#aND YHE EYEBROW

[bandsanitizer]

!!! jang yunho!!! i just want to talk!!!

[oysterie]

the fallen by franz ferdinand dares to ask the question "what if jesus came back and was a bit of a jackass"

[scatterplot-official]

@randmnpc @thearomanticsnake

YOU TWO LOOK AT THIS RN

IM SCREAMING AAUYGBBVDGHB

@a-mossy-ghoul LOOK AT THIS ART I CAN'T

Ghouls, ghouls, ghouls! (Impera)

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Since I need something to drown out my cleaning rambles a little, here's some WIPs from stuff I've already finished and just never sent these for.

[cheeseatlantic]

ph my gyatt we having new simon bunny dad series request by yhe LOVELY bunnybeaches !!

BUNNY LOVE 1/6

You stepped into the living room, a carrier in your hands, your excitement barely contained. The fluffy little bunny inside had been a spur-of-the-moment decision at the shelter, and you couldn’t wait to introduce your new companion to Simon. You had no doubt he’d come around eventually; he just needed some time.

But when you set the carrier down on the floor, Simon immediately stiffened at the sight of it. He was sitting on the couch, his usual scowl deepening as his eyes flicked from the carrier to you.

“What’s that?” His voice was gruff, but you could hear the edge of annoyance already creeping in.

You grinned, crouching down to open the carrier. “Surprise!”

Out hopped your little bunny, a tiny, soft ball of fluff with the most adorable twitching nose. The rabbit sniffed around and hopped cautiously toward the carpet.

Simon’s eyes narrowed, and you could almost see the muscle in his jaw tighten. “You’re not serious,” he muttered.

You laughed, kneeling down to pet the bunny, who was now hopping around curiously, utterly unaware of the tension between you and Simon.

“Come on, Simon. Meet my new friend.” You smiled at Simon, teasing him gently. “She’s really sweet.”

“I don’t like rabbits,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away like he couldn’t be bothered. “They’re too small. Too fragile. And they chew on everything. What if it ruins the furniture?”

You rolled your eyes, petting the bunny’s soft fur. “She’s not going to ruin anything, Simon. Relax.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face. “Fine. But don’t expect me to—”

Before he could finish, the bunny scurried toward him, ears twitching as she hopped right up to his boots, her little nose sniffing his foot. Simon froze, staring at the rabbit like it might bite him.

Your grin widened. “I think she likes you.”

Simon’s lips tightened, but you could see a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he glanced down at the bunny. She was cute, and even Simon wasn’t immune to that kind of thing.

“No,” he muttered. “I’m not doing this.”

But as the bunny’s soft paws brushed against his boot again, he slowly crouched down—far slower than necessary—and gave the little creature a careful pet. His touch was light, hesitant at first, but as the bunny nuzzled into his hand, Simon’s scowl softened ever so slightly.

You caught the little glance he shot you from the corner of your eye—something that looked like guilt or reluctance. You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, watching as he tentatively pet the bunny again.

It didn’t take long for Simon’s resistance to crack.

By the next morning, you came downstairs to find the bunny happily snuggled on the couch with Simon. She was nestled against his chest, her soft little body rising and falling with every gentle breath he took. His large hand was cradling her, carefully stroking her fur, and for a moment, he looked completely relaxed—completely unbothered by the small, fluffy creature in his arms.

You couldn’t help the amused chuckle that escaped your lips.

“Are you… spoiling my rabbit?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, crossing your arms.

Simon didn’t look up, but the slight flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. He cleared his throat, eyes flicking to you, still not acknowledging the bunny nestled in his lap. “She’s… she’s quiet,” he muttered. “Keeps to herself. Not as bad as I thought.”

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing smile. “I see, so it’s not that bad?”

“Mm,” he grunted, eyes shifting downward at the bunny’s twitching nose. “Not really.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room. “And you’re just… holding her because she’s quiet?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly, shifting his grip a little, but the softness in his movements told a different story. “She’s… well, she’s not so bad. Quiet and calm. Doesn’t bother me.”

The bunny gave a soft squeak, and Simon’s fingers immediately stilled. You caught the way his gaze softened as he continued to pet her, the stubbornness melting away more each time she nuzzled into his chest.

“Okay, but you’re not spoiling her, right?” You grinned, teasing him now that he was caught.

