#adhd for sure. At least I’m pretty sure

[karlyboyyy]

Had to take a sort of personality quiz to find out my strengths and work style for this leadership training I’m doing at work. And the results were basically just

[citizen-zero]

you know I keep that thang on me (3-5 different lip balms)

[cq-studios]

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?—Elrena

Whoooooooooooey! Boy do I have a first thing that I think about when it comes to Elrena!

I’ll try my best to keep this concise because I’ve literally been slowly but surely writing a video essay for years about this (seriously Starlight you could not have chosen a better character for this question lol).

Okay, so I spend a lot of time (psycho)analyzing Elrena and trying to decipher how she could’ve gone from who we see in UX to Larxene.

Some bits and pieces of my elaborate theory/headcannon are as follows:

Elrena is not actually as nice as she seems in UX, the reason she seems kind is because we only ever see her interacting with the Union Leaders and she is either intimidated by them, wants to be in their good graces, or both (she can still be nice, just not as sweet and innocent as everyone makes her out to be)

At some point Elrena loses faith in authority (probably once they escape to the real Daybreak Town and Brain is at the computer)

After she appears in (loosely) present KH time she is taken into the Organization (with no prior memories) because she’s supposedly has a Keyblade

She and Marluxia are treated like Roxas (maybe worse since they were unable to fulfill the role they were supposed to) but have no ‘Axel’ to fall back on so they fall back on each other, two people who are both equally lost and confused

We already know Lauriam is prone to anger in stressful situations and Elrena could’ve very much been the same all things considered. In the Organization they both feed into those parts of each other as do the other Organization members, who, as we know, are not the friendliest. They get mean and vindictive to survive

That’s pretty much the footnotes. I have evidence (based on text as well as human behaviour) and other smaller things I think about too but that’s the stuff for my video essay. If I try and write it here I might never finish the post lol

[ace-lesbionage]

You know, in movies and books I’ve seen/read about high school they don’t really capture the sheer inescapable pressure of knowing that one wrong move, your grade will go down and you’ll be too emotionally overwhelmed to fix it. The quarter grade will be horrible; and so will your grade for the rest of the year. Colleges look at that and decide that this kid isn’t good enough. And if you dont get into college, you typically don’t get very good jobs.

Movies and books depicting kids in high school don’t capture how they can feel the weight of their future on their shoulders, knowing that if they make one wrong decision it will all come crashing down.

[ladykailitha]

Murder in the Heartland Part 5

Hey, all! Sorry about last week. Sometimes my ADHD really kills me on time blindness and executive dysfunction. And last week it hit me hard. So my delightful husband @mjwproductionsandfilm helped a gal out so I could make sure you guys had a chapter.

In this we have Eddie taking a nice trip to Hawaii and maybe getting what he was after.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

Interviewer: You don’t think you owe fans your time? That’s a little selfish, don’t you think?

Steve licked his lips as he glared at her: No. I don’t. As I said, I don’t need the money to live. I have this beautiful home on this beautiful island. I want for nothing, I need nothing. If the success from my books were to dry up tomorrow, the only people who would mourn are those who want to read any future works I would have done.

Interviewer: What do you mean?

Steve shrugged: If people aren’t buying my books, my publisher isn’t going to want to print other stories I might have in me. Yes, this is the last Joe Kerry book, but I could decide to write a fantasy novel or even my own autobiography. But if there isn’t a market for it, it won’t get published. But I wouldn’t care. I enjoy writing and only started publishing my works because my best friend and now agent Robin Buckley thought that I should. So no, I don’t owe my fans anything.

~

Eddie had already spent on month of chasing his own tail when it came to the case he was working on. Murray had solved three cases in the time Eddie had taken on this one.

“You know,” Murray said as Eddie sat hunched over his notes for the billionth time, “I know the kid said he wouldn’t have had the money to fly anywhere, but maybe he had cash stashed away somewhere she didn’t know about.”

Eddie raised his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “So you think that maybe he did get on a flight somewhere?”

Murray shrugged. “Only way to find out.”

“Fuck.” Eddie was on his feet and grabbing his jacket and keys in an instant.

“Good luck!”

Eddie showed up at the airport with a winning smile and his PI license. And after some digging he was able to find out that someone matching Billy’s description had bought a plane ticket with cash. But it was to LA and Max had been adamant that Billy would have avoided California all together.

“If he was trying to to get to Hawaii,” the receptionist said, “he’d have to have a layover in LA. It’s the only way to get there.”

Eddie blinked at her for a moment. Hawaii would be the best place to get as far away from Neil as possible. He thanked her and went to a pay phone.

He called Max and told her he needed to get on a flight to Hawaii.

“You really think he could gone all the way out there?” she asked, skeptically. “He didn’t have that kind of money.”

He thought about it for a moment. “He would have if he sold his Camero.”

“Oh shit!” she said. “Yeah that would have gotten him pretty far even if he hadn’t got much for it.”

“I’m getting on the next flight to LA,” Eddie said seriously. “Then onto Hawaii. That will be the hardest part because there is more than one island, but I think we’re getting close.”

“Get to it, fly boy!” Max huffed with a breathy laugh.

“Aye, aye, Captain!” Eddie snarked right back. He hung up and then called Murray to let him know what was going on.

“You lucky duck,” Murray huffed. “Pack sunscreen and a lot of books. Try to make yourself look as tourist-y as possible. You don’t want to accidentally tip Billy off and have him do a runner on you.”

“Roger that,” Eddie said and then hung up. He bought tickets for tomorrow and then left the airport feeling optimistic he was on the right trail at the very least.

And even if it was a bust, he’d at least get a nice vacation on Max’s dime. It would be good to get out of Indiana for awhile.

Wayne laughed him off when Eddie offered to take him with, siting that he was too pale for Hawaii and to enjoy himself.

~

Eddie had been in Hawaii for two weeks and he was absolutely sick of it. It got hot in Hawkins, but this was ball sticking hot. He was started to get literal swamp ass, he was sweating so much.

He was on Maui, the last island he was willing to spend time on to look for Billy and he was giving himself until the end of the week to find him before he called it quits to give Max the bad news.

He was drinking a vodka and coke with pink, paper umbrella and trying not melt into the bar, when bartender got off and the new guy came on.

“That tattoo, Eddie from Iron Maiden, yeah?” the bartender asked, indicating to the tattoo peaking out of Eddie’s white tank top with the sides hollowed out.

The spider was on full display as well as most of his other tattoos, so Eddie really wasn’t paying attention. “Yep! You a metal fan?”

“Hell yeah, man,” the bartender said cheerfully. “Would love to see Maiden in concert.”

He looked up and into the crystal blue eyes of Billy Hargrove. His blond hair had been died brown and his face clean shaven, different from the little mustache he wore back in Indiana.

“That would be the dream,” Eddie said with a winning smile. “But tickets are just so hard to get these days.”

“I know, right?” Billy replied. “You have to camp out for days and even then there is no guarantee you will get there before the scalpers.”

Eddie snorted and took a sip of his drink. “You’ve got that right.”

Billy tilted his head and regarded him a moment. “You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

Eddie pulled out a photo and slid it over. “And for the record, no one knows you’re here. Just me and you say the word, I won’t know you’re here either.”

