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[kakusu-shipping]

You should do a moodboard for the Swatchlings cause they’re cute uwu

OH and Jel La Fleur too cause jellyfish,,

This isn't even really a selfship board it's just the Swatchlings vague personality headcanons with my MS Paint sketch of them in the middle oops gkjgjk

La Fleur's feels a lot better to me

[mychlapci]

Happy hypnotized wife Sunny gets even ditzier when his hubby gets him pregnant. He practically cries from the pleasure when they merge their shared spark, holding his own thighs up by his chest to help Sideswipe fuck him even deeper. The rush of transfluid past his internal sensors has Sunny squealing with ecstasy as it fills his gestational tank. But the pregnancy really melts his processor a little. He spends the whole carriage in a positive feedback loop that eats up whatever bandwidth constructing the sparkling’s processor doesn’t.

Thankfully, Sideswipe and the other mechs on base have plenty of patience with their poor, ditzy house-mommy. Sunny is all giggles and smiles as usual, but he craves spike like nothing else. His hubby is suuuuper smart and locks a plug in his pussy so Sunny doesn’t get tempted to ride anybody else for donations, but Sideswipe isn’t cruel either. Sunny’s allowed to suck as much spike as he needs to feel better until his hubby can take the time to flood his tanks with transfluid again. Which is thankfully lots and lots!

Sunny does his best cooking and cleaning, but it gets him so horny that he has to stop to ask someone to please pet his sweet little node until he squirts or to hump his array against the furniture. All the mechs looooove seeing him lift his skirts up so dainty and demure to beg for them to stroke his clit. Everybody’s so nice when he forgets what he was doing and always remind him to be a good wifey and finish their snacks or dinner. Sunny likes to handfeed those mechs their treats as a thank you, straddling one of their big, strong thighs to hump while he presses jellies to their mouths.

He can’t help stroking his pregnant belly as it grows, giggling when the baby kicks. It’s so shiny and pretty, the perfect look for a good wife. Being a mommy is the best. Sunny’s shows keep telling him how much he loves being pregnant and how good it feels to be a dumb, ditzy mech for his hubby. Sideswipe likes to fuck him from behind when he watches his shows, face pressed into Sunny’s back as he pinches his wife’s nozzles and strokes the swell of that belly. Sunny just moans and grinds back on that thick, perfect spike filling him with cum.

When his milk comes in, Sunny needs a little help remembering to pump it so that it doesn’t drip all over and go to waste. Keeping a schedule is much too hard for a pampered pregnant wife to handle—those sorts of chores are only appropriate when Sunny’s not carrying his hubby’s first sparkling! Thankfully everyone loves reminding him to sit down so they can hook the pumps up to his achy titties for him. Sunny loves looking in the mirror when he’s pumping energon for his mechs and his baby. As soon as he can keep a train of thought, he’s going to do a self-portrait for sure! But for now all he can do is stare at the gorgeous, soft, curvy mommy in the mirror. Legs spread to make room for his huge belly, yellow plating shining in the light as he strokes his bump. His strong, handsome hubby coming up behind him to kiss Sunny silly. The glow of the energon being pumped from his still-growing titties… It’s all picture perfect.

god, this got buried....

Sunstreaker gets even dumber once he gets pregnant... Ditzy little wife doesn't really have the processor capacity to remember anything other than how to be horny <3 But it's okay, all the other bots take care of him and his growing belly, pumping his titties and jerking his cute little node, since theyvre not allowed to cum into him without Sideswipe permission.

He's sooo happy. A heavy mamma with a beloved husband and a cute chunky baby on the way... what more could he possibly want?

[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : new years?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Christmas...

SUNNY'S SO CUTE AUGHHHHHHH... I drew a twitter mental breakdown emote trust me I'm going through it. Sunny looks so cute. My roommate and I have a black cat called sesame bun, but she doesn't register on polaroids or film so I cry a little each time I see photos of her. Wish I had your number so I could send you photos of her, but that's against FOATA policy, so... oopsie.

You forgot to get their number?? That's an insane thing to say. How do you just casually— okay, well, on that topic, I forgot to get the number of the dude I was making out with on new years as well. It doesn't help that I was so drunk that I barely remember what he looks like. All I know is that he was hot and at the same new years party as me. I don't even remember what he called me. He was just so... hot. Okay, sorry, this isn't about me. This is about you. YEAH. I'M SHAMING YOU FOR NOT GETTING THEIR NUMBER (joke) And, yes, you used it right)

We're friends. I promise lol.

I live with my best friend! We're actually day ones and when she started working her current job, I was there with her at her first event. I can't say too much about her, but we've lived together ever since. I'm like... her stay-at-home best friend? Something like that. I earn less than she does, and she bought the whole apartment with her first paycheck, so now I just do everything that a husband would. Basically, I cook and clean on days I don't work and I dry her hair for her after her showers.

She helped me a lot (well, I live in her apartment so there's that) and I just love her so much :(.

The other two in our little group in high school also went into the same industry as her, except in different directions, so we see them every now and then. Sisters before misters or whatever. She and I are 4 lifers.

As for stuff about me... not too much to say. I told you all of my defining factors already. Sesame bun was adopted when we first got the house, so she's like four years old now. Cute little girl. I attached a keychain I ended up winning from another Ada event. I have one already, so I figured it would be better in your hands.

Hope you get that model's number, scrambled eggs

You seal the letter and toss it on your bedstand by your phone and head to the kitchen instead of bed because 1. you're hungry, 2. you're hungry, 3. you're hungry. You want a quick snack.

"Hey." Ada raises a brow at you at the sight of your laptop in hand. "Killing half of your reading population again?"

"It's just the comfort now." You yawn. "I want ramen."

"Shin noodles is not ramen." Ada pauses. "Also, no. You're cutting for your next shoot, remember?"

"God, can't they CGI it or something? God forbid a human eat for once." You huff, grabbing a pack of konjac jelly instead, huffing as you pop open your laptop. "I hate this industry."

"It's not that you can't eat."

"Where's the medicine for blood sugar?"

"You already had one today. You'll be fine." Ada hands you a jerky packet, and you groan in bliss.

"China my beloved."

Ada rolls her eyes, going back to her phone to text her relatives again. "Anything you want mailed this time?"

"阿尔卑斯..." You mumble. "Alps lollipops my beloved... please..."

"I'll let them know. Anything else?"

"QQ gummies are here now, huh?"

"Yeah." She pauses. "Let's have them mail some anyway."

"Love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else that they can legally mail over?"

"Oh, I want gum."

"Extra?"

"Yuh. The white packaging one." You grin. "I'll dedicate this chapter to you again."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You blow a kiss at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Sap."

"I'M HURT."

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[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep4 Musings - Loustat & Loumand

Ah crap. The ONE thing he really enjoys, and could probably get very good at--but he's stuck with garbage exposure and weak flash, cuz he can only take nighttime photos. U_U

UNHINGED. 😭😭😭 Lestat's become his best friend / supportive soundboard / feral golden retriever eating all his photos, omg. XD

Lou thinks the only right photos are of Lestat, I'm gonna be SICK. 😍 (Sam's accent was odd--he sounded less French??? Or am I tripping?)

Louis telling himself he needs to have more patience with the logistics of nocturnal life--and all that implies. So does that mean he wants to have more patience w/ the coven (& Armand) cuz he knows he can't hang out with humans like other artists do?

Lestat busting a gut every time Armand shows up is KILLING me. 🤣

The Time-Stop Gift is SO FREAKING cool; I love how they find these actors who can stay so still! Are they mimes or something!?

Louis loves himself a senior citizen; his husbands get older & older!

GET HIM, LOUIS!!! We ain't impressed! 😤 (Well, EYE am, ngl, but you stand your ground, Lou, that's right!)

Scared the mess outta me for a second, omg. 😅

Yeah, well, your coven sucks, Armand, so.

I disagree--I think that was the best, nastiest thing he could've done.

The next scene was so spicy I had to make a separate post for Armand's Backstory.

AMC.... Don't you effing dare.

That is a WILD fire hazard, omg--at least do that in the kitchen, Lou.

Before or after meeting Armand? I NEED ANSWERS, AMC!

LOUIS called Armand a manipulative gremlin!? 😂

Louis, you walk that back RIGHT NOW!

Yea, it was NUTS that Louis never told her that Armand was in on their secret.

Spilled like a leaky faucet, yes. U_U

To quote your beloved hallucinations: "Let me tell you a little something about 18th century Armand~!" 👀💀 Chile, lemme tell you about 18 MINUTES ago Armand, tossing Santiago around in public!

This could've been the running theme instead of Memory is a Monster. 😅 (I'm SHOCKED DreamStat has nothing to say from the peanut gallery. Seems he only shows up when Armand's around.)

Ouch.

CRAZY how Louis' already in like the 5th stage of grief, accepting DreamStat as some buddy ole pal. Walking in the park, chatting on park benches like they used to do back in NOLA. (But also accepting that he HAS to let DreamStat go, if he wants to survive in Paris & build something with Armand.)

He still thinks he's a "wh*re," doomed to be out cheating. U_U

WOW! So the night Les chased Jelly Roll Morton out of town was probably the night Lou realized he was REALLY in love, I reckon. U_U

Is that TRUE, or just what Louis wishes was true? (I bet it's true.) Les carried Lou's monogrammed hanky, daw. :3

MORE delusion--Louis, you couldn't even run your own family, let alone a pack of 14 Old World vamps who have ZERO reason to parlay with you--America is a totally different situation than Europe! The vamps out there are VICIOUS, cuz they INVENTED viciousness! Louis just gassed Armand up into thinking they had the upper hand, blissfully ignorant that Santiago just got ALL the dirt on him, smdh.