He glanced up at you again, his eyes hardening like he was trying to stay firm. “I’m not spoiling her,” he muttered, though his voice was softer than usual. “She’s just… easy to look after. Doesn’t demand much.”

You snorted, sitting beside him on the couch. “Right. Doesn’t demand much.” You glanced at the bunny, now snuggled up and completely at ease in his arms. “Seems to me like you’re doing the spoiling.”

Simon didn’t reply at first, and you almost thought you’d won when he finally grumbled, “She’s just… easier to look after than you sometimes.”

You raised an eyebrow, but before you could retort, he sighed, his grip tightening just a little around the bunny. “But don’t get used to this,” he added, trying to sound serious. “I’m not going to let her make me soft.”

You smirked, leaning in just a little closer. “Right. Sure...”

For a moment, you watched him, and you could see it—despite his attempts to hide it, the way his eyes softened each time the bunny nuzzled against him, the gentle way he petted her, even how he kept her in his lap like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“Simon,” you said softly, “you love her, don’t you?”

He shot you a quick, almost panicked look. “I—I don’t love her. She’s just… she’s quiet. Keeps to herself.”

You laughed, the sound light and teasing. “Sure, Si. Whatever you say.”

Simon huffed but didn’t argue. The truth was clear in the way he adored the bunny, even if he refused to admit it. And as you sat there beside him, watching him spoil her with every gentle pet and soft touch, you couldn’t help but smile.

Yeah, maybe your little bunny had won him over—and maybe, just maybe, Simon loved her more than he’d ever admit.

shoutout hophop for being the inspo everyone thank hophop

[xoxopuffsz]

idk this might be kinda too specific but like imagine the twst mc isn’t a prefect but a magic user aswell and they’re just some normal student in nrc but they keep using magic excessively and their magic pen is like so so dark and their housewarden s/o is like ‘you should stop’ and yhe mc is like ‘no’ so then the housewarden like fucks them for the whole day so they can stop using magic for the time being

—> minors dni. hardcore smut ig ? all chars aged up, all of them being absolutely meanies.

an - lets give this guy an applause 🗣️‼️ I was running out of ideas and you saved me 🫶 I don’t have a bunch of time, so instead I’ll do Leona only since he seems like the right call. Its pretty long, sorry I couldn’t do more </3 ily tho ! buybyeee and enjoy !

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Pent up frustration that didn’t let him sleep, the fact that you look so tired and miserable because of your magic pisses him off. To him, he’s the one thats supposed to take care of you, for some reason he cares about you more than any other. Then he has an idea.

After a long day, Ruggie walks up to you, poking your shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hey, Y/N! Leona wants you to go to the botanical garden with him.” He tells you, you raise an eyebrow “What for? He always tells me to leave when I go with him.” Ruggie shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think its something serious.” Upon those words, you decided to take care of it.

You leave to the botanical garden, where you find the hidden space Leona always resides in. In which, when you enter, he instantly jumps on you, pressing you onto the ground. “What the hell do you think your doing?” He says harshly. You’re stunned ‘Why is he acting like this?’ You never see him like this. You frown “If this is about the magic thing, forget about it.” You say, turning around, about to crawl away, when you feel him put his hand on your head, instantly pressing your head down onto the grass. “Le-Leona, what are you doing?!” You yell, startled as he covers your mouth. He looks down at you with an angry expression.

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you, thats what.”

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Your clothes on the floor, his hands spreading your legs open. Everything was so.. exciting.. He had ripped of your clothes and his clothes alongside that. The pool of warmth that was in the pit of your stomach had now traveled down to your legs, Leona’s precum covering your wet lips, tongue lapping over them.

Everything felt so warm, your juices soon covering his mouth, and then helping his rock hard cock slip into you, all your thoughts getting fucked out when his first thrust registers into your body, legs bent onto his shoulders and claws holding your thighs open.

“fuck— how are you- god damn it your so tight” he groans out, long hair stuck onto his sweaty face. He missed this, YOU missed this, the feeling of his hips rutting into yours, the way you’d feel full with his cock, as if you’d just eaten a full course of food. It was too fucking good, too good. Its like the both of you became two wild animals in heat, you couldn’t say much about him though, he was technically one with the way he was acting.

“Leo- Leona- Ngh.. stop it.. I have to.. give me my pen b-“ Your cut of by your own moan, the feeling of your pens cold magical stone pressing onto your clit, bundle of nerves causing your back to arch and a dam to open inside of you as Leona releases his own batch.

