#Try and find out yayayayay

[clovreat3r]

My lazy sketch of humanoid bill ciphherrre

[xoxochb]

the reqs are open yayayayay

okay okay okay i need percy being stupid good at braiding hair and then pulling on sweet girls braids while there eepy, it can be suggestive (bc half ther hings he does are) but no like smutty stuff plz plz plz

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“‘m fallin’ asleep, perce.”

your face falls deeper into the pillow, rubbing against it to hopefully soothe your overly-tired eyes.

percy ignores your words and keeps his fingers entwined in your hair. he twirls strands around his fingers before twining and tangling them around each other.

“where are those blue ribbons you have?”

“mhmmm…” you try your best to think as your brain is shutting off. “I dunno.”

he tugs your hair lightly. “c’mon, sweet girl, give me something.”

“tired, perce,” you complain. you let your eyes close at last.

you feel his hands part from your hair. you let out an involuntary whine when the soothing sensation is no longer coursing through you.

“I’m comin’ right back, sweet girl.”

you groan into the pillow and let him find your ribbons, far too tired to argue or protest.

he comes back to bed a minute later holding two separate blue ribbons. he splays his palm on your back before entwining his fingers in your hair again.

the feeling of his hands, with such diligence, running through your hair is enough to send an absentminded moan past your lips. you had hoped with the pillow it may have been muffled but by the way you hear percy chuckling you suppose not.

he tugs your hair again, tying the end up with the ribbon. percy begins now with the second portion of your hair, repeating the same actions at the bottom before turning you over by your waist to lay you on your back.

your frown is prominent, your eyes half-lidded looking into his own pair of green ones. he grabs each braid and places them over your shoulders, fingers trailing over your hair.

“damn. I should be a hairdresser, what’d ya think, sweet girl?”

“I think I want to go to sleep.”

percy runs his finger over your pouting lip with a smirk following a quick kiss. “sleep.” he pecks your forehead now, rolling you back on your tummy.

you turn back onto your side though, draping your arms lazily around percy’s shoulders and pulling him to lay against you. you hum in contentment.

“mhmm, my sweet boy. sleep.” you pat his head. in response he nuzzles into your skin.

and soon enough, two pairs of eyes are closed.

[cozage]

Omg I hope it’s not too late! Happy 2K yayayayay it’s been really fun watching you grow 😭. I remember when your blog was pretty new and I asked you for advice on how to make my own and you said try not to make a 2nd blog. I was wondering if I could have option 1 with a S/O who dated the monster trio but they broke up so now they are trying to win their heart back.

A/N: still my greatest regret is making this a secondary blog but it all worked out! Hope you are doing well :) thanks for being along for the ride.  Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Total word count: 1k

Get You Back

Luffy

Luffy tries his best to move on because he thinks that's what you want.  Even though he hates going to bed alone and not sitting next to you at dinner, he tries to get over it. 

At first he acts like nothing happened. He still runs to tell you stuff as soon as he finds out something, and he always wants to take you on adventures. Sure, you broke up, but you’re still nakama, right?

Nami explains to him that you need some time before things will go back to a sense of normal, and Luffy agrees to give you space. But god, he hates it. He’s so lonely.

One night, he can’t take it anymore. He knows it’s your night to keep watch, and he joins you in the crow’s nest. He knows he should let you be, but he has to try one more thing. 

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, looking out over the stars. 

“I’ve already forgiven you, Luffy.” Your voice is sad, and he knows that you’ve been lonely too. 

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and heart beating hard in his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever be together again?”

“I-” you stop, captivated by his wide, hopeful eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. 

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I miss you so much. I hate going to bed and I hate not being around you during the day. I hate when I find a cool bug and I can’t show it to you, or when we visit an island and you don’t join me on an adventure. I just want things to be normal again. I’ll do anything, please.”

“I want to be with you, Luffy,” you said. “I just-”

He lunged for you, his lips attacking you with desperation and eagerness. You can feel his words turning into actions; you can feel how much he has longed to kiss you and touch your skin again. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out this time. 

Zoro

Zoro didn’t think you were serious when you said it was over. So, when he went into his room and couldn’t find any of your things, he was confused. 

He sought you out, curious. “Hey, where’s your stuff?” 

But you just rolled your eyes. “Get it through your brain Zoro. Unlike you, I say what I mean. We’re over.”

Oh. That last fight had been a breakup fight. Now he understood. 

But he saw the pain in your eyes. He knew you didn’t want this outcome. So he’d just have to prove that he was worthy of you 

He doesn’t beg for you back, but he keeps his word with everything he does. 

When you ask him to do something, he does it. Hell, even if the cook asks him to do something, he does it without complaint (especially if you’re in the room). He always keeps his word. Always. 

Part of him acts like nothing happened. He still shares booze with you, naps near you, laughs with you. But he won’t ask for you back. Even if its the only thing he wants.

After about a month, he’s had enough. It’s just the two of you on the ship, watching the Sunny as the others run off to the island. 

“When are we going to go back to normal?” he demands, storming up to you. “Don’t you think we’ve been apart for too long?”

“I told you, Zoro-”

“Don’t say it.” His voice was gruff as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you there with his own body. “Please, don’t say it.”

“We’re bad for each other,” you whispered, trying to ignore the mess of emotions you were feeling at the moment.

“We’re not,” he argued. “I swear we’re not. Let me prove it.” His lips hover over your mouth, waiting for permission. “Please, let me prove it.”

“One more cha-” His lips crash into yours, and you find yourself melting into the touch you had missed so much over the past few weeks. 

Sanji

This man is the best at apologies. He knows no shame and smothers you in love. 

Every morning, you get an immaculate breakfast. Your snacks and desserts are the ones he knows you adore. You are pampered beyond your wildest imagination (which is impressive after dating Sanji for so long. You thought you had seen it all.)

Fresh flowers at your bedside every morning (where is he getting all of these flowers??). Rose petals lead to your bedroom at night. You’d think you were on a honeymoon.

It’s almost annoying. It’s almost too much. But Sanji knows when he’s starting to become annoying, and he’ll let up slightly, just long enough for you to calm down. And then he’ll start back up again. 

The biggest thing for you though, is the next time you go onto an island. 

His eyes stay on you. They hardly even linger as he walks with you, Nami, and Usopp through the shopping district. 

If any pretty ladies walk by, he doesn’t even bother to look. He’s so captivated by you that he doesn’t even notice anyone else. 

While your back is turned or while you’re shopping, he doesn’t even gawk at any islanders (Nami and Usopp watch him for ANY hint of flirtation. There is NONE.)

He only vanishes for a brief moment in a jewelry store, coming back with a little bag of his own. “Cufflinks,” he explains. “My other ones broke.”

When you all get back to the ship, he pulls you aside and gives you a bracelet full of aquamarine stones that reminds you of his eyes. 

“Please, be mine again,” he begs, holding the box out. “It hurt to breathe without you. I need you. Please.”

“Sanji,” you breathe out. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he whispers. “Y/N, I’m so-”

You jump into his arms, pushing your lips against his. You missed that sweet taste of vanilla that was always on his tongue, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t ever have to go without it again.