Ohhhh....THAT'S what Lou calls him in bed! 🤭 This is so touching & sweet, as Lou's like: You are ARUN, you're a PERSON, born with the human right to have hopes, dreams, desires, wants. Eff what Coven Master Armand & rentboy Amadeo did. What do YOU want, as ARUN? TABULA RASA. I love that for him! ❤

😲🤯

Armand calling Louis Maitre!? DADDY LOU IS BACK! 😈 That's right, you toss that lighter over your shoulder; you've MASTERED the Fire Gift! 🔥 (They grow up so fast~! 😭)

Armand wants to follow Lou's lead, let him take control. "I serve a God." Armand is TIRED of leading, he needs someone to follow; something to believe in. He always needs to have something he can devote his attention to--Lestat & Gabrielle read him for filth about this in several books; esp. Memnoch.

Cuz these are vamps; soul-sucking leeches. Loumand's codependent to a fault. Two vines wrapped so tight around e/o that they'll eventually strangle any life/vitality out of e/o--and you can see that toxicity bubbling to the surface in their huge argument at the end of the ep. They broke up in the books for a reason--Armand NEEDED to find himself (find ARUN, his human soul/identity), too. A coven's a poor substitute for a FAMILY, which he finally got with Sybelle & Benji, Daniel & Marius. This isn't even the tip of the iceberg--but it's a start. 👍

[m-jelly]

Hello, Jelly! have a pleasant day ahead, sweetie 🥰

anyway, can I please request a one-shot in a Canon! setting where the reader who is Levi's beloved wife is having a picnic kind-of tea date with Levi in his day off. They talked about a lot of things which are kind of so sweet and romantic 💗

Thank you !!! 🫶🏻

@kenkopanda-art <3

A little picnic

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, romance, married, fluff, date time, cute, Levi has cleaning issues, reassuring Levi

You take your husband on a cute date and make a little picnic for him to try and get him to relax.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

A cute deep growl came from Levi as he walked behind you. It was sweet how he had mixed feelings about the day. If Levi had a choice, he would stay in bed with you all day long. However, you said you didn't want to spend your day off locked up in the house. You wanted to have a nice day out with the man you loved so deeply.

So, here you were walking with him to a sweet spot so you could have a little picnic. You turned to him in your summer dress and softly smiled. "Is it that bad?"

"Hmm?"

You fiddled with the basket. "Going on a date with me?"

Levi hurried over to you and cupped your face. "No, no. Please don't read my grumbling wrong. Tch, I'm just being a shit that won't come." He kissed you lightly on the lips. "I love you, my darling. I guess...I just love snuggling with you in bed a lot."

You giggled. "I love it too and I love you."

He put his arm around you. "Come on. Let's take this grumpy idiot on a date, huh?"

You grinned at him. "You're a cute grumpy."

"Thank you." He looked over at a nice tree to sit under. "It's clean, right?"

"I have a blanket."

He blushed a little. "You think of everything, don't you?"

"I try." You led him to a nice spot under the tree and placed a blanket down. "Sit, my handsome man."

Levi sat down and hummed in happiness. "Comfy and it looks lovely."

You joined him on the blanket and placed the basket in front of the two of you. "Help yourself, my love."

He opened the basket and started getting out food and drinks for the two of you. He put everything out and smiled softly as you ate together. He shuffled closer to you and massaged your thigh. He leaned closer and kissed your neck a few times.

You hummed a little laugh. "Levi. Focus on your lunch."

"It's hard when you're so sweet and delicious. You're better than any tea in this world."

You wrapped your arms around Levi's neck and kissed him. "Thank you, you sweet and romantic goofball."

Levi slowly lowered you down to lie back. He kissed you over and over as his hands traced your curves. "How are you so perfect? I love you so much. I'm the luckiest man in the world to be married to you."

You tangled your fingers in his hair. "I'm the lucky one."

"Lunch was perfection, my darling."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He lay on his side next to you. "I could happily do this for the rest of our lives."

You rubbed Levi's cheek and gazed into his eyes. "I hope we stay together forever. I hope that all this fighting ends."

Levi placed his hand on your hip. "It will. I'll make sure of it. We need a sweet home together to build a family and have a big garden to grow things in."

You hummed a laugh. "You're right. I believe in you and the scouts."

Levi pouted. "Mostly me."

"Yes, my love. Mostly you." You giggled and showered his face in kisses.

[holocene-sims]

get to know me (sims edition)

thank you so much to @dandylion240 for tagging me!! <3

i feel like everyone has done this bad boy by now, so i don't know who to tag, but please consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to do it!

what's your favorite sims death?

ngl i love the jelly bean death from TS3. when i was younger, if i got bored of a sim, i'd just feed them jelly beans over and over until they kicked the bucket and i could get rid of them.

if not the jelly bean death, then mummy's curse! it's way too easy to get sims cured of it, though, so you really have to commit to letting them suffer through it.

alpha cc or maxis match?

i'd say somewhere in between! i much prefer maxis match, but i'll use alpha occasionally. if i do, it's probably for specific clothing items that no one has made in mm style yet.

do you cheat your sims weight?

for story sims, yes. for gameplay sims, no. i really don't care about it in gameplay and i just let my sims look like what they look like. but in my story, i do cheat it because i keep VERY tight control over those characters. i like continuity and making sure everyone sticks to their canon, but also, when things do change, i like to plan for that to happen in the narrative at a logical point in time for the character.

do you move objects?

constantly!

favorite mod?

literally anything that gives me god-like control over my sims. NRaas and MCCC are my loves <3

first expansion pack?

it was world adventures for TS3.

i remember when i bought the base game on PC for the first time. picture it - september 2012. supernatural just released, seasons is on the way. everyone and their mother is watching lifesimmer. i played one household, an opposites attract couple. i got bored, killed the husband, and then never touched the game again.

at least, i didn't touch it until i watched LGR's reviews and bought world adventures! yay, interest revived.

do you pronounce live mode as aLIVE or LIVing?

i always say it like "liv"

who's your favorite sim you've ever made?

unequivocally, it's grant <3 my beloved

also his future love interest, who i will continue to tease simblr with by vague posting about them

have you made a simself?

yes, but i never play my simself or use them for anything.

what is your favorite EA hair color?

black or red, 100% - they look amazing on every single sim. like i challenge myself to find a sim who doesn't look good in black or red hair. i don't think it'll happen!

i love the unnaturals, too, but more in TS3 because i can customize them to my heart's desire and give sims their natural root color.

also unpopular opinion but in TS4, the original blue black is wayyyyy better than the new one!

favorite EA hair?

honestly, just the curly hairs. me and giving sims in every game curly hair are an inseparable duo

favorite life stage?

you know, i don't think i have one favorite, but i can tell you which one i hate. i HATE playing as kids. they can't do anything and they're not interesting and their clothing options are horrible. babies, infants, toddlers, teens - all okay! kids? NOPE BORING

yes, i would rather play with a burrito or bassinet baby than a kid.

the kids are slightly better in TS3 because i feel like it's easier to get them to make friends, plus i can ship them off to boarding school if i really want to, but they're still not interesting...

are you a builder or in it for the gameplay?

gameplay and stories all the way, baby. i hate building. will i do it occasionally? sure. does it make me want to eat my monitor so i never have to stare at my poor life decisions ever again? yes!

are you a cc creator?

yes and no. i love doing recolors tbh but most of them end up being only for my private game. i've not shared very much on here publicly. i always want to and then i forget or just don't feel like cleaning up my files to be sharable.

do you have any simblr friends?

a few, yes! i'm very shy and short on free time to browse tumblr so i suck at reaching out, but i've made a few amazing friends and lots of close mutuals, i'd say. i'm always wanting to make friends on here, though, so hey y'all, let's be besties! if i follow you, i treasure you. trust me!

do you have any sims merch?

i've never seen sims merch to begin with?

do you have a youtube for sims?

i've had two LMAO. i had one as a kid where i uploaded gameplay clips. i had one video get a decent set of views (okay, like a hundred or something, idk) where i did a world adventures time lapse.

and then i started another one in like 2019? i did speed CAS and decorating videos in TS3. i deleted all the videos, though. i did think about reviving that channel a while back and doing let's plays for sims and RPGs, but then i got paranoid about people hearing my voice. i had the mic and everything ready, left over from a school project.

you know, sometimes i still think about using that channel but i probably won't.

how has your sim style changed throughout your years of playing?

i don't know. i think they've always looked kind of the same. i always lean towards making sims with freckles, big eyes, long noses, curly hair, and who aren't skinny and never wear a color other than black. if you ever see a sim of mine with features that deviate from those, just know that it was a severe struggle and concerted effort to do so.

what's your origin ID?

i'm not giving that out to the whole wide world. though, you can DM me for it if we're mutuals and you want it for any reason!

who's your favorite cc creator?

i love rusty-sims and sifix because they make absolute top-tier formalwear cc. formal is my least favorite outfit category in any sims game and they make it so much easier to work with <3

how long have you had simblr?

this particular one? since december 2021.

how do you edit your pictures?

basically not at all. i use gimp to crop and add borders, then photopea to add text on my story posts.

what expansion pack is your favorite?

it's definitely not world adventures. what do you mean it's world adventures? i've never ever ever mentioned on this blog or in this post that i love world adventures. i don't know where that assertion is coming from!

it's world adventures

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

I just want to bully all three elf husbands. Imagine Haurchefant, Estinien and Aymeric in the just the four of us au getting all jelly over Raymond the corgi because Agni has been distracted over them :3 . Just want to take the time and say love your recent gposes

(Oh thank you!!! <3 I always love it when you send me asks!)

"That...thing...is a menace." Estinien huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

Aymeric rolled his eyes. "Tis not a menace but certainly a nuisance."