Your legs felt like as if they’d been liquified.. a little.. too.. liquified?

“leona..”

“Yeah?”

“You put a spell on me didn’t you?”

“Sure did, bunny.” He responds, kissing your forehead and covering your naked body with his blanket, leaving you to rest inside his room.

All the black ink was gone by the time he came back.

[healmyhrt]

ANGST MATT. Matt gets jealous. BOOM. THATS ALL I HAVE JELOUD MATT AND ANGST. YUHHHH !!!! DO WHATEVER YOU WILL WITH YHE STORY WE JUSR NEED ANGST😍😍😍😍

⌗ jealous, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you get lost at a party, and another guy gets the wrong idea. your anxiety getting the best of you, you quickly leave the room to find matt, only for him to get jealous at what just happened.

disclaimers!: angst, kissing, use of y/n

a/n: this sucks

i had lost matt in crowds of people, and i was pretty tempted to just find a random ride home, but i wasn’t in the mood to possibly get killed tonight.

my phone chimes, and i squint at the screen, in hopes to get a better look at it. there was a text from matt that read, “where’d you go? im dying to get out of here, not rlly that fun anymore.”

that makes two of us.

i click the call button on his contact, and hear the phone begin to ring, and then stop. i quickly look at my screen, only to see a low battery symbol. “fuck!” i yell, making people near me give a confused look.

i run into a random room, and see a bunch of people getting high. i begin moving back towards the door, when a hand grabs my wrist. “stay a little, baby. what do you have to lose?”

i look back at the boy. he looked about my age, he had tan skin, brown eyes, and long, messy, brown hair that went to his shoulders. he manspreads in front of me, and i nervously sit on his lap.

no one really pays me a bit of mind, and just goes back to getting high. the boy hands me a gummy, and gives me a smile. i take it into my palm, slowly.

“how much?” i ask. he laughs in response, and hands me the bag. i read the text, and my eyes widen. “2000?!”

he places a hand on my shoulder, and shares a sweet smile. “don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” i nervously look back at the table, and everyone’s staring at me.

the boy under me, slowly moves his hand closer and closer to my inner thigh. im practically sweating my face off, as my anxiety gets the better of me.

i jump up off of the boys lap, and run out of the door. i hit someone’s chest, and look up to see matt. “oh, thank god!” i squeeze him tightly, and he hugs me back uncomfortably.

“hey, come back, baby.” the boy in the room says, laughing. matt raises an eyebrow at him, and i grasp his wrists, making him follow behind me.

“y/n, what the fuck was that? who is he?”

i keep pushing through crowds of people, until we make it outside. we’re almost to the car, when matt lets his wrists become free of me. “y/n, stop.”

i stand still for a moment, and turn around, staring at the pavement. “what was that? are you okay?”

matt walks closer to me, and slowly places his hand in mine. i grasp his hand tighter, interlocking our fingers. i look up, and softly press my lips against his.

matt pulls away quickly, and looks down at me. he gently grips my jaw, and makes me look directly at him.

“who was he?” he asks, enunciating every word.

i grab his wrist, and slowly remove his hand from my jaw, smiling. “jealous?” i turn around, and continue walking to the car. matt follows behind me, and i can almost hear the anger in his voice as he tries to remain calm.

“no…” he starts, “i mean, i shouldn’t be jealous, you aren’t even mine.” he tugs on his bottom lip.

i stop at the car, and begin to walk over to my side.

i lean against the car door, and matt stands in front of me, towering over me. “what’s that you said at the party last week?” i tease, “i own you?” i smile, mimicking his voice.

he places one arm against the car, next to my shoulder. matt leans in closer to me, eyes staring at my lips.

“fine.”

he stands up straight again, sighing. i move out of the way, and he opens the door for me.

the drive back is quiet, but had been broken many times by matt dramatically sighing.

“what?” i finally say, as we stop at a red light. he gives me an angry sigh, and clenches his jaw.

“no, say what you’ve been wanting to say for these last 40 something minutes. please, matt.” i spat out in a snarky tone.

he quickly turns to me. “i don’t know what you and that guy had going on up in that room, but it ends now.”

i look at him, my smile fading. “okay, matt.”

“im so fucking serious, y/n. you don’t know how much of what you do has an impact on me. all i’ve wanted was to be with you, and then i see you go and pull some stupid shit like that.” he looks back at the road.