[mystellenia]

ellie's reaction to small boobs ୨ৎ

summary: ellie can't take her eyes off of your tits. that's it.

content: answer to this req!! (and this one too; there were two reqs for this) established relationship, a little bit of sub!ellie kinda, also once again needy!ellie, thigh riding, nipple sucking, groping, basically it

notes: here's the big boob version!!HUZZAH I’M DONE I’M DONE I’M DONE YAYAYAYAY. I NORMALLY WOULDNT POST THIS LATE BC OF ALGO STUFF BUT I WANT THIS SHIT OUT OF MY DRAFTS YAYAYA

(wc 1.6k)

"do you want some of this?" you ask ellie from where you stood in the kitchen, a bowl of leftovers ready to be heated up in front of you on the counter. 

she shook her head and muttered a quiet "no, thank you" from her position on the couch, but tracked your movements as you turn to open the microwave. she was gnawing on her bottom lip, looking intensely at your exposed shoulders in the tank top you wore. 

ellie sat back and propped her bent leg on her knee, her phone forgotten on the couch cushion next to her and softly replaying the same video over and over as she hones her gaze in on you instead. you slouch into the fridge and wait for your food to finish, examining the skin of your hands.  

she watches as you scratch a spot behind your ear, but once you pull your hand back, her gaze remains on that spot, then moving up to your hair loosely tied in a knot at the base of your neck. she examines the curve of your ass in the pajama pants you had on, the bunched-up fabric of your tank top at your hips, and then your eyes when you turn around to stare at her after feeling the scrutiny of her gaze on your back. 

"ellie, why are you looking at me like i’m a turkey leg?" you poke, your lips curling with your attempt to hide your smile. 

she doesn't respond, just simply smiles, lazy and arrogant as she reaches for her phone and turns it off with the side button, standing up and beginning her path towards you. she saunters into the kitchen, approaching you and dropping her eyes to your torso. 

"hey, where'd you get this tank top?" she asks, thumbing at the hem at your hips with her brows tightly drawn together. 

"oh, i don't remember," you say, frowning as you try to recall where it was from. "maybe the mall? i think it was from the shop between..." 

you trail off as you realize she's not listening to a word you're saying, following where her eyes have settled onto your chest. then you catch on to her posture, her body language: bottle green eyes slightly unfocused in deep thought, the narrow part of her lips that she panted through, the apples of her cheeks slightly flushed. and she finds the strength to shake herself out of that hypnotizing haze to brew up a complete, cohesive thought. 

"take it off," she orders, her voice surprisingly clear when compared to how far away her gaze looked. 

ellie presses her lips to yours in a slow yet intensely passionate kiss, her cold hands winding around and under your tank top and pushing it up to your ribs. it's then that the microwave beeps—a shrill three beeps—a wailed reminder at your initial intent to eat.  

"your tank top," she purrs against your mouth as you grab onto her upper arms to ground yourself. "you should take it off, you know." her voice is hoarse with need, already pulling your top over your head after you wordlessly lifted your arms up. 

and immediately, the swift movement envelops your braless chest in a cold cloud, kissing your already hardened nipples. pushing your chest into ellie's to chase her warmth, you drop the tank top to your feet and wrap your arms around her waist. 

she clamps her hands on either side of your head to bring you back in for another kiss, taking her time with slowly moving her lips on yours. you taste her lip balm—a mild one, smelling of beeswax and honey—and pull back to take a breath. ellie's eyes drop to your tits, your pert nipples standing at attention. 

you'd never truly grasped the meaning behind the phrase 'a pair of eyes darkened a shade or two,' or how 'pupils dilated and took over the color of the iris'—not until now. now you saw it. you saw the way the sage and shamrock shades of ellie's eyes seemingly shrunk and were replaced by oak greens, emerald greens, and even flecks of black that you'd never noticed. and her pupils. you watched as they swelled up like the lens of a camera, finding the focal point of you.

her kisses suddenly grew hungry and hurried, her open-mouthed kisses seeming almost sloppy. she quickly reaches your sternum, sucking on the smooth skin and leaving a trail of saliva behind. 

her mouth finds your nipple, hand moving up to the other as she pulls it into her mouth. her fingers twist and pull at the hardened bud on one side while her tongue flicks over the other. your fingers thread into her hair, willing her to continue her slow but sure destruction of your resolve.  

she signals for you to lay down but seemingly remembers where you both stand in the kitchen. as if she can't not touch you for more than a second, she plants her hands on your waist and starts waddling you backwards towards the hallway with her lips still on yours. you trip and almost fall on a pair of ellie's shoes discarded in the middle of the hallway, and after playfully glaring at her, you lead her to the bedroom by your hand. 

ellie nudges you down to lay on the bed, then folds over you and climbs up to eye level. quickly distracted, her eyes fall to your painfully neglected tits, settling in between your thighs and licking that spot on your neck that makes you go cross-eyed. 

"ellie... please just—" you grab her hand and move it to your core yourself—"touch me already. god." 

not even in the headspace to tease you about your neediness, her mouth opens with her response.

"take off your pajama pants and sit up," she orders, rolling off of you and leaning her head back on the headboard, her sweat-clad legs spread wide. 

you do as she says, pushing the pants over your hips, kicking them to the floor, and then waiting for your next instruction. 

"come sit on my thigh." she pats your butt to get you to move closer to her, swinging your leg over hers with her hand. 

she plants her hands on your hips and pushes them firmly down. you hiss out at the contact of her sweatpants on your clit, swollen and ready for attention.  

"baby..." you trail off, your eyes drifting shut at the touch. 

her hands push on your back and guide you back and forth, and she bites back a smile at how you whine and clasp onto her other thigh for stability. 

she takes one of her hands from your back and moves it to your thigh, pawing and kneading at the skin and slowly moving closer to your cunt. her thumb finds your clit and she abruptly rubs at it to pull a reaction from you, her pussy clenching around nothing when you whimper and jump. 

"please, let me hear you. please," she begs, pulling the lip you had in between your teeth to try to muffle your sounds.

she stares up at you with stars in her eyes, admiring the mess that your hair was from you throwing your head around, the knot in between your eyebrows at the intensity of her movements, your perky tits jumping at the desperate grinding of your hips. 

her mouth nearly waters at that last one, though, so she latches her forearms under your armpits and grips your shoulders, pulling your tits to her mouth. she latches her lips onto one, and your body twitches with a shudder. at this rate, you weren't going to last much longer. ellie noticed, too, the way your legs started spasming, how your noises got louder and more frequent.  

she was addicted to you. and, god, your boobs. how perfectly you reacted when she gave them the smallest bit of attention and how needy it made you. the way your tits fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, every bit of the fat sitting in her hand. the thought made her hungrier. it made her more eager to please you. her lips sucked harder on your nipple, her free hand coming up to pinch and twist at the other. 

your noises alone, the knowledge that it's her making you feel like this, making you lose control, has her soaked in her boxers, the wet patch sticking to her inner thighs.

"fuck, you sound so good," she groans. "am i making you feel good?"  

you scoff at the question—just your moans alone could tell her how close you were, how good it felt. 

"i'm so close, fuck. you wanna make me cum, mama?" you tease, smirking at how her eyes flutter for a moment. 

she wordlessly obeys, now flicking her tongue over your pebbled nipple and roughly dragging you across the fabric on her thigh, humming contently at the way you've soaked the cloth through. 

your climax hits you like a train, your legs twitching and locking around ellie's thigh as you throw your head back with a sob. ellie keeps her tongue working, switching to the other side to not neglect it. once, your heart rate begins to return to normal, her persistent sucking and nipping becomes too much all at once. 