Billy’s eyes went wide as he slowly picked up the picture. He let out a sound that was a cross between a whine and sigh of relief.

“Max,” he breathed. He looked up at Eddie. “Max sent you?”

Eddie nodded and then slid over his business card. “I can’t say I know why you ran or how you even got here, but seriously. I was about to throw in the towel.”

Billy picked up the card and a huff of laughter burst from him. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Oh god. That’s fucking hilarious and so on brand for Max.” He pocketed both the picture and the business card.

He wiped down the counter. “I just got on, but if you’re willing to hang around for a couple hours we can talk when I go on break.”

Eddie held up his glass and shook it with a grin. “Then you better keep ‘em coming!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Billy said with a laugh. He got another rum and Coke and set down in front of him.

Between other patrons Eddie and Billy talked about metal music and places Eddie had seen in Hawaii. Just keeping the conversation light so no one around them knew anything was out of the ordinary.

Finally Billy was allowed to go on break and Eddie followed him to an out of the way booth and slid in on the other side.

“It took a bit to remember you,” Billy confessed, fidgeting nervously. “I’d come to you for my weed and shit. So this is what you’re doing now? Fucking Magnum PI shit?”

Eddie snorted. “I wish it was that fun or thrilling, but no, it’s pretty boring shit for the most part. But hey at least I got a two week vacation paid for by a client so it’s not all bad.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Billy said with burst of laughter. “I guess being a PI in Buttfuck Nowhere, IN wouldn’t be as fun as it would be here in Hawaii.”

“Dude, I don’t know how you can stand it,” Eddie groused into his glass. “I have swamp ass like twenty-four/seven. It’s horrible. I want to go back to Indiana because at least the heat isn’t this.” He waved vaguely at the rest of the island.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s probably because I grew up in Southern California, but I love it here. I’m happy. I’ve got a girlfriend, my own place, a job I enjoy and waves to surf every morning, like this is it for me, man. I really, really do love it here.”

“So if you don’t mind me asking,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side. “Like why blow out of Dodge? Why Hawaii? How Hawaii?”

“That’s a lot of questions,” Billy said after laughing hard. “The why? I told my dad that I wouldn’t report him for abusing Max if he cut town after I did and Hawaii seemed like the farthest I could go with out needing a passport.”

“That makes sense, like holy shit,” Eddie replied. “Neil is a fucking piece of work. I had to talk to him when Max first hired me and believe me when I say I had to shower three times before I got the slick off my skin.” He paused for a moment. “Reminded me of my dad. A real asshole.”

Billy nodded, grimacing in sympathy. “As to how, that’s still something I’m trying to figure out, because it plays out like a Hollywood blockbuster, man.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, cocking his head to the side again as he regarded Billy. The other man was twisting in his seat nervously and picking at the label of his beer bottle.

“So there I was trying to hitchhike out Hawkins to at least get to Indy,” Billy explained. “And who should pull up in that fucking maroon Bimmer of his?”

“No fucking way!” Eddie said, leaning forward. “King Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?” When Billy nodded, he threw himself back against the seat. “Well, I’ll be damned. So he gave you a lift to Indy?”

“He did more than that, man,” Billy said shaking his head. “His parents had just kicked him out and he was on his way out of town himself. He gave me money to get on a plane to anywhere I wanted to go.”

“Why would he do that?” Eddie asked in confusion. “You two got on like water and oil, I would have expected for him to give you the bird as he flew past ya.”

“Well considering we were both sporting black eyes and split lips...” Billy said with a half shrug.

Eddie took that to his chest like a bullet direct to his heart. He sucked in a breath and it caught in his throat as tried to take that in. “And then what? He drops you off at the airport?”

“He was headed that way anyway,” Billy said with a smirk. “Even promised to send my Camero my way once he got settled.”

Eddie’s eyes were bulging out of his head now. It just seemed so surreal. “Let me guess, it wasn’t even a whole month before you got the call that it had arrived?”

“Try a week!” Billy crowed, shaking his head. “I always thought Harrington had more money than sense, but it was nice to get my car back. Had to give her a new paint job, but it was still nice to be able to get around to find a place to live and get a job.”

“You’re own guardian angel,” Eddie agreed. “How did you know that Neil would keep up his end of the bargain?”

“I’ve got a friend in Hawkins who calls me once a week,” Billy said with a shrug. “I have a tape with proof the abuse, so all I have to do is send it to them, and he’s as good as arrested and he knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to move back to California.”

Eddie shook his head. “He wants Max’s settlement money. But your pal Steve-o set up so not even Susan can touch it.”

Billy snorted. “So he’ll wait until she turns eighteen, that rat bastard.” He threw his head back and rolled his eyes.

“Give me the evidence,” Eddie said suddenly. “You’ll have kept up your half of the bargain, and get rid of the rat bastard. I can even say I found it looking for you and when I realized what I had I turned it over to the police.”

“You’d do that?”

“I like the kid,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Getting Neil as far from her as I could would ease a worry I have.”

“Yeah,” Billy said rubbing his chin. “Then once he’s been put away I could contact Max and let her know I’m okay.”

Eddie nodded. “Sounds like we have an accord.”

Billy grinned and shook his hand. “So we do!”

~

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[lukesandromeda]

gimme ur fav luke headcanons 😏

DATING l. castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

a/n: hi soleil it spooks me what u will do with this information but i also got so carried away with this for some reason and i did in fact not proofread it

• he’s a thief. so obviously as soon as you point out something in the store, uttering a quick “that’s pretty,” he’s nodding and pushing you along to go to another section of the store, mumbling something like, “sure is.” so as soon as you’re not looking he’s breaking the tag off the item and sliding it into his back pocket because he knows that if you were to see him, you’d scold him for his habit.

and when he hands it over to you later without an explanation, you’re asking, “how did you buy this?” and when he looks away nervously, you’re quick to lecture him about why what he did was wrong—but he doesn’t care; he gets to see the smile and appreciation from you.

• hearing constant “i’m so sorry” when he comes late to hang out with you. he’s the head counselor and has so many responsibilities to the point that even begging mr. d to let him go and hang out with his girlfriend will never work.

so when he finally does have the time to hang out, he’s exhausted—beads of sweat from sparring evident on his forehead as he takes the backpack he had slung over his shoulder and tosses it to the ground.

and he’s trying to give you as much attention as he can as he shares stories from his day with you, but his adhd’s getting to him and his eyes are so, so heavy and—you finally ask him if he just wants to go to sleep, and he’s jumping out of bed and changing into comfortable sleeping clothes.

soon he’s back in bed with you, comfortable and grateful enough that the few time he gets with you is not as stressful as what he had to deal with before.

• omfg sparring is the worsttttt with him. he makes you schedule two whole hours, yapping about something like, “i’ll just tell any other kids who wanna practice to wait until tomorrow,” and you’re telling him how it’s not fair for you to take that practice away from someone else, and he’s rolling his eyes and leaving your cabin after pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead and mumbling, “see you tomorrow.” when you do see him tomorrow, he’s already working on his footwork and smirks as you arrive. the next couple hours are brutal. there are no breaks. at that point, why did you even bring a water bottle?

because every time he has you pinned down and you’re grunting, your throat dry as you look over to your water, he tilts your head back to him with his sword and gives you a look that tells you to focus.

and every time he gets his touch on you, he’s ordering, “again.” he wins. “again.” he wins again. “again.” so many times that you repeat the same moves, and every time, his sword is lightly pressed against your chest and you’re muttering in surrender.

after the fifteenth time of hearing the word again, you drop your sword to the ground and shove him, knocking his sword out of his hands. you break down into tears of frustration, and he’s quick to explain to you that he’s not trying to make you angry—just teach you how to protect yourself.