“im sorry.” i shrink in my seat. matt stares at the road, as the light turns green. i slowly inch my hand closer and closer to his, and interlock our fingers again.

the rest of the ride is silent, until he pulls up outside of his house.

“still jealous?”

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Ugly Sweater

Day 25 of Christmas

Prompt: Ugly Sweater Contest

25 Days Of Christmas

Happy Christmas!

The camera zooms in on the bustling training ground of FC Barcelona. The players are gathered for a unique challenge, and the atmosphere is electric with excitement. Pablo Gavi and Y/n Y/l/n are at the center of it all, surrounded by an array of colorful fabric paints, glitters, and other crafting materials scattered across a large table. “Hola culers, I am Y/n Y/l/n, here with Pablo Gavi and we are here to see who can make the ugliest Christmas jumper.”

“Vamos, Y/n!” Pablo exclaims, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Who do you think is going to make the ugliest jumper?” Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, a grin spreading across her face. “Please, Pablo. You’re the king of ugly. I’m just here to help you look good for once”

“Yo y lo feo no deberíamos estar en la misma frase. A veces me sorprendes, Y/n.” He responds with a laugh, grabbing a neon green paint. “This is going to be epic!” Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the new word he learned just earlier that week: epic. As they dive into the challenge, they begin painting and glueing random materials onto their sweaters. Y/n grabs a handful of googly eyes, sticking them haphazardly all over her sweater. “Mira, Pablo. Un monstruo.” She declares, giggling. Pablo, not one to be outdone, quickly snatches a handful of bright pink feathers. “Ves esto? I’ll make a flamingo sweater. Que original.”

“Original? Creo que quieres decir horrible.” Y/n teases, sticking a paintbrush covered in blue paint into his hair. “Ese es el punto de este desafío, no?” The crew laughed behidn the camera as Pablo tried dodging the paint, but failing miserably. “Oh my god, I am so sorry!” Y/n laughed, not meaning to actually paint his hair. Pablo laughs, attempting to swipe the paint off his head but only making it worse. “You’re going to regret that, Y/n. Just wait until I win this challenge!”

As the clock counts down, they both put the finishing touches on their creations. Pablo, with a shirt that looks like a flamboyant bird’s nest, and Y/n, with a monstrous creation covered in eyes and glitter. “Okay, time’s up! Muestra tu suéter!” Yhe crew shouts, eager to see their creations. They step back, proudly displaying their sweaters. Pablo poses dramatically, striking a pose that makes the crew burst into laughter. “Mira esto! El más feo del mundo!” He declares. “More like the most ridiculous.” Y/n laughs, sticking her tongue out at him. They both turn to the camera, their playful rivalry shining through.

“Okay, final round is a catwalk.” Y/n says, glancing at Pablo with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As they both momentarily turned around to put their jumpers on, the crew let out a few quiet laughs. They counted down from 3 and turned to face eachother, looking one another up and down. Y/n hummed. “You know, it’s hard to have an ugly sweater when you have a face like that.” She gestures playfully at him, her words laced with flirtation. Pablo’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and the crew erupts in laughter. “No te rías de mí!” He protests, trying to hide his embarrassment. But his playful smile gives him away.

“Sorry, Pablito, but you really can’t help it.” Y/n adds, leaning closer as she pretends to inspect his sweater. “Qué dices? I’m handsome?” He grins, his blush deepens. “Pero, mi suéter es más feo.” Y/n scoffs. “Más feo? Have you seen mine?” Y/n raises an eyebrow, unable to contain her laughter. “I think you've lost this challenge, guapo.”

“Alright, alright! Let’s just let the viewers decide who’s the winner.” Pablo says, regaining his composure, but the smile never leaves his face. “But we both know it’s going to be me.”

[ritsufeet]

stay with me.

longing [ ft. m. kaiser ]

i don’t want u to leave… in which kaiser longs for you more than he thought he would.

k by cigarettes after sex heavily recommend to listen to while reading!!

all works from luvmouche & ritsufeet on tumblr.

𒁷 sfw, (forced to) made for ivelle (@n6gi)

𒁷 cw// hurt comfort(?), kaiser is too busy for u (dickhead), but it gets better i think, mutual longing, kissing smooch smooch, umm idk what else, kaiser tw🤓, “m” is his nickname given by the reader, rly short fic btw, slightly ooc kaiser but yk what idc!

i made this for ivelle this is literally yhe only bllk fic ill ever make (maybe) also i dont even like kaiser (kurona bwtter) i originally made this in my notes app i had to decide whether or not i eveb wanted to post this on tumblrHelp

synopsis: michael kaiser is a cruel, busy man—yet he finds himself pining for your warmth more than he expected.

not proofread!!!

kaiser, michael

your boyfriend, michael kaiser, who’s a famous, up and coming athlete, never has any time for you.