"ah, wait wait wait," you start, trying to push her head off, "please. it's too much." 

once she pulls back, her throat bobs with a thick swallow and she dumbly continues staring at your tits.  

"you're so stupid," you pant out, nudging her with your knee to grab her attention. 

she kisses you on the cheek, then on the nose, mumbling, "it's not my fault you make it so easy to get you fucked out from just your nipples." 

@abbysbug @picklesarenice69 @yourelliewillms @human-cacti @h-sayoko-shifts @boobdrug

YIPPEE I’M DONE. i actually think this took me two weeks which is so insane. i've not been in a smut mood i just wanna write fluff i’m in a fluffy feathery soft cutie pie little mood hhehehehehe so expect some fluff with perhaps maybe possibly a few smut fics dotted in between them

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[dendrofiles]

hi :3 can i req m!whitney fucking m!kylar cuz he's getting annoyed of kylar stalking and trying to steal his PC away (whitney and pc are in a... relationship if you can call it that)🙏🙏🙏🙏 non/dubcon whichever i don't mind

breaking point

YAYAYAYAY I ADORE THIS IDEA!!!! this is the second fic in a row where i’m just… bullying the fuck out of kylar lol. but this one is WORSE!!! i love evil yaoi. hope you enjoy oomf :3 also sorry this took me so long i decided to rewrite the whole thing oops

m!whitney x m!kylar (gn!reader discussed). NONCON!!! anal, hate sex, rough sex, spit (briefly), slapping, belly bulge, dacryphilia. 1741 words.

Whitney’s trainers squeaked against the linoleum floors as he stormed down the hallway. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms so harshly that they drew blood. He gritted his teeth. His vision blurred. The rage inside him was white-hot, simmering just beneath his skin, threatening to boil over. The other students scattered, instinctively moving out of his way as soon as they saw him. Whitney’s wrath was known throughout the school, and nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of his fists.

His head throbbed. He could barely think straight, his thoughts overlapping into an indecipherable, furious cacophony. He was just lucid enough to surge forward, his attention fixed on a short, dark-haired freak standing by his locker. Whitney heard a dark, animalistic sound leave his lips. He saw red. In the blink of an eye, he was standing behind Kylar. Whitney grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the grate of the locker.

Kylar let out a pained yelp. “G-get off me!” he demanded, struggling against Whitney’s grip.

Whitney leaned in over his shoulder, his hot breath dancing over the skin of Kylar’s ear. “Fuckin’ pervert,” he snarled. He flattened his palm against the metal on the other side of Kylar’s head, caging him in.

Kylar grunted, still trying to wriggle free. “W-what do you want?” he muttered.

Whitney slammed Kylar’s face into the locker again, eliciting another cry from the shorter boy. “What do I want, hm?” he mocked. “Here’s an idea. How about you stay the fuck away from my bitch?”

“Your… what?” Kylar managed, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t play dumb,” Whitney snapped. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re stalking my bitch. You stole their underwear and built that freaky little shrine to them.”

Kylar continued to squirm. Whitney shoved his thigh between his legs, pinning him in place.

“And now, they’re telling me that you snuck into their room last night,” Whitney growled. “Fuckin’ disgusting. Makes me sick to think about you putting your hands on them.”

It was true. A little earlier, you had come to Whitney, barely holding back tears. You had told him what had happened to you last night. Whitney felt the fury bubble up inside him. He asked you who had done this to you, already knowing the answer. Whitney left then, set on finding that creep. You were still too in shock to stop him.

Now, the culprit had stopped squirming. Kylar was strangely still for a moment. Then, he spoke.

“They’re not yours.”

Whitney’s grip on Kylar’s hair faltered. His face fell in shock for a moment before his rage returned with double the force.

“The fuck did you say?” Whitney hissed.

“I-I said…” Kylar breathed, his voice quivering. “They’re not yours.”

Whitney’s thigh dug harder into the space between Kylar’s legs. “Of course they��re mine,” he insisted. “They’re my slut.”

“No,” Kyler retorted. “They… they should be mine. It would be better for them. I-I’m the only one who can take care of them. They’ll see.”

The last frayed thread of sanity inside Whitney snapped. His mind went blank. He grabbed Kylar by the collar of his shirt, hearing the smaller boy choke slightly as the fabric pressed into his windpipe. Whitney dragged Kylar through the first door he saw. He flung the door shut, the sound resounding with a loud bang throughout the empty classroom. He threw Kylar down on the teacher’s desk, sending a few leftover papers flying. Kylar whimpered.

Whitney stared down at Kylar, his red-rimmed eyes filled with something terrifying and monstrous. “You…” he began, his voice low and hoarse. “You… fucking…”

Barely a second had passed before Whitney was lunging at Kylar, crawling on top of him on the desk. Whitney pressed his thigh back in its place between Kylar’s. His strong, nimble hand wrapped around Kylar’s wrists, easily pinning his arms above his head.

“You… are disgusting,” Whitney whispered. His voice rumbled against Kylar’s lips. “You… you’ll get what you deserve.”

Whitney pried Kylar’s lips apart. Kylar tried to turn his head away, but Whitney’s fingers dug into his jaw, holding him in place.

“Filth for filth,” Whitney muttered. He spat into Kylar’s mouth, then forced Kylar’s jaw shut. “Swallow.”

Kylar writhed, his legs kicking frantically, futilely. Whitney slapped him across the face. Kylar let out a small gasp, and his body stilled.

“Do what I fucking tell you,” Whitney grunted.

Kylar’s face was red, wrenched to the side from the impact of the slap. He slowly turned his head to face Whitney. A small trail of Whitney’s spit ran from the corner of his mouth. Whitney felt his cock twitch at the sight. It wasn’t that attracted to Kylar or anything. Obviously not. But someone who he despised was writhing beneath him. Someone who had wronged him was completely at his mercy. Who could blame him for getting horny from that?

Kylar peered up at Whitney and swallowed. Whitney’s eyes lingered on the gentle motion of Kylar’s throat bobbing. His free hand wrapped around Kylar’s neck. He didn’t try to choke him. It was the gesture that counted.

Whitney was about to speak when he felt something pressing against his leg. He glanced down and saw a tent in Kylar’s pants—not a huge tent, obviously, but still—poking into the flesh of his thigh.

Kylar let out a noise that sounded like a squeak. “I… I’m not…”

A sharp laugh from Whitney shut him up. “So, this is what gets you off, huh?” he mused. “You’re one of those sick fucks who needs to be abused to get his dick hard.”

“No!” Kylar cried. “I-I don’t like this!”

Whitney ignored him. His hand wandered down and tugged at the hem of Kylar’s trousers until they relented, slipping down his thighs. Whitney noticed immediately that Kylar wasn’t wearing underwear. He snorted.

“I-I forgot,” Kylar managed.

“Of course you did,” Whitney murmured.

He eyed Kylar’s cock. It wasn’t as small as he would have thought, but it wasn’t huge, either. It was perfectly average. In any case, Whitney pitied the poor fuck that would have this inside them one day, because it probably wasn’t all that clean.

He ran his thumb over the tip. Kylar’s whole body shuddered violently in response.