Haurchefant nodded. "Tis also not surprising when we know how much our lady loves cute animals." Every single cute animal our darling Agi sees, she must pet and cuddle. "Though I do wish some of that attention were turned back in our direction."

The three men watched as their beloved wife had baby Esme on her lap and looked at Raymond the corgi minion with glee. Even Esme is cooing at Raymond! Dear child, pray look towards your fathers.

However, within moments, Esme caught sight of her fathers and cooed loudly, leaning towards them with her fat little arms waving about! So cute!

"Oh! Goodness, I didn't see you three there!" Agnes giggled. "Have you seen Raymond splooting? He's positively adorable!"

Estinien smiled tensely. "Aye, we've seen the bloody minion do a thousand times. Today."

Haurchefant and Aymeric gave him a look (you grumpy ass, NOT NOW) while Agnes frowned. "Oh. Yes. Well, he's being very cute and Esme is watching him so closely. It's all...very cute." Estinien, I love you dearly, but our purpose to get her attention without making her sad!

Aymeric in the most graceful way possible moved to Agnes and sat next to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "What our darling grump means is that you've been spending a lot of time with Raymond--"

"And we'd like some of that, ah, redirected towards us, my lady wife." Haurchefant finished, taking Esme from Agnes. Sweet baby daughter, you are so loved. However, we would like some time with your mother so a trip to see Luci or Father might be in your future.

Agnes's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped. "Oh. My. Fucking. Gods. I am so sorry! I didn't realize! Oh, I'm so sorry!" She grabbed Aymeric's face and kissed him soundly. Then she moved to Haurchefant and did the same. And one more time for our grump with the large cock! There she goes! Now he'll be less miserable. "I really do apologize, my loves."

Estinien grunted. "Hmph. Tis no trouble, my sweet." He pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. "Been feeling...needy. All of us." Estinien murmured softly.

She melted in his arms and sighed. Her sighs are like music! So beautiful! "Then perhaps some cuddles and kisses are in order, in addition to some private time." Stepping back, she glanced at Aymeric and Haurchefant before smiling softly. "After all, the three of you are my heart along with Esme and deserve--"

"An evening to ourselves, I agree, darling." Aymeric chuckled. "I shall contact your mother and see if she would like to take Esme."

"I'll make sure her to-go bag is packed." Estinien said with a small smile, his gaze catching Esme's. Oh, he adores her. It's so lovely to see. Estinien, after everything, deserves to be happy...we all do. As Estinien walked past Agnes, he pinched her ass making her giggle.

"And you, Haurche? What will you do, my knight brave and true?"

"Why, serve you of course!" He grinned. "As I have vowed to do til my last breath."

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary425

11/22-23/24

friday-saturday

beep beep beep,

i forgot, last night, to write about the movies i watched, i was so tired.

the first was another carl theodor dreyer film, michael. i found it good, obviously not as special as what he would go on to do in passion of joan of arc, however you see flashes of that in his closeups of people though none of the montage work really appears, it's fine though, it's interesting to see dreyer progress in from michael to passion, and michael is also a rather special film in its own right (as is man of the house), it's a gentle sort of tragedy, it's not so painful as others, actually as i think of it now, the master painter carl zeit, who loves michael, creates a final masterpiece, an old man on some rocks, i believe it is another painting but i don't know which, and it's this image of total loss, feeling abandoned by the world, and still, expressing himself in such a way, he continuously gives and gives to his beloved, who is instead in love with this woman. michael at one point is asked by carl to paint her eyes as he can't do it right, he holds no love for her, what comes from his brush is a lifeless thing, and when michael does it, we actually do see a brief spot of montage, so forgive me i was mistaken, rapidly cut together shots of her face and eyes, brief but shocking and beautiful, it conveys that sense of affection as well as the transformation the beloved takes on as you gaze upon them, or as they move, the way they transform your insides, your responses to them. anyhow, he falls in love with her, she is a destitute russian countess, he wastes carl's funds, sells off a painting carl must buy back and give back to michael, a huge portrait of michael titled "the victor" where he stands nude and tall, a giant painting, all of this, carl does not curse michael for, he only gives, always giving to him, even as he travels towards death, lonely, his sketches of algiers absconded with by michael quietly, he claims, i forget...i gave them to him as a gift, yes, a gift. and michael is struck with grief but with his love at his side, they seem genuinely in love, in the film (i cannot say for the book this story is adapted from), she isn't really some sort of wicked woman getting this man to manipulate another, she is in need, michael desperately wants to help her, this is all he has. parallel to this, there is a man who keeps his wife miserable and with her secret lover, friend to her husband, upon the husband's finding out, he kills the secret lover/his friend in a duel, rather interesting to see their loveless relationship which only brings grief to that woman, and the unrequited love of carl for michael, where he lets carl go, a true love left to travel where it pleases. it's a beautiful thing, ultimately.

another strange thing about this, is i watched it on youtube, and they had chosen some chopin best of i think, to play, overlaid with a vinyl crackling that was really painful for me to listen to honestly, so i switched the sound off and at first played the film with some satie behind it, and the 3 gymnopedies worked great behind it, though i think those are such great pieces of music they will work with anything. eventually though, after i made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (i eat like a child sometimes...), i switched to recordings of scriabin by vladimir sofronitsky, and by the end of the film, this was playing:

which made it, maybe more than it earns with its images alone (truly i am unsure, this is not a condemnation of the images or to say they may not be worth what i felt, but with the music tethered, it is impossible to part them), really powerful. of course it would be, this is i think one of the greatest recordings of music i've heard, it's really incredible. it all felt perfect, it matched the images or i made the images match it perfectly.

after that, a rather strange thing happened, the film ended, i looked at discord, an acquaintance posted (i think) a compilation of roland kayn's work, and that was uploaded by the account of my dead friend dom, so with these odd and heavy feelings of watching this kind man give to others (or one others but the gesture took on this feeling of broadness, a general kindness behind an icy demeanor), i was reminded of the gentle kindness of my friend dom, and so overwhelmed i began crying, and listened to absent friend by bark psychosis, and then i started talking about him, which always feels odd, it's a cruelty people with dead people in their lives are afforded i suppose, to stick that cross in the ground wherever the hills rise and time conspires to make these gone people appear in our memories. i felt bad, to do it, shortly after doing it, but she was very nice, she seemed sorry or, not sorry, it's just what else do you say to people sad about things like that, she was very kind, or is.

here are a couple screenshots:

i rather like the one where we see them looking at the nude statue over their shoulders, he looks at her, she at him, the thing in the middle, it says so much, it's arranged in a really surreal way too i feel.

the next film was beloved enemy by alan clarke, which was great as always, dull though, a powerful dull, i guess more a throb than a dull thing, the film throbs along as slimy business men talk to soviet emissaries about selling tires and lasers, the fall of the soviet way of living, austerity, the collapse of socialist dreams, the kiln that reality was tempered in i suppose, on display. given that, it isn't so emotional, in fact, every character being a repugnant worm really, you're just left with the fact that the world really is moved by such calculated means. it's an ugly film, and it's maybe clarke's weakest i've seen, still great though.

after that was another film which i would describe as throbbing and procedural as well, and also full of repugnance, but the characters so silent, outside of delivering and receiving orders, lapses in the ability to remain at any kind of remove, and so on, it's not so ugly, in fact it's shot beautifully and strangely, this was alan clarke's contact. a really great film about british military men disturbing north ireland, getting shot at sometimes, killing poor people who are poorly equipped, aimlessly wandering in the dark and day, in lovely green hills, all led by an unnamed man played by sean chapman who is a really unsung talent in clarke's work and this film really shows how incredible an actor he is, that it's mostly in the body, in fact, the flatness of his voice when he speaks, the quietness of it until it can't be quiet any longer (when he must shout at the boys (yes, they all seem like boys, so young the other men in his... i dunno what they call it, is it a platoon? the little army cluster they operate in)), i say gentle quite a bit i guess, but his voice is gentle and scarcely emotes, it feels restrained, with so much intent, nothing leaks through, only in his eyes staring blankly, that he's so spaced out he sees through earth and into outerspace, empty of thought, only possessed by void, after one of his men dies to a landmine, and all he says of it is, get back to cover, what the fuck are you doing, when the others run and express fear and then talking to another captain or something, no morbid talk, keep them occupied, and back at their weird prison-base thing, he died, part of the job, what you sign up for, after this, it seems like he really would like to die. i keep thinking of the final little bit of the film, a long feeling sequence because of how tense it is (the film is so tense generally, it feels painful, really like too much always), where he seems to be praying he's come across a carbomb, he opens both doors, so slowly, painfully slow, and then turns the car on, nothing happens, he begins kicking the car, he emotes, it's only this pained howl, that's how it is in my head, i think he's saying fuck. then they move on, the platoon (i suppose), and then one of the other boys is blown up by a landmine.

it's not really interested in you caring deeply for these men, they're this strange and aimless limb of state violence, instead it's this strange thing, their bodies, they're so totally possessed, so totally used, there's some other portion of their life, all that this can be expressed in is silence, inaction, tiredness, and death, wanting to die, that's where their grasp of life has been pushed out to, this is the tragic feeling, not that they're really good people put in bad circumstance, just that by the functioning of the state and disciplinary apparatuses, they hardly are anymore, they are bodies of the state's will, their feeling of what the fuck are we doing here, why these people, it's only at the backs of their heads. the end of the film is the captain staring into space, his hands over his face, reduced to all he had any grasp on, a fearful animal.

it's hard to express how much it continues to make me feel, seeing him try to die like that, seeing anyone try to die via military procedure, it's so odd, it feels ahead of every other film like this, because it doesn't give you much character, it gives you these hints, nothing to love, just hints of these people craving violence because it means something other than more green, more walking, more sleeping in a ditch, and thus that cruelty is harnessed by the state to make them better at killing, better at capturing, less kind to whoever they come across, a machine which produces startling images to make people fall into line as much as a group of mercenaries sent to kill random people who went from being farmers to men who pick up guns to defend themselves.

