bag and urging him to take it. You want to tell him; that much is clear when you part your mouth open, ready to spill whatever has you in such a happy mood, but you refrain. And now he’s holding a bag in his hands, the paper crinkling and something stopping his fingers from pressing too harshly into the bag. His hand pulls out clumps of paper and he doesn’t give a second glance as the papers fall onto the floor. He pulls out a teddy bear, the fur of it coiled and shaggy. The stitched mouth smiles up at him, and it wears a basic white shirt with a blue bear head embroidered at the bottom.

He turns to you, asking why you’re giving him this. Immediately after, he begins to worry that he’s missing an important date and that if you can give him an hour or two, he’d make it up and he’s beginning to trail off, his foot tapping nervously against the floor and teddy bear held tight in his hands that you’re almost afraid the eyes will bulge out. You urge him to smell it and his eyes squint as he tries to figure it out. He can hear you laugh and your hand rests between his shoulder blades. It’s peppermint. You nod, coming in closer to him, your legs squished together as if the room was packed full of people, when in reality, it’s just the two of you alone in a room, pressed tightly together. You go on to explain why you chose peppermint, your body squirming and holding tightly onto the back of his shirt, voice much lower and much more timid than before. All he can really catch on is that peppermint is meant to reduce stress, or something like that as he holds the bear in gloves hands. 

The stuffed bear has transfixed him, and he is unable to look away. You wanted him to have something nice and you took the time to pick out the scent and the animal, and he’s grateful that he has a mask because there are tears in his eyes. He loves it so much, he can’t even convey it. There have only been a few people that have been kind to him, and even when he was a kid, no one would have done this for him. He has a mean looking face and for so long he tormented himself if he was real or not, and you have given him this- a child’s toy. In his calloused hands covered in blood and gloves, he holds something soft and his hands now smell like peppermint. 

It’s just a gift. No real importance associated with it other than you had thought it would be nice for him to have something like this. He doesn’t really talk about his childhood with you- something about claiming not to remember- and it gave you the impression that perhaps it’s not something worth remembering, or wanting to remember. So you took it upon yourself to get him a standard bear, hoping that it would help him feel a bit less lonely when you aren’t there with him. His smile twitches for a moment, and he’s brought back to reality in remembering that one day, you probably won’t be with him because he is a villain, and he can’t promise his safety, and he won’t make you promise to stay with him, even though the desperate, selfish part of him wants you to swear to it. For now, Jin holds the bear, his index tracing over the eyes and down to the soft swell of the muzzle. 

Dabi:

It’s early when Dab is awoken by you shaking him and calling his name. His mind can’t catch up quick enough, sleep lulling him back in and he pulls the blanket over his head, hoping that you’d let him rest for a minute longer. But, of course, that's too much to ask for. You’re desperate, begging and shaking him, and with great reluctance and a loud groan, he peeks past the blanket, with an unamused look on his face. He knows that you’re safe, if you were in any danger, you’d be much more frantic, much more shrill and harsh with your shakings. When you pull out a gift bag with the tissue paper spilling out from the top, he can’t recall any important date. 

The bag is thrusted into his hands and you’re much too eager. He’s tired and you’re giving him a bag, and talking, words meshing together that you hadn’t meant to wake him, but you were too excited to keep this to yourself for a moment longer, and that he had to have this now. He doesn’t know why he has to have it now, there’s no rush in you kicking him out of your home, there’s no rush in him leaving, but when he turns his head to your direction and you have this wide smile as your hands fidget and twist the comforter in your hands, he takes pity on you and accept the gift with a thanks that comes out softer than he had meant to. The colored paper falls onto the bed, and he pulls out a stuffed wolf dressed in a black shirt with a bear head embroidered at the end of it.

He isn’t sure what to make of it, and he holds it without much of a grip in his hands. You’re staring at him, and he can feel it, and he knows that he needs to have some type of reaction to your gift, a simple thank you, or even just a half hearted hig to the thing would be enough, but he can’t bring himself to do that. He stares at the wolf that smiles back up at him, and he’s far too grown to own a stuffed toy. You tell him in a much quieter voice that it’s supposed to smell like lavender- something about helping him sleep. And slowly, he meets the wolf in the middle, taking a sniff to find that it does smell like lavender.