“Never been touched there before, have you?” Whitney tutted. “Damn shame. Well, I’m not going to touch you there either.”

He pushed himself up to kneeling and quickly undid his belt buckle. He pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal his thick, erect cock. He liked it this way—Kylar fully exposed, terrified and quaking, and himself, almost fully clothed, with only his cock on display. Everything about Whitney screamed power. Just the way he liked it.

Whitney released Kylar’s hands. Kylar immediately tried to grab Whitney’s shoulders and push him away, but another slap across the face stopped him.

“You’re not getting out of this,” Whitney muttered. His hands, now free, gripped the undersides of Kylar’s thighs and lifted them up, practically folding the boy in half. He ignored the wail of pain from Kylar at the stretch.

Whitney lined up his cock with Kylar’s hole. It was only then that Kylar seemed to realize what was happening.

“D-don’t!” he shouted. “Stop! I-I’m not-”

Whitney tore at the fabric of Kylar’s shirt, ripping off a scrap just large enough to stuff into Kylar’s mouth. “Shut up and this will be a hell of a lot easier,” he hissed. “Who knows? You might even cum from it.”

Then, without any preparation or prelude, Whitney shoved his cock as far inside Kylar as it would go. Kylar’s screams of pain were muffled by the makeshift gag. Whitney gasped for air, hovering over Kylar as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside him.

“F-fuck,” Whitney whispered, his eyes wide with awe. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is your first time. I would’ve thought that someone would’ve discovered this tight hole sooner.”

With that, Whitney started moving, giving Kylar no chance for reprieve as he thrusted with a breakneck pace. Kylar’s screams were quickly reduced to pained whimpers. Tears spilled over the edges of his eyes, which only spurred Whitney on.

“Fuck, keep crying, that’s so good,” Whitney panted, his hips moving with an almost inhuman intensity. “You deserve this. You deserve every bit of this.”

Kylar’s cock leaked pitifully, red and untouched. A bulge formed on his stomach, his flesh protruding outwards from the sheer girth of Whitney’s cock thrusting into him. His torn shirt was the only thing left defending his dignity. His arms were technically free, but they weren’t of much use to him, pinned under his own thighs and the crushing force of Whitney’s strength.

Whitney laid a hand on Kylar’s stomach. “Look at that,” he said, his voice filled with awe. He fished around in his back pocket until he found his phone, then quickly snapped a photo of Kylar. When Kylar glared at him, Whitney laughed. “You think I’m sharing that photo? Fuck no. That’s all for me.”

All it took was a few more pointed thrusts into Kylar’s prostate before he was cumming hard, his back arching off the desk even as he fought against it. A series of strangled moans filtered through the fabric of the gag.

“See, you do like this,” Whitney breathed. “Told you so. Nasty little fucker.”

His movements grew more erratic as he neared his climax. “Gonna cum inside you,” he huffed. “I bet it’ll stay in you for weeks, since you never shower.”

Tears streamed down Kylar’s face, his body having long since gone limp. Whitney fucked him like a ragdoll, like a fleshlight, like he wasn’t human at all. A loud groan left Whitney’s lips as he came, his hot seed filling Kylar’s ass. He withdrew his cock, but the bulge in Kylar’s abdomen stayed. There was no sound in the room besides two sets of breaths—one blissful and satisfied, the other hoarse and labored.

Whitney stood up. He tucked his cock back into his boxers and re-buckled his belt. He snapped another photo of Kylar, wanting to preserve the image of his cum leaking out of the smaller boy’s ass, then slapped him one more time for good measure.

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you,” Whitney threatened. He strode towards the door, slamming it shut as he shouted one last command over his shoulder:

“And stay away from my slut!”

[ukranianacearo]

You asked for Kid requests? Oh hoh hoh, well I've /got/ Kid requests.

Okay, so an idea I have is Kid being with a girl who's kinda like the tichular character from Komi Can't Communicate. They come off as cool and collected, mysterious even. But they're actually just a socially anxious weeb/nerd who doesn't know how to people. She's always the kid in the back of class everyone is too afraid to talk to because she's either thought of as scary or too cool to talk to. And of course, since no one is too cool for Kid, he'd talk to her, finds out she's a loveable dorkfish like him, and the rest is history.

Any pronouns are okay but she/her or they/them is preferred!

-𓆣

The two of us could reach the stars

Komi-san!Fem!Reader

Tw: social anxiety maybe?

Pairing: Death, the kid x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Since Kid's first day at the Academy, he heard a lot of whispers and rumors about a certain classmate that always sits at the back of the class.

Genre: I guess fluff or something like that

Author's note: YAYAYAYAY anon𓆣 I love you sm, you're my savior. Also, I never watched Komi-sama can't communicate so the fact that you explained her character more in depth helps me a lot😭 Thank you sm for the request, I hope you like this and there may be mistakes, bc English isn't my first language and I didn't proofread this

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- "That girl is so weird, she never talks and always avoids people. What is it with her?" - BlackStar complained loudly as he and the group were going to the class.

- "You shouldn't talk like that about her, BlackStar..." - Tsubaki tried to calm down the blue haired boy. She was obviously curious about the girl too, but the girl herself didn't seem very interested in them.

- "Who are you talking about anyway?" - Kid, who was still on his first week at the Academy, asked.

- "Oh, that's right, you probably don't know, Kid, since you're still new. There's a girl in our class that's always in the back and she almost never talks. She's very smart tho, always making it to the top 3." - Explained patiently Maka.

- "She remind me of a ghost. Kinda mysterious, but also almost non existent at some point." - Added in a murmur Soul.

- "Hah, she must have that from me. My shining greatness is so illuminating that she decided to try and be like me. Not like she will ever reach my greatness." - Commented BlackStar again. Kid didn't take that seriously, for BlackStar is just bubbling non sense. They finally arrived to the classroom everyone was going to their seats.

- "Look, Kid, she's that girl sitting at the back." - Maka said as she looked at the mysterious girl. Kid followed her gaze and saw a girl their age. He must admit, she did have a mystical vibe around her. Maybe he should talk to her, but how?

...

- "Liz, Patty, go without me, I have something else I have to do." - Said Kid as he left the classroom.

- "Oh? Alright, take care." - Liz answered. As Kid walked out of the classroom, he could see the one who he wanted to talk to. He picked up the pace, since he could see that the person was getting further away. The crowd of individuals that has formed in the halls didn't help.

As he got to an empty hall, he finally could see the enigmatic girl. He hurried his footing and soon enough, he caught up to her.

- "Hey." - He called out to her and as if pulled out of a trance, the girl slowly turned around to see Kid behind her. Her upper body was slightly leaned away from Kid. She didn't answer Kid, even if she wanted, he soon started talking again. - "You're that girl who got everyone and their grandmas intrigued, right? I'm Death, the Kid, son of Lord Death. You actually are quite interesting and symmetrical, so what do you say to talking sometimes?" - The girl expression didn't change much, at least to Kid's impression. She shook her head slightly in affirmation, her school bag still in her hands by the handles. - "Alright, then it's settled. Now, I have matters to attend so farewell for the time being. I'll see you around." - with that, Kid went back the same way he came as the girl just stood there looking at him as he was leaving.

...