• usually he’s the one to hold you in his arms and let you speak your mind; he’s usually your rock. but some nights, when maybe a new camper has gotten claimed, or maybe someone got a birthday gift from their godly parent, he’s laying in the crook of your neck as he suppresses his tears against the soft skin there.

he’s talking for hours, babbling about gods know what. you find yourself wondering: how did he go from talking about nick, his newest cabin mate, getting claimed as a child of apollo, to talking about what he would name a dragon? you didn’t mind, because at least now he’s not crying about his father and the stupid quest he’d sent him on.

eventually, after a long day of a fake smile and the stressful teaching of a six hour sparring class, he falls asleep, his last words of “i love you” resting on his lips.

• he’d been happy the entire night—the blue team, his team, had won capture the flag again. he’d had so much fun at the celebration afterwards, (or at least it seemed,) but now it’s time to get ready for bed. it’s 1:30 am, and you’re washing off your makeup in the bathroom mirror when luke comes in, reaching for another rag.

he stands next to you in the mirror, watching your reflection for a moment before his eyes flick over to himself. his jaw clenches, his eyes trailing up and down the left side of his face before he swallows and wets the rag.

he begins to wipe the dirt and grime off his face, slowing down when the cloth traces the scar on his cheek. he drops the rag in the sink and sniffles, walking out of the bathroom and into the bed. once you’re finished, you join him in your room and climb into the bed. you lay down, and he rolls over and rests his face in the crook of his neck.

you wonder why it feels weird for a moment, and then you realize he has his head tilted oddly so that the left side of his face is hiding in the crook of his neck. odd, you think, considering he’d been complaining about neck pain the day before. you lift his head up, hand tracing on his left cheek and he freezes, body tensing.

“luke?” you ask, your eyes searching for a reason to his odd behavior. you look at where your fingers are tracing; on the scar. you understand, and for a moment, you see his eyes fill up with tears.

you swallow and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his scar before resting your forehead against his. he closes his eyes with a pained expression. moments pass, and then he moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck again, but this time he doesn’t hide his scar.

[honeyhotteoks]

a little update on what’s been going on with me (sorry in advance for the rambling) and a little preview for the next chapter of across stardust~

thank you all for being so patient and kind (as you always are) between my posts, i know sometimes it takes me months to return to something and it means a lot to me that i get so many kind and encouraging messages in those periods of downtime. as far as what’s going on with me…. i’m doing okay, but have been working really hard on my mental health and on myself in general over the past year or so. recently though, things with my adhd have been pretty challenging, work has been overwhelming, and one of the tests i needed to pass for that job i unfortunately failed and need to retake. it’s just been one of those winters i guess, but i know that’s led to me posting less here and even less on twt. on top of that…. and i’m honestly a little nervous to even write this, my therapist and i have been exploring the possibility of an asd diagnosis, and if that’s something you’ve ever thought about or experienced yourself as an adult, you know it can be a lot and bring up a lot of emotions.

i don’t mean to come on here and emotionally word vomit, but i guess over the years that i’ve been writing i’ve always tried to be honest about what’s up with me and what that means for my writing and my readers, so i wanted to do that. as you can imagine, it’s just been a lot of things to process and i’m only really writing in short creative bursts right now as compared to before when it was pretty constant. i’m working on prioritizing my mental health, keeping myself regulated, and hoping that the creativity comes along with it.

as far as what that means for my work? things are coming, just slowly as per usual. however, this past week and weekend i hit a good stride with across stardust and i’m feeling pretty confident that chapter two is almost ready. i’m hoping to get some time to myself to finish it this weekend so i can post it early next week.

as a huge thank you to everyone who has sent me kind messages about this fic in particular, there is a preview under the cut of the next chapter. please note, this is full of spoilers, so if you’d prefer to wait, just don’t click under the cut.

thank you, i love you guys, and i hope you enjoy!!

across stardust chapter two; preview

…

You find a home for his coat in the entryway nestled on a hook next to yours, his shoes already placed neatly side by side with your sneakers. It looks so right, your life against his, and you let your fingers skate down over the back of his coat as you take it in, a smile pulling at your lips. He belongs here, in every way, and for the next three days you’d pretend his presence in your apartment was permanent, solid and immutable in the way it feels in your heart.

His coat, his shoes, and in a flash you see it all, flickers of a real life together. Toothbrushes, coffee cups, letters in the mail, his keys kissing yours in a dish by the door, books slotted together on the shelf, clothes tangled up in the laundry basket.

Your chest aches with need, but he just walked into your apartment for the first time, so you shake off those thoughts and turn to him, “What did you have in mind for tonight?”

“Honestly,” He grins, “being able to talk to you face to face is as far as I let myself get,”

“Way better than texting,” You smile back, “you want a drink? Beer? Wine?”

“Sure,” He nods, “Beer?”

You nod and take the two steps into the kitchenette to locate glasses and two cans of beer, calling over your shoulder, “Make yourself comfortable, are you sure you’re not hungry?”

”I’m okay,” You hear him settle onto the couch and it occurs to you that you’ve never had a man in your apartment, at least in the sense of a romantic partner. For years you were going to their places, strangely protective of your own little haven between these four walls, and yet with Yunho you feel comfortable enough already not just to let him inside, but to give him your door code without a thought.

You blink at the realization, almost letting his glass overflow onto the countertop as you pour. How strange the last few weeks have been, how different you already are.

“How long have you lived here?” Yunho asks, and you let the thoughts about what it all means fade into the background as you turn towards him.

“Um,” You do the math in your head, “a few years? Almost four now,”

“It’s a great place,” He says again.

You leave the two empty cans on the counter and cross the room towards him, “Yeah,” you nod, “It’s small, but it’s nice and accessible, and in this area anyways I really can’t beat the rent,”

“Mm,” He nods, “I wish I could say I know what you mean, but idol life is strange.”

“That’s right,” You nod, “you don’t pay for your place?”

You settle onto the small couch next to him as he answers, “It’s part of our contract so it’s provided, but if we were to leave the group before contracts are up we’d owe the money back,”

You grimace, “That’s terrible,”

He nods but it’s with a slight shrug, “Some companies are worse, KQ being small has its benefits in other areas so that’s never been much of a concern for us,”

“That’s good at least,” You nod, “and they treat us pretty well, all things considered.”

“Did you ever work anywhere else?” Yunho takes a sip of beer and makes a noise of satisfaction at the flavor.

You smile and tuck your legs under you, angling towards him on the couch, “After cosmetology school I worked at SM for about a year,”

“And?” He asks.

“Awful,” You groan, “The pay was terrible, and the schedules were worse. It felt like being an intern,”

“And then you came to KQ?”

You sip your beer, nodding as you do, “Iseul and I went to school together, she got me in as soon as a position opened up, really vouched for me considering I had a smaller portfolio than she did at the time,”

“I’m glad she did,” He smiles warmly.