anyhow, i must shower now. today, i woke up late-ish, 11:30, am very hungry, i have drawn a little, i wonder though if i've chosen bad colors for shadows maybe. maybe i should ask my girlfriend, she knows this kind of thing well, as she is an artist. she gave me the advice, somewhat recently, basic color theory tip is cold light, warm shadows, warm light, cold shadows. i think, right? anyhow, i am trying to keep to that, i just worry i leave things too translucent, too low of an opacity as i build things out and i get something that looks more like dirt than shadow.

well, i've been sort of up to that all day, i also cooked, did some cleaning up too, i like cleaned some disgusting black matter from the drain in the bathroom sink, i've now done my nightly work out (as opposed to the daily workout done briefly after waking up (ideally at least (sometimes, it takes some time to get there (i always do, however (not to brag))))), and i've also done some reading.

the reading today has been the first chapter of flannery o'connor's the violent bear it away.

here are some quotes i rather liked:

"(...) while he thrashed out his peace with the lord, and when he returned, bedraggled, and hungry, he would look the way the boy thought a prophet ought to look. he would look as if he had been wrestling a wildcat, as if his head were still full of the visions he had seen in his eyes, wheels of light and strange beasts with giant wings of fire and four heads turned to the four points of the universe. these were the times that tarwater knew that when he was called, he would say, "here i am lord, ready!" at other times when there was no fire in his uncle's eye and he spoke only of the sweat and stink of the cr"oss, of being born again to die, and of spending eternity eating the bread of life, the boy would let his mind wander off to other subjects."

"he was a bull-like old man with a short head set directly into his shoulders and silver protruding eyes that looked like two fish straining to get out of a net of red threads."

"don't wait," old tarwater had said. "listen. if it ain't feasible to use the box when the time comes, if you can't lift it or whatever, just get me in the hole but i want it deep. i want it ten foot, not just eight, ten. you can roll me to it if nothing else. i'll roll. get two boards and set them down the steps and start me rolling and dig where i stop and don't let me roll over into it until it's deep enough. prop me with some bricks so i won't roll into it and don't let the dogs nudge me over the edge before it's finished. you better pen up the dogs."

"the dead don't bother with particulars" the boy interrupted. the old man grabbed the front of his overalls and pulled him up against the side of the box and glared into his pale face. "the world was made for the dead. think of all the dead there are," he said, and then as if he had conceived the answer for all the insolence in the world, he said, "there's a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive," and he released him with a laugh."

"a slow warm rising resentment that this freedom had to be connected with jesus and that jesus had to be the lord."

"in the darkest most private part of his soul, hanging upsidedown like a sleeping bat, was the certain, undeniable knowledge that he was not hungry for the bread of life. had the bush flamed for moses, the sun stood still for joshua, the lions turned aside before daniel only to prophesy the bread of life? he felt a terrible disappointment in that conclusion, a dread that it was true. the old man had said that as soon as he died, he would hasten to the banks of the lake of galilee to eat the loaves and fishes the lord had multiplied. "forever?" the horrified boy asked "forever," the old man said." "the boy sensed that this was the heart of his great uncle's madness, this hunger, and what he was secretly afraid of was that it might be passed down, might be hidden in the blood and might strike some day in him and then he would be torn by hunger like the old man, the bottom split out of his stomach so that nothing would heal or fill it but the bread of life. he tried when possible to pass over these thoughts, to keep his vision located on an even level, to see no more than what was in front of his face and to let his eyes stop at the surface of that. it was as if he were afraid that if he let his eye rest for an instant longer than was neeeded to place something -- a spade, a hoe, the mule's hind quarters before his plow, the red furrow under him -- that the thing would suddenly stand before hi, strange and terrifying, demanding that he name it and name it justly and be judged for the name he gave it. he did all he could to avoid this threatened intimacy of creation. when the lord's call came, he wished it to be a voice from out of a clear and empty sky, the trumpet of the lord god almighty, untouched by any fleshly hand or breath. he expected to see wheels of fire in the eyes of unearthly beasts. he had expected this to happen as soon as his great-uncle died. he turned his mind off this quickly and went to get a shovel."

"the boy's heart was beating so fast he was afraid it was going to gallop out of his chest and disappear forever."

"he'll never be baptized--just as a matter of principle, nothing else. as a gesture of human dignity, he will never be baptized."

"well now, the stranger said, don't you think any cross you set up in the year 1952 would be rotted out by the year the day of judgement comes in? rotted to as much dust as his ashes if you reduced him to ashes? and lemme ask you this: what's god going to do with sailors drowned at sea that the fish have et and the fish that et them et by other fish and they et by yet others? and what about people that get burned up naturally in house fires? burnt up one way or another or lost in machines until they're pulp? and all those sojers blasted to nothing? what about all those that there's nothing left of to burn or bury?"

"a burning arm slid down tarwater's throat as if the devil were already reaching inside him to finger his soul. he squinted at the angry sun creeping behind the topmost fringe of trees."

there's some more but maybe this is excessive, still a good exercise i think, writing the words out, feeling their mechanics and relation between each word as you type them back out. a good meditation.

i think in the quotes the pulse of the book becomes evident, this odd obsession with the second coming, the end times, the tension of the boy with not wanting eternity, but wanting the end. there is some other quote i am remembering now, the old man, he comes to learn not to hate the world which will be enwreathed in destruction but to hate the destruction which will come, that it must at all, i suppose. the boy it seems, has not learned this. the old man, his great uncle, stood in the city aiming to be a prophet, screaming about the end, he had a vision, or was touched, a finger of the sun burned him, i wonder if this is what is coming for the boy. i wonder what lopes towards the boy in fact. he is an odd character, the 'stranger' in one of the quotes, that is a voice in his head, leading him, in argument with... well not with faith, not supporting the devil, but this other vision of god perhaps, a more violent thing, less sentiment, less kindness, a world of cruel pains, the stranger in him reveals everything wrapped in rot to the boy, even the old man. it feels truthful to me, but that is how i am, and i wonder, are these poorly thought out ends, is this a freakish way of justifying oneself, the boy cannot bury the great uncle, he sets their two story shack ablaze after a man came to finish the job for him. of course, as flannery o'connor tends towards, the story contains some points about race as well, the boy seems racist, i imagine all the whites in the story will be, it's something she always aims to point at, to express as one of the miseries of the world, it's interesting how she handles it, that she couldn't not feel those ways herself while still trying to examine it and reckon with it as an abominable part of the world we are in.

the fear of eternity really fascinates me, he wants god to raze life almost, destroy everything so there is naught, the torture of his life, the boy only 14, feeling it so gravely. at times i still feel so tortured! we all do, there is a seduction in apocalypse, especially the christian apocalypse, the monsters, the four heads pointed at the corners of the universe, totality witnessed and wadded up and thrown out, it leaves me drooling, in some way, it's an erotic nightmare, to be congealed with everyone between two walls of blank night closing in, a meatgrinder returning us to ylem (those corpses who cannot be burned or buried).

reading her always brings me to highschool, exposed to her and cormac mccarthy, both were revelations of some kind. she is more of one than he i figure, a good man is hard to find shocked me in a really insane way. she is a special writer.

after this book i think i must return to genet. our lady of the flowers... finally...

i've cut my hair a little more, i think even if it's a little too high up now, the bangs are at least more even, this should make them sit more normally and make me not putz around with them so much. such an irritating thing.

reading o'connor, as well, i kept seeing in my head a vision of a church, the wood of the gothic flourishes a red, something vibrant almost, only revealed in the light, the laminate separating from the wood, and its grain felt even as you only stare, a wall rotting too, white walls, reeds all yellowed, a world turning in silence, the interior again, that closeup of something floral, the weight of prayer, all the knowing that goes into prayer, what is behind you haunts only, all accrued, forever, always, perhaps that is the boy's fear, sin behind you, nothing will raze it, you can only experience the terror of being forgiven and with no counter-gift you live a new life of freedom via debt.

here is something off a compilation i was listening to today, while playing a word game on nyt's game thingy + reading:

this feels fitting as well:

i think this is all today, i've continued the drawing, i redid some of the sleeve, i also had to redo the hand a bit and now it looks more... well the hand is now more detailed less sketchy so that gives me more solid ground to work with, i think. the new sleeve makes shading a little easier i think.

just did a little more to make it not look like her arm is broken. #swag.

i also plucked my eyebrows... hopefully that makes me look more feminine, or at least makes me feel not so disgusted by myself! i wonder if tomorrow i'll wake up and shower and totally hate how all this stuff frames my face or something. we will see. life is an experiment or maybe a rehearsal, like that country teasers song says.

one last song before sleep:

and,

so, or,

so,

and:

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[merrybrides]

Match Your Values With Your Wedding Vows

As you think about writing your wedding vows, have you considered how to infuse your values into your vows? Whether your values center on your culture, faith, or your family (or all three!), we have tips for making sure that your wedding vows reflect what you value most (plus sharing our favorite examples!).

STYLES OF WEDDING VOWS

PERSONAL, SENTIMENTAL & ROMANTIC

This is perhaps the most classic, traditional style of custom wedding vows. Wedding days are full of emotion, and it’s perfectly normal to feel romantic and sentimental when writing your vows (However, if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, that’s ok! Our vow books are the perfect place to document vows you prefer to keep more private).

Example:

My sister, Arielle embraced the notion of Love Letter Wine Box ceremony when she married her husband. They were inspired by moments in their dating relationship when they had many great conversations over a glass of wine. It became a ritual for them to open a bottle that they loved and settle in for an evening of conversation. The wedding box ceremony was the perfect way to recognize those special moments and make their ceremony personal and sentimental. It also fits in perfectly with their Napa wedding.