- "Today she will finally hear it from THE BlackStar!" - as usual, BlackStar was causing quite the scene when Kid saw him and Tsubaki pass by in the hallway. There weren't that many people around, so the sound of BlackStar's voice was echoing throughout the tall walls of the halls. Suddenly, Kid saw the girl who BlackStar was complaining about coming right at BlackStar and Tsubaki from the other hall. The girl clearly heard BlackStar's shouting, it would be surprising if she didn't thought Kid, so to apparently avoid the blue-haired boy, she quickly skipped to the next hall while BlackStar turned away and started walking back first, for some reason. This scene of the girl caused the wheels in Kid's mind to turn. Was she avoiding the loud boy because she knew it was about her or just because he was loud? He had to think it over.

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This short af and I'm sorry it's not as good as it could have been😔 I didn't know what I should do later on, but I hope you all like it (Black Star being the best wingman ever❓❗) If someone asks for part 2 I might do it and incline more in the romantic theme, I guess, I really don't know sorry

anyway, bye bye xoxo

[pierslover061]

sorry not a request but i will get onto those when i can >_<

KLANCE THOUGH YAYAYAYAY

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Lance was sitting in the kitchen, chatting to Hunk and Pidge, those three could yap as a sport if they tried.

Keith makes his way into the doorway of the kitchen, he leans against the wall and just watches Lance from the distance. He smiles to himself as he gets lost in the sound of Lance's voice.

Before Lance knew it, Pidge and Hunk started whispering between one another, not including Lance in this conversation..

''HEY? What are you two hiding from me?!'' Lance shouts, raising an eyebrow.

''Nothing man!'' Hunk persists.

Pidge laughs to themselves before nudging Hunk.

''Do we tell him?'' Pidge asks Hunk.

''No.. no.. Let's not burst Keith's bubble.'' Hunk giggles, still not turning to face Lance.

''Huh??'' Lance is puzzled by this whispering, and did he hear Keith's name?

Lance turns his body to the doorway and sees Keith stood there staring.

Keith suddenly snaps back to reality and his eyes widen, his arms drop to his sides and he grows tense, running away, anywhere he could.

''HEY WAIT KEITH-'' Lance shouts as he joins Keith in running, where? he has no idea.

Lance runs right on Keith's tail until Keith realises he has nowhere else to run, but he finds a small closet he can hide in so he just runs in.

Keith sighs of relief, believing he lost Lance.

Lance trailing not far behind opens the door and barges in.

''KEITH! Why did you run??'' Lance pressured Keith.

''I- umm'' Keith didn't really know why he ran, maybe he was slightly embarrassed, thought Lance would start arguing with him for staring.

Little did these two know, following them was Pidge and Hunk.

''Should we..'' Pidge looks at Hunk with a menacing grin across their face.

''No no! That's too mean.. they'd kill us.'' Hunk pleads.

''That's if this doesn't work out in their favour!'' Pidge insisted.

Pidge then with not another word, drops a broom across the door handle.

''Whoops!'' Pidge said, giggling as they waited to hear a reaction from inside.

Lance turns around, reaching for the handle.

''We should go back to the kitchen and talk this o-'' Lance's face turns wide eyed.

''What?'' Keith asks, puzzled.

''We- We're locked in.'' Lance says, turning back to face Keith.

''WE'RE WHAT?'' Keith shouts, met with loud laughter from Pidge on the other side of the door.

''PIDGE I SWEAR OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!'' Lance pleads, but the laughter had stopped, in fact, Lance thinks he can hear small footsteps running away.

Lance sighs to himself and turns back to face Keith, leaning against the door. ''Well, I guess you should start talking since we're stuck here.''

''Talk about what?'' Keith questions.

''Don't gaslight me Keith?! You know what I'm asking you.'' Lance pushes further.

''Nope. Don't remember! Didn't happen.'' Keith mocks, referencing a certain something in the process.

''Oh come ON Keith are we still pissed about that?'' Lance rolls his eyes.

''Seriously, Lance. There is nothing to talk about.'' Keith assures Lance.

''If you're so sure, then why were you staring?'' Lance questions.

Keith's face turns bright red, nearly perfectly matching the colour of his jacket.

''Well? Spit it out, it's not like we're getting out of here anytime soon.'' Lance says, growing slightly impatient.

Keith puts his hand to his forehead, scrunching his face up before uttering,

''I like you, Lance.''

''Haha very funny Keith.'' Lance mocks.

Keith just stares at Lance, fidgeting with his lip piercings by his teeth.

''Oh... Oh you're serious.'' Lance uttered, shocked.

Keith pushes Lance out of the way and starts frantically trying to open the door, also banging on the door, screaming,

''SHIRO?? SHIRO ARE YOU OUT THERE?? LET ME OUT!!''

''Keith.''

''PLEASE ANYONE CORAN? ALLURA?? PLEASE.''

''KEITH.''

Keith turns to face Lance, tears welling up in his eyes, he felt nothing but pure embarrassment.

''I like you too.'' Lance says with a nervous look plastered across his face, like he'd longed for those words.

Keith stood there, shocked. It felt like his heart had stopped beating for a moment while he was here, in this small room with Lance, nobody near to interrupt.

Keith, without thinking, grabs Lance by his face and pushes his lips onto his own.

Lance for a moment was wide-eyed, but quickly leans into Keith's kiss. He never knew how desperate he was to do this but this moment, this moment confirmed everything.

The two kiss messily, making a mess of the closet they were in until they were on the floor, taking each others presence in in a way they never had or could before.

They became one. -------------------- hey thanks for reading! i was thinking of going further with this on wattpad and ao3 but probably only if one person says they want more of this specific timeline.. LMAO so erm idk the fate of this is up to anyone who enjoyed thus far!

[gurokichi]

I’m almost pissed. You went from at least one post a day to nothing all day yesterday. Trust me. I checked. Unfortunately, I don’t feel like waisting energy being angry on you, so I’ll put it to something much better.

Torturing you.

What if I chained you to the ceiling again and started fucking swinging with a baseball bat like you were a piñata? Just swinging over and over with no care if I break any of your bones. I bet they’re fucking brittle considering you don’t move, right? Maybe I’ll use your little body like a dart board. Sharpened needles sinking into your skin with no care where they land. I bet your screams will be delicious.

But even then - I can’t forget the last thing you said for me.

“Hey… hey sadistic anon… if I’m good, would you let me out of my cage for longer? I wouldn’t bother you, I promise!!! I would just sit by your side on the floor while you do stuff. And you can pet me if you want. :3”

Adorably pathetic. Just how I like you mutt.

Maybe if I wasn’t so unreasonably enraged I’d say yes.

I can see it, letting you out of my dingy basement and into the living room. Maybe give you a proper little doggy bed, maybe even give you real food for once.

But right now I’m just a little annoyed. Annoyed enough to drug you up and leave you to take the high by yourself. All alone. I’d be fun to prop your sluggish body against a heater and watch your flesh singe and smell its scent in the air. Maybe flip you like a fish on a grill. I did say you’d look pretty with burns, didn’t I?

Fucking hell… it’s hard to stay mad at you. I just bit my arm and imagined it was your skin. Maybe I’d let a dog bite you. Maybe you should be caged with an actual dog so you understand that you’re nothing but a stupid fucking little mutt.

… heh. I’m actually not mad anymore. What I shock. I can’t have your attention all the time and I know that. I don’t know what came over me. Heh. Heh heh. Ugh. I’m going to smother you under a pillow and consume you. Teeth, eyes, nails, hair and all.