“What about you?” You ask, “Was KQ your first choice?”

He turns towards you on the couch, his knees pressed against yours and he rests one arm on the back of your couch, “Not initially,” he admits, “but I had two other competing offers, and something just didn’t feel right about either. Then I met Hongjoong, and I guess you know, that’s it,”

“A little bit of fate,” You smile.

“Mm,” He nods, “fate, maybe luck, I don’t care what it was, I’m just happy to be with you now,”

Your cheeks heat a little, and you look down at the popping bubbles on the surface of your drink.

”I just wish it happened sooner,” He admits, his hand sliding over the cushions to touch your forearm.

You nod and look back up, “I know what you mean, but, maybe that’s another thing fate got right, maybe we’re finally ready for each other now.”

He laughs, “What was the word Iseul used? Skittish?”

You sigh, “Yeah, she’s not totally wrong. I used to have terrible taste in guys, or maybe I wasn’t comfortable opening up, I don’t know, but,”

Yunho gives your arm a gentle squeeze, “I get it,”

You cock your head, asking him a silent question.

“I’ve dated a bit,” He explains, “and I always thought maybe it was me, but no matter how nice or compatible someone was on paper it was just…”

“Dull?” You offer.

He nods, “Like I was sleepwalking through it,”

Your stomach bubbles with a nervous thrill, your chest constricting with anticipation, “And with me?”

His mouth turns up in a small smile, eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips and back again, “I’m more than awake with you.”

“Me too,” You confess.

It’s quiet for a moment, Yunho’s thumb sweeping a soft line over the veins in your wrist, and then he exhales and drops his glass off on the table.

“Yun?”

He smiles at the abbreviation of his name and takes your glass away too, “As much as I want to talk all night, and I do, I think I might actually die if I’m not touching you after all these weeks,”

He reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you over to his half of the couch. You squeak in surprise, bracing yourself with a hand on his chest and another on the cushions, but you end up pressed up against him and almost laying across his chest. Your body relaxes into him instantly, and Yunho lets out a relieved sigh. This, this is what you had been waiting weeks and weeks to feel again, the sureness of his body under your fingertips, the way your heart seems to slow and soothe with every touch.

“Anyways,” His voice cracks a little, a soft smile on his face, “you were saying,”

You’re nearly nose to nose, close enough to hear his breath, to feel the thump of his heart under your palm. His eyes flick over your face, his lips part, pupils dilating wider with every passing moment.

You try to remember where you were in the conversation, but with him so close and his hot hands on you, it’s all like a distant memory and you laugh lightly, “I have no idea,”

He grins, his hand brushing your face, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone, and then without a single conscious thought you’re surging forwards to press your lips to his.

[callmrmorrow]

rewatching invincible s2 right now and noticed some fascinating stuff about my goat, donald ferguson. especially in s2ep4, where he’s sort of figuring out that he’s kind of… not entirely human.

more specifically, how insanely detailed the tech he’s made of must be. in s1, this guy gets blown to bits. to our knowledge, this has happened at least 38 other times, all of which were followed by donald realizing he’s a robot, raging on cecil, and then learning that he willingly had his memory wiped… and then dying while saving others again. donald is a real and true hero, but there’s also something about harm reaction.

this metaphor is more commonly used to explain like… demand avoidance in adhd, where you can put your hand over a hot stove and even if you really WANT to push your palm down on it, your body won’t do it. it has a sense of internal self-preservation.

when donald is taking the switchblade to his arm to confirm that he still bleeds like a man, he hesitates. he doesn’t WANT to hurt himself; his robot body — and i’m pretty sure his brain is somewhat robotic, either that or cecil has clones of his brain courtesy of the mauler twins or something… — has a sense of self-preservation.

(or cecil programmed in safeguards to try and keep donald from spiraling over this again and again, but i don’t think he’s that way with donald. the guy isn’t a contingency, this guy is his friend — if not the closest thing he has to family.)

that self-preservation is a ridiculous thing to put in technology, along with an entire fake circulatory system. this isn’t even sinclair’s tech, which implies a genius — or a team of them — who can fucking make robots that are unaware that they are even robots, maintaining the traits of their human body and mind. (there is like no way the maulers didn’t have a hand in this dude, maybe the GDA has a mauler clone that they retrieved from a battle and reconditioned to help them out?)

but beyond that… he’s denied that self-preservation in almost 40 different instances, and continues to do so. donald is an INSANE character. he willingly has his memory wiped with the full knowledge that he will always be the guy on the front line, running in to save others.

give this man a MEDAL he’s like the real captain america here. incredible.

[smallpwbbles]

Haiiii!!!! I know I already asked a question but I still have alot of things I wanna know about you! Since not only are you talented your vary funny anyways here's my question

1. If you could meet any of the sonic voice actors who would you meet

2. Who's signature do you want the most from sonic

3. Who use to be your favorite in sonic and who is ut now

4. How do you keep yourself motivated to draw do you look through tiktoks or maybe look up stuff online I gotta know!

5. What's your favorite ship in sonic and which ship do you dislike?

That's it! I hope you can answer my questions! Sorry if this is pretty long I got excited ngl!

No prob I’m in the mode for questions!

1. Honestly it would be awesome to see anyone, I could have met Roger and Colleen at a con but I wanted to see Knuckles VA since he also voiced Pigsy from lmk and I wanted to just chat to him about it

2. Not sure if this is referring to the VAs to actual characters? If it’s VAs then same as first question and if it’s characters then I say Shadow. I would legit pay him to leave an imprint of his fist in my face.

3. Before it was Sonic, honestly it can still be Sonic on some days since he’s the character I’ve hyper fixated on since I was a kid but I can safely say ever since the year of Shadow ended it’s defo him.

4. Guuuurl I don’t even know how I’m doing it at this point, I had to stop taking my adhd pills since mid Jan cuz of all the health scares I’ve had and even then the demon in me cannot be contained it requires me to make art like I’m gonna. Also it’s just fun, there’s nothing more wonderful than doing something fun and it helping you live.

5. Fav ship atm is Knuxadow, least fav ship is any of the Tails ships with older cast members ESPECIALLY Sonic like cmon

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

I don’t normally comment about booktube here. But I’ve just seen a video and I have to get some comments off my chest.

This video was about e-readers. And while the person has a huge collection of books behind them, goes on to explain that e-readers are so unnecessary, cause they are expensive. And if you are going to buy an e-reader, just buy an iPad cause they are similar in price….

I’m sorry but in what world is an iPad and an e-reader the same price?? (Or yk other tablets of a similar nature).

This person goes on to talk about how e-readers can’t install apps like Libby etc…are we just going to ignore the e-readers that run on android?? That function like a regular phone just with an e-ink screen??

I honestly gave up watching this video cause this person just sounded like they were pretty single minded on the topic. So here’s my two cents.

Pro’s for an ereader: (at least in my case)

1. E-reader’s are amazing for portability. Physical books can get very heavy, and although I love them, I hate taking physical books out with me cause I’m terrified of damaging them.

