#akskdkfk

[rejoiceandcomplain]

I love love. I love lesbians. I love sapphic love. and I love my girlfriend.

[paceywittergayboatman]

I've been the Archer....

[donutcats]

au where norrie wakes up from being ghostlocked somehow and eventually she goes to london to spend time with lucy (because lucy can only stay so long in her old village before feeling like she wants to rip her own skin off) and lucy introduces her to the boys and its really just an outsider pov of the way the house tends to work. norrie witnessing their haphazard schedules for the next week, the way they slot in time for each other if they’re busy doing solo work. it’s the way norrie watches how seamless lucy fits into this new life. the way they juggle around the kitchen table during meal time or pass around a book before anyone gets a chance to actually ask after it.

it’s the way norrie had to sit and watch lockwood meticulously peel an orange during breakfast, as he kept the conversation alive so easily but never once ate any of the slices. and she was going to question it, at the least ask if she could steal one if he wasn’t going to eat them, but then lucy was there, slumping into the seat next to him, and lockwood had so gently passed her the plate of peeled orange slices. as if it were such a normal occurrence.

norrie is starting to realize that it is. little acts of service, reminders that they care in an unspoken sort of way. doing things for each other without ever bringing any attention to it. it’s maddening to witness but she thinks she kind of understands. only barely and only because she loves lucy so much.

[kate-m-art]

Been forever since I've shared anything for my cryptid blorbs so yeahhh ajskdl some sketches of Link and Zel, concepts for skvader blupees and reimagining of majoras mask keatons, and one with tiny Link and his pa ♡ Was looking through old posts the other day and don't think I've shared any backstory for these guys so akdkf I'll put some under the cut TvT

So uhh forget how much I've said but basic concept for the AU and why Link and Zel are monsters is because they were given too much power from their patron goddesses (Nayru for Zelda and Farore for Link.) Mortal Hylian bodies weren't created to possess divine power and being touched by it in such a raw state warped them.

Setting for the AU is the downfall timeline, when the goddesses seem distant and most all monsters are seen as evil and dangerous. Friendly Zora are a thing of the past, Goron's are scarce, and the sight of monsters and creatures near a village fills it with fear.

Link grew up in this kind of small village. His family never had much but they made it day to day and were all very close. Link's the oldest of 4 and has 3 younger sisters who all love him a lot. He's close with all of them, but especially the youngest, Avalina, who he's sort of taken under his wing. Link is very fond of music and pretty skilled with his ocarina, something he picked up from his dad (who taught him everything he knows.) The guys never been the most comfortable with words, he has a mild stutter, but his music speaks where he struggles to. It's something he would have loved to pursue further but since his dad passed, he's felt responsible for his ma and sisters and had been working really long hours to do his best making sure they're taken care of.

Things changed for him as word started spreading about rising monster attacks through the kingdom. Links village was so remote and he was so caught up in day to day life he didn't pay the rumors much mind, just continued working himself thin and stealing away to the forest outside the village occasionally for solitude and a few moments to lose himself in his music and clear his head. He probably should have been paying more attention though because one night, deep in the forest, alone, and where no one could hear him scream he was attacked by moblins. As he was lying on the brink of death, Farore intervened. She's the most impulsive of her sisters, and as goddess of the forests, life and winds she had taken notice of Link, his gentle soul and appreciation of her work. She couldn't stand the thought of him being lost so young and breathed life back into him. It came at a cost though, Links hylian body couldn't handle such direct contact from the goddess and when he came to,, he didn't recognize what he'd become as an amalgamation of the goddesses power. Deer features from forest life, wings that could master the winds, his own face and hands intact to keep the ability to play, and the mark of the goddess seared onto his forehead so anyone could see she'd claimed him as her own.

Link couldn't stand the thought of his loved ones seeing him alive this way and figured they were better off assuming he'd passed so they could move on. Ashamed of what he had become, he resigned himself to his fate of being tied to the forest, another one of the lost woods' enchanted creatures.

