#Weird thoughts that spontanously come out of my brain.

[caotictimmy]

I ATE THE WHOLE DAISUKE DATING HC AND I MUST SAY ALL THE BRAINROT THAT HAS BEEN STEWING IN MY MIND!!!

I think he's such a golden retriever bf 😭 like both ways— sfw and nsfw. HES SO DOWN BAD FOR YOU, he loves you so much and fjdkkd if his partner also has physical contact as a primary love language, he would die for headpats. Like genuinely, give this guy headpats be when you two are cuddling or when you are both in an intimate moment. You could reward him with a little patpat on the head when Swansea is not looking, and he would lean in to your touch a little bit before reminding himself, he needs to learn!! he needs to make you proud

NOW NSFW-WISEE.....

Praise kink goes so hard on him is insane

He could be eating you out with sparkles in his eyes, almost like asking if he's doing a good job, and if you do express it, tell him he's such a good boy, how good you are feeling because of HIM, he's going to go harder on you out of pure happiness—hes doing a good job!! you're like this because of his work and that amazes him

i could write more but my mind is a mess and im so sleepy wnwnkd.

🐁 out!!!

🐁 anon I love your thinking please don’t spontaneously combust. BUT IM SO GLAD THE HIM LIKING HIS HAIR/HEAD TOUCHED IS CATCHING ON OMG….

Sfw headcanons/thoughts

- Now that I’m thinking of it. I should have known he’d like head pats. LIKE I ALREADY GOT THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF VIBE FROM HIM.

- But he definitely loves getting head pats or his hair ruffled! Specifically he really likes it after/is doing something good. Like normal head pats are fine but. Knowing your giving him them because he did something good?!?!

- You guys have definitely gotten called weirdos by Swansea, cause you patted Daisuke’s head. Swansea wont say anything cause this man is emotionally constipated 💔. But he’s glad Daisuke has someone who Daisuke can be his true weird self.

- If your hand is somewhere close to his head, and he wants head pats. Daisuke will head butt his head against your hand to show he wants you to either play with his hair, pat his head, scratch his scalp, etc ect.

- I think like the first time he head butt your hand for attention was when y’all were cuddling. You had your hand by his head. And you weren’t taking hid obvious hints! (Slightly nudging at you). So well he just thunked his head against your hand. Ever since then he keeps doing that when he wants you to play with his hair

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (mostly AFAB some Gn )

- Omg please pull his hair. PLEASE. He loves it so much. Like holy moly. If you pull his hair while he’s deep inside. HES COMING IMMEDIATELY! Like pull just right and omg. It’s like a switch in his brain. And that man is going HARDER AND FASTER. Like I hope to burnt curly Anya can lend you a wheel chair.

- Omg just imagine Daisuke pulling his hair back during sex. OMG MY GYATTTT. Guys I see the light and it’s Daisuke pulling his hair back.

-(AFAB) I just thought of something. GYAHH IMAGINE SEEING DAISUKE TIES HIS HAIR BACK TO EAT YOU OUT(might need to make this into a FIC).I’m Actually foaming at the mouth. Guys wait let me cook.

“wait!”. Daisuke said. Before rolling a hair tie he had on his wrist for working on machines. Biting it as he collects his hair. Tying it up in a ponytail. Before pushing his sleeves up. Daisuke Looks back at You with a smile. “Now I’m ready” he say cheekily.

- Guys someone please draw Daisuke with a sexy man ponytail please I’ll be in debt with you. PLEASE HE’LL LOOK SO HOT JUST TRUST MY VISON!!!!

-(AFAB) Omg and grip his hair while he’s eating you out. Like omg if you’re pulling at his hair moaning. He’s gonna feel so good about himself knowing he’s pleasing you. Also if you ever shoved his face in your cunt while he’s eating you out. You gave yourself a death wish. CAUSE THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TO PULL HIS HEAD AWAY.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like he couldn’t stop. The pleasure was getting to much. You gripped his hair. Feeling him moan in you. You pull his head back, letting out that breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could hear him catching his breath before hearing him let out a sad noise. You looked down seeing Daisuke giving you these sad puppy dog eyes. “Did I do something wrong.” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“No no! Just needed-“. You huffed, “need..need a moment.” You said dazed. He paused for a moment. The glimmer in his eyes back with a vengeance. He starts to grin. “Did I..” He started. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning your slick off around his mouth. “Did I do good?” He asked. Daisuke happily looking up at you waiting for your response. His grin got wider as he felt your hand rub against his head.

Authors note: GYAHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST SMMMM. Like, reblogd, and especially comments are appreciated! This was so fun writing thud.

[mydearesthrry]

baby - h.s.

a/n: self indulgent bc i want to call harry baby so bad. this isnt that great but i wanted to finish it. anyways i hope u enjoy <3

“Hi, handsome,” She grinned as she opened the door, her husband clad in a navy suit, white collar popped over the neckline.

“Mm, hi,” He murmured back, moving into the doorframe and setting down his briefcase almost instantly, hands coming up to rest on her white linen dress covered hips. “Missed you.”

Sweet boy, she thought. “Missed you more, angel.” Placing a kiss on the apple of his cheek, she reached her hands up to loosen his tie, unbuttoning the button that lay concealed under the knot.

“Work’s a fuckin’ drag, woulda been here w’you instead,” He breathed, resting his forehead on hers, one of his hands coming up to rest softly on the side of her neck, scratching gently at the nape as to not ruin her hair. “Pretty baby.”

“Hmmm,” She replied, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

“Wha’?”

“You seem to be laying it on extra thick today, Mr Styles.” She giggled, pressing her front into his, caressing his cheek with her hand, running her thumb along the expanse of his cheekbone.

“Oh hush,” He rolled his eyes, grinning at the giggle from his wife that followed. “Don’t think I am, Mrs. Styles.”

“You want something, don’t you?” His wife observed him. Of course she did. There was something off about him, and she was curious as to what it was.

“Um,” He sighed, removing his hands from her and stepping away to thrash off his jacket. “I- uh,”

“Spit it out, H, I’m not scared of you.” She leaned a hip against the counter, crossing her arms and giving him a look that screamed ‘go ahead’.

“I really want a head scratch and back rub.” He said quickly, following his words with a sheepish smile.

“That- that’s really why you were acting… weird?” She rolled her eyes, heels clicking across the floor as she closed the distance between them. Moving to further unbutton his shirt until she could fully see his chest and tummy, watching as it slowly rising and falling with every breath he took, the butterfly’s wings almost fluttering mesmerizingly. “I’d always do this for you, baby, you know that.”

“And— do you think y’could jus’ call me baby? I… I really like when you call me baby.” He whispered, turning his face away shyly.

“Baby,” she giggled, “You don’t even have to ask.”

And it’s true. He really didn’t. She would much rather call him ‘baby’ more than anything else, but switches up the pet name for the spontaneity and so that he wouldn’t get bored of her.

Christ, she hasn’t even called him Harry more than twice in a day.

In the last 6 years.

“I know, jus’ wanna be babied right now,” He murmured sheepishly, leaning into the hand that was placed on his neck.

“Sweet baby, love you so much. My husband.” She whispered softly, eyes moony in admiration as she traced over every single feature of his face, committing the tiny dips and ridges to a special place in her brain.

“My wife. Only one f’me,” He smiled back, leaning in to rest his forehead onto hers. “I. Love. You.” Punctually, he pecked her lips with every word, sighing when he just rested his lips against hers, both of their lips unpuckered, just merely resting.

“I love you, baby.” And with that, she placed her lips fully against his, embracing the soft plush of his pillowy lips, the faint taste of mint tracing the seams of his lips.