Prompt:

What moment did you know you wanted to spend your life with this person?

What special rituals have you created as a couple?

FUNNY / PLAYFUL

If your relationship is full of laughter and silliness, your vows don’t need to be somber and stiff (although they are serious, they don’t have to be square).

Example:

We love this example we found via Offbeat Bride.  It’s playful, certainly, but we love what’s behind this playful vow: a commitment to know and understand your partner as much as you can, and to do everything you can to make them happy. What a lovely sentiment!

“I promise to give you half the cream cheese I would want on a bagel. I promise to under jelly your sandwiches but over toast them. But most of all I promise to work on this, on us. I promise to try. I promise to choose you and us and our family every day.”

Prompt:

What are your favorite quirks about your partner?

What are yours or their endearing pet peeves?

Is there anything about these that you’ve had to compromise on in your relationship, that’s brought you closer?

RELIGIOUS

Many couples find wisdom in the scriptures to use in their wedding ceremony. No matter your faith, you can choose to involve scripture in your vows or wedding ceremony to express your commitment and sentiments to each other.

Example:

A common scripture from the Christian tradition comes from the books in the bible. In the scriptures, while these don’t necessarily refer to romantic love, they do express the ideals of commitment and love that many people want to have in their marriage, which is why these (and other) verses are so popular.

“Two are better than one. For if they fall, one will lift the other up”Ecclesiastes 4: 9-10

And above all these put on love, which binds everything in perfect harmony.  Colossians 3:14

A common Jewish (and Christian) scripture reading comes from the Songs of Solomon 6:3:“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine”.

Prompt:

What lines of scripture do you want to inspire your marriage?

If you have a different faith from your partner, what will you blend from each of your faith backgrounds?

CULTURE BASED

Weddings are a universal tradition, and each culture has developed their own beautiful, symbolic, and rich practices around two people pledging commitment of eternal love. Consider adopting a tradition from your own culture, or your partner’s culture.

We love the The Knot Guide To Wedding Traditions which is a fabulous guide for nearly every cultural wedding ceremony tradition you could think of. If you don’t identify strongly with a culture, you may find great beauty in borrowing or adopting a piece of another that resonates with you as a culture.

Example:

We love the Japanese wedding tradition of a sake ceremony. The ritual is called a San San Kudo, literally translating to “Three Three Nine Deliver”. Sake is immensely important in Japanese culture and carries historical and cultural significance. It harkens back to the time in Japanese culture when sharing sake carried weight as a formal bond, much like a handshake in Victorian times.

Here’s how it works:

Each partner drinks 3 sips from both sake cups, then offers sake to both sets of parents. The parents then take sips, making for a total of 9 sips, symbolically solidifying the bond between the families. This celebrates the new formed unity between the families.

Prompt:

What you might bring from your culture into your vows?

Are there traditions from another culture that’s meaningful or symbolic to you as a couple that you might want to adopt?

FAMILY-BASED

If this is your second wedding, you may be blending families together, making your union about more than just your twosome. This is a wonderful opportunity to include sentiments about how you’ll care for each other’s family as you come together. Whether your children are still young or grown with children of their own, blending two families always brings unique challenges, and of course, also requires

Example:

A wonderful trend we’ve seen in blended family weddings is a vow from the parents to the children. This is a time for the new stepparents to express to their new stepchildren how, in choosing their partner, they are also choosing the child for life. This is a wonderful opportunity to strengthen the bond with the child, and publicly declare love and commitment.

Prompt:

How will you incorporate your family into your new life together?

What are your promises individually and together to the children involved

[bewitchingjediandavengingnarnia]

fun lil interview questions!

I know I created this but my beloved skyofrey✨ did say that whoever saw this could count as being tagged so here I am. Cuz I love answering questions but hardly ever get asked. So here we go.

1. Who would win in a fight- Dr.Phil or Oprah

Yes Oprah is the obvious answer and you know what else? Gerard answered the same so you know I have to answer what he said

2. What is the significance of a piece of jewelry you own?

I have 3 that come to mind. One is a cool necklace that looks like tusks or teeth that my aunt bought for me from Mexico when I was about 13 years old. Then there’s a ring that has tiny green jewels or diamonds idk and it was given to me by my mom’s best friend who also happens to be my best friend’s mom. She bought it at a yardsale for hardly anything but I love it sooo much. And third is the Pirates of the Carribean medallion that my dad bought me at Disneyland

3. What’s your favorite cover song?

Also 3 come to mind!

A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon and Garfunkel covered by Gerard Way

While My Guitar Gently Weeps by the Beatles covered by Regina Spektor

With A Little Help From My Friends by the Beatles covered by Jim Sturgess and Joe Anderson

4. If you were a Care Bear, what symbol would be on your stomach? I guess this question could also apply to if you were a My Little Pony

It’d be a painter palette? Or a paw print

5. If you could relive one day of your life, what day would it be?

My thirteenth birthday when my parents took me to see the premiere of Narnia

6. What is your favorite book and what are you currently reading right now?

Idk what my favorite book is anymore since Harry Potter is tainted now. I’m currently reading The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle and I just finished The 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo just a few days ago! With none other than skyofrey my beloved!

7. What’s the most embarrassing song you listen to?

I too think nobody should be embarrassed by any music they listen to. Cringe is dead babeey! That being said: I’m gonna answer with Alvin and the Chipmunks XD

8. What question do you never want to be asked again?

What do you do? As in career. Or what are my career plans.

9. What’s the craziest rumor you’ve heard of yourself?

None that I’ve ever known

10. Does a horse go to heaven?

It goes to horse heaven

11. Which of the 7 deadly sins best describes you?

Envy

12. Which would you rather have as a pet, a Vampire bunny or a rabid unicorn?

See I wanna answer vampire bunny because it does seem like the obvious choice and Gerard answered this too. BUT if I manage to cure this unicorn I have an animal so rare that could probably make me a bunch of money? I’m thinking too capitalistically for shame 😔

13. If you were a famous rockstar, what would be something you’d always take with you on tour? Nothing boring like your phone.

Probably a book. And yeah good idea Katie, I’d take a polaroid camera to capture all da memories

14. Chunky or smooth peanut butter? What kind of jelly?

Either but no jelly.

15. What is one thing you love about yourself?

I love that I’m empathetic. Oh that was also what Gerard answered...haha whoops 😅

16. If you were an animal what would you be?

A bat or cat

Tagging whoever wants to do this!

[captainobviois]

Incredible. Thank you for enabling me

If there’s a * then I do take and encourage criticism.

Assuming third life everyone is level 1, last life they level up to 2, and so on.

Scar is a lvl 1 Bard in 3rd life. This man talked his way in and out of everything. He abused the friends cantrip. He took the charlatan background and ran with it. Last life he became a lvl 2 bard. You may think, oh but he was a wizard - wrong. Charlatan. He’s still a bard. All his spells are in schools of enchantment and illusion (I don’t have the book with me atm or the bard spell list memorized so don’t come for me). Double life Scar took one level into ranger. He got the Jellie pandas as familiars. Limited life Scar took his 2nd level in ranger with the Archery fighting style - HotGuy. Self explanatory. In secret life he took his 3rd level into bard and college of whispers as his subclass. Secrets used against others, deception, on no one’s side? You see what I’m going for here.

TLDR: Scar lvl 3 Bard (College of Whispers), lvl 2 Ranger; Charlatan

Grian. He is a Paladin. I’m so normal about this. No oath until level 3, but paladins prepare for them until then. But for flavor, his oath is to Scar. After he kills him accidentally, swearing fealty and his first life - that’s so Paladin oath coded. I’m so normal about this. Paladin Grian with a haunted one background because of the watchers. last life he takes a second level into paladin as well. Yall might think he doesn’t fit the paladin build but you can easily do a dex based paladin with the weapon proficiencies for finesse. Level two he took the blind fighting style, which gives him extra sight abilities. Watcher stuff. You see it right? Double life he takes third level and becomes an oath breaker. He cheats on Scar, he went against him in last life. He killed him at the end of 3rd life. He’s got no oath. He had the option to turn back to his potential for an oath of devotion, but no. Limited life he takes another paladin level*. Secret life he takes one level into rogue*. The trickery and deception and the whole theme of it fits.

TLDR: Grian lvl 4 Paladin (Oath Breaker), lvl 1 Rogue; Haunted One

Scott is a Druid. Flower husbands, my beloved. He has an acolyte background*. Lvl 1 in druid in 3rd life and lvl 2 in druid for last Life. Which subclass? Circle of the stars. It's perfect for him. Double Life he goes another level into druid. I'm seeing all the elemental magic here with the powdered snow damage to get to Pearl. In Limited Life, he takes a level into cleric in the life domain (haha). He will also do a second level into cleric for secret life. Why? In both he sacrificed himself to give allies time/health. The cleric just fits, especially life domain (you could convince me of death domain maybe).

TLDR: Scott lvl 3 Druid (Circle of Stars), lvl 2 Cleric (Life Domain) ; Acolyte

This may be cruel but I just feel like Jimmy never gets past level 1 because of the canary curse. I'm tempted to say he is also a Haunted One for background because of the curse, but he doesn't have the right personality for it*. He's a lvl 1 wild magic sorcerer and is just so so unlucky. Dying to things that are out of his control and traps not meant for him, terrible rolls for lives in last life, bad luck with meeting his soulmate through death in double Life. The wild magic table is being so cruel to him. The thing that changes, is he actually goes to lvl 2 for Secret life, because the canary curse gets broken.