“i’m leaving, i have a meeting today.” he says, hurriedly pushing his shoes on with heavy sighs. you look at him and frown, “again? m, you never have any time for me anymore…”

“i know, but i’ll make it up to you, i promise. just not today, i’m busy.” he huffs, frowning right back at you, his blonde hair sways messily in front of his face and his fingers coming up to brush them up and out of the way again. you frown deepens and you sigh.

he looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “what? what’s wrong with you?” his question only makes you sadder.

“can’t you stay?”

“no, i can’t. you know this. i said i’d make it up to you, didn’t i? trust my word.” you know this, you already know… but you can’t help but already begin to miss him.

he’s often gone for long hours, sometimes it’s more than just hours. it’s hard loving him when he’s absent majority of the time, and when he’s not gone, he’s doing something else that doesn’t involve spending time with you. what could be so important, anyway? of course, you love him, you love his career and support him with everything you can, but he could at least love you a little back.

you slowly walk over to him when he’s finished putting on his shoes. he looks at you with soft eyes, a face that he doesn’t show often. vulnerability that doesn’t come easily to him, something he only shows to you. “i’m sorry,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek. you relish in his touch, leaning into his palm. “i really wish i could stay too. you know that as well as i do.” he caresses your cheek, sliding his thumb over your skin.

“i get it… you should go, you don’t want to be late, right?” you look at him giving a reassuring smile. “i’ll be here, like i always am.” his heart aches as those words leave you, and the urge washes over him. he brings himself to your lips and kisses you—sweet, quick, and loving. he lets himself linger there for as long as he needs to. he doesn’t want to be late, yet he finds himself not wanting to move a single inch away from you. he wants to stay, wants to be here with you and the comfort of your kisses.

you pull away instead, you put your hand right above his—the one caressing your cheek so gently and longingly that you fear that it’d break his heart if he tore it away—and squeeze it. his face is solemn, his gaze wavering. he’s staring at you, but he looks away, as if hesitant to say anything. then, he looks at you again, and purses his lips. “..i love you.” your reassuring smile turns into a genuine one. “i love you too, m.”

he pulls you into a hug, holding you longer than just a few seconds, and he can hear himself the moment he decided to just go ‘ah, fuck it.’ a barely audible chuckle comes from his voice leaving you wondering what’s so funny.

“on second thought, i don’t think they’ll mind if i miss a day or two.” he says, smiling.

a/n: i hope ur happy ivelle. k bye im tired fuckkk

[smilingangel582]

Hey hey hey... I wanna bully our little scara -oopse I mean wanderer aka I renamed him to "Mochi" ain't that cute!

Thanks to the recent hoyofair someone gave me the idea to name him Mochi

But I'll be calling him wanderer... anyway enjoy hehe

Warning spoilers for Sumeru

A weakness?

Now, Aether likes to team up with many. He even has the audacity to call our all four archons to help him in commisssions and abyss trials.

Heck... Ei and Nahida seemed game too and Aether had no trouble teaming up with anyone.

"Worthless as expected"

Although a certain someone seemed too difficult to handle... more difficult than Xiao supposedly...

"I told you..." Wanderer elevated from the ground now, landing his wind blades perfectly striking the treasure hoarders who now fled from the new threat, "Be direct and don't hesitate... sucker..."

Aether is just sick of him now. At least Xiao opened up to him more as time went by. Wanderer just gets on his nerves a lot.

"Alright, but can you just be a little calm... nicer too, " Aether said, suddenly feeling irritated too. Blue eyes shifted away, and he grumbled, "It's not my fault you are weak"

"Mochi~, please... aren't u being too mean?" He tried to tease him to lighten up the mood, Wanderer seems too bitter to acknowledge that, so he ignored him."Whatever... can't stoop to your level ...let's finish this quickly"

Aether growled "You little..."

Smirking wanderer folded his arms. "What? You would rather have me sugar coat it and mince my words? I apologize. " he rolled his eyes sarcastically."But try and keep up...!"

Muttering Aether rolled his eyes "Rude..."