[stylesispunk]

"I couldn't want you anymore"

artist! Joel Miller x florist!f! Reader

series masterlist | prologue | next | materlist

summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: no warnings for now and age gap ( reader is 28 and Joel 36).

a/n: okay!! This chapter is out earlier than it was planned but is not a longe one so.. welcome haha. I hope you enjoy the first stop of this journey 👀 Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. happy reading 💌 also remember, english is not my first language so if sometimes everything sounds stupid, blame my brain and the mix of three languages there

Bee or annoying bee. That’s how Joel had referred to you since the day he laid his eyes on you for the first time when he saw you surrounded by a thousand flowers. 

You arrived here on a Monday morning exactly four years ago. At first, Joel thought you were one of the cutest people he had ever seen in his then 31 years of life. Even when you were the complete opposite of him in every way. Meanwhile, Joel was organized, you were spontaneous and messy and people around town seemed to love you for it. You were nice to everyone, to Sarah, and even to his brother, but to Joel, you were completely closed off. Yes, you smiled at him weakly every once in a while or even asked him about his day, but your smile never reached your eyes, you were simply polite and everything else. So, since that day, Joel decided he didn’t like you.

He didn’t like the flowers you sent to his daughter on special days, neither did he like the flowers you sent to him every time he had a new exhibition in his art gallery, and he didn’t like it when your flower shop also became a little coffee shop for people passing by. He simply didn’t like anything coming from you. 

You made him feel weird in the stomach, and he didn’t like that feeling.

And now, Joel didn’t know why he was in this position. He wanted to slap himself once he told his ex or how he liked to call her, the woman who birthed Sarah, that you were his girlfriend. In his defense, he was desperate at that moment He wasn't thinking straight and you were the first person who came to his sight at that moment. He only knew he didn't want the woman who abandoned him with a tiny baby years ago, back into his life.

So, once you were left speechless at the "This is my girlfriend" statement, he reached for you immediately with the promise he was going to tell you everything, so you left the gallery in peace but not without sending daggers at Joel.

After that, Joel invited Lauren into his gallery, desperately trying to find a way to convince her that he had moved on from them. He wasn't the same naive person he had been back then. But she was determined to rekindle their relationship and see Sarah in order to become the family they were meant to be, and she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Joel, I understand that you've moved on with your life. But Sarah deserves to know her mother, and I want to be there for her."

Joel nodded; his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history. "I want what's best for Sarah too," he said, "but it's not that simple. You broke my heart when you left us alone.” 

Lauren reached out and placed a hand on his arm, a gesture of reconciliation. "Joel, I'm not asking for your forgiveness right now. I just want a chance to be a part of Sarah's life” she said. “And maybe now that we’re both grown adults, we can make it work between us.” 

“I told you I have a girlfriend” he lied again, trying to escape from this particular situation.

“The one who left?” she scoffed “You need a woman, Joel. Not an annoying girl” 

Joel didn’t utter a word, but for the first time since he met you, he felt the need to stand up for you.

A few hours later, after the crazy events from earlier in the morning, Joel found himself standing outside your flower shop, feeling a deep sense of humiliation. He knew he had some explaining to do, and he hoped you would at least hear him out.

As he entered the shop, the familiar sweet scent of flowers enveloped him, you were behind the counter, arranging some bouquets of flowers, pretending you were too focused on your work to even acknowledge his presence. 

"Bee" Joel began cautiously, "we need to talk."

You didn't look up from your flowers as you spoke: "Oh, what do you wanna talk about, my dear boyfriend?” 

Joel winced at the reminder of the lie he had told.

“You’re such a baby” you continued “Pretending I’m your girlfriend in front of... whoever that woman was?"

"Sarah's mother. I know it was a terrible thing to do, and I'm sorry. She showed up out of nowhere, and I didn't know how to handle it. I panicked."

At that piece of information, you finally looked up, locking eyes with Joel's. "So, what? You just decided to drag me into your mess?"

"No, it wasn't about that," Joel replied quickly. "I don't want her back in my life, and I thought if she believed I had moved on, she'd leave. I don’t really know.”

Your anger seemed to soften slightly as you listened to Joel's explanation, but still, you remained guarded. "That doesn't excuse your actions, Joel. We’re not friends” you said. As a matter of fact, “You can’t just use me like that.”

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know we haven't exactly been friendly neighbors here, and I take responsibility for that. But I promise you, this was a desperate move, and I didn't mean to involve you like that."

You continued to arrange the flowers, with delicate movements. "Why didn't you just tell her the truth?"

“What truth?”

“The one that you are so fucking annoying you can’t even keep a woman by your side” 

Joel's response was sharp, filled with resentment. "Like you could keep a man with you," he scoffed.

The words hung heavily in the air, making the tension between you two grow into a battle, a bitter word exchange. 

You clenched your jaw, your eyes narrowing as you met Joel's gaze. "Don't pretend you know anything about my life," you retorted, your voice tinged with anger.

Joel's expression hardened as he shot back, "I know enough to see that you're all smiles and sunshine to everyone else, but you push everyone away, especially me."

The words cut deep into your ego, and you felt the frustration arising. "Maybe I pushed you away because you're so judgmental and closed off," you fired back, not willing to back down. “Now, get out of my shop you will kill my flowers with your stinky mouth” 

“No,” he stated.

“What?” you asked, sending daggers at him.

“I won’t go because I need your help”, his voice almost a plea. 

Your eyes widened in disbelief at Joel's tone. "You've got to be kidding me," you exclaimed once you realized what he meant, the frustration in your tone was evident. "After all this, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

Joel's expression was one of desperation as he replied, "I know it's a lot to ask, and I understand if you don't want to do it. But I promise it's just one more time, and I'll make it up to you somehow."

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the ground "Joel, you've already pulled this stunt once today. Why on earth would I agree to do it again?"

Joel took a step closer, looking earnestly into your eyes. "Because this is important to me. Lauren is not someone I want back in my life, and I need a way to convince her to leave for good. Please, just help me one more time."

“But it is not important to me!” you exclaimed, making Joel stop his rambling “You are not my friend. I don’t own you anything” 

Your words cut through the tension, and for a moment, Joel was reminded of just how much you two didn't get along. He felt a pang of guilt for dragging you into his mess and into his life. 

Once you finished with the flowers, you set them aside. She leaned against the counter, studying Joel carefully. "You know, you’re ridiculous, right?” fakely smiled at him. “You’re a 36-year-old man fake dating a girl” 

Joel winced at your words. He knew he had acted irrationally and put you in an uncomfortable position, but hearing your frustration made it all the more stupid.

"I understand if you're angry," Joel admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I never should have involved you in this mess. It was unfair to you, and I'm truly sorry for that."

You let out a sigh in annoyance at Joel's request "Fine, I'll do it, but with one condition."

Joel's face lit up with hope. "Name it."

“You cannot fall in love with me,” she said, in a completely serious tone. 

Joel scoffed…I mean, there is no way he could possibly love you in that way. 

Joel chuckled, a nervous laugh escaping him. "Bee, trust me, the last thing on my mind right now is falling in love with anyone. Especially you" he placed his hands on the counter, almost touching your fingers “I could say the same about you. Don’t fall in love with me, baby” 

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his response, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Oh, don't worry, Joel. Falling in love with you is impossible," you retorted, matching your tone with his.

Your expression became serious; locking eyes with Joel "I mean it, Joel. No matter what happens during all this, we can't let it go beyond pretending. We both know we can't stand each other, and that's not going to change."

Joel nodded in agreement. "I couldn't agree more, Baby. After this is over, you’re back to only being a pain in my ass and the most insufferable person I know.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again, but you still offered a small smile. "Uh! that isn’t a nice thing to say about your girlfriend”, she pouted. 