2. Books in my country, are incredibly expensive. You can go to the bookstore, and end up spending $50 AUD and get 1-2 books depending on what you get. Hard covers are usually $40+! Paperbacks can range between $17-$40 also. And if it doesn’t get printed in Australia?? Good luck. The only way I could get Hunting Adeline was to pay $65. Because whenever I ordered it from Amazon at $35, from America, it would come absolutely obliterated because they don’t package it in anything but a basic plastic mailer bag. No protection at all.

3. E-readers are much better for your eyes and don’t have constant distracting notifications and people trying to ring you. I have weak eye muscles. Always have. I wear glasses for this. And I used to read on my phone cause it’s what I have with me while I was out. But once I got an e-reader, I realised just how bad my eye strain was from my phone. E-readers have seriously improved my reading stamina especially since mine has the orange light feature. It’s not like we all don’t have an internet or phone addiction anyway. At least according to statistics I’ve seen in the past. Majority of us are trying to spend less time on our phones and more time doing what we love. And e-readers absolutely help with that. (Much better for my ADHD too honestly.)

4. I live with roommates, I have very limited space. So big book collections is just not something that’s possible for me. I’d love to, but again, space and money.

5. E-readers have given me the opportunity to read books that I’d never be able to get. Because of space reasons, money reasons, and the fact that Australia just does not get the wide selection of books that other countries do. We miss out so much. Some books, we have to wait YEARS for, while everyone else gets them on release dates. My e-reader has been such a huge investment for me, as well as an opportunity maker to give me the option to read books I’d never be able to get other wise.

I will clarify this by saying yes, I do have an iPad. But that was a gift. I didn’t buy it for myself. My mother very graciously bought it for me with her inheritance money. She went out of her way to make sure I had a good working device for university. That iPad was over $2,000 aud. My e-reader?? $250!!! HUGE price difference. And it has helped me save so much money in the process. Cause if I read the ebook, and don’t like it, that’s okay, refund. If I do??? Then I can absolutely go out and hopefully track down a physical copy. If that’s not possible?? I still have the digital version. That I can enjoy over and over.

No, I’m not ignoring the cons to do with DRM, and companies censoring ebooks, not at all. But I feel like either way there is still more pros then what this person was giving e-readers credit for. She sounded privileged honestly, she may not have a use for e-readers. But to be saying that you don’t need one, and that they are completely unnecessary….its just incorrect.

I haven’t even touched on how e-readers help others with disabilities to be able to access books. I have a friend for example that has been very unwell for many years now. And because of this, she has fatigue and strength issues. She at one stage could barely hold a book. But once she got her kindle, she was so over joyed cause she could finally enjoy books again. Kindles are so light, they have stands etc. It honestly reminds me of the people that say audiobooks arnt counted as reading and you shouldn’t do it. Sure, let’s just alienate all the people that can’t read or have vision impairment right? (For clarity, I’m being sarcastic.) Or how about all the cultures that past on the culture, history, legends etc all by word of mouth?? For centuries, way before anyone invented written script. But that’s a whole other tangent I can go off about later.

If e-readers arnt for you, that’s totally fine. But to say no one has a need for them, because physical books exist, is just closed minded. Just because you have the privilege of a huge book library and may not have use of an e-reader, doesn’t not mean that other people don’t have a great use for them.

Anyway, that’s my rant. I don’t like ranting online. But this just frustrated me so much. No hate to this person personally, I just think they weren’t open to the possibilities of how these devices are used and fulfil needs for other people that live differently.

If you read this, cool! I hope you have a good day. And enjoy reading what you are currently 💝

[mrmilomoo]

The Evil Ingrained Within the Scars of His Mind

Simon Ghost Riley x Female Reader

18+ MDNI, trigger warnings for angst, dark! Ghost, non-graphic non-con, and brief mentions of PTSD, abuse, and Simon’s traumatic backstory. Dead dove, do not eat.

A/N: Heed the warnings. I am not responsible for the content you consume on the internet. Would love to make this into a series but I’m not sure my ADHD and commitment issues would allow such a thing.

Anyways, my heart longs to write devastating angst, but my mind refuses to create anything but nasty smut.😔

I want to hurt Simon so bad. I want to make this big, scary man break down crying like a little bitch.

I want to write about him suffering from the lasting effects of his trauma.

Horrific nightmares where he’s trapped six feet deep in the coffin with a corpse and forced to dig himself out again.

The irrational paranoia and hyper-vigilance that torments him every waking hour of the day and can only be quelled with violence and hard liquor.

Disturbing intrusive thoughts of hurting the people he cares about in grotesque ways.

I want to write about him seeing a pretty, little bird he fancies in a pub and having to fight the intrusive thought and impulsive urge to bend her over the bar and brutally take her apart on his cock. If his mind stopped there it wouldn’t be so bad. If his psych wasn’t shot to shit from the abuse from his father, the torture he experienced at the hands of Roba, and the atrocities he’s seen and committed in all his years in the special forces his mind probably would stop there.

It never does.

He can’t even have a relatively normal sexual fantasy about a pretty bird. His fucked up mind twists his fantasies and desires into something absolutely vile. A vile manifestation of his trauma that forces his cock to get hard at the thought of forcing his gross cock into a weak, defenseless thing. Leaning down to lick the salty tear off her soft cheek as he ruts his hips into her ass and listens to her cry and beg him to stop. Patrons of the pub watching on in either horror, lust, or a combination of the two as they witness the beast of a man fuck the poor girl senseless into the grimy bar top against her will.

It’s one of the many reasons Simon hates going to public places. Why he hates the forced leaves from duty. At least while he’s on base or the field he can busy his mind. Keep himself distracted and his mind out of the gutters of hell. If he has to go on leave, he prefers to keep himself locked away in his sad excuse of an apartment. Only contacting the outside world to order takeout. Baseline nutrition to sustain him as he spends his days wasting away, numbing his tormented mind with bourbon and seeking out temporary spikes of dopamine by smoking cigs and rubbing his cock raw.

It’s been over a decade since he’s last had a bird on his cock. Not out of choice, but instead a forced chastity born out of his suffering. He can’t stomach it. He’d rather deal with the burning of his throat, lungs, and cock than try to stomach the way the disturbing intrusive thoughts and urges make him feel. They make him feel like a monster.

They make him feel like he truly is his father’s son.

[gothicflowers]

Listen, Alex has been consuming my brain for weeks. It’s a whole issue (it’s not an issue, I love it really). So can I get something that’s maybe a little darker with him? Doesn’t have to be too dark, just maybe showing that side that isn’t the golden retriever we all love. Maybe a little more of that something that makes him such a good CIA operative.

Something protective/possessive perhaps? Can be NSFW or not, totally up to you.

Also, I hope you’re doing well! I know what it’s like to just need a distraction and get out of your head for a bit 💙

(MDNI +18)

Sorry this took me forever but I’ve been fighting waves of ADHD paralysis that even my meds cant fight. And I’m doing a little better, not fully healthy but I’m getting there❤️

ALEX KELLER IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER.

At least that’s what he lets you see.

Because he doesn’t want you to know how dark and dirty he can be. Your family is fully convinced that he is the perfect man, which he truly is. Always getting you flowers and planning dates or small getaways. You clearly won the lottery with Alex. You see Alex as a night in shining armor, a kiss from the stars.