Of course Katherine as always return them their commission rewards and Wanderer folds his arms saying "Alright if that's all I'll be taking my leave-"

"Hold it, Hat guy," giggling Aether grabs his shoulders. "Let's hang out a little at the teapot... come on, you need to lighten up,"

Growling "No need I'm busy..."

"With...?"

Clearing his throat he looks away "Non of your business... so find someone else to -aaaah!"

Swirling into a sudden shift of atmosphere he knew he's being forced to enter this dumb teapot. Unbelievable, he thought and Aether grins "Come on... let's have some tea as we chat..."

To say Aether is merely annoying isn't enough. He's too troublesome. Wanderer would definitely find his company too energy wasting but also... leaving this guy alone might see wrong too. Especially after helping him ascend a lot.

He kinda felt like he owe to the traveler. Paimon was absent and that's a plus point.

"Anyway... I've been meaning to ask, " Wanderer says," Now sipping yhe tea that's brewed instantly "why do you want to chat with me? After everything we never ended on good terms either"

Aether silently drinks and then sigh "Alright that old charade... you are naive, Mochi..."

Raising an eyebrow he watched Aether scoot closer to him now leaning forward with a smirk "OK who was the guy who asked me to name him?"

Bingo, Aether grins, he blushed at that.

"Then who was the guy who gave me a lovely present on my birthday...?"

"Lesser lord Kusanali bribed me into it-"

"-And yet you didn't leave after knowing you were bribed?" Cutting in fondly and Wanderer tried his best to hide the warmth spreading on his cheeks and looks away with a stubborn huff, folding his arms "Well... think what you may... but there's no way I admit to anything"

"Aw Mochi your blush just gives it away" Aether grins poking his checking making the anemo user let out a pettish immature and yet indignant scoff "It doesnt!"

"It does..." Aether pokes his nose.

"No it didn't" swats his hand now and Aether poles his stomach grinning "It does..."

"Hey..." Yelps as the poke sent an electrifying spread on his stomach, fluttering like multiple wings chaotically dancing in him.

"Oh?" Intrigued, Aether pokes his ribs now "Are you ticklish?"

"No... absurd... why would you consider that possibility?" He backs off regardless of his words and Aether readying himself with two pointer fingers like they are guns "I don't know... but it's a possibility alright..."

"Get away from me... k-knos your place!" He threatens now eyes widening when Aether pounce on him, two fingers wiggling but not touching yet."Tickles will be your place!"

"Hehe wait! Noho!" He already feels giggles slip from his lips and Aether is tranced by it, he only has two wiggling fingers on his sides and its already making Wanderer crazy.

"Cute... I wish i done this sooner" he pokes mercilessly on his ribs and beams at the squeal of indignant protests from the former all mighty god.

"AHAHA Shihit gehehet ahahawaaay!" He curls back "Dohont...! Stahahahap!"

"Don't stop? OK... then, " Aether teases when Wanderer groans through his giggling. He notices its ten fingers wiggling under his robes now and squirms with giggles that are uncharacteristic.

Genuinely Aether grins "Your giggles are adorable... Kittenish and cute... you should laugh more"

Aether feels every attempt of Wanderer's fists trying to punch his way out but its aimless and he can't even concentrate to fly away. This ticklish technique in poking and scribbling is killing him.

"Cuhuhut ihihit out! Hahaha ihihit... stahahap!"

Grinning, an idea as he kneads his hips like a dough "Stop doing what... Mochi?"

"Tihihihickling mehehehe yohohou lohohow lihihife!"

"Oh, you want more? Sure... coming right up" he squeezes his knees, and Wanderer realises how much power tickling has over him. His whines for falling for the oldest trick in the book and shrieks "OK! Ohohok, yohohou idiot! Stahahap ihihit! Seheheheriously!"

Aether hums but pausing his attack to only push him down with his hands. "Hmm, say you like hanging out with me and ill consider..."

Wanderer widened his eyes and hesitated "Ihihi... uh..." but squeaks when Aether latches on to his thighs and giggles without Aether tickling him "Last chance... or I'll tickle you till you go crazy"

"Ahaharchons wahahit... OK ok! Mahahaybe hanging out with yohou isn't bahahad? -ahaha eek!" The shrilled noise from Wanderer when Aether reached to touch his ears made him giggle "Aha hilarious... I can't take you seriously..."

"OK I like hahahangjng out with you!" He scrunched his neck when Aether trails his fingers on his neck and ears "ahaha I said it i said I SAID IT!"