TLDR: Jimmy lvl 2 Sorcerer (Wild Magic); Haunted One

Ren is a lvl 1 barbarian in 3rd life. Going red being an allegory for entering his rage. I'm obsessed with Barbarian Ren with the Noble background. In last life he took another level into Barbarian. Danger sense and reckless attack are just great for so many people in last life. In double life he takes his third level into barbarian with the beast path.

TLDR: Ren lvl 3 Barbarian (Beast Path); Noble

Martyn - I want to make Martyn a paladin for third life, but alas, he is a fighter. lvl 1 fighter with the Knight background in 3rd life. He's still a fighter in last life and double life. It's the easiest class to get the hang of, good for someone bad at math. In his 3rd level he takes the Samuri subclass, it just fits him being kinda a weeb and all. limited life is where it gets interesting. He multiclasses into warlock with the Great Old One as his patron - for either the Watchers or the Listeners. He continues with that into secret life, which I personally think the Watchers as the patron is more fun for.

TLDR: Martyn lvl 3 Fighter (Samuri), lvl 2 Warlock (The Great Old One); Knight

I have thoughts about all the other players too this is just all I can write out during my lunch break. I will be back

Would anyone want to hear my opinions on dnd classes for life series players?

[kakusu-shipping]

Table Turf versus Jellies

[finelinevogue]

Okay okay but imagine this! dad Harry falling asleep on his stomach and your son crawling up and laying on his back! Like this is so friking cute!

ok this is a small blurb but i just love this concept so much :(((

Harry was shattered.

It wasn’t even just the kind of exhaustion that your eyes feel heavy, or you just have a headache. No it was a mix of both those and then the added body tiredness that meant he felt like he couldn’t move a muscle. Yet, he couldn’t complain. Not one bit.

It had been a 3 months since you and Harry had brought life into the world. 3 months since baby Oliver had taken his first breathes and 3 months since the happiest day of your lives. Although, you’d beg to differ that every day of your lives were happy. Not a day went by without a smile upon your faces now, which is why Harry couldn’t complain.

Even with the stress of a newborn baby, what with the endless nights of crying and days of nappy changing, you were both so content with life. With him. It didn’t mean you couldn’t be exhausted though. Harry was current proof of that.

He was currently laying face down on your bed, straight as a toy soldier, with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He deserved this rest and nap. He was always up with you whenever Oli was restless in the night and he was quick to help with the breastfeeding. He never wanted you to feel alone through any of this, so he did his part and more. He couldn’t be a better dad if he tried. But as much as he deserved this nap and time away from the chaos of having a 3 month old, Oli missed his dad and wouldn’t stop wriggling around to wait impatiently for his dad.

“Alright you, let’s go find daddy yeah?” You rhetorically asked, knowing your son wasn’t going to respond. You picked him up and out of his bassinet and cradled him in your arms, watching his big green eyes look up into yours. His little hands were curled into fists and waving around in excitement. He was getting what he wanted after all.

He giggled at the feeling of you bouncing up the stairs in search of your beloved husband. You instantly found him resting on the bed and you almost felt evil for going to disturb him. Almost. You knew Harry couldn’t be mad at you for blessing him with his son, ever. He would be happy - sleep maybe, but happy:

You walked your way around the bed and sat down on the edge of it, beside Harry. You watched as he blew the king curls of his hair off his face in his gentle sleep. He looked perfect. It was unreal to think he was yours. It was even crazier to think you’d created a child so beautiful and kind with each other. Life wasn’t always kind to you, but you were grateful that this was how it was ending up.

“Okay bubs, gotta be gentle now okay?” You spoke softly, watching as Oli’s eyes went wide with excitement over seeing his dad. His tiny arms started flapping around like crazy and his legs kicked happily underneath him. He was such an excitable child and you were blessed to call him yours.

You placed him carefully on Harry’s back, keeping your arms close next to him in case Harry suddenly jolted in surprise and catapulted Oli across the room. Oli was also very clumsy so it wouldn’t surprise you if he just fell.

Oli used on of his tiny hands to pat Harrys back softly, as if was going to be enough to wake him up. Unexpectedly, it was.

Harry didn’t move quickly, or even at all, once he knew how he was being woken up and by who. He turned his head to the side and gave a sleepy smirk, his eyes only half open in his wakening. He looked delicious, though, and you seriously just wanted to jump and devour him.

“Bloody gremlin you are.” He chuckled with a raspy voice, like the one he normally acquired in a morning. It sent tantalising goosebumps all over your body. Focus Y/N, your child could fall at any moment.

Harry made a point of keeping his eyes locked onto Oli, but Oli hadn’t quite clocked that his dad had woken up just yet so he kept on knocking his fist against Harrys back.

“Oli bubs, look!” Oli turned to you first and then towards where you were pointing to Harry’s woken face. His eyes were slightly puffy from sleep and his hair was an organised mess ontop of his head, but he still won most-handsome-human in your eyes. As soon as Oli spotted his dads familiar face - especially his eyes - he went a little crazy and nearly fell.

“Someone’s excited to see me.” Harry laughed, you lifting Oli up so that Harry could turn over. Oli wiggled like a dancing jelly-bean as you hoisted him into the air, until Harry had bent his legs at his knees and you could place Oli down on Harry’s lower stomach with his back to Harry’s bent legs. “Why isn’t mummy always this excited to see me, huh bud?” Harry grabbed Oli’s fists and started messing around with him.

“I am, it’s just a very different type of excitement.” You rolled your eyes at him, using his knees to prop your head up on to watch the two loves of your lives interact.

“Different how?” Harry teased.

“Well for starters we’re both normally naked.” You bit your bottom lip at the mere thought.

“Show me how that looks again?”

“Not with your 3 month old son sat on your lap, no.” You shot back at his crude remark, slapping his knee in the process.

“Mummy’s such a tease isn’t she?” Harry asked Oli and Oli just giggled in response, not having a clue what was going on.

“If mummy’s such a tease then she’ll just return her new black lingerie.” You threatened him, but you would never actually follow through with your actions - you loved the lingerie too much!

“Mummy will do no such thing. She’ll go put it on right now so daddy can teach her some lessons in respect.” Harry pierced his eyes into yours and you were quick to move both your hands to cover your sons ears.

“You can’t speak like that in front of our son!” You gasped, making sure you weren’t pushing too hard on Oli’s ears - all the while Oli is still laughing and trying to shove Harry’s fingers in his little mouth. Saliva was going everywhere, but Harry didn’t mind one bit - anything to put a smile on his Oli’s face.

“Well then don’t speak like such a brat to me, darling.” You gulped at his words.

“Shut up, otherwise we’re going to end up with another child a lot sooner than we planned.”

[babyboywilson]

Gift Exchange Masterlist

I just want to say a quick thank you to every single person who participated and created something beautiful for this gift exchange, and to everyone who has interacted with all the gifts that were made! I never thought so many people would sign up, and this event turned out to be something so special and memorable! The fact I got to share this experience with so so many talented and breathtaking content creators in this fandom is something I will never forget! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Let’s do it again sometime, yeah?

Here is the completed Masterlist for all the gorgeous creations that were created for this event! And one last massive thank you to yall for being a part of this <3

FICS:

Dean and Cas Cuddling in Their New Home by @ersatzangel

a different lover is not a sin by @tootiredmotel

The 5 Senses of Longing by @starrynightdeancas

apricot jelly by @myaimistrue

In a Moment of Unsteady Peace by @amirosebooks

What Might Have Been by @castielisasunflower​

embrace by @moonshadecastiel

Cracker Jack by @doctorprofessorsong

and may this little flower bloom at last by @rainbow-shine

the orange light of early morning by @you-cant-spell-subtext-without

Don’t Ever Change by @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers

Even When You Hide by @apatheticanvas67482

It’s Going to be Fine. Trust Me. by @whoopsitswhump

What He Wants by @curlynerd

Just Say It by @curlynerd

Dean Versus the Airplane by @emeraldcas

Bedraggled but Blessed by @firefly124

When I fall, I Drown (I’ll Take You With Me) by @marvolord

Fixer Upper by @thiscowboyisbisexual

To Keep An Angel by @team-grumpy-hunter-and-gay-angel

Claire Novak’s (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day by @expectingtofly

Luminosity by @thecadenceimperfect

to think that we could stay the same by @samsonmp3

Belonging by @pluckydean

Bee Keychains and Love by @giantpercyfan02

Took Them Long Enough by @nebulous-bondage

Destiel + Movies + Dating by @corancoranthemagicalman

it lasts longer by @gardenforcas

How the Candle Melts by @yourfinalbow

Camp Counselor Destiel AU by @bowtiesandfireflies

Words Left Unsaid by @fandomandsparkles

Home by @sarija

Somewhere Off in the Dark by @magickastiel

finding happiness/pushing a cart around home depot by @bixlasagna

EDITS:

Castiel & Hozier Lyric Analysis Edit by @10x02

Anna and Cas Edit by @multidimensionaldrunkgiraffe

Tangled Destiel Edit by @bebecas

The Origin of Love (Hedwig and the Angry Inch) Destiel Edit by @lovelybydecay

ART

Happy Dean, Cas, & Baby Jack by @andzia267

Dean and Cas Dancing (feat Cas’ Wings) by @ireallydontknowhowtolife

Angel Cas with Dean on His Knees by @haimnatural

Gabriel with His Wings by @fimmfstiel

Destiel Art Inspired by Portishead SOS Cover by @thebluelynxx

Dean and Cas Dancing in the Garden by @heres-to-evil-skanks

Castiel Art by @mademoisellepantalonssassy

Castiel Art Based on Drive Me Crazy by Orville Peck by @lila-tom

PLAYLISTS:

Meg Playlist by @10x02

Dreamhunter Playlist by @sierraxnevada

AMVS:

Hell’s Comin’ With Me amv by @casismymrdarcy

Destiel carlyraejepsennatural amv by @one-more-offbeat-anthem

Bron-y-aur amv by @nerdybidean

POETRY:

You’ll Always Be My Divine by @nightandwine

5+1 Dean (and Cas) Aging Poem by @supernatural-jaeger

Dean and Cas Poems (Separate and Together) by @sbright31115

Sick!Dean Poem by @softsophos 

GIFS:

honey!cas by @smiledean

That was the Reason by @deanwinchesteradjacent

deancas + bestie. beloved. bastard. by @ne8ula

Dean Winchester (Being Adorable) Through the Seasons by @becauseofthebowties

Bela/Rowena Gifset by @mattmaesonnatural

Slaughterhouse-Five spn gifset by @stanforderadean

Destiel Montage Gifs by @xofemeraldstars

Dean & Cas + Queen’s Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by @bipridedean

We’ll Be Fine by Luz Gifset by @theedorksinlove

dean/castiel + fleeting touch by @teamfoundfamily

Funny How Love Is by Queen by @creeepycas

dean/castiel + hunter husbands by @teamfoundfamily

[pumpkin-pi-e]

Pairing: Erasermic/reader

Reader Gender: Female

Citrus scale: Orange?