Zelda's plight is a bit different. Her parents both passed when she was young and the kingdom is waiting for her to come of age to be queen. She's done her best to prepare for the role, learning all she can from within her palace under strict supervision. She could tell though that her advisors, regents, and the kingdom at large viewed her as young and weak. With word of growing unrest in the kingdom and rumors about the return of an ancient evil, she knew she needed to establish herself before her position and Hyrule as a whole crumbled. She prayed endlessly to her patron goddess, and eventually her pleas for blessing, strength and wisdom were granted but not in the way she was hoping. After much consideration, knowing it would come at a steep cost, the goddess of wisdom and waters gave in and began to give the princess an abundance of her power.

Like Link though, Zelda got more than she asked for; she began to notice more and more changes, shortness of breath and thirst giving way to scales and gills. With growing panic she started to realize if she didn't act fast, if too many caught on to what was happening to her, everything she had worked for to try to establish herself and gain her castle and kingdoms trust would be for nothing.

[zoya-nazyalenskys]

if that dude in the new agatha show ends up being billy kaplan i might have to get back into the mcu 😔

[crazylittlejester]

my sister mentioned your wars orange headcanon the other day and i like totally forgot to mention about it to you

this is when i realised i do not know al lot about your orange wars headcanon, i’m very sorry 😔

YOUR SISTER? i am always so shocked when siblings share the same interests because me and my sister are polar opposites 😭

The oranges Wars headcanon I basically just that I hc he’s got a LOT of food anxiety because of assassination attempts with poison (based on my own fear of cross contamination because of my allergies), so oranges are his safe food because while yes, its not impossible to poison an orange, the extra barrier is comforting. Its reached the point of irrationality almost, in his mind oranges will always he safe simply because he NEEDS them to be, or else when the anxiety gets to him he wont be able to eat at all. He does know oranges COULD be poisoned, but he’s telling himself that’s impossible akskdkfk and so far he’s yet to be poisoned that way so his dependence on his oranges is just growing

He’s very silly, and he deserves good fruits

[dimdiamond]

For the Playlist thing: number 33?

On an unrelated note, I really appreciate your dedication to reblogging "Captain it's Wednesday" every single week

Keep up the good work :)

Akskdkfk thank you 🥺💖 the meme has literally saved my time sense I kid you not (and it's always relatable) and I'm glad you're not fed up with it lol.

Ok no 33:

Don't you worry, I'm right here

It's not the end, it's never

Don't go

I know I pushed you to before

Don't go

I'll never make it on my own

Sorry but went angsty

BUT HE'S SAVED (once again)

[painsandconfusion]

Hey I liked Elias way before I knew what he looked like.

Now you've brought back the pain :(

Akskdkfk I’m so sorry-

[fr0stbearer]

my wife btw i gave her a ring pretending that's like a ring finger slot AKSKDKFK

[rejoiceandcomplain]

this. yeah.

[lalunanymph]

AKSKDKFK RIVER PLEASE THE FIRST MEME I LOVE IT SM 😭😭😭😭 SUGAR D*DDY REO IS SO SEXY AND PATHETIC A++++ HE GIVES U ANYTHING U WANT ALL U HAVE TO DO IS BAT UR EYES REAL PRETTILY AT HIM 😵‍💫😵‍💫

𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — m. reo

↳ reo could never love you out loud. and you... you only belonged to him in the middle of the night.

a/n. this is a sugar d*ddy reo and nagi’s daughter au ;’@@@ based on this post // ps: i also wrote this in an hour pls do not perceive my mega simp energy for this beautiful, beautiful man

tw. age gap (reo is in his 40s and reader is in her early-20s), fem!reader, forbidden relationships, unprotected sex, lovesick reo & reader, mentions of food & alcohol

Everything about Mikage Reo is refined. Tasteful. Classy.

From his neatly pressed collars and stainless shoes; perfectly steamed slacks and neatly parted lilac hair, anyone who had a pair of eyes could see how attractive Reo was.