But Alex sees you as the dusk sky, beautiful colors that light up the sky before the light disappears. Soft delicate hands to hold, no blood or dirt under your nails. Your voice is the crackling of a fireplace in deep December snow that warms his soul. You’re the flower that blooms from the spring frost after he tills the ground with his bare hands.

Alex has fought for too long and shed too much blood in the name of justice and peace for anything to take away the one pure thing the universe owes him. You.

But sometimes dispute all his training and good intentions you see small glimmers of what Alex could be if he didn’t keep himself in check. Sometimes it’s in the way you end up bent over the counter with his fingers laced tightly in your hair as he rants on about this little bitchy attitude you’ve had since you woke up. He knows you love it and it feeds a dark pit of control that burns for you. Every thrust making you gasp. All Alex can grunt out of his gritting teeth is MINE. MINE. MINE. And is he gonna let you come? No. Not unless your pretty little eyes are welling with lust and love filled tears begging to cum. He’ll eventually let go of your hair and hold you by the jaw and let you confess that you just needed some dick, and he’s the only one that can satisfy your craving. Such a sweet thing, such perfection, so delicate.

Alex doesn’t mind letting other guys how possessive he can get. He didn’t like that guy that keep trying to dance with you at the bar. It’s surely a coincidence that guy slipped and hit his head on the sink. Other times it’s simply staring them down with a look that even Simon wouldn’t mess with.

When your ex tried to weasel their way back into your heart they abruptly stopped. They sent flowers, chocolates, jewelry, everything they could think of to win you back. You figured they finally got the message that you didn’t want them. But in reality your ex came home to a large envelope packed full of evidence of everything they’ve ever done, things you never knew about. Paired with a simple note “leave what is mine alone or else”.

Alex never wants you to know about what he truly does. Would you ever hold his hand again knowing how blood stained they are? Would those soft lips still say I love you? Despite his pure intentions he knows not all of his orders he’s been given were good. So he just tells you he works in surveillance. It eases your mind thinking he’s hiding on a roof somewhere, not down in a gunfight.

When he comes home after an extended time away you’re distraught with worry that he lost his leg. You will die never knowing the truth about what went down that day.

It’s not always that he wants to keep you in the dark, but sometimes it’s just truly classified information that you can’t know. And shouldn’t, it would give you nightmares. This man could rewrite history books if he shared what he knows.

Alex keeps hidden security cameras around the house. You don’t even realize they’re installed. He’s got extensive knowledge of technology and he used it to his advantage. He’s very good about keeping you a secret from his job but sometimes on those late nights he just needs to see you sleeping peacefully at home. And yes there is a tracker on your phone. Can’t lose track of his sweet little angel.

Everyone highly underestimates him. Too soft hearted, too eager, too naïve. The way his eyes darken and chest heaves as he stands covered in someone else’s blood shocks a room of experienced soldiers. A version of a man they rarely see, a version of a man you don’t know. Yet that version of him is who checks the house when he hear something at night. The version who corrects people who speak to you rudely. The version that growls in your ear from behind as your bodies tangle. The version who got rid of all of your problems. The Alex that will pull the earth apart and unleash hell to create a heaven on earth for you alone.

Alex is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

[able-remedious]

Random Ideas and Headcanons of Trolls 3 that just pop into my head

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Troll Character Headcanons:

Branch is at the autism spectrum

Poppy might as well have ADHD

Viva might get random moments where she thinks of her trama and just sits/stands there with a blank face expression

Branch’s brothers totally regret not being there for Branch’s most important moments in his life

Like his birthdays, every year they’d probably wish Branch a happy birthday even though they aren’t there

And now they might wanna go over puberty with him 🤣

I’m pretty sure all the PutPut Trolls were kids and teens when they found the golf course

And there families that made it assumed they were dead

King Peppy and all the other trolls definitely made an oath to never mention the trolls that didn’t get threw the tunnels so that the next generation wouldn’t be sad or traumatized by it

Either Peppy had Poppy an Viva asexually or he had a wife that supposedly died or disappeared

Spruce would totally play a different version of the birthday song to one of his kids when they wake up on there birthday

Branch’ a parents died by Bergens possibly a few months or even weeks after his birth

Clay is Viva’s shoulder to cry on when she vents or just needs to let it out

Mount Rageon Headcanons:

I first headcanoned that Velvet was an older twin and I was right

But probably not right on the twin thing

Veneer was your regular queer theater kid

Velvet is at least one year older than Veneer

Velvet is a bisexual or lesbian and she just denies it

Veneer will try to improve his singing voice in jail

He would totally get out early for good behavior

If every Mount Rageon watched Bluey, they would love it

Venner’s favorite character would be Bingo

Velvet’s would be Muffin

Every 80s-90s celebrity you can think of has a Mount Rageon counter part

They have no idea about gen z slang

I thought one time that they would be like those dolls with the limbs you can pull off and put back on again

like it would be something like this

Velvet: Veneer! Give me a hand with this!

Veneer: *takes off and throws his own hand*

Velvet: not what I meant

[realhumangay]

If you do watch young royals please blog all abt it bc we've all watched it 73 times at least and it would be lovely to see it again through a fresh pair of eyes

let’s see how this goes! i’m watching it with my flatmate so can’t binge it the way i would like, but one episode down and i am Hooked.

first of all, let me just get this out the way, who gave omar the permission to be so pretty??? incredibly rude, having an identity crisis over him, stand by please

second, it’s already way more political than i was expecting it to be and i love!! had to look away from the initiation scene, already hate august, ew, but then also i feel it’s such a good depiction of boarding schools and i love that they’re making it so grotesque…cause it is. i’m from the uk so maybe what i know is slightly different, but so far, p similar 🙃

“dad im gay” ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“also adhd but that’s not as unusual” ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

i might’ve butchered those lines i can’t be bothered to look them up properly but if you’ve all watched it 73 times im sure you know what i mean

i think that’s it for ep1, i’m obsessed, i’m scared, hope this was fun for you guys ahahah

[slytherinlives]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanon’s

Sebastian Oliver Sallow (something about his initials being SOS tingles my brain. [also consider, Anne Olivia])

Birthday will change depending on the plot of the story I’m writing but I heavily consider him a September/October baby

Bisexual (pretty self explanatory)

Bookworm. This boy loves to read anything and everything. He doesn’t care what it is and always takes up the opportunity to learn something new.

He is very smart and intelligent when it comes to academics and general knowledge, but is completely oblivious to social cues.

Patronus is a fox. They’re mischievous and sly animals that are known to be tricksters. This also applies to animagus form.

Has ADHD. He struggles to sit still and has specific ticks like bouncing his knee, twirling his quill or wand, pacing back and forth or drumming his fingers. Anything to exude excess energy and keep his hands or legs occupied while he thinks.

Has BPD. He experiences his emotions in excess and will lash out by saying hurtful things or doing hurtful actions without realizing in the moment he’s even doing/saying it and after the fallout he becomes very apologetic and remorseful. (I have an entire thesis on this hc that I can go way more in depth as to why I think this based on canon material shown/given that I will gladly share, but for the sake of this list I won’t.)

Has Asthma. He’s a wheezy boy running through the highlands and swimming in lakes.

Soft tum, round bum. He has defined arm and shoulder muscles from all the dueling and farm work around Feldcroft, but this boy has a little pudgy belly. Also all that running around the highlands and climbing the multiple sets of stairs around the castle exploring, boy has a cake for sure.