Cruelly but playfully gentle, Aether doesn't stop and hums "Hmm maybe after tickling you a bjt"

"BUHUHUT YOU SAHAHAID YOULL STAHAHAP!

"Bleh" mocking his own raspberry aether snickers "I said consider... so I considered..."

"IHIHI WIHIHILL KILL YOHOHOU!" He shrieked bloody murder and Aether honestly stopped to laugh properly at the sounds Mochi had let out through the tickle session.

"Oh archons... you sounded like being hit by the electro archons lightening there" he laughed till his own cheeks flushed as Wanderer's

The latter gasps now glaring but involuntary giggling to lighten the effect "Yohou ahahre cruhuhuel... I hahate you."

Playfully he shoves his shoulders and Wanderer falls to the side effortlessly. Aether sighing as he had been laughing as hard as Wanderer "OK Mochi...this is why I like going with you... cute and very serious"

Blushes more Wanderer turns away "W-whatever... just admit that I'm strong enough for... uh these things"

"Alright alright... you are" Aether waves his hands in surrender but adds with a playful finger sliding up Wanderer's back "But not strong enough to deal with a little tickling"

"Ah!" He shrieks at the sudden sensation and turns his back away from him glaring at him still blushing "Don't you dare! I'll-I uh I'll chomp you down like a -a shrimp masala curry!"

"Yah yah but I'll tickle you before you could" Aether giggles and takes his hat running off with loud bouncy laughs "Hehe!"

Wanderer smirks now, feeling light and happy. "Oh? Come here, you lowly traveler, and feel the wrath of the former god!"

To say Aether didn't expect revenge is a lie... he wanted things to escalate like this perhaps... although maybe he's more tolerable than before.

"Bow your head!" While tickling Aether's sides.

Or maybe his attitude still stinks, but it's adorable. Despite being an offhand aggressive jerk, he can also display softness and cuteness...

[colesstar]

Im doing great at getting people to watch ninjago i explained the brief history, the pilot episodes and season one up to where lloyds treehouse gets destroyed to my cousins cousin. I didnt get through everything because we had to leave BUT i did get her snap :33 (she agreed to let me send her paragraphs in ninjago and watch it)

I showed visuals alongside and her thoughts go:

there was a bit of a kerfuffle about who garmadon and wu’s mother is at the beginning

Morro: Billie Eilish, thinks his skeleton is rank doesnt like him cuz hes ugly???? (Hes a silly wet cat i can’t believe her tbh)

Jay: she likes jay does not like his old hair though

Cole: He has bushy eyebrows *fake gags*

Kai: His hair looks like its doing yhe middle finger?,? SHE SAID HE LOOKS LIKE HARRY STYLES , didnt likw him until she saw this gif

Zane: Didnt like him because of his hair i managed to slightly convert her imto liking him :((

Nya: okay listen she LOVED nya and said she was fit so W

ALSO SHE THOUGHT THE ONI WERE LENG LIKE GIRL.

[lady-severus-snape]

Random heqdcanon #394

18+ MDNI

The new school year begins with a new DADA as yhe curse has struck again. Albus being purposely obtuse about it, not even Minerva can get him to spill. It's the welcoming feast and as the students are eating albus talks about the new instructor.

🌠 the hall doors open with a bang, new staff member swaggers in. Bright blue, long, curly hair, pierced face (snake bites, septum, nose, eyebrow), muggle tattoos up her arms, distressed skinny jeans, combat boots, band tank top, cigarette in her mouth, black lipstick, curvy out the wazoo, sun kissed skin, brown eyes.

🌠"ah, everyone meet Nolie Ortiz. She is our new defense against the dark arts professor. Please, treat her with respect and do our school proud in welcoming her." The students clap and whistle.

🌠Nolie sits next to Severus, much to his chagrin. He sneers at her to keep her from engaging with him. No wonder the headmaster refused to speak on the instructor.

🌠the students looked forward to her class and the male students try to shoot their shot. Nolie says thank you but she is not into kids half her age. This causes the rumor mill to go wild. She was nearing her 40s! She looked hot, and young, a milf!!

🌠Severus getting flustered and annoyed because Nolie kept going out her way to shamelessly flirt with him, even in front of the students. Didn't matter how much he snarked, insulted, rude he was. Albus refuses to anything about while Minerva laughed at his expense.