Even you, with your bright-eyed youth and life laid ahead, weren’t exempted from his charms. How his smiles directed at you during those rare gatherings attended by your father’s old soccer colleagues made your heart spin and stop.

How his subtle grazes on your arm, thigh and lower back made your skin all warm and tingly.

The truth was undeniable: you wanted Reo and he wanted you, too.

One day, fueled with alcohol and pent-up frustration from yet another stupid college boy ghosting you, you had taken dad’s friend by the elbow and crashed your lips to his, tasting his low moan of surprise and sudden, quick gasp.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured even as he lifted your thigh to wrap around his still lissom waist. And you agreed. But, you never stopped him; neither did he want you to stop.

His lips stained your consciousness with guilt even as you laid sated in his arms. The next day, he bought you a bouquet of roses and sent it to your apartment as an apology and a promise last night would never repeat again.

You had sent it back with a note saying he shouldn’t hurt a woman’s feelings like that and he pulled up not even an hour holding a packet of takeout and another bouquet, this time not attached to any regrets.

Everything would’ve been perfect in this blossoming relationship except for one glaring fact.

Reo could never love you out loud. And you…

You only belonged to him in the middle of the night.

“R-Reo…”

The rough rasp of his palm sliding up your waist to hold you in place makes you stutter, and your eyes crossed in pleasure when he started to angle his hips deeper; taking everything you gave him with an enthusiasm which belied his creeping age.

His tongue charted a path from your earlobe to your jaw, the slickness of his spit leaving goosebumps trailing on your skin. “Yes, sweetheart?” He breathed onto your neck, and you wished you could hold him there; keep him glued to your side so he would never leave. So he could be the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes in the morning.

The sickly tendrils of love fester around your heart, vining rose thorns that spiked and pricked your tender hopes. But, like a true masochist, you continued to pluck and prod at the sharp edges, yearning to cup his affection in your hands like it was a beautiful, ruby red rose. Even if it would hurt you tomorrow; you would treasure the redolent scent and velvet touch till morning came.

“Please,” your slurry moans goaded him to gently prop you onto your knees, exposing your leaking pussy to the cool room air and your swollen nipples to his endless tweaking and teasing. “Kiss me.”

Your gasp was laced with ardent longing, and Reo’s low groan made your heartbeat stumble like a metronome. He gently lifted your face and tilted it closer to his. Reo’s kisses were soft as petals, tasting like sin. His tongue touched the inner rim of your mouth, and you let him in; let him taste and take you. Let him pillage and own you over and over again.

His cock stilled deep in you, and his calloused finger pads from a youth on the soccer field, dragged down your thighs, straight to your pulsing clit. Reo loved to kiss you deeply as he played with your throbbing bud; pinching it, rubbing tight circles onto the slick flesh—anything to get you gasping and preening in his touch.

“Sensitive, hmm?” he murmured and you nodded, hazy and fucked out.

“Mhm—want you, Reo.”

He kissed down your neck, slow and achingly romantic as his thrusts picked up the pace, approaching a fever pitch. “I want you too, sweet one. So, so much.”

His left hand curled around your neck, holding you firmly to him, and his bare ring finger dug into your pulse point, making you choked softly.

Once, you had asked him why he never married and he told you, wistfully, that he couldn’t see himself in a long term relationship with anyone. Most women wanted him for his money, and they left after they got their bills paid; their mortgages cleared and new leases signed. Reo swore he would never make that mistake again—the mistake of loving someone so wholeheartedly and foolishly.

Until you came along.

You, with your gentle smiles, sarcastic rebukes and firm principles so different from your father’s detrimental slacking. Growing up, you were never left wanting for any material need in life courtesy of your father’s colourful football career.

You never asked Reo for anything, but strangely, the ex-pro player and CEO of Mikage Corp wanted to give you everything.

It’s just too bad you could never fully be his.