HIP DIVOTS HIP DIVOTS HIP DIVOTS

Certified Yapper. He will talk about anything and everything he finds remotely fascinating or annoying. Also certified complainer. He will make sure to let everyone know about how a minor inconvenience made him feel.

Would play quidditch but only because he enjoys a good competition and a way to blow off steam. Would also help him expend all the pent up energy he held in during classes all day. Would be a beater or chaser.

Loyal and protective over those close to him. He would do everything he can to ensure the safety and happiness of his friends and he would always have their back no matter what.

Curse breaker, healer or professor careers are the ones he would excel the most in. Curse breaker because he can put all the knowledge he learned about the dark arts and various curses to use. Healer because he can again, put all that knowledge of curses and maladies to use and help vindicate his inner desire to find a cure, that even if he wasn’t able to do it for Anne, he could at least do it for someone else. Professor because he loves to learn new things but enjoys teaching them even more. He would thrive in teaching students how to cast new spells and dueling techniques. I also imagine it would help him feel a little closer to his parents that he secretly misses more than he’d ever admit out loud.

Messy eater. Not for the lack of manners, but because he gets so excited over food and topics of conversation that he forgets his mouth is full or he's holding something when talking with his hands.

Inherited his freckles and curly hair from his mother. He gets his compassion and bookish tendencies from her too, while his ambition and temper are traits from his father.

Troublemaker. He likes to goof around and pull pranks or break the rules, but only for a bit of fun. He would never do anything to intentionally harm someone else.

Petrified of spiders. I mean can you blame him? Those things are twice his size.

After the deep dive into the dark arts he developed a heavy sense of self loathing and deprecation. Often thinking he’s undeserving of kindness or love. He tries his best to be better and move on but always has that doubt looming over him.

His love language is physical touch. He gets super clingy and whiney when his partner tries to leave and will pout about it until he can hold them again. On the flipside, if he’s stressed, angry or upset, then a small act of holding his hand or giving a hug will instantly lift his mood. (He would prefer to cuddle though so he can pull them close and hold them tightly)

Has a fear of abandonment. After facing so much loss and grief as a child, he constantly fears everyone he gets close to will leave him.

Was a hat stall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. His mother was a Ravenclaw and he would have loved to feel closer to her by sharing a house, but Anne was sorted into Slytherin before him and he didn’t want her to be alone. He was still satisfied with the decision because his father was a Slytherin and he still got to feel close to one of his parents.

Hates the smell of whiskey and bourbon because it reminds him of Solomon. (His uncle was an angry drunk)

Would have children but the stress and panic of impending fatherhood would stress him out and worry him due to thinking he wouldn’t be a good parent. Circling back to his deep rooted feelings of unworthiness and guilt over past actions and never having a decent father figure to learn from other than fading memories from early childhood. Would probably feel like he’s failing when he can’t fix his child’s problems or calm them down during a tantrum.

Has an intense fear of death that if someone close to him was facing it then he would turn the world upside down to find a way to prevent it. This stems from his fear of abandonment.

Self isolates when he’s upset (counter point, takes his anger out on a training dummy by unleashing his frustration through spell casting)

Loves to rile up others for the sake of finding amusement in their frustration. His favorite classmates to pick on are Leander Prewett and Garreth Weasley. He’s not a bully, just enjoys the banter. “Boys will be boys” behavior.

Speaking of bullies, he hates them. He would go out of his way to step into a situation where he sees another classmate/friend being picked on in a hostile manner.

Would also step in to protect someone from unwanted advances.

Loves to research and spend his free time in the library, but will procrastinate his homework until a few hours before it’s due.

Would thrive off the feeling from showing off his partner to the world, making everyone know they’re together. But would prefer to keep their personal lives more private. Everyone knows they’re together but no one knows what they get up to.

Would go out of his way to plan elaborate dates or trips filled with multiple locations and food.

Is weary of thestrals because they remind him of all the loss he’s faced but finds a strange sort of comfort in them as well

Loves nifflers because they’re just as mischievous as himself

Does the sniff test on a shirt before wearing it

Has various piles of his belongings strewn about that would look messy or disorganized to someone else but he knows precisely where everything is

Is not a morning person. He’s pushing the “five more minutes” luck until inevitably running late.

Is very punctual to things he wants to attend but drags his time to things he’s dreading so he spends as little time as possible there.

Carries a pocket watch that belonged to his father

Has a ring that belonged to his mother that he would only give to the person he’s absolutely sure about marrying.

18+ HC: because he has to spend most of his life in control of every situation, he would relish in the idea of letting someone else take the reins in the bedroom. Although he would struggle with the thought of letting himself be cared for and would grapple with trying to control that too. (Dom/Sub switch depending on his mood)

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-four: dry humping

>>> hawks that’s it that’s the post!!

>>> starring: keigo takami x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: ur just so submissive n breedable he can’t help it, mild exhibitionism, no aftercare, mating press, creampie. >>> wc: 2.1k i’m sorry my LAPTOP >>> event masterlist

keigo is a busy—and forgetful—man. he forgot his lunch at home at least twice a week, though you were beginning to think it was just so you would get all prettied up and make your way to his office to bring it to him.

you do it every time, knowing without a doubt that your hero would work straight through lunch if he wasn’t looking at it sitting on his desk. between running his own agency and reporting to the hpsc and his sidekicks and the media—taking care of himself was the last thing on his mind. thank goodness for his lovely little lady who always made sure he slept and showered and ate. he would definitely be in ruin if it wasn’t for you. you were more than he deserves; soft, sweet, and so, so, sexy. you certainly knew how to ease the stress in his life and solve the ache in his heart.

and apparently, the rumbling in his stomach.

you always took special care of your appearance anytime you visited hawks at his agency. you don’t know why, necessarily, but you felt the need to look your best when you strut to the top floor of his prestigious building. maybe it’s your way of showing off, maybe you just want him to feel proud of his choice. either way, you put on your cutest dress and do your makeup in the style that he likes, packing his bento and dutifully walking to his office.

keigo noticed about halfway through his commute to work that he left his lunch at home. he could easily fly back to the house and pick it up, he wouldn’t even be late for his morning patrol given his quirk—but! he knows you’ll bring it. it’s a thursday and he hadn’t forgotten it all week—he didn’t want you thinking that he didn’t wanna see his girl during the work day now. he looked forward to his break today, smiling a little wider as he flew towards his agency with the knowledge that his little dove would be stopping by to spend it with him.

the first half of the day passes rather hectically—though that was considered normal in his experience. he was short in sidekicks today but not short on missions that needed to be completed. he had to cover more ground than usual because of it and he had to do an interview right before your unscheduled but definitely scheduled arrival.

but as soon as he hears the cute little heels he bought you clink against the tile of his agency, he’s nearly cured. the headache he was developing eases, tunnel vision clearing up and his brow relaxing visibly at the sight of you.

“little dove!!!” he chirps, a few of his feathers taking the bento off your hands like you were carrying some heavy load.

“you forgot your lunch again, keigo. if you want me to eat lunch with you, all you have to do is ask.” you give him a knowing look, lifting your leg so you could take a little seat on the corner of his desk. he smiles at you with the utmost admiration the entire time—gold avian eyes glowing with soft affection, though your yellow sundress was definitely darkening his thoughts the longer he stared at the sweetheart neckline.