I don’t really care if you answer this one directly. Let them see what sort of freak shit you want sent to you. You’ll be my mutt anyhow.

I wonder… eh. I’ll come up with more stuff for you. See ya mutt. I’ll try not to be so possessive heh.

Sadistic anon

CHECK YOUR TAG!!! I posted proof that I made a post, but it was in my drafts… erm. Oopsie.

Anyway, YAY torture!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Sorry. I mean Oh noooo, how awful. Not tortureee. I definitely wouldn’t want thatttttt

WOAH? Bon piñata (˶°ㅁ°) !! Very creative, I will give you that. And I actually have no idea whether my bones are brittle or not… probably? I don’t do much, and I am very weak (╥﹏╥) We should find out! Let’s test if you’re right, ehehe. Needles don’t seem too bad, but I guess the pain would add up if you did it long enough…

NOOOO, I’M SORRY FOR ANNOYING YOU. I really did mean to make more posts! I slept all day and then didn’t send the one I made in drafts, wahhhh </3 I’d love to be let out of the basement!!! I may like being treated horribly, but I’d also like to have some affection at times too… I’d be such a good dog for you, I promise! I’d follow your orders and make sure not to be an annoyance to you (>︿<｡)

GUH… I loveee the idea of someone drugging me. I think someone should drug me. And adjsjfjshfjshfghfjgsdfgh, OUCH. I don’t actually like the feel of burns too much, but if that’s what you want! You doing that anyways despite knowing that would make it even better, actually. You know what kind of burn scar I think I’d look prettiest with? A brand :3c

Ehehehe, it should be! I’m cute. You can’t stay mad at cute things foreverrr. I think you should bite me for realsies! Also. I think I would Die. Dogs kinda scare me… HELP. Being caged with one that bites would be terrifying

YAYAYAYAY!!! Mmm, you could always try and get my attention more often, though ∩^ω^∩ And good luck with that last bit… I have really long hair. I think that would be a very unpleasant experience. AND THE EYES TOO, ACTUALLY. I remember one of my previous anons telling me that eating eyes will make you throw up, but I never fact-checked that, so don’t take my word on it. I may be wrong. But that’d only be because they were wrong!!!

Since you said to let everyone see, here I am answering it directly! I don’t think anyone would be too surprised. I am openly Weird on my blog. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Also, just letting you knowww, I like possessive! I will be eagerly awaiting your next ask as always ^o^

[dicenote]

1, 3, 7, 11 for Aizamatsu (ship ask game)

yayayayay aizamatsu :D I love this ship but never talk about it so thanks for the ask!!

1. Which one is the better cook

I think Aizawa's the better cook in the sense that he knows more standard recipes and such and won't burn the house down because he fell asleep with the oven on. Matsuda, however, is a good improviser and has a pretty good knack for being able to make something no matter how little stuff is in the fridge.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

Assuming he doesn't die doing something stupidly reckless, Matsuda more than likely outlives Aizawa just because of their ages. He spends a long time grieving alone in what used to be their shared home, completely shutting out the world. He doesn't answer honestly when people ask how he's doing at first. Eventually, he learns to cope by opening himself up and talking to people.

7. Which one is the worse driver

Matsuda by a long shot. He's trying his best, but he gets distracted by just about everything. Aizawa claims that Matsuda's driving has given him grey hairs. Aizawa's a pretty average driver, but he does road-rage some. Usually Aizawa drives them both to work, but sometimes he's still exhausted in the morning because he worked late, so Matsuda offers to drive. His driving is enough to wake up Aizawa.

11. What their first impression was of each other

They most likely ran into each other at some point before the Kira investigation. Matsuda immediately figured out (either from talking to other people or just from like. the general vibe) that Aizawa was not someone to piss off. Unfortunately, Matsuda managed to do just that anyway. He thinks that Aizawa is kind of intimidating, but not in a scary way, more of an "I'm-not-mad-I'm-disappointed" way. Matsuda's determined to not fuck up too badly in front of his superiors and older colleagues, Aizawa included.

Aizawa, meanwhile, just kinda acknowledges Matsuda as "one of the new guys who won't last long". So, he mostly dismisses him and finds him annoying. He probably doesn't really see him until the Kira investigation. Aizawa wonders what the hell inspired Matsuda of all people to stay in the Task Force when so many cleared out. He realizes then that there's more to Matsuda than he originally thought.

[idontevenknow7878]

~Adriana “Adri” Daysworn~

(ref sheet & format inspired by @rozeliyawashereyall )

( @aspenm00n we gotta new ref yayayayay!)

Also quick thing! Adri dies AFTER the events of Gator boys!

Basics:

Full name: Adriana Veronika Daysworn

Age: 23

Birthday: November 8

Species: Human/Spectre

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: Any

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 5’8

Weight: 109lbs

Place of birth: Pentiach

MBTI: ENFP-I

Family:

Adriana grew up surrounded by nobility. Her parents only had one goal: Notoriety. They only saw their children as a pawn in an elaborate game of chess, their only purpose being to be married off into some noble branch.

Her mother, Lucy, grew up in a lavish house in Centara with anything and everything at her fingertips, the downside being that she never understood true struggle, so when she had children, she had a bad habit of tossing their issues aside, unable to grasp what their problems even were. She was 20 when she met Judas. Lucy married him at 22.

Adrianas father, Judas, was the complete opposite of Lucy. If Lucy was ignorant and apathetic on a good day, Judas on a good day would be quiet, which was incredibly unusual. Fights between Lucy and Judas were common. Judas grew up with nothing to his name. He met Lucy when he was 23, it was “love at first sight” if you will.

Micah was Adri’s eldest sibling. Out of all the Daysworn children, he was the most magically gifted. You’d think that his parents would be happy about this, right? No. While Lucy stumbled upon magic few times in her lifetime, she never thought herself to be competent enough to fully grasp it, thus projecting her own issue onto Micah. Judas thought that magic was only for rich snobs (massive hypocrite tbh) Micah was also the primary caretaker of Adri for the first twelve years of her life. When Micah was about 21, he got into a fight with Judas. In a drunken hissy fit of rage, Judas grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and threw it at Micah. Even though he missed, Judas still managed to do a great deal of damage, causing a cut on Micah’s face. Days after Micah ran away, and was later found dead by a traveler.

Ruthie is Adri’s eldest sister. Adri and Ruthie were incredibly close. She was loud and outspoken, she was the first person to try to help Micah after what happened. Her and Adri’s relationship was less of a sisterly bond but, more like close friends. She was the one who encouraged Adri to confess to Frida. She’s completely cut off her family and now lives in Ahkahn with her husband and son. Ruthie doesn’t have a great relationship with her husband, her son being the only thing keeping her going.

Katherine is Adri’s youngest sibling. While her time with Adri was brief, she still managed to make memories with her. When she was 11, she lived alone with her parents, whom at this point, were less like human beings, and more like shells of what once was, Lucy was deep into Alzheimer’s (or the al’terra equivalent) , and Judas was deep into a malasycthe addiction, Katherine decided that she had enough, and ran away. She walked. She didn’t know where she was going, but nevertheless, she continued. Eventually, she collapsed due to exhaustion, however, a Nixinite woman found her unconscious body, and brought it back to the temple, in hopes that she could be saved, lo and behold, she could. Katherine now resides in the temple, with hopes of finding her siblings.