“R-Reo, I’m…” your pretty face screwed up in pleasure and he felt your walls starting to shudder and melt around him. Reo doubled down on your clit and started to lightly spank the little, flushed pearl.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, low and carnal into the shell of your ear. “Cum for me and let me feel you, baby.”

Baby. You would always be Mikage Reo’s baby.

Your hips surged forward, white staining your vision and you released a stream of moans, panting his name into the dark bedroom.

His soft grunt and hips stuttering alerted your ringing mind to his cum filling you right to the brim, and you both tumbled onto the mattress in a haze of limbs and heavy breathing.

Reo was the first to pull you into his arms, and you didn’t resist, seeking his warmth like how a child would find comfort in their favourite blanket.

“Do you have to go to that stupid conference,” you murmured and he chuckled, nosing your hair. His mid-length lilac locks and sigh tickled your shoulder.

“Unfortunately, I have to, pretty. Isagi will kill me if I miss this one out.”

“But, it’s our anniversary.” He didn’t have to look at you to know you were pouting. Reo hummed, tracing random patterns onto your back.

“I’ll take you out to somewhere spectacular, baby. I know it’s been a long time coming and I want to make it perfect. Just you and I, yeah? I’m gonna choose your outfit and what you get to wear underneath that pretty dress. Then, we’ll come back home and I’ll fuck you on this sofa and make you some frozen strawberry daiquiris to celebrate. How’s that sound, pretty girl?”

You snorted at his meticulous planning but inwardly swooned with nerves and anticipation, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Suddenly, the lock of your apartment turned and you yelped, about to throw a quilt on your lover’s bare body when your dad’s unmistakably tall frame lumbered into the living room.

“Baby girl? You here? Oka-san wanted me to pass you some herbs. She said you weren’t feeling well. What a pain it is, huh? I know you must be bothered—“

Nagi Seishiro stopped dead in his tracks. On the lush sofa he remembered pointing out as a good choice for his daughters’ apartment, his baby watched him with wide, fearful eyes.

Beside her, similarly made of stone, his best friend since high school, the man who followed him everywhere from the ends of the earth and back; who was there for every high and low of his soccer career and even attended his precious baby’s isshou mochi ceremony, was completely pale with fright.

Naked as the day he was born, cock against his defined thigh, and arms around his daughter.

His baby girl.

“What the… what the hell is this?!”

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[donutcats]

patiently waiting for all of the skz gifmakers to get their hands on social path and toil through the process of color correcting so that I can collect all of the gifsets

[kate-m-art]

Modern au ♡♡♡♡ Just been having a lot of feelings for my boy Legend lately and went back to read some of the stuff in our server. Had a lot of inspo to sketch some of it out that I've been meaning to for a year or two 😅

First one Legends a dork setting up stage equipment w Time, sees Maggie across the room and doesn't realize mic and speakers are all hooked up and working perfectly

Second way in the future, uncle Rulie visiting and getting to meet baby Ivy for the first time ♡

Then messing around with sidewalk chalk, little doodles from when they were little and older sticking with each other and helping through really rough times.

Then like akskdkfk the last one is me giving my embarrassing moments to Autumn because oof (for me it was a singer I was in the meet and greet line for, for Autumn they just used to go to the same school and oof doesn't like people remembering him)

Then modern au Antione and Mea because ye they exist in the same world, too

Shoot almost forgot conspiracy theory sky oops

[zoya-nazyalenskys]

i have like ten unplayed games on my steam library but since dav is apparently coming out in the fall i think this is going to be a dragon age only summer

[vilaneeve]

Me: can't believe I'm going to watch pll again

My brain: you know you don't have to right?

Me: no I'm gonna

[gsarchived]

      ‘  are you here to kill me?  ’ she inquires, looking fairly calm for someone who just asked that. instead, she just looks at the other with a straw in her mouth and blue eyes filled with curiosity. zatanna figures there’s a lot of people in this bar want to kill her, due to her league business. none have actually come up to her, which is where the question came from. she’d rather the answer be no, but it’s out of her hands.

@incubabe.