“asking takes all the fun out of it, little bird.” he leans forward, kissing the tip of your nose before going back to the mess of papers scattered around. you can tell it’s been a long day already—his shifty eyes and fidgeting hands shuffling over endless blurs of words that he needed to organize before he allowed himself to get distracted with you.

you roll your eyes at both his response to you and his adhd style mess that somehow made perfect sense to him. you pry the lid off the top of his bento, unstacking the little boxes to prepare to force feed him if necessary. you toss your hair over your shoulder, sliding off the desk to bend over his lap with your offering. he pretends to not notice what you’re doing—but you don’t understand. he has to. you basically have your tits in his face and he’s so stressed out that just the sight of his soft, warm pillows have him ready to risk it all. he can smell your sweet perfume, some of your stubborn hair still tickling his stubble-covered jaw.

“keigo…” you raise your brow, his gaze trained on your cleavage makes it clear that he was just lost in thought, not in paperwork. not that you cared—you thought his workload was ridiculous and that he was much harder on himself than he deserved. “you need to eat.” you huff, and your tone snaps him out of his dirty day dreams. he leans forward and takes the food off your extended chopsticks, smiling up at you innocently.

“wanna eat you instead.” he pouts, swiftly turning your wrist so you wouldn’t be able to hold onto the chopsticks before tugging you into his lap. you would chuff at such a cheesy reply—especially given his usual creativity, but he doesn’t give you the chance. he’s feeling at the fat of your hips, letting his face fall forward into the swollen mounds of your breasts. you giggle at the feeling of his scruff against your flesh, wet lips tracking over your chest. that feels far less funny, especially as his hands slide to your waist and back to your thighs; you find yourself arching into him and panting softly, trying to keep your volume down.

he just couldn’t help himself. you were such a relief in more ways than one, and he needed you to work your magic. it felt like he was the magician though, his hand moving further north to ghost over your cunt, your dress hiked up enough for him to tell his little dove isn’t wearing any underwear. how thoughtful of you, truly. it seems to him you wanted to relieve him too—of course his sweetness would.

your fingers knit in his hair as he cups your exposed pussy—warm and already slick for him. he grins a bit, looking up at you with his same love-filled gaze. he guides your need down on his lap—making your clit catch on his pants so deliciously your cheeks warm. he was biting his lip at the cute way you tug on his hair and struggle to be quiet.

“keep it down, pretty. don’t wanna get hawks in trouble, yeah?” he taunts a little—all part of his relief, you know. watching you wrestle to control yourself was so adorable, he just had to see more. his hands speed you up as his other hand pulls down the neckline of your sexy little dress.

you nod eagerly, hips humping up into him in order to chase that addicting burn in your stomach. you knew he’d give it to you—he wasn’t that mean, but he certainly wanted to see you squirm. you bite down on your lip to muffle your whines, feeling the intensity claw at your lungs to leave you gasping as softly as you could manage. he grins, a smug expression of his control over you as you nod vigorously—a silent sign that you were about to reach your end.

he nods to permiss it, eyes trained on how your fat tits bounce with your stuttering hips. he flickers up to watch your face, your mouth hung open in a perfect o—complimenting your crossed eyes. he chuckled a little, leaning up to kiss over your chest and wrap his arms around you with a knowing look.

“aw, my lil dove could hardly hold it together!” he giggles, the imprint of his dick shifting against your sensitive slit as he stood.

“mhm, ‘s hard to be quiet for you daddy.” you nod in agreement, pouting at him while securing your hold around his neck.

“poor baby—let’s go to the roof so you can be as loud as you want..” he purrs despite his avian nature. you bite your lip at the suggestion, just as riveting and tempting as the first time he offered to take you up there.

“need more of you—don’t care where.” you kiss at his jawline, only making his wings twitch with excitement for you. then the wind is whipping through your hair as keigo takes you to ‘his v.i.p. lounge.’

he lands smoothly as always, the blanket he leaves up for his lunch breaks with you serving as the barrier between your near naked form and the cool tile lurking beneath. he’s got you on your back instantly, shrugging out of his jacket and working on his belt with great haste. he’s focused on your impatient body, the slick coating your thighs and the light hickies he placed earlier combined with your needy face and spread legs had him fumbling to get his dick in you as soon as humanly possible. his pants drop to his knees and he pulls your hips forward, playing around in the mess he’s made of you. you whine at his teasing, shaking your head with a pout.

he chuckles, pushing your knees up to your ears as he sinks into your waiting cunt. his head falls back at how you fit around him. there was no pussy like this in the entire world, and he would fuck you like it.

“gah—ah~” you moan out at the weight of him nestled inside your body—the perfect movements he settled into to build that fire in your gut again, and this was just the beginning; two of his feathers flocked to your chest to rub against your perky nipples.

your back arches at the sensation, and he begins to fuck into you harder. you’re so intoxicating to him, you’re perfect and pliant nature—your stunning face and even more beautiful soul had him by the balls.

and then his phone rings. he groans, sending it to voicemail with a click—rutting against your womb at a pace most men would falter in. but then they call back, and he realizes that it has to be important. he listens to the voicemail message—and his suspicions were right. emergency in kyoto.

“gotta make this quick, darlin’. got some trouble a little bit away…gonna be a good girl and let me use my pretty pussy?” he asks, tossing his phone over his shoulder. you nod, his pace hadn’t slowed even while he was listening to the call, making you

a pile of mush already. you would let him do anything to you, and you weren’t sure he’d even have to ask.

“knew you would. so good for me to use.” he coos to you, languidly dragging his cock through your walls. you can feel every ridge of his dick, hitting every spot almost magically. your head rolls along your blanket, screaming for him just like he wanted. you can tell he’s working hard to finish—to fuck you and then go do his job, sweat beads along his hairline, pearly teeth digging at his lip. “geez you’re such a good sleeve for daddy. want to be full, little dove?”

he doesn’t know where to look. your gorgeous cunt sucking him in, your perfect tits bouncing in time with every brutal slam of his hips to your ass. how would he choose? how about your mouth forming perfect prayers of his name or your eyes rolling back in your head as he pins you down and makes you take it.

“fuck—daddy! please—“ you were so close, on the precipice of something intense and earth shattering. this wasn’t like earlier, the fire was uncontrollable and you couldn’t hold it much longer.

“gonna cum baby girl—just like that, fuck yeah.” he pants, guiding your hips forward to meet his insane thrusts. he spills his load, stilling his hips before you could tip off that precious precious edge—and you knew immediately he did it on purpose. you were his relief, he had to hurry! but don’t worry, keigo won’t leave you wanting for long.

he leans over to give you a quick smooch, tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his belt, giving you that same smug grin as he reaches for his jacket.

“lunch was delicious babe. dinner will be even better, i’ll see you at home!!” he coos, pecking your lips once more for good measure before he’s just a flash of scarlet in the clouds.

you’re still reeling, head spinning from denial and the feeling of his seed pearling down your legs. once you’ve finally got your breath, you’ve rationalized his departure. you knew he had a crazy day today—it really wasn’t his fault. plus, he was going to make it up to you when he got off tonight. but…wait a minute.

how the fuck are you getting off this roof?