Important events (some of these are kind of nothingburgers but it’s whatever)

At four, Adri was on a swing unsupervised, she fell off and hit her shoulder on a jagged rock, causing a scar. In the future, when someone were to ask how she got it, instead of saying what actually happened, she’d make something up like “I got it in a fight with my mom” etc, to make herself seem more brave and important than she appeared.

At five, Katherine was born, the relationship between Adri and Katherine was surface level, nothing too special.

When Adri was six, she caught Micah using magic in secret, they both agreed not to tell their parents, if Adri could watch him practice.

When Adri was eight, she started journaling, nothing too crazy, just little anecdotes of her life along with some drawings. She also got into embroidery & sewing around this point.

At twelve, the whiskey incident occurred. This made Adrianas life take a sharp turn.

When Adri was 15, she met Frida, little did either of them know, this would lead to Frida’s death

Also around this time, Frida & Adri made & painted an ocarina for Adri’s sixteenth birthday.

Adri and Frida wouldve been dating for around a year now, Adri tried to run away a few days prior, but she was caught be her father who threatened to kill Frida as a consequence, when Adri arrived at their usual meeting spot, she found it empty, so she waited. After thirty minutes of waiting, she decided that she shouldn’t wait any longer, and so she started looking for Frida, calling out her name. When she had enough of looking for her, she decided to return to the bench, while she was walking there, something caught her eye, it was Fridas corpse. Horrified, Adri decided she had enough. She had enough of her family, taking away everything that she loved. So, she packed her things, and ran away.

When Adriana had just turned 17, she arrived at Centara. She played her ocarina there for some cash. This caused her to achieve some levels of recognition, but she knew she couldnt stay there for long.

At eighteen, she arrived at Ahkahn, joining the hunters sometime after.

~Fin~

[muekyn]

okay. im going to talk about the fnaf movie.

SPOILERS UNDER READ MORE!!!

overall, i thought it was very good. somehow making a whole series of a video game condensed into 1.5 hrs is not something easy to do. i think with what they were working with, they executed it pretty well. costume design was superb, and the acting from josh hutcherson was amazing.

that being said, i did find some scenes didn't belong. for example the fort scene, though i'm sure many people have pointed that out already.

i felt like they were trying to tow the line between silly/cute and scary/suspenseful, but in my opinion i don't think they needed to do that? i think if they leaned in fully to the horror aspect it would have still been a very enjoyable experience.

the scenes with vanessa disappointed me, just a bit. it felt like she was only there to progress the story/exposition. and the fucking fort scene with her... in that scene, vanessa is like "oh freddy fazbears' is so fun yayayayay" and then literally in the next scene she's telling mike "if you ever come back here IM GOING TO SHOOT YOU" ???????????? like why? what did mike even do?

the old bf made an observation that william afton was just straight up not fleshed out, at least not as much as either one of us had hoped.

i personally think if they had just included like... a 5 minute scene of william afton on his killing spree (without outright showing william afton), it would have done alot for his character. i felt like he was just kind of thrown in there towards the end, which makes me sad bc william afton is such a unique character with sooo much backstory integral to the lore of fnaf, and it just felt like he was alluded to the whole movie? idk.

there were some questionable moments. it was funny how freddy literally just murders the aunt and no one even questions it? mike would have come home to a literal corpse in his house, how does he explain that to the police?

and it made me sad how little they showed of foxy. :( foxy is my all time favorite (i literally brought a giant stuffed foxy plush with me to the movie) and it felt like he was the most forgotten animatronic. bonnie seemed to be the main center of attention tbh, he was in almost every scene where the animatronics were. but it makes sense since scott cawthon thinks bonnie is the creepiest animatronic lol.

those are my main criticisms.

but i still loved it, very much so!

when the matpat cameo came on screen... it was a shocker. i gasped so loud. the people in the movie theater literally laughed at me lol bc i gasped SO LOUD, I COULDNT HELP IT i was so shocked. AND WHEN HE SAID ITS ONLY A THEORY???? i ate it up. idc if it's cheesy, I ATE IT UP.

also i thought it was cool that the movie is (i think but could be wrong) five nights long! a little easter egg that i thought was neat. the old bf pointed this out to me.

another nice touch is in the beginning of the movie when mike is reading that dream theory book. a good callback to matpat's dream theory on fnaf (you know the one). and it's also a good way to tie in what's currently happening to mike with his dreams in the movie.

i really appreciated the subtle little ways they tied in the movie with the games, like the little "it's me" in the mirror during the scene with mike in the security room. and foxy's humming!!!! i loved it i loved it i loved it! the little noises they used from the game made me so happy!

but yeah. i'll stop ranting bc i can go on forever lol. while it had it's flaws, i don't think they affected the overarching storyline.

this is it my gamers. eight years in the making, and this is the end result.

my score? 4 cupcakes out of 5. :>

[watermelonselfship]

For the ask game, if thats ok!! I see uve been posting abt Saix. So these are for your polyship w him and Axel if you want! Or it can be abt Whoever.

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

YAYAYAYAY Extremely excited to post about the polyship tonight tysmmmmm! (link to the question source!)

As far as initiating the relationship goes, that's a complicated question actually. Dexash and Axel flirted on and off during his brief time in the Organization, but because of a combination of things (mostly the whole Murder thing), it didn't really go anywhere. While Dexash was still trying to recomplete himself, sometime post KH3 Saïx and Axel got together- they both, due to a series of half spoken sentences and misunderstandings, thinks the other asked them out first. There's been fights about it. Then Dexash finally becomes a whole person again, and gets really close with Saïx after a while. Because of the murder thing, Dexash is really hesitant to trust Axel again, but eventually Saïx and Axel at roughly the same time talk about adding Dexash to their relationship if he was okay with it- though while Axel thought about it first, Saïx is the first to bring it up. It takes Dexash a little bit to come around to the idea, because he's still feeling hurt, but doesn't regret it at all once he does.

As for friends and family, I think Demyx wants Dexash to get with Axel specifically, but is absolutely still bewildered that he ended up with a thing for Saïx too. At least post-recompletion. Before that no one was really hoping for anything, and Saïx and Axel were too preoccupied with the divorce to pay any mind LOL. Roxas and Xion have been too involved with Axel and Saïx's everything because of that to care about their romantic lives beyond "whatever makes you happy", but Kairi actively finds it super sweet when Axel starts talking about wanting to pick things back up with Dexash. It was actually her that told him that people can be polyamorous (bc she is too, I will die on this hill), and eventually prompted him to talk about it with Saïx- even if he beat him to it.

[owlmond]

ONWARDS TO GEN FIVE SIX !!