🌠 "good morning, handsome! I see you are alive this glorious Friday" intoned Nolie. "Ortiz, kindly call me by my name. We are professionals here!" Severus seethes. "Sure thing baby." Nolie replies stealing his favorite mug of coffee before he can stop her. "Albus! Do something!!" He rants in his office later.

🌠Nolie's classes are vastly different than all DADA combined. She introduced muggle techniques and fitness into the wizarding ones. When the dueling club was introduced again she offered Severus to help demonstrate along with one other person. He jumps at the chance to hex her a little. Boy did he eat his words.

🌠she effectively and easily had him tied and gagged, slugged over her shoulders before he had finished casting experlliarmus. God damn if he wasn't turnt the fuck on. After she cast a barrier surround the platform and releasing him, Nolie demonstrated exactly what new school was. She and her opponent danced across the platform, spells flew, wands knocked out of hands, hand to hand combat. It was glorious and seductive the way the two fought with and without magic.

🌠You could hear Nolie drilling the 5th years through the halls. It was conditioning week. "Pick up the pace Malfoy, yo daddy ain't gonna run them laps for you!!! Granger worry less about fixing others and focus on your form! Weasley with Nott! Potter, I done told you to straighten yo back!" "Aye! I said no curses Flint, don't make me tell you again. Yo house daddy ain't gonna save you"

🌠the scoring according to the board was marvelous. Scores like that hadn't been seen in centuries.

🌠severus coming to respect her and her methods. Whatever she was doing to the students instilled discipline and determination. Longbottom even stopped exploding couldrons!!!

🌠Severus begrudgingly looking forward to their daily banter and Friday sound offs. He now let Nolie get the first sip of coffee from his mug. Comparing notes on their knowledge of dark arts. Nolie letting it slip that sunflower seeds made skelegrow more palatable and shortened the brew time so long as the shelf live was less than 2 weeks.

🌠severus watching Nolie work out every morning picking up some habits himself. His tall lanky form finally filling out the way it should have. Whatever muggle invented leggings should be given a merlin first class.

🌠 severus and Nolie finally fuck after a drunken night. He made the most sexy needy noises while she rode him. While she was a hellion screaming his name when he wanted to dominate her. Severus could not move an inch, it was shocking the number of rounds he went. He lost track after 5. He shivered at the memory of Nolie nibbling, licking, tracing his dark mark.

🌠Nolie not judging him or shaming, nor running away. It made the sex hotter, better, consuming.

🌠Nolie finding him one day laid out on hogwarts grounds because the dark lord was a piece of shit, helping him through the after math.

[parapsychoiogy]

EATING GLASS EATING GLASS EATING GLASS EATING GLASS

watching search for spock as if im not going to go insane the second kirk learns about spocks katra

[boysunberry]

GUYS i forgot to mention but on friday i saw my tc and he looked so happy to see me im gonan sob

i was in a rlly fucking crowded corridor and as soon as he spotted me he immediatly was like 😯😯 HI!!! and he greeted me by NAME AND THEN PAUSED AND SAID GOOD MORNUNG i love him, i was yhe ONLY person in that corridor he said hi to im the best and his fav i love him

he looked so shocked when he saw me i find it so fucking cute cus every time he sees me he raises his eyebrows super high 😭😭😭😭😭 i LOVEE HIMMM FUCKKK

[ge]

🐌: every time i see tang bo on my dashboard, timeline, fyp whatever i get lightheaded,, i need to sit downnn i need to be sedated.... oughhhhh i need to make a mess of him with my own two hands..... i need to make the two old men messy oughhhhhhhhh yhe voices.... the voices..... just writing tangchung pwp isn't enough i need to insert myself in between them or id lose my mind ‼️‼️‼️

LIIIIKKEEE its so overwhelming i dont think its really hit me yet that thats what tang bo looks like.. hes so handsome i feel dizzy.. lico once again proving theyre unmatched in the character diversity department.. tang bo and the rest of the tang family could have very well looked like average faced nobodies but lico puts so much care into every face, even comical ones, without making them feel like caricatures or stereotypes.. its the combination of the sharp eyes/monolids, the upturned eyebrows, the charming single dimple.. so perfect..its all so perfect.. everyone say thank u lico team for picking up rotmhs cuz if it had been any other studio i mightve never gotten into it

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

i love having full eyebrows and eyelashes (looks awesome) but i also fucking hate it due to yhe. have to fucking pull them out to feel normal