Content Warnings: None! :3

*cough* probably crackhead energy.

Synopsis: Erasermic fluff + shin-son! A collection of three lighthearted drabbles, I suppose. Honestly, I'm not sure what to call them. I'll provide snippets from each down below!

1st: Bully!zawa (homeless cat man) picks on the local hero and beloved radio host, ‘Present Mic.’

“Songbird, Shou’s bein’ mean.” That pout never failed to melt your heart—that cockatoo’s cruisin’ for a smoochin’.

“C’mere, sweetie.” Shouta pretends not to be jealous as you give his husband that tender lovin’—generously warm lips and deep nuzzles that look painfully inviting. He can't help but envy.

“Prince,” Shouta's ears are immediately red, and he stiffens as you address him.

“That wasn't very nice of you, my love.”

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2nd: You, Shinsou, and Hizashi do a little science experiment! (The three of you conspire on how to achieve that gravity-defying hairdo.)

“Let me get this straight.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging the thin layer of skin to soothe an oncoming migraine. “You want me to activate Erasure, knowing it'll exacerbate my dry eye for a science experiment?”

You three share a look and answer in unison. “Yes.”

He sighs. “Fine. Let's get this over with.”

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3rd: A homeless resident is trying to enjoy his rare day off and is highly against the cardinal sin of putting buns in ovens.

“Shouta.”

“Mm?”

“Babies are cute.”

Shouta eyes you skeptically, unsure where this is going and wary of finding out.

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A/N: lol, I'm just here to goof around and have fun. These are some shenanigans I wrote in between stories I'm working on. Hopefully, you can get a chuckle out of them.

Aizawa bundles up in his Snuggie™️ after work hours and sets you in his lap so you can help him win levels in Candy Crush (and because it's prime cuddle real estate)

Interestingly, Aizawa has a plethora of stored in-game boosts that he never uses. He doesn't allow you to use them either. The hero isn't saving them for burdensome levels; on the contrary. Aizawa mentioned he didn't want any handicaps. Shouta thought it didn't count if he didn't win on his own. He neither wants nor needs the game to hold his hand.

You know, unlike Hizashi, who runs through power-ups like they’re candy.

Shouta likes it because it's both relaxing and stimulating. On the flip side, you enjoy it because you get to see him in those cute bifocals he wears whenever he has his tablet in hand. (heh. Such a dad.)

To your absolute joy, you discovered both heroes wore them in their downtime. And, on the odd occasion where a student's paper was so flagrantly horrid, it gave them literal cataracts. The teachers would be forced to put them on to see that shit clearer, and it was still the most offensive thing they had ever seen.

Laughter could not be con ta in ed when Mic claimed that a singular piece of paper simultaneously spit in his face, gave him acne, pissed in his Cheerios, and insulted his mustache in the breadth of one sentence.

And when you (foolishly) thought the pain in your chest couldn't get any worse, you were mercilessly thrown into hysterics when Aizawa piped up from his sleeping bag, surrounded by his nest of junk food: jelly pouches, hot chip, macarons, and every other sweet he could get his grubby little mittens on without the DJ chastising him. “Truth hurts. It isn't an insult if it's accurate. Maybe you'll take the hint and finally shave it off. Accept your fate as a babyface.”

Mic sputtered, offended by this latest insult to his darling, totally-hip-and-not-all-lame mustache, and from his husband of all people! “Babe! That's hurtful!”

Shouta didn't look away from his tablet and the cute kitties it depicted, but he was snickering under the collar of his sweater.

“Songbird, Shou’s bein’ mean.” That pout never failed to melt your heart—that cockatoo’s cruisin’ for a smoochin’.

“You think your man looks handsome, don't you?”

Poor baby. Sweet summer child. “Of course I do, cutietoo.” How could you not? He's too sweet in those red-rimmed frames and soft pastels. That gold hair is a halo accentuating his round cheeks, drawing attention to the adorable gap between his two front teeth.

Zashi hums sadly into your kiss, melting into your hands as you cup his face. “Need kisses. I'm heartbroken, mama.”

“C’mere, sweetie.” Shouta pretends not to be jealous as you give his husband that tender lovin’--generously warm lips and deep nuzzles that look painfully inviting. He can't help but envy.

To make matters worse, you cradle Zashi in your soft bosom. Shouta swears it looks like pillowy heaven, and the DJ is suddenly smug as he shoots him a look that the erasure hero scoffs at.

Suck up.

Fuckin’ teacher’s pet.

“Prince,” Shouta's ears are immediately red, and he stiffens as you address him.

“That wasn't very nice of you, my love.” He blooms like a rose, albeit one with more than a few thorns, as he grumbles at the pet name. He pouts heavily and hunkers into his sleeping bag.

“My love?”

He turns over, grabbing his snacks as he does. Don't speak to him or his children ever again. He won't stand for this blatant favoritism.

“Sweetest sleep prince?”

More flustered grumbling.

(The sound of velcro zipping.)

“My hero? Handsome tomcat?”

The zipper drops, and Aizawa is startled by the two faces grinning at him. His magic hair levitated from fright.

“...What do you-mm!” Those eyes are wide and red when two pairs of lips smooch his grumpy face, and all too quickly does it dissolve in gentle, husky giggles and the smallest of smiles.

...Fine. He'll forgive you this time.

He’s peppered in kisses and compliments. No inch of him is left unloved. Similarly, no place is safe from the cluster of kisses--not his warm cheeks, his forehead that had to be revealed by sweeping his bangs aside, and certainly not his rosy nose.

“Handsome kitty.”

*kiss*

“Cute caterpillar.”

*kiss*

“Sweet valentine.”

*kiss*

“Extra special squeeze. My VIP baby!”

“Sleepy beauty.”

“Shouta beau.”

“Sweet listener.”

“Jelly Belly.”

Zashi pauses his ticklish assault, and Shouta breathes a sigh of relief--he was this close to losing his shit.

The radio personality repeats your strange endearment, “Jelly Belly?”

You pat Shouta’s belly in response, eliciting a groaned protest from said sleep-deprived dilf. “This bad boy can fit so many jelly pouches!”

Mic shrugs; it's good enough for him.

“It can fit so many [name’s].”

Le gasp! You stare at Shouta in mock horror, drawing back.

“You can't eat me, you fiend!”

Shouta, the aforementioned fiend, merely huffed.

He might be hairy, but he's no wolf, and you don't own a house made of straw.

Shinsou takes this most innoptune moment to walk into the living room and promptly spins on his heels.

Parents being weirdos? Yeah, hard pass.

“Um, songbird? I'm sure he already has...”

“I mean... technically.” Mic supplied.

“Shouta, you indecent kitty.” You narrow your eyes--judgemental.

And here you thought he was a sweet angel. He's more like a sin-ammon roll.

“Shouta, there are children around.” Zashi, admonished.

“He’s hardly a child,” The hero scoffs. “And I didn't mean it that way.”

“Sure you didn't.”

Aizawa cut his field of vision to match his husband's narrowed gaze.

“Pervy!zawa.”

Shouta inhales. “Hizashi, I am this close.”

“Ew! TMI, babe. Think of songbird.”

...

Shouta lunges.

A whole fiasco ensues where you had to pull the heroes away from each other, putting an end to their playful wrestling. The kissing marathon resumed somewhere in that mess of testosterone and sweaty bodies.

It turns out his swatting was half-hearted. Shouta commands you both to keep going after you stop. “No...keep going.”

Anyhow, back to the glasses™️.

You reacted like any other rational adult the first time you saw them in glasses. Meaning, you only turned into a complete sap and waxed poetic about how angelic they were for a minimum of thirty minutes. Anything more would have been excessive.

Both pros are (endlessly) entertained by how quickly you simp over them. Hizashi, that clever cockatoo, discovered it's a sure-fire method to bag himself a couple of kisses.

[Enter a cranky Aizawa walking in on his three idiots rubbing balloons on the carpet to give themselves static cling for whatever godforsaken reason. Grouchy from insomnia, he would’ve pulled a ‘Shinsou’ and turned right around if you three hadn't stopped him.]

“Let me get this straight.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging the thin layer of skin to soothe an oncoming migraine.

Since being unceremoniously shoved into a chair, he’d learned that you three goblins were trying to imitate a side-effect of Erasure. More specifically, the apparent scientific marvel of his anti-gravity hair.

“You want me to activate Erasure, knowing it'll exacerbate my dry eye for a science experiment?”

You three share a look and answer in unison. “Yes.”

He sighs. “Fine. Let's get this over with.”

Shinsou and Zashi share a fist bump, and the three of you partake in a round of high fives.