It’s dumb. He feels dumb having his face pressed against the belly of a stuffed animal, and you watch with your legs bent under you, and he turns to you slowly. It’s difficult to pull any emotion off of him, and it’s easy to read you. You give him a taut smile, pulling on a loose thread from the blanket, and without a word, the tissue paper is shoved back into the bag, crumpled and messily pushed to the bottom. He isn’t sure if he wants the wolf or not, but he knows enough about you to know that if he rejects this, you’d give him these sad eyes and turn your back on him. The bag is shoved to the foot of the bed, and he turns to you, throwing his arm over you in a half-hearted hug. It’s enough for either of you, and you kiss his cheek, laying down and patting the empty space beside you. 

There is a cloth and stuffing on his chest and it weighs a ton, and it makes it hard to breathe and difficult to think. The scent of lavender is faint, and he smells it on his hands. He tries to think back to when he last received a gift like this- something so trivial and soft. Dabi finds that he can’t remember. He isn’t one for stuffed animals, and he isn’t one to keep mementos, but he finds himself gripping the shirt of the wolf tightly, and suddenly his hands are much too raw and dirty to hold something this sweet, to touch something given by you, something so simple and new. Something that was meant for comfort is given to him, and twists to you, the wolf falling between the both of you, and he thinks to himself, that when he’s dead, he’d like for you to cry on the wolf and smell that smoke that follows him.  

Shigaraki Tomura:

His body is sore, and he can feel himself become faint from too much blood loss. It’s come to a point that walking has become too much of a strenuous task for him at this moment. The only thing actually pushing him to walk further is that fact that he knows once the door is closed, it’ll just be you and him, and while you’d be asleep, he knows that no one is going to bother either of you. At least not until the morning when preparation for a war begins to happen, but that’s for the morning, when he’s at least had a few hours of sleep and his body has recovered from whatever it is that the doctor is doing to him and his body. Tomura stops in front of his door and through the bottom crack, he can see orange light spill and light the tips of his shoes. He hopes that you’re asleep, he never liked the look on your face when you see him covered in bruises and blood.

You rise from your place on the bed and though your smile falters when you take notice of his rugged appearance, you encourage him to sit on the bed. He’s grateful he had the sense of mind to shower before coming to you, but as he sits on the bed, he finds it difficult to keep his eyes open. You run to the closest and pull out a gift bag, tissue paper dotted in sparkles rising past the opening of the bag. You know that he’s tired, but it would mean a lot if he would open your gift to him. Has he missed an important date, or is this just an out-of-the-blue type of gift for him, and when he looks at you, and you encourage him to open it without shifting your eyes to some corner where you think he’d place a present, he knows it’s an out-of-the-blue thing that you’ve done for him. The sparkled paper falls to the bed and onto the floor with the gust of air. His hands grab at something soft and he pulls out a stuffed dog. 

He has to remind himself that you don’t know. That this is all just some coincidence, and he can’t breathe. It looks nothing like Mon, but even so, after his memories came rushing to him, and after he experienced it all in a moment’s blink, he can’t help but realize he never truly processed it, simply accepted it and ran with it. He looks at you and you move close to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, asking him to smell it. He does so, and smells the top of the stuffed dog’s head, and it’s sweet. You tell him that it’s peaches with a kiss on his cheek and he holds the dog in his hands, nails digging into the blue shirt with an embroidered bear head at the hem of it. 

With everything going on- the experiments and the other things, that you leave just as that because he can’t tell you what he’s doing and what he’s planning- you thought that he could have used some comfort. It’s childish, and small, and he’d never take it out this room, never risk letting anything of his or anyone else’s things or blood get on the dog and ruin it. He’ll keep it tucked and hidden away and think of it when electricity courses through his body. He’ll think of the peaches and the soft fur, and you chin on his shoulder and hands on his waist. He’ll remember how you asked in a whisper if he liked it. 

Of course, he likes it. He loves it beyond what words can convey and he hates it with such a passion because he knows that the dog won’t last. It’ll stay forgotten in a corner, and he’ll long for it like a child clinging and yearning for something that was caressed by love. You lay down, and exhaustion is evident in your eyes now and it’s catching up to him. The room is engulfed in darkness and he’s holding the dog listening to your soft breathing and even though his eyelids are heavy and keep closing, he keeps them open, looking at the dog and hugging it close to his chest. He’ll fall asleep with the dog tucked under his chin and in the morning, he’ll keep it tucked in the bag, hidden in the closet, safe from danger.