Joel chuckled with a playful smirk "Ah, yes, how could I forget? My lovely girlfriend”

With the agreement in place, both of you understood the boundaries you had placed before doing this act. It was a peculiar arrangement, born out of necessity rather than desire. After all, it would last a few days or maybe some weeks. But Joel would do everything for his own and Sarah's sake, and you were willing to play along with it because, after all, you were a people pleaser.

As the tension eased, you continued to arrange more flowers, and Joel looked around your shop. Every single part of it held pieces of you. From the scent to the colors, it suited you. 

"I appreciate your willingness to go along with this, Bee" Joel said sincerely, breaking the silence "It means a lot to me, even if we can't, you know, stand each other."

You gave him a small nod. "I hope that from now on, you stop ruining my flowers.” 

Joel smiled "Promise” 

Joel raised his hands to shake hands with you, in a gesture to seal the agreement. You accepted his hand, and for a brief moment, your skin met his in the handshake. There was electricity sparkling at the touch, one that neither of you had anticipated. Swiftly, both of you let go of each other's hands, leaving an odd feeling lingering in the air.

“See you around,” Joel said, trying to cut the tension left in the air.

“See you” you answered, this time without meeting his eyes as you felt the blood rushing into your cheeks.

Joel turned and headed back to his gallery, with that strange feeling he hated so much settled in his stomach.

a/n: Okay this is the first official chapter of this story, this is more like an introduction of their agreement, but more is coming. I really feel inspired because last week spring began here so..flowers and more flowers. i have so many ideas for this one so i hope you like the story and the following chapters. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, please. Take care and see you soon.

p.s for those who read my other fic. I promise the next chapter will be posted by the end of this week or during the next one

tag 💌: @joeldjarin @borhapparker @fatima-marisa @kirsteng42

[greenplumbboblover]

Bit of a personal update...

Hey everyone!

This is probably not the best way of reaching everyone who has been affected from... well, me being me... but I just wanted it to be out in the open. Because I will be honest, I've been struggling with myself... a lot.

So, in the past, I've made numerous promises. On to do this mod, on replying to you (on Tumblr or discord), on reading awesome stories done by you. But the truth is... I really struggle with keeping up with *everything*.

It's not that I purposely want to ignore anyone. It really isn't that, I just... struggle to get to it. And occasionally when I finally can, I feel exhausted and this husk of a person.

Often how it goes, is that I will think: “Ah, person A (that I really like) replied to my message/reply! I'll type something back in 5 minutes”. And before I know it, I'm in this rabbit hole of getting distracted by YouTube, replying to work messages, this spontaneous weird feeling of wanting to clean my house, do some drawings, reconsider career switch for the 390018849020 time...

Then I lie in bed 2-3 days later to realise that... well, I hadn't done the thing I wanted to do, which was replying to that lovely person.

So, I know this isn't normal. That it's also not normal to have your brain having a song + a foreground thought, plus a background thought, All. The. Flipping. Time. (at least, that's how it feels.).

Just know, I'm trying to be better. I'm also currently trying to get professional help (and a potential ADHD diagnosis) to get a grip, to not feel overwhelmed at the end of the day (and therefore not feeling accomplished at all).

I just felt inclined to say:

I do care. I do care about you and the wonderful things you create and say. I do really love to see what everyone comes up with from that gray ball of mass, to then make something super awesome! Whether it is CC, stories... heck, even pretty pictures! I do care about the conversations I have with you.

For now, I'll take some time off, focusing on bettering myself.

Thank you for reading ♥

[musicalmoritz]

terukane headcanons? (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠;

I’ve been waiting to answer this one all day, I needed to give it all my brain power

• They met when Akane joined the Student Council in his first year of high school, meaning they haven’t known each other too long

• They were aware of each other before that, of course. Teru knows everybody, especially the Seven Mysteries. And it’s impossible NOT to know who Teru Minamoto is

• They actually met in passing before Akane joined the Student Council but Teru was in a rush so he brushed him off, with little concern for his manners since Akane is a Mystery. This gave Akane a pretty sour impression of Teru to begin with

• Their first proper encounter was rather hostile. As soon as Fuji was out of the Student Council room, Teru drew his sword and tied Akane up. He confronted him about his stance as a Clock Keeper and revealed himself as an exorcist. They agreed to work together so long as they kept an eye on each other, and neither of them broke the other’s trust. Another poor impression

• While Akane “hates” Teru, Teru doesn’t hate Akane. He wants to be his friend but he has no concept of social norms so he goes about it all wrong. There’s also the element of him hating supernaturals AND being a sadist so ofc when he has a supernatural on hand it’s easy for him to relieve stress via bullying and torture…somebody save Akane

• But Akane is really good at reading people, so he doesn’t hold it against Teru as much as he claims to. He recognizes that he is the only person Teru gets to be completely himself around, the good and the bad with no facade. So he complains, but he puts up with it

• We’re making this a mutual au because as we all know, one-sided ships are the only thing I’m too emotionally mature for

• Teru has liked Akane ever since he met him, although he repressed it. A cute boy with brown-blue eyes and auburn hair…then he turns out to be someone Teru can be completely comfortable around…an exception to his cruel lifestyle…someone he can trust…someone who puts up with all his worst flaws…it would be weird if he didn’t fall for him, tho Teru’s classic internalized homophobia won’t let him see it that way

• Akane’s moment was chapter 79. He’s pretty smart when it comes to love so he didn’t panic about it, but it did confuse him. He also felt guilty for it, he thought the only person he could fall for was Aoi. Falling for Teru felt like a betrayal to her, so he put those feelings on the back burner. He had to figure out what was going to happen with him and Aoi before he thought about Teru (let’s just say Aoi wasn’t ready for a relationship or smth, I don’t want to completely write her out I’ll put her in therapy instead)

• Before he got resolution with Aoi tho he had to get payback for all the torment Teru put him through. Duh. So he starts flirting with him when Teru least expects it. It’s funny to watch the way his brain short-circuits when he’s flattered by someone he’s actually interested in. He gets a good few laughs out of it but once Teru realizes what’s going on he adapts and starts flirting back. They’re both good at catching each other off-guard tho, making each other flustered is simply another part of their rivalry

• They both knew the other liked them long before they actually got together. They had multiple conversations about it but they both had their own hesitations. Teru was the last one to give in because once Akane realizes he wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it

• Their first kiss was very spontaneous and unconventional, it probably happened in the middle of a supermarket or smth. Fans tend to write it as a quiet, personal moment but nah, I think they both romanticized the hell out of something that was objectively awkward

• When Teru gets comfortable with his sexuality, there is no stopping him from the PDA. He makes a big scene out of greeting Akane every morning at school, and clings to him whenever Student Council meetings get boring. It’s partially to annoy him but he’s also Just That Clingy. Everyone knows they’re dating and while some students have a problem with it, Teru learns not to care

• They go on lots of “childish” dates so Teru can experience all the childhood things he missed out on. Playgrounds, arcades, amusement parks, Build-A-Bear, you name it. Remember when Kou took Mitsuba to a sandbox?? Yeah that’s an ideal date for Terukane. Though Akane doesn’t get as much out of it, he still enjoys himself. As long as he’s with Teru he doesn’t really care what he’s doing

• They plan their future together a lot so Akane can lecture Teru about retiring from exorcism. It’s an ongoing argument between them, but not in like an aggressive way. Teru knows that Akane just wants him to be happy, but he’s unwilling to open himself up to happiness

• Tiara calls them Mama and Papa. Teru is the mama (I am absolutely not trying to call him the girl in their relationship or feminize him, this is just a silly little joke pls don’t cancel me they’re both on the same level of masculinity; Teru just has big Mom Friend vibes to me)

• Most people were surprised when they got together because everyone assumed they hated each other (except Kou, who Teru told before they were official)

• They become a package deal, whenever one of them is alone someone will ask where the other is at

• My brain is too fried to continue but uhhhh yeah, they kiss

Hope you enjoyed these!! Thank you for the ask, I had fun making this <3

[waxingrunes]

do you have any personality traits for Sirius at all?