(debuting tag for her #aubrey posting and ill try go back through and find all my aubrey posts and tag em with that)

(also sorry about shit photos many of they were taken at night)

having completed the gen 3 ribbons on Aubrey and sent her to gen 4 ages ago i did all the gen 4 ribbons save for the battle tower's doubles/multi/multi with nnpc/ and online one because bit burnt out on raising mfs so couldnt bother getting a fourth mon yet BUT couple days ago did just that with a suicune and hoo mama

absolutely flew through them first tried the doubles and multi (myself on two systems) died once mid thirties in the npc multi battles >:( but did it second try, world ability ribbon was easy peasy

(shout out sirtoastytoes whos unexpected nl > pokemon ribbon pivot reignited my desire to keep up the shiny hunt originally and ylambda and everyone who does all the poke classic network stuff)

ALSO OMG IT WAS SO COOL SEEING OTHER PEOPLES RIBBON MASTERS OOOAOAHWOWHOAOWHOOWHHWHWH there was well there was toast obviously, there was a Snorunt i forget its name T_T a snorlax i also forget its name T_T there was a flygon called hatsune Riku hold the hatsune but thats the only name i remember because i mnemonic(?)'d it and i remember a shiny suicune but also forget its name T_T uhwhat else thats all i can remember for now but yeah THAT WAS SO COOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO FINALLY she moves onto gen 5 and then pretty much onto gen 6, did some sightseeing in gen 5 because maybe my favourite vibes but like its not like hgss with following mons so :| but went to both unovas saw some sights from both

SHE'LL FINALLY BE ABLE TO MEGA EVOLVE YIPPIE !!! well after i do all the kalos stuff first BUT YIPPIE MORE CONTESTS BUT SHE CAN MEGA EVOLVE THIS TIME !!!! YAYAYAYAY

rest of it is photo spam (ium so proud of her <333 ) (and proud of me too )

nvm hit mobile image limit riup anyways shes safely in kalos now (she has the golden contest memory and battle memory ribbons YAYAYAYAYAYA)

and shes fighting the elite 4 already (waow) (i forgort how easy they were?? only four pokemon lmao)

[not-jiraikasa-kun]

hello, ‘m lord- I’ll be honest, I’m a tad tired today, so my creativity may not be at its best, but I’ll try my hardest to keep up with the titles

I missed you today! I know you may just be waking up by time you see this, but to me the day is almost over, and the sun dips below the horizon. But alas, that means I get to see stars like you!

I mentioned you to a few of my friends- all in positive light, I assure you. It’s not very often when someone captures my mind in under a week! You’re simply so facinating, who couldn’t be enthralled by your divine grace?

I’m very excited to hopefully get to know you more- I do believe we live in opposite time zones, as my past asks have seemingly confirmed, but even time can’t stop me from wanting to befriend such a inspiring presence!

I believe in my last anon I gave you my discord- if that’s easier for you to communicate through, please do reach out! I don’t get notifications there either, but I do belive I’ll be checking much more often if it means I can converse with you, my prince.

Sending much love, and wishes to get to know you <3 (/plat, I do have a partner, and while I may praise you highly, I assure you I mean it all platonically <3)

☀️

Awww… that’s okay sunny!! Don’t force yourself to exert your brainpower. Save up so you have more to use when you’re not tired!!!

Missed me? Waah! I’m flattered deary <33 and well, the stars all begin to glimmer at night don’t they? Once the sun sets, his tiny little fellows begin to shine

Also… REALLY? WHAT DID YOU SAY? /gen jajsjsjs i want to know :33 Though if it’s for my charm, I suppose that is more than understandable~!!

And I tend to befriend the creatures of the night. If you find yourself more alive in the twilight, expect is to get along nicely!

And… I will be adding your discord as soon as I post this ask!! So yes, stay tuned for that sunny ;3

Hugging you too and blessing you with my love!!! Yayayayay

[clemisnotanorange]

I am interested in hearing you talk about feral quintet or Sol

YAYAYAYAY

this turned out longer than i expected so i’m putting it under the read more 👍

okok so starting off with Sol, they were my dnd character for the campaign i was in (but didn’t finish) last year. they’re a changeling bard paladin with a funny little curse (more on that in a second). i didn’t get to play as them for half the time cause they got kidnapped by one of the BBEGs and was forced to fight the rest of their party. now the curse was basically if they touch rain, they kinda get possessed by the gods of water, Forte. it’s basically a whole thing where their mom lost a bet to him and he ended up cursing her but the curse went kinda wrong and backfired on him.

then there’s Michael, who’s the character i’m using for a new campaign in the same universe as Sol. he’s the kinda guy to steal stuff so he could get his family’s attention. he’s a half siren paladin, his father is a sailor and his mom is a siren, but he doesn’t know who is mom is. he also has a twin brother he doesn’t know about, but i cant say much more due to lore reasons but he and Sol are at a tie for my favorite oc right now.

I also cant say much about Clio for lore reasons, but Clio and Michael knew each other at one point and they don’t like each other that much.

both Mari and Emmaline were characters i created while listening to Cannibal by tally hall. Mari is a vampire, and Emmaline is a half-vampire and formerly a human.

the whole half-vampire thing is like she was bitten by a vampire, but she was able to get treatment for it pretty quickly so instead of dying, she kinda gained an immunity to it. she still has some vampiric qualities like sharp teeth and is more nocturnal, but she doesn’t need to drink blood or anything.

anyways, so Emmaline’s family kinda has this curse on them where they are being hunted down and killed by this family of vampires, aka Mari’s family. now neither person knew this at the time so they started dating, but Mari’s parent did eventually find out, and started trying get her to kill Emmaline. so eventually she does cave in and goes to kill Emmaline, biting her and leaving her to bleed out. however she does get treatment for it like i said before and then just continues on with her life. she also kinda dedicates her life to becoming a vampire hunter, and kinda goes on a goth arc.

and finally, Davey, my beloved pyromaniac guitarist. i just created hee so she doesn’t have much of a story, but she’s a law student in a band who killed her ex-partner for cheating on her. then she frames the person who they were cheating on her with, offers to represent the person in court to appear less suspicious, and then proceeds to lose the case causing the person to go to jail for a while. she didn’t even mean to lose the case ironically, but it still happened so womp womp. she and Emmaline end up dating and they’re actually happy together so yippee

[gurokichi]

Dw worry about my phone pay attention to me instead! (It's ok)

I'll play nice but just because you asked

Maybe I am though considering I get jealous when you talk to anyone else?

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I try to write different types but I end up always writing sad stuff. They wouldn't be that fun to read tho.

I want to be surprised. I'd love to know what goes on in your mind. Thanks! I dig deep, though I want to find out info from talking to you too.

Yippie!! I'd love to have scars from you and of course I'll do the same to you back. I know but I'd nurse you back to health tho❤︎

#imsosleepy

#thisissoshort

Of course, of course. I’ll give you as much attention as you want! But you do gotta take care of your phone so that I’m able to pay attention to you, silly

Thank youuu, I appreciate you listening to me very much! I don’t think it’s a bad thing to get jealous, and I’m flattered you feel that way about me, so please don’t be sad!! I’ll happily give you just as much attention as I do anyone else. Pat pats you ( T_T)＼(^-^ )

I’d love to read them anyways, even if you don’t think that they’re fun to read! I enjoy reading sad stuff myself, so I’m sure I’d like it

Feel free to ask me anything about myself, ahah. Although I don’t think there’s much that I haven’t divulged on this account already… whoopsie. Now that we’re speaking of getting to know each other, you should tell me about yourself! It isn’t very fair that you have all this information on me easily accessible, while the only things that I know about you is whatever you tell me on anon (￣^￣) /silly

What are your pronouns? What’s your favorite color? Favorite animal? Favorite song? What other interests and hobbies do you have?

Yayayayay, you’re so sweet ∩^ω^∩