“But,” Aizawa stresses, cutting your celebration short. “You only have fifteen minutes to figure out whatever it is you're looking for. And for the record,” There’s a slight pause as he drags one of the dinette chairs from the kitchen and subsequently plops into it. “I highly doubt this will yield any meaningful results.”

“Babe, you let us worry about that.” Zashi kisses his forehead, squatting further down to connect their lips, when Shouta lifts his head, searching for them.

“Yeah! You're just worried you won't be the only one with magical floaty hair.” You back-up your DJ, lifting a handful of Shinsou’s ube-colored hair and raising it by the ends to imitate the levitation effect of Erasure.

“Whatever.” Aizawa makes himself comfortable since he’ll be sitting for the next ten minutes and counting.

You, Zashi, and Shinsou scramble for solutions when his eyes blaze red and do the cool glowy effect; you examine the hero’s hair thoroughly, and a series of trials and errors follow (with Shinsou as the guinea pig). Hizashi is too protective of his hair, and who knows if you, darling reader, even can participate. So! Shinsou is the man of the hour. Shin-son is given a thorough head massage with two balloons, one held by you and the other held by Zashi.

Meanwhile, Shouta slurps on a jelly pouch (peach flavored) to divert his attention away from the itch behind his eyelids.

The static pull was pretty weak when Zashi lifted his balloon, but with your accompaniment, you had a decent replication of Aizawa's Erasure. However, it's clear that if you three want the full effect, you're going to need at least six of them.

And guess which goobers have six hands combined?

“Hold these for us, munchkin!” Shinsou accepts both balloons with nothing more than a hum, ignoring that each is a shade of purple; Hizashi is a menace, but his antics are expected.

“Seven minutes left.” The gruff voice of Aizawa informs.

“Okay, all at once!” Your excitement can't be bottled—anxious for this spontaneous science experiment to come to fruition. But if it could, you'd buy the entire stock to relive this moment all over again. You're on the cusp of greatness—the edge of success. And God, is it going to taste sweet.

“Count’a three?” Shinsou drawled, sounding as lethargic as his father (on his fifth jelly pouch.)

That dry eye must be a pain in the ass.

And oh, did that get Hizashi’s DJ spirit pumping. There's nothing like a good count down to rev up a hype man. “Yo! I'm gettin’ hype! Let's knock this puppy so far outta the park they’ll need Sir Night Eye to see how far into the solar system it's gonna land!!”

“One!” You enthusiastically chirp.

“Two.” Shinsou’s monotone is the spitting image of Aizawa.

“THREE!!” Mic screamed.

Armed with double ammo, the three of you are a blur of color. Shinsou is given the deepest scalp massage of his life, and Aizawa is five moves away from either victory or defeat (he’s immersed in the sugary world of Candy Crush).

“We did it!”

“Pog.”

“That's how you do it, baby! GG, gamers. We got that bread.”

Shouta looks up from his phone, stilling in his seat when he sees a reflection of his younger self.

Shinsou has worn the binding cloth Shouta gifted him every day without fail since he received it. You, Hizashi, and Shouta found it cute, so neither of you commented on it. The metal alloy bound around his neck only made the resemblance more uncanny—more emotionally moving.

Unbeknownst to Shouta, Shinsou is equally floored. He's looking in the mirror, and he sees his hero staring back. All the times he'd dressed up in costume as a child had nothing on this moment. He's given supportive hugs from you and his blonde father when he wipes his eyes. That's all Shouta needed to see. His arms silently envelop his son, and he murmurs how proud he is, not only of how far Hitoshi has come in his hero training but of the young man Shinsou has grown into and the man he's still becoming. Those accolades lose neither sincerity nor vehemence as Hitoshi's shoulders tremble, and they don't stop when he grabs the front of Aizawa's hero outfit for stability. Aizawa hugs him just as fiercely when Shinsou throws his arms around him.

You take three separate photos: the first depicts Hizashi, Shinsou, and yourself. You're holding your balloons over Shinsou’s rather electric hairstyle. The second illustrates you, Shinsou, and Zashi yet again. You each have one balloon held above your respective heads, throwing peace signs toward the camera. And last (a personal fan favorite) is a photo relatively similar to the first one, except Aizawa is activating Erasure to help demonstrate the resemblance.

The last shot finds itself on Mic’s Instagram for all those little listeners out there who haven't decided what they want to be for Halloween yet. Present Mic invites them to try the ‘Eraserhead Challenge.’ It's a fun activity and an excellent way for children to learn about the ins and outs of static electricity!

You and Shinsou stick the balloons to Aizawa’s body. And unfortunately, the many cats and kittens descend upon him like mini lions on a fresh t-bone steak.

Don't worry, he “died” a happy man.

[Enter you, Hizashi, and Shouta mellowing out on the couch, snuggled up like lovebirds]

“Shouta...!” The hero spares you a glance after the dramatic groan but goes right back to his Kindle.

“Yea?”

‘Yeah?’ ‘yeah?!’ How dare he ‘yeah’ you?!

“Prince.”

He sighs. “Yes, kitten?”

You smile, cuddling into his side. “That's better.” You kiss his cheek and fizzle like soda and pop rocks when he leans over to return it.

“Shouta.”

“Mm?”

“Babies are cute.”

...?

Okay, that got his attention.

Shouta eyes you skeptically, unsure where this is going and wary of finding out.

You pull out your phone at the suspicious side-eye he sends your way, showing him the adorable baby videos you'd been watching on Pinterest. “That’s...subjective.” He eventually mutters.

Why are you showing him this?

“And while we’re on that subject...”

Apprehensive, Shouta sought help from his husband. Hizashi is already tuned in to the conversation, gaze shifting between you and Aizawa.

“CanIhaveababy?!”

It took him a minute to unravel the compound sentence you threw at him, but when he eventually untangled it, he merely sighed. “No.” His eyes are still narrowed, uncertain if this is another one of your pranks. “We already have Shinsou.”

“Ugh!” You groaned, flinging yourself against the cushions. “Shin-chin is cute, but he's a teenager. I want a baby.”

“We’ll get you a kitten.”

You flail your limbs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “We already have like three of those, thanks to you!”

“Well then,” Aizawa pockets your phone. “problem solved.” Shouta kept it out of your reach when you groused and fussed at him. He hides his smirk under his turtle neck; even now, you're the most lovable sweetheart. “You don't need to be watching things like that.”

You pout and turn your sights on Zashi. “Hi-Fi? Can I have a baby?”

Oh, Zashi can't stand his baby frowning! If something is wrong with his princess, something is wrong with him. He looks from your pleading expression to the death glare Aizawa spears him with. Those puppy eyes break him in seconds; already, he's scooping you up for cuddles. Mic’s kisses are snow flurries on your grinning face.

“Of course, pumpkin! How many?”

“Zashi!”

“Hizashi, already said yes.”

Shouta looked toward the DJ in disbelief, a comical expression of betrayal on his face. “Zashi?!”

“I asked him earlier.” You preened, hugging Hizashi. “Two against one. You're outnumbered, caffeinated kitty.”

Not caffeinated enough.

Hizashi is looking ANYWHERE but his husband. “In my defense, I thought you'd be down for it.”

“So you decided to make such an important decision without consulting me first?”

“Uh, yes? I'm sorry? ...I love you?”

“Fine... No more than three.”

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You: Can I have a baby?

Hizashi: Yes.

Aizawa: No.

EM: *glances at each other*

Hizashi: No.

Aizawa: Yes.

EM: *looks at you* “Yes.”

[m-jelly]

hiii jelly <3 can i please have a levi letter??

- i don't wanna share my name, so use like terms of endearment (but not cheesy ones like baby or something)

- she/they

- genre: super fluffy with implied sexy time things

- prompt: just a letter to his wife, he's been away because of work for a little bit and he just wants to update her. he's excited to see her again for so many reasons (wink) and he's just so .., UGH yeah please and thank you my beloved jelly <3

Sweet bratty wife,

I do hope you’ve been behaving while I’ve been gone. I hated leaving so early in the morning and barely being able to say goodbye to you, but I just couldn’t bear to fully wake you up. You’re beautiful in the mornings. I had to drag myself from you, because all I wanted to do was climb back into bed with you and hold you until you woke up for the day. You’re too sweet for your own good. I know you didn’t mind that I left early, you told me so in your letter before, but I just can’t help but say sorry. You know how much I love being next to you in bed. Plus, you look so tempting with only my shirt on. I’m glad you had a good day after that though.

I know you miss me, but don’t worry brat I’ll be home soon. I have one more day here, then I’ll be back in your arms. Erwin has one more deal to sign off on. He said we’ll be getting the early flight back. This deal is a little stupid. The people really dragged their heels and are so old fashioned. I know Hange teasingly calls me an old fart, but these shitheads take the fucking cake. I saw one of them type on a keyboard with one finger only. ONE FINGER. I wanted to kick him, but I remembered what you taught me about my social skills, so I offered to type for him and I did. I converted my rage into typing and got it all done in about five minutes.

Are you proud of me? Tell me you’re proud. I just know you are!

If I made you proud, can I get a reward? I’ll keep being a good boy for you. I love it when you call me that, your good boy. Being called yours just does something to me. You make me so weak with your words, touches and looks. When I think about this and write it down, I just can’t help but think about all the things we can do when I return. I’m wearing a tie when I come back, could you use that? Tie my wrists together above my head and against the headboard. Run your hands over my chest as you praise me for being so good. Oh God, when you clench me with those beautiful thighs of yours.

Forget the tie.

I want you to straddle me on our sofa. I want us chest to chest, hands roaming over each other warm bodies as I thrust up into you. I just want to hear you moan. I’m addicted to your moans. Shit brat, I have to stop here or I’ll be racing home and leaving this trip early and Erwin will kill me for that. You drive me so wild. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.

Your loving husband,

Levi x