There is one ask I got a little while ago where I was asked a similar thing about both of them, you can find it here. It lists a bunch of my random thoughts on Sirius’ personality and weird quirks I see him having.

I’m not a writer, so I’m not equipped with the poetic arsenal or mind to explain at length how I see Sirius Black just off the bat like that. But using one of those words I have just mustered— bat —I do believe he owns one and wields it (clue to an upcoming piece I’m working on) and enjoys the weight of it in his hand, the way it feels when it collides with something. Even if that something is a someone. But only if it’s done as an act of vengeance.

I’ve a link on my pinned where I’ve tried to collect a quick catalogue of all posts/asks where I’ve mentioned him specifically, or expanded on some part of my thoughts on him. I’m flattered that some people like to occasionally pick my brain so always try to answer where I can, the best I can.

But as you asked, a few more quick things that come to mind when I think of him:

• Sharp; witted, facial features, eyes

• The ability to play big time dumb but see all

• Gets jealous easily and can turn petulant at times because of it

• Hates chess, loves cards, likes the sound the cards make when they’re being shuffled and served

• Doesn’t scare easily but is physically reactive and will act on impulse (and if he ever is scared spontaneously, his only tell is his cheeks flushing and pupils dilating from the adrenaline)

• Has three colognes; one for every day, one for night/special things, and Moony’s (the one Remus loves)

• Loves children, protects those younger than him, looks out for the black sheep, lover of strays, the runts of the litter, etc.

• Neither optimistic or pessimistic, weighs on each situation (but always suspicious)

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Pssst heyyy can we get some more of the uhhh advisor shadow milk and royalty reader it slaps and I want to know what's next

sure, i've been waiting to write the sequel to req 6 for a while now.

Requested prompts #30 - 💓

You stood at the edge of your fallen kingdom, why had you even decided to return? You should have known that there'd be nothing left for you here... And yet. " You'll just have to wait for my last performance, the one in three days time." Maybe you wanted to know what Blueberry Milkshake had meant by that. Because his performances were never scheduled, just spontaneously asked for by the king... The man who called himself your father even though you considered him anything but. You watched on, watching the revolution against your family play out. Was this what Blueberry Milkshake Cookie had meant? And yet, you couldn't see him anywhere in the crowd. So then where was he? Was he laying claim to the crown? Yet, you had a feeling that that wasn't the case. You yelped as you felt something large wrap around your body, a hand? A giant hand? You heard a familiar laugh echo from behind you as you were brought face to face with one of the five beasts. " Shadow Milk Cookie..." You whispered under your breath, you weren't scared per-say... but you weren't put at ease either when you were literally in the hands of one of the most dangerous cookies on Earthbread. " The one and only! Tell me, how are you liking the show so far?" The jester chirped, a wide grin plastered upon his face as if he actually wanted to hear your opinion. His heterochromatic gaze locked onto you, analyzing each and every reaction you had. " It-" You begin, but you pause. Sure it's rather... well, awful to see the place you grew up practically in flames because... Well, the revolution wasn't exactly kind to the kingdom. And yet, this was what you wanted, right? You wanted your kingdom to be destroyed after all, that's what you had told Blueberry Milkshake Cookie. You turn away from the Jester's hard gaze. " I suppose that... it's decent." You answer. You're still not exactly sure how to feel about all this, after all you'd only just run away from everything you knew around two days ago. " Aw, come on!" The jester teased, tilting your head back to look at him. " You wanted this, riiiight? You told me so yourself!" " I never told you anything-" You began defensively, but soon came to a realization. " Wait... How would you...? Unless..." The cogs begin to turn in your brain as your eyes scan Shadow Milk Cookie's face, it's far to eerily similar to Blueberry Milkshake Cookie's as well. So then... " Blueberry Milkshake Cookie...? You were one of the beasts this entire time?" You ask, and the gigantic jester seems to take enjoyment in this. " Yep! That's right, your highness! I played my role rather splendidly, no?" He hummed, standing up to his full height. You noticed that he was holding some kind of... puppet controller thingy within his other hand. You had to assume that he was indeed the one leading the revolution... just with some weird form of mass mind control. " Eheh he he! Just from the look on your face I can tell that I did!" He cackled, meanwhile you just leaned into his grasp with a sigh. " I suppose you want to take me as prisoner, or make me one of your puppets now." You idly mused, resting your head on your hand. " What a great idea! But no, alas, we cannot stay together." He dramatically sulked, getting down on his knees. " I have a reputation to keep after all." He reasoned as he set you down upon the ground, for a minute you thought you could see a hint of genuine sadness in the beast's eyes, but it was quickly hidden again. With that, he stood up again and took a bow. " And now, this show is over. Thank you for watching, Your Highness~" He disappeared into blue smoke afterwards, leaving you with a lot of questions, and yet no answers to any of them.

[sirfrogsworth]

It's so weird for me that I am socially awkward now. Being able to drive and go out into the world has opened my eyes to the depths of my social anxiety. When I was stuck in the house I just didn't see that part of me very much.

In high school, before I got sick, I was the world's most enthusiastic extrovert. People looked to me to be the center of attention. When there was nothing to do in class everybody just expected me to do an improvised comedy performance.

And I ate that shit up. Attention was more powerful and intoxicating than any drug to me.

Some people would get stage fright before a public performance. I used to get whatever the opposite of that is. It energized me.

Stage... delight?

But then I got chronic fatigue and was unable to leave the house for two decades. And I guess social competence is a muscle that can atrophy. When I did public speaking at my dad's service... I was not good. My jokes fell flat. My reading of the speech I had written sounded like a young kid reading aloud for the first time. A good speech shouldn't sound like you are reading anything at all. It should sound as natural as speaking spontaneously. And I used to be so good at just that. But that skill feels lost to me and I'm not even sure practice could return it to me. My brain fog often causes this hesitation in what I say. And my fatigue just kills my confidence. Confidence is an energetic attitude to project.

When I went to the pizza place I walked up to the woman behind the counter and she asked, "Did you call for a pickup?" (~90% of their business is to-go phone orders.)

"Oh no. I don't actually do well on the phone so I thought I'd just come order in person."

She was busy. She did not need to know about my phone anxiety. The answer she was looking for was just, "No."

She asked, "Are you taking this to go?"

"Umm, is it okay if I eat it here?" *pointing at tables*

Why wouldn't it be okay to eat at the restaurant with tables and chairs? She tried to hide her confused looks, and I appreciate that. And you may not think this interaction was very awkward in written text, but it can be hard to describe discomfort and anxiety and words spoken without any confidence.

For years I have struggled with my philosophy of self. Like, am I an introvert now? If someone asks me if I am, what answer do I give them?

Or is that just a symptom of my condition? If I were magically given all of my energy back I'd most likely return to being that enthusiastic extrovert. I can even see that part of me emerge if I am talking to someone I know well and am comfortable with.

What am I?

Am I what my illness has turned me into or am I still what I was—just trapped under layers of fatigue?

[4saken4gotten]

Head Canons For Dante From Devil May Cry

I think about Dante way too much so I thought I would share my thoughts on some head canons of my own. Especially since the fandom for me gets so fucking dryyyyyyy Like please, I need more content or I'm going to spontaneously combust and not even in a hot and sexy way. (Or it still will be I just wont feel like it, but looking like hell on wheels is the goal!) yes that was a Heathers reference don't come at me Am I cringe? Yes. Am I free? Yes. These are my SFW head canons for him! If I get to it I can make my NSFW head canons as well but we'll see about that. Gender Neutral Reader Pairing. For my bitches, bros and fellow nonbinary hoes. (My certification in making head canons is as follows: I have played DMC 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I've read all the novels, and read 3 different fan translations of the novels we don't have official English translations for. I've watched the animated series at least 12 times and I've listened to all of the audio drama CD's. I have canon reasons for all my head canons but some of them are just little silly things because I brain rot. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.) I apologize in advanced for any typos and grammar mistakes and or just not making sense. I am dyslexic and autistic so I have a weird way of explaining things and will misspell basic words sometimes but I promise to do my best.

He's a big dork and his favorite thing to do is make his S/O laugh. Filling their soul with light is his favorite thing to do. teehee So he says the stupidest jokes to make them double over in laughter.

This is a bit of a double edged sword however since he uses humor and sarcasm as a major crutch / coping mechanism. He can be serious when the situation calls for it, but most of the time he doesn't want situations and mishaps to weigh on himself or those around him too heavily.

He's HELLA broke. So he'd take full advantage of free things to do like spending the night under the stars in a park after hours. Something that feels like "We aren't supposed to be out here!" but isn't really harmful / breaking the law.

I think he has some sort of collection of some sort. I think he collects seashells because they remind him of more serene times in his childhood. Probably hand sized conches or perhaps sand dollars (because its the only 'dollars' Lady cant swindle out of him ;u;)

Will die on the hill of pizza being a "balanced meal" insisting that it has all the important food groups therefore pizza is healthier than media wants people to think.

Despite his habits of leaving his pizza boxes about and letting Patty clean up after him- his own personal hygiene is actually really important to him. He always makes sure to take a shower after he gets back from every mission.

He honestly cant stand the scent of demon blood on him, it makes him a little anxious because it takes him back to the night of the fire / attack every time. (babyyyy boyyyyyyyyyyyy)

His love language is physical touch (giving) and acts of service (receiving). When he gets more comfortable with you, he's got some part of him touching you at all times: a thigh pressed against yours, a gentle hand around your shoulders or the small of your back, insistent on you laying on his shoulder or in his lap if you're tired. He'll be super appreciative of you organizing things when his mind gets too jumbled or he's just brooding.

I'm sick of people calling him lazy. I don't think he doesn't clean up because he doesn't want to- I think he's just overwhelmed most of the time / overstimulated to do anything if he's not in battle.

I strongly feel like he has some sort of ADHD, Depression and CPTSD due to his trauma. (Losing / killing his brother several times, his mother being killed, his father up and disappearing one day, losing his found family repeatedly: Grue, Nell, Jessica... etc)

He'd probably be super understanding of a neurodivergent s/o and be more than happy to "parallel play" in the shop. He reads his magazines on the couch with you while you read a book. Or he'll try to get some semblance of work done at his desk on the occasion while you watch your favorite tv show.

[robin374]

Could you do a one shot of how medic would react to y/n playing an instrument?

(Totally not because I'm a violinist)

Thank you!

The Violinist's Dance || Medic x Reader

Warnings: None, just my weird writing

If this gets enough attention there can be part 2.

He never thought he would fall under such a powerful spell as music, ever since that night when he was walking through the village near the base. He happened to pass in front of the only window with a light on in the whole town, inside there was a shadow of a person playing what looked like the violin. They were swaying to the music, waltzing to the sheet music. He was hypnotized by that simple shadow, who would be that person who played as well as the gods? The notes came dancing to his  like little birds singing in his ear, he was paralyzed by such a majestic scene that he forgot the reason why he had gone to town. Suddenly the ugly sound of his walkie-talkie broke all the music sheets flying around him. 

"'Yo, we're waiting for you for dinner. Where are you, man?" He clicked his tongue as Scout's annoying voice replaced the beautiful music he was once enjoying. "Buongiorno? Hello? ..." He asked again, Medic hesitated to answer him or not. "How do you say 'hello' in German?" Scout asked someone was with him on the other line, Engineer's voice came up "I think it's 'Hallo'..." "Thanks, man. Uh... What was it? Hola? Medic why aren't you answering? I'm going to eat all the potatoes." As Scout continued talking, Medic watched as that person stopped playing the violin. He was startled for a moment, had they heard him? He had to hide somewhere fast! He ran to the nearest tree and hid at an angle where the person couldn't see him. 

"What do you want, Scout?" replied the battle medic in a clearly annoyed tone. "We're going to have dinner without you! Heavy says you're going to miss his special Sandwich recipe." "Da. Is good." He rolled his eyes, not wanting to stop admiring that unknown violinist. He needed to know who they were, to talk to them and get to know them. On the other line of the walkie-talkie he heard some distant shouts from Soldier, at that moment Medic knew it was time to turn off the device. He emerged from his hiding place to find the window light off, his breathing cut off the instant he heard the porch door open. The light from inside the house slightly illuminated his frightened face. The eyes of the person who came out of the door were fixed on the floor, in their hand rested a violin that begged to be played. Before the two of them crossed paths, Medic stepped into the darkness of the night and hid in the same tree. That person seemed as solemn as the violin their hands delicately grasped, they walked and walked until they left the village. Once at the exit, they made a sharp turn and walked towards the forest. Curiosity took over his brain and forced his legs to follow that person. A few meters behind her, she watched as she reached a lake of crystal clear water where the stars looked like the fish that lived under the surface. 

The violinist lifted the instrument to their neck tilting their head a little to hold it. Their arm moved the bow caressing the strings that responded happily with a perfect musical note. Their feet moved according to the music, turning every now and then, their closed eyes focused on making the music come out perfect and impressive. The notes varied in speed and tone, volume and rhythm. The steps of the spontaneous dance seemed rehearsed, on the last note they took a final turn that ended up facing Medic, who was too dumbfounded to react. When the violinist opened their eyes, they found a tall man with eyes as blue as the sky gawking at them. They both felt the heat rise to their cheeks as they looked into each other's eyes. 

"Wunderbar..." 

"Who are you?" Said that person, holding their violin close to their chest, as if to protect it. "Oh! Sorry, I'm Josef. Uh... This may sound very direct, but I wish to get to know you."

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I thought way too much about the logistics of if the Trailblazer was to be incredibly small, so you’ll have to suffer through this brain dump if you want anything else out of this, because I’m way too busy right now to write or draw anything actually about it ;-; Of course, I’m going to be making this from how I think my Trailblazer, Nova, would kind of experience

Starting from the beginning (because I found Honkai Star Rail no commentary, and now I can actually review/imprint everything in my stupid little lizard brain), I’m just thinking that maybe the vessel is somehow unstable so that when Silver Wolf manifests them, they’re just a little guy but both Silver Wolf and Kafka (at least Kafka doesn’t seem like she’d be worried about it, Silver Wolf might feel insulted by the Vessel not manifesting properly) aren’t concerned because there was nothing in Elio’s script that suggested the Vessel not being a normal human-size would affect anything significant enough to be warned, so they just move forward with it and the Vessel is stable enough to harbor the Stellaron

Of course, it would be extremely jarring to not only wake up on a random space station with your only memories being your name and vaguely Kafka, but to find yourself TINY in someone’s palm with their mouth almost entirely on top of you, only to be snatched away by another gigantic person who's a lot more energetic and loud

I feel like the first section of the game would have to essentially be without Nova being able to participate in fights, which personally I don’t like because I love the fact that they use a fucking BASEBALL BAT. I’m very torn between waiting for them to meet Herta or somehow manage to find a way to be temporarily human-sized naturally

If I go with the ‘natural’ route, I’m thinking that because the Stellarons seem apparently comparable to galactic nukes and are semi-sentient(?), maybe somehow if they ambiently absorb a large amount of Anti-Matter (Say, for instance, the appearance of a Doomsday Beast), the vessel has enough fuel to be temporarily normal-sized, allowing for Nova to get in on some beat-down action themself while revealing the Stellaron stuff at the end of the Prologue like normal

It would also give Herta something to go off of because I feel like she’d want some way to have a better look of Nova outside of the Simulated Universe. So! I’m thinking that Herta essentially concocts some kind of Antimatter concoction (I imagine it’s deadly to normal people but perfectly safe since Nova has a Stellaron inside of them) similar to the potions that the Mermen in TW have to drink to maintain a human form, that way it allows both smacking people upside the head and also goofy G/t shenanigans (And Nova would want their privacy still with their own room, though it'll eventually have to be fitted with some pathways for their normal size after a couple times of waking up tiny and unable to do much)

So Nova would go about everything mostly normally but when unable to take the Herta concoction, would revert to their more natural shrunken form. Which, I think would be hilarious with Sampo in particular because imagine coming across a weird trio, ‘befriending’ them, and then when you swoop in to help them out from Bronya, one of them just spontaneously shrinks while you’re taking them underground. Easier to carry but HOLY SHIT SOMEONE IS RANDOMLY TINY

Of course, when this kind of stuff happens without being able to get ahold of one of Herta’s concoctions (I imagine people would start carrying around extras after a couple incidents), someone usually has to uptake the ‘burden’ of carrying Nova. In Jarilo-VI, I imagine it’s mostly Dan Heng and sometimes Sampo. I feel like with the Xianzhou Luofu that Welt would be responsible enough to ensure that Nova had a steady supply of Antimatter, though that’s where Dan Heng would explain his draconic instincts. And I’m mostly thinking that they’d be good in Penacony? To meet Aventurine, there needs to be the check-in hold up, but maybe the Antimatter gets confiscated? I’m not sure how much their natural size would factor in considering the whole arc is about being in dreams

Everyone agrees March 7th should not hold Nova, even March 7th after some logic from Dan Heng and Welt, unless in an emergency and there’s no one else more responsible to do so

Obviously, there’s room for shenanigans, but I just wanted to word vomit some general stuff

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Made up fic title:

The mussel and the rhino

Inspired by nothing at all and definitely not Gladiator 2

Thanks for playing, El! (We're all in trouble with Gladiator 2, aren't we?)

I had an immediate reaction to this one, and then I thought about it for a while to see what else cropped up, but I kept coming back to my original idea. So we go with the gut:

(tw: smoking the weeds)

The Mussel & The Rhino - Dieter Bravo x Reader This could be standalone, or I could see it fitting in with the A Bad Idea universe. Either way, it's an established relationship, and it's from Reader's POV.

Being with Dieter Bravo is a lot of things. Difficult, when he's traveling for work or busy with press engagements, or when the old demons threaten to resurface. Exciting, when you get to go with him on location or as a guest to an event or when he shows you how spontaneous he can be. Passionate, when you show each other the depths of your feelings, both with your words and your actions, with and without your clothes.

Also, though? Being with Dieter is fun. You've never been with anyone who you were so comfortable around, who you could be your absolute self with, and you know (because he's told you) that it's the same for him. Yeah. Some nights you're walking the red carpet at a premiere or awards show, and that's fun. Some nights you're tangled up in positions you never even dreamed up (but Dieter is more than happy to show you what he knows about naked human knot making), and fuck, that's fun.

And then there are nights like tonight, when you're both a little stoned and giggly and you're just sprawled out on the couch (big couch. huge. so much sprawl space.) with snacks, of course, and you're taking one of those weird online quizzes about what animal you are. Dieter's result is a rhino, which, of course the horny joke is right there, so he makes it, but he doesn't really see how he got assigned this animal. And this quiz is pretty lame, because it doesn't really give you an explanation for your result. But whatever. He's okay with it because rhino's are pretty impressive. (You have insights into what makes him a rhino, and you share them with him - They're armored, and until he knows and trusts someone, so is Dieter. They can pick up speed very quickly and commit to their charges fully, and so does Dieter. They're also threatened by people who are after them for the wrong reasons, and sometimes, Hollywood being Hollywood, so is Dieter.)

So that makes you the mussel. And at first Dieter is upset on your behalf. Because "You're way more majestic than that! You're a zebra! You're a dolphin! You're not a raw bar offering, for fuck's sake, not a food source!" But you - remember, you're high, so your brain is just poppin' off with ideas and explanations (call 'em high-deas) - you explain to him that being a mussel is an honor, actually, because they keep the water clean and support the ecosystem and you're pretty sure you read somewhere that mussel shells symbolize protection and creativity. And he just kinda takes all that in and nods like "huh. yeah. that's you."

So yeah. A mussel and a rhino seem like an unlikely animal pairing. But you and Dieter prove that it's more likely than you'd think. And that's pretty fun.

[nightcolorz]

114 for the drabbles 👀

Here u go Ray 🥰 Lmfao uh this is my longest Drabble 😁. This ask is following an ask game where u can send me prompts from here: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/735473060637016064/drabble-challenge-1-150?source=share and I’ll write a Drabble!!

Takes place sometime in the devils minion era shortly post chase years when they r beginning to have a relationship. CW for some nsfw (tho no actual sex) and The F Slur 😁

114-No, you’re my bitch 

It was one of those really sweltering hot nights, Florida, when the brief breezes feel more like someone thick and sweating panting on your moistened brow, rather than a cool bit of mercy. The kind of day that drives a man fucking crazy. The sort of weather that has the crime rates spiking high enough to make somebody like me self reflect a little. A heat that could get to a vampire I figure, if you’ve got yourself a vampire bodily and human adjacent enough to notice the heat at all. 

I had myself a vampire with a fetish for all things human and feeling, lucky boy that I was, and on that particular agonizing night I found him unusually. Not looming above my bed like a ginger hawk, nor approaching me with the spontaneity of an apparition, but sitting on the steps of the apartment I was renting. Armand could’ve been sitting there without thinking of me at all, it seemed so non-calculated. Alarming for my vampire boyfriend, who was not the unintentional type. He was sitting there like a kid, sort of pouty, a bit disadvantaged looking. His jeans fit weird on his legs, too long at the ankles but two tight in the thighs. He was wearing some ratty wife beater tank that would look more at home on a harder, bigger guy than on this ethereal monster, this sad boy. His boots were working boots, and definitely too big for him, sort of clownish. Armand was looking down at them, plush bottom lip jutted out, red handed. I mean so literally, red handed, bloodied. 

It was subtle enough that only someone whose world revolved around blood could notice such a thing. There was blood coated under those claw-like nails, a sheen of sweat and sweet boy-like blush pulsing beneath his skin. And the clothes could be nothing else but the garbs of a victim. A victim who must’ve been really something, considering how Armand didn’t even seem to register me standing over him. 

“Hey man.” I said,  rocking on the souls of my feet a bit. At this point it felt so normal, speaking to him, to an extent that was almost funny. My vampire buddy, my immortal lover. My weird boy sidekick, who I wanted very badly to fuck me brainless. Hey man indeed. “Daniel.” He responded, wistfully. He wasn’t all there, which wasn’t unusual in itself. But something was wrong, even by Armand standards, and damn was I bothered. “What’s up?” I asked, after taking a beat to consider how best to go about this. I was concerned, almost like he was real and I might affect him. I really didn’t want him to be hurt. Armand hurt. It made me feel sick, in a way that was so deep it was disorienting. 

Armand didn’t answer. I realized that a question like “what’s up” was perhaps a bit too nonspecific and modern for him to wrap his head around, and I tried to rework a wording in my head before I heard, spoken to me within my soul, directly in my brain as if it was coming from me, and not my parasitic lover inserting himself in what was rightly his. “What does it mean to be someone’s bitch, Daniel?”

“Fuck.” I muttered. “It always fucks me up when you do that, God damn.” He only looked at me, non speaking. I felt sort of stupid and confused, like I was a kid struck with a pop quiz. “Bitch?” I said dumbly. Armand looked down to the shoes. “What do you mean, bitch? What is this about?”

“If a man were to say to you: Don’t get smart with me faggot, know your place. You’re nothing more then my fucking bitch—what would that entail?” I heard spoken amongst my thoughts in that delicate, airy voice. 

The force of my anger could’ve been strong enough to black me out. I knew the vengeful rage was irrational, sort of pathetic and childish, to feel like I could protect this thing before me, this thing capable of killing me with an effortless touch of his hand. Yet it was there, and in the moment I could only submit to it. “What the fuck. Who said that to you?” I asked, trying to keep myself from shouting like a moron. Armand’s eyes returned to meet mine, and some clarity calmed me as I looked into that complete darkness, those glimpses into power and age so immeasurable in comparison to my moral limitations that I could only begin to glimpse it. 

“Someone meaningless and small, whom I took easily.” Responded the voice within my head. I nodded, and with some atypical reverence and gentleness I sat beside Armand on the steps. Two dirty, confused vagabond youths, with blood under their fingernails, trying to understand. 

“Well, in this instance, that’s what he meant when he said that you’re his quote on quote fucking bitch.” I said disdainfully. “Meaningless and small.” I briefly hesitated before I continued. “Could take you easily.” Armand was looking at the shoes.

“Hey?” I prompted “Hey, are you ok?” He didn’t respond. Only continued looking downwards, no hint of understanding or emotion visible in his expression. I felt so sad, David looking up at the gigantic impenetrable Goliath for a moment, wondering how I could reach something so beyond me. It was when I began to consider standing up and stretching my legs that I heard the wind chime voice in my head, this time tinged with a lightness and a sweetness that warmed me from the inside. “How funny.” He said. “That he should think this of me, when really he was my bitch ultimately. If there is an afterlife, whatever that may be, he must exist with the reality that he died my bitch. He will always be my bitch, for as long as his cruel soul continues. A wonderful joy, to have someone be my bitch.”

Predictable pervert that I was, I blushed a little. Not outrageously, but just enough to catch my blood hungry lover’s attention, activate that primitive hunter’s nose with the blood swarming close to the skin. He looked up, into my eyes. I coughed, nearly spluttered, and looked down, averting my gaze from his. He was unflinching, unblinking. “Daniel.” This time he spoke aloud, which was less intimate than speaking within me, but much more exhibitive. “You’re my bitch, aren’t you, Daniel?” 

My breath hitched audibly. I felt exposed and naked, hearing him say that, people walking by. “Armand.” I tried to hiss, though I know it came off as more of a plea. 

“Say it.” He commanded softly, though with little gentleness or remorse. “Tell me what you are Daniel.” I shuddered. Hot flashes spread through my abdomen alongside cold, raw shivers racing down my spine. It was feverish and sickening. I was weak with it, grinning. “I’m nothing more than your bitch.” I confessed painfully, through smiling teeth, submissive like a monkey’s smile. He reduced me to that, an animal, a bitch. I was beginning to get hard in my jeans. 

“Yes..” He whispered, and he ran one of his bloodied hands through my hair, petting me like a dog. “Know your place faggot.” He said, so softly and sincerely. The crassness sounded nearly absurd. The innocence of a parrot repeating something it heard but couldn’t understand. The effect was immediate regardless. 

“Let’s go inside.” I breathed. Armand let his hand travel to my neck, and he held me there, commanding, controlling. “Dogs don’t give orders.” He said, with some humor, and I whined shakily as if to support his statement. “But yes, inside we shall go. And stay we shall still, if you can remember your place.”

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U can find my drabbles posted on a03 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52422124/chapters/132615793

[sky-kiss]

It me, shahs! 3, 22, 25 for Raphael and Joi! 😊

3. Quickies vs Planned sex—thoughts?

Raphael: Planned sex. He’s a creature of order. It’s not to say that he doesn’t appreciate impromptu sexual encounters, but he’s a busy man. His schedule is rigid. And if it’s planned, he can do his scenario crafting nonsense. 

Joi: Quickies. She’s not averse to roleplay, or bondage, or anything that is going to take more prep. But if it’s something where you’re expected to perform, it takes the fun, spontaneity and potential out of the act. Sometimes, you have to get the mischief out. She’d rather show she cares and was genuinely thinking of you/Raphael, by dragging you into an alcove or something.

22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

Raphael: I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH: ROLE-PLAYING. Oh my god. Haarlep and Joi are respectively so over and so amused by how much he gets off on roleplaying. I have to stress: Raphael is only ever roleplaying himself. They have to play other characters submitting to him or his OCS. He likes the power that comes with sex. And I like the headcanon that he appreciates the silence. Like, when he’s just flush with all those pleasant endorphins, his brain is silent for a little while. 

Joi: already answered. With Raphael in particular, though, she welcomes being able to share her body. It’s a weird durgey thing, I dunno. It’s also when he’s most open with her, so it’s a chance to put aside their baggage and communicate.

25. Share a sample line of dirty-talk

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? So, here’s the thing. Both of them kinda get off on the power and intimacy of the scenario rather than. Being flatly lewd. 

SO NO. I’M NOT. I CAN’T. I CAN’T DO ANOTHER. I’M TOO WEAK.

[mikareo]

(DOVE OMG IDK IT SAID I UNFOLLOWED U but i think it was on accident or smth and lwky it was weird bc i didn’t see u on my dash lately :// i’m so sorry for that !!! i feel so bad i’m so sorry ;-; !!)

but i just saw that u were holding matchups, so i was wondering if i could provide a submission ? one for complete matchups, if possible <3

for blue lock, btw !

in a separate ask (thank u sm <3)

male, and around teenage years

sfw pls and thank u :))

i think i’m a v honest person, and i suppose i don’t mind saying what’s on my mind if i’m close to u. but to others, i filter what i say, and i tend to “people please” by saying what might be favourable to them. i’m really introverted and shy lol, it takes me a while to warm up to someone, but when i do, i’m pretty extroverted and loud :,) i think i’m also realistic, and i can sometimes be pessimistic, but i’m trying to be more hopeful about the future lately hehe. i feel like i’m also often trying to take care of my friends, and it’s like i’m the mother of the group ;-; and i would say that i’m quite empathetic, so a lot of the times, my friends do come to me for advice or just to hear some comforting words. i’m an infj :) and i’m a cancer ! i go by she/her !!

i like to write, read, and draw sometimes (not v good at it but it’s a calming activity imo). i also like to watch kdramas and anime <3 they’re probably one of my favourite things in the world !! and i like to cook (baking not so much idk why)—it’s also kinda therapeutic. i also love shopping, but specifically shopping for my things (idk how to feel ab grocery shopping :/)

ideal dates would probably have to be like art galleries, cafe dates, a picnic date w like painting activities hehe, a spontaneous trip out in the city, or a stay-at-home date where we just do wtv and enjoy each other’s company <33

thank u so so much ! hope that i included all necessary info, and pls (maybe) have fun w this !!

(i’m quite excited to do ur submission for my event too hehe <33 and so sorry ab the unfollowing I FEEL SO BAD </3)

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...yoisami!

saki!!!! i honestly didn't even notice u unfollowed me so dw abt it really!! girl u are SO pretty omg!! like the vibes u give off are so fairy princess,, i love that for u <33 also,, before u open this post (if u haven't alr LOL) it's like...really really long bc i have a lot to say abt this particular character ajskfl i haven't even finished writing everything yet while i'm typing this,, but i alr know it's going to have such a long wc for a matchup (1.2k pls),, i rlly hope u like it tho!! complete matchups are always so fun bc they're just a total brain dump for me :3 (p.s. i'm also so so excited for what color u come up w for me n isagi EEEK) also i dunno if i said it alr,, but i rlly love the little selfship drawing u have on ur navi,, it's so cute!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ APPEARANCE PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🌻✩NIJIRO NANASE₊˚🌿⊹♡

with gentle features that seemingly express lots of emotion; no doubt, the two of you would be considered a visual couple and have countless onlookers wishing they were with either of you. nijiro only cares about your eyes, though. he's not bothered by the lovestruck stares and greedy thoughts the passing women have. he only needs to make you smile. that's his one and only goal.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ PERSONALITY PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍙✩YOICHI ISAGI₊˚⚽️⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

okay this actually was so easy for me to settle on, i literally read your personality info and the first person who came to mind was isagi. i weighed out all the other options, but no one else really clicked in my head other than him. i think about this man like so often; and knowing so much about him, there's no doubt that you two would be so compatible!

one thing that really stood out to me amidst all of isagi's personality traits, is his perceptiveness. obviously he's extremely good at reading the field, but his true talent is reading people. while you're very introverted and tend to keep to yourself at first, he'd be able to figure out a way to make you feel comfortable around him upon the first introduction. he wouldn't be alarmed by your shyness, but rather intrigued and he'd want to understand you better; in fact, he'd make it a challenge for himself to do so. immediately, he'd be able to notice the difference between you telling the truth and you trying to 'people please'— but no matter which one is occurring, he wouldn't call you out on it. he'd trust that you're saying and doing whatever you feel comfortable with, and respect that. he'd also enjoy your outgoingness once you finally open up to him, and his favorite thing in the world would be whenever he's able to make you laugh. isagi loves a girl who laughs a lot whilst showing a beautiful smile; and he'd wish he had a photographic memory just to revisit that look on your face when he's struggling on the field, in need of some comfort.

i don't necessarily think you two are total opposites, but there are definitely some things that you differ on; one being his optimism vs. your pessimism. isagi is someone who lives on adrenaline and keeping his head in the clouds. he believes that everything will work out for him so long as he continues to practice and find a new solution; however, he needs someone who can keep him grounded. if he spends too much time in the clouds, his feet will never come back to earth. with your realist perspective, you can tell him when he needs to focus or lock in on a goal— whilst also making sure that he isn't getting too ahead of himself. the reverse is also true. he uses his extreme optimism and drive to encourage you to take those chances that you normally wouldn't with your realism holding you back. he wants you to fly in the cloud with him, and looks forward to that safe landing he knows you'll bring. you keep him from flying away. he makes sure you're not stuck to the ground forever.

even though he's an optimist, isagi is so hard on himself. he beats himself up after every game even if he's the one who scored the winning goal. to him, there's nothing more important than improving; which is why your advice is so valuable. if anything, you'd surely be his rock in the midst of the chaos of his football career. he'd rely on you when he's feeling down and go to you whenever he needs some words of encouragement. with those words, he'd close his eyes and try to recall them— recite them— before he has a game (it's his good luck charm) and feel so much stronger. your the person he looks up to most. it's not noel noa. it's you. he hangs onto your every word, his attention is undivided, because he knows that you only want the best for him. your advice is selfless, and yes, maybe he is selfish for asking for it so often, but can you blame him? you're the shining sun when he's rained off the field and the sweeping waves when he visits the beach. your physical and emotional beauty astonish him.

on his off days, isagi loves to go for walks, read manga, or simply stay at home with you. surely, he'd be the one to hand you your sneakers and tell you that there's a new cafe open downtown that he wants to try— knowing full well that you've been looking forward to it for weeks. when the two of you are walking through the city, he's bound to take a few pictures with fans; and while you're holding up the phone telling them to say 'cheese', isagi smiles after, telling the strangers: "isn't my girlfriend so cute?" he's such a character. if you choose to spend the day at home, baking and such, he tries his best to help out in the kitchen. though, it never really works out as planned. isagi has his certain skills, baking not being one of them (i.e. soccer being the only one) which causes your sweets to be a little lopsided. however, his company isn't a burden as he makes you giggle and smile with his quips and encouragements as you try a new recipe. isagi loves spending time with you when he can, and he makes sure to make the most of it.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

your boyfriend is someone who thinks on his feet, pre-planning has never really been his thing, which is why it was no surprise when he laced up your sneakers and led you to the train station with no prior warning. "c'mon, that new cafe opened in ginza." is what he'd said to you; trying to sound spontaneous, even though he so obviously remembered you've been looking forward to it for months now.

the two of you are nearly there, just a few blocks away since you somehow got off the train two stops too early, when a pair of middle school (?) girls stop you in your tracks. "excuse me, do you mind if we get a photo with you isagi?" to which he gladly accepts.

naturally, you offer to take the photo, being used to your boyfriend's adoring fans and tell the girls to smile big. it's so adorable the way his face lights up whenever he's able to share his passion for football with someone new. you love that beaming look on his face and are so grateful that you get to look at that grin every day of your life.

"the girl taking the photo..." isagi begins to say to the fans, worrying you that he's about to make some joke that you won't find funny. "she's my girlfriend." aw.

they both nod at his words, commenting on how pretty they think you are, before he continues to speak.

"isn't she gorgeous?"

he always knows how to make you blush. damn him.

"you're a flirt, yoichi." you shake your head, giggling softly as you hand the phone back to the girls. "i can't take you anywhere, can i?"

he reaches out, lovingly clasping his large hand over yours and kisses your temple. it's a very public display of romance, but he made sure to cover your face while doing so, knowing that you tend to get a little embarrassed by those sort of things. "i'm the luckiest man in the world." his voice is so caring, so loving. "i'm going to tell everyone i'm yours whenever i get the chance."

(i am literally a mess when it comes to isagi jasfdkl this brain dump was lethal)

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hello! 🔑 here

Thank you for answering my previous ask and I hope you are feeling better today. It was a much appreciated read. He wanted to be good, but with the girl of his dreams in the same apartment as him, I can imagine that would be a hard aks for anyone.

But I come with another question. (You'll soon find out I have a lot lol. Im usually bored at work this time of year so, i have a LOT of time to think.)

I see how Changbin and Ginger really experiment and test each other boundaries in a way. Are there any undiscovered or should I say, unexplored, kinks that we'reroomies Chris and pretty or Minho and Kitten have? Maybe something one is willing to try but too afraid to bring up to their partner?

Sometimes my brain doesn't coneect to my fingers, so I hope this question comes across right, lol.

i love these questions you're asking, so don't feel like you need to hold back skjdfhsjkdf

this one got me thinking... but i think i've come up with some Thoughts™ that i'll leave under the cut:

Chris: would love to fuck his girl out in the open. especially in nature. most likely an instinctual thing, but he honestly isn't sure if he should bring it up, bc 1. he wants it to be a spontaneous thing (silly of him, talk to your girl, christopher), and 2. he isn't really sure if his girl would be comfortable with that (again, talk to your girl christopher).

Pack Mum: wants her boyfriend's monster cock up her ass. it's possibly the only part of her he hasn't fucked and she'd really like to try... but she feels a bit shy about it bc she's never done it before, and she thinks it might be weird to bring it up (it won't. he'll be delighted. talk to him, pretty mum).

Minho: wants to tie his kitten up. and we're not talking about just tying her wrists to the bed posts. we're talking full on mobility restriction... making himself a pretzel Kitten. think some middle ground between bondage and shibari. hasn't brought it up yet because he doesn't feel confident enough in his abilities to do it properly. he needs to study more before he can confidently propose it (that's what he tells himself)

Kitten: tantric sex. hasn't brought it up bc she's not sure minho has the patience for it (it's not about patience, kitten... talk to your man)

there might be other things that i can't think about rn, so feel free to send your thoughts on